#werewolves call it a tail howl

[achromatophoric]

Wednesday: She’s quite disgustingly adorable when she’s sleeping.

Enid: *loud, obnoxious snoring*

Yoko: So cute.

Wednesday: She is radiant.

*AwoooOoooOooo*

Yoko: Aww, she’s even howling in her sleep.

Enid: *still snoring like a dump truck*

Yoko: 🤨

Yoko: Hold on, how’d she howl like that while snoring?

Wednesday: Bold of you to assume that was a howl.

Yoko: 😦

Yoko: ☹️

Yoko: Ew.

[mrsshabana]

𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅!𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 ⛧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Everyone told stories of his kind, but you chose to ignore them. You got so used to how tame your werewolf boyfriend acted around you that you forgot how dangerous he is. But when a full moon rises, his instincts become undeniable, and you quickly learn what he's truly capable of. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, hunter/prey, size difference, forbidden romance ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.3k words

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This is unusual behavior for your boyfriend. You haven't heard from him in days.

It's only been a couple of weeks that you've officially been his partner, but enough time has gone by that you feel like you know him enough to know this isn't normal.

Maybe that's just how werewolves are? You've never gotten close to a monster before, let alone a species that has a reputation for being dangerous to humans. But you never cared, you started having feelings for Gyutaro after the first time you met him. Everyone talks about how dangerous his kind is. But how could you resist those big fluffy ears, yellow golden eyes, and a mouth full of sharp teeth?

He may look like a big scary wolf, but around you, he acts like a golden retriever. Always so sweet and happy to be in your presence. All you have to do is walk into the room and his tail starts wagging.

He just can't help himself, you were the first person that didn't treat him like an outcast.

As Gyutaro got older he started to realize that he was destined to be alone. The chances of him finding a mate within his species were slim to none. A female would never accept him as a suitable partner due to his appearance. The spots on his face and body were something that no one was willing to pass on in their bloodline. It seemed like a silly concept to you, but for werewolves, these things are very important.

So when Gyutaro started having feelings for you he was more than happy to give your relationship a shot regardless of you being a human.

You never felt accepted by other humans, and he never felt accepted by other wolves. So when the two of you met it was like you finally found someone that understood you. However, both of you knew that your relationship was forbidden and would never be accepted, so you'd meet in secret.

He usually hangs out around your house after midnight, waiting for you so the two of you can disappear into the woods. Or at the very least, if the two of you aren't able to spend time together, he'll leave little gifts at your doorstep. Wildflowers, shiny rocks, or even the occasional dead rodent.

But it's been days since you've seen him or received any of his unusual gifts. It's like he just disappeared.

And now you're left a worried mess. He's never gone so long without speaking to you, it makes you think that maybe something happened to him.

In a last-ditch effort to find him, you search in the woods behind your house. Knowing that he loves running around and exploring there, it's the only place you might be able to find him at this time of night.

"Gyutaro!" you call out as you walk through the forest.

As you go deeper, you begin to hear what sounds like howling.

"That must be him!" you gasp, running towards the sound.

Once you get closer the howling stops and he picks up on your scent. Yellow eyes look back at you from within the trees.

"Gyu!" you smile and run towards him, "I was so worried about you!"

But he says nothing and just stares at you with wide eyes - panting like a stressed animal.

"Wh-what's going on...?" you say as you look at the strange scene before you.

Gyutaro has a chain attached to his collar and is tied to a large tree. It's sad to see him chained up like some kind of pet.

You can't tell if someone did this to him or if he did it to himself. There's no sign of anyone else, but you can't imagine why he would chain himself to a tree like that.

You reach out your hand and he immediately lunges forward with barred fangs. Looking like a feral stray as he snaps at you. But the chain chokes him, preventing him from getting to you.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" you mutter as your eyes begin to water.

Never have you seen him behave this way towards you. He's usually so gentle and sweet, you would have thought he wasn't capable of showing violence. However, at the end of the day, you know what he is and you should never forget what he's capable of.

And that's when you notice it. The full moon peeking from above the trees. How could you have been so naive?

Gyutaro must've chained himself up to protect you, knowing that he'd go feral on a full moon... and who knows what he may do to you.

Your stomach drops and your blood runs cold. Looking down at Gyutaro as he snarls and claws at the dirt, trying to get to you. You don't want to imagine what he will do to you if he breaks loose. He has a wild look in his eye, unlike anything you've ever seen before and it strikes fear into you.

You can hear the metal of the chain bending, it will snap any moment now.

You don't have any time to think about your boyfriend, this thing is no longer your boyfriend. For all you know, he could kill you if he gets loose.

Run. Run. Run. That's all you can think about as your fight or flight response kicks in. And you're sprinting deeper into the forest before you even realize it.

The branches cutting your skin as you run through the trees don't even bother you. You just need to get away from him.

After running what you consider to be a good distance, you look back to see that Gyutaro is gone and the chain lies snapped on the ground.

"Shit," you curse under your breath, realizing the danger that you're in. You have no other option but to keep running, and running, and running until you can't feel your feet anymore and your lungs burn.

A twig snaps, and you instantly turn to see those beautiful yellow eyes looking back at you. Stalking you like prey.

It only makes things worse when you run, causing his hunting instincts to kick in even more. In his eyes he no longer sees his girlfriend, all he sees is prey.

You cry and sob as he chases you, knowing that it won't be long until he catches up to you. And you're right, he quickly pounces on you. Trapping you beneath his large muscular body, looking down at you with hunger in his eyes. The size difference alone is enough to make you freeze with fear. It never dawned on you just how much larger he is than you. And as you lay there helplessly pinned beneath him you realize just how terrifying a seven-foot-tall werewolf can be.

"G-Gyutaro, please!" you sob, "It's me, Y/N! I'm your girlfriend, remember?" You desperately try to remind him of who you are, make him remember that he would never hurt his precious girlfriend.

But he doesn't remember, and even if he did he wouldn't care. Because the full moon makes him go feral and blindly follow his instincts.

From this angle, he no longer looks like your boyfriend. He looks like a monster. The monster that everyone said he was, but you never listened. Maybe if you did you wouldn't be in this situation right now.

Drool drips down his chin as he snarls, showing off his mouth full of razor-sharp teeth that could easily wrap around your pretty little neck. He breathes heavily, panting as the fur on the back of his neck stands on end. He looks like he wants to devour you, but he doesn't.

For a moment you're confused. But then you see it.

The erection between his legs - so painfully hard that it's ripping the seams of his pants.

You thought that he wanted to eat you, but you were wrong. He wants to breed you.

[sanguineterrain]

Hi! I saw your post on Halloween prompts and if your still taking them may I request

Jason was born a werewolf and they're used to their transformations and abilities. They're out on a walk when they find Reader, a human-just-turned-werewolf. Jason decides it's their job to take care of Reader until they're able to use all their powers efficiently, etc. Both didn't expect to catch feelings along the way.

Or

Werewolves are actively hunted down and humans even carry specific silver items and spray to ward them off if they suspect someone of being one. Reader finds Jason, an injured werewolf, hiding in their backyard. They don't have the heart to chase them away, instead opting to heal and hide them away from the hunters after them.

Fem!reader if possible?

Prompts from @promptspa

hi there! thanks for the prompt. i decided to go with the 2nd one, but i tweaked it a little. reader is gender neutral simply because there wasn't any moment to identify gender, but you are free to picture them as female! hope you like :)

werewolf!jason todd x gn!reader | injured jason, tending to wounds, wolf form, reader and jason knew each other when he was robin.

****

"...In other news, reports of animal attacks have skyrocketed, leaving Gotham citizens paranoid. The mayor is enforcing a six o'clock curfew, urging citizens to lock their doors and keep pets inside. Now we have Dan with the weather—"

You mute the TV, stand, and stretch. The wind howls outside, rattling the roof slats. Dan, the weatherman, soundlessly describes how it's only going to get colder this week. That reminds you of Lucy, your Ragdoll. She's been outside for most of the evening.

"Lucy," you call, opening the bag of cat food. Usually, the sound causes her to race into the kitchen, claws clicking on the floor.

But there's no sound. You stop what you're doing and move to the stairs.

"Lucy?"

Nothing.

Animal attacks. Your stomach churns at the thought.

Gotham News often exaggerates that stuff since they're so anti-lycan. Werewolves don't attack animals and haven't done so for centuries unless they're desperate for food. But most citizens don't know that and will happily buy into the scare tactics. You can't afford to, living miles outside of the city.

You head outside when Lucy still doesn't appear. Logically, you know werewolves wouldn't attack your seven pound cat that's seventy percent fur. You know that. But something still feels wrong.

You search around the house first, using your phone as a flashlight. Then you walk toward the shed. That's when you hear meowing.

"Lucy!" you yell. "It's alright, Lucy, come on!"

Lucy makes no motion to move. She meows incessantly, urgent, yowling meows that make you rush over and check her for injuries. She continues to meow, even when you don't find an injury.

"What's wrong, Lucy? What's happened?"

You stroke her back, but nothing calms her. One time, she ran into a skunk, and that had spooked her. It also resulted in three baths to get the smell out.

But the skunk had attacked her then. Here, Lucy is unharmed, but whatever she's seen, it's scared her beyond comforting.

She continues to meow, eyes fixed on the shed. You take a deep breath and go to the shed. Lucy's meows get louder.

"It's alright, Lucy," you say, but now your heart is thumping. The wind rattles the padlock, which is odd, so you shine the light on it.

The lock is broken. You pull open the door, ready to run.

A soft whine comes from inside the shed. You shine your light, and the creature shies away, except it's too big to avoid the light completely. Too big to be a regular animal...

You make out black fur, large ears, and a tail. You gasp. The wolf whines again, curling into the corner like it's trying to make itself small.

There's a trail of blood on the ground. Without getting closer, you can't tell where the blood is from. But if it's enough to make the creature whine, it must be a deep wound.

"I'm not a hunter," you say slowly, and its ears twitch at that. "I'm not here to hurt you. No silver, see?"

You pull out your pockets, unzip your coat, and show your hands. The wolf watches you silently. Its head comes into view, and now you can see that the wolf is male.

And his eyes. His eyes are what confirm your suspicions; they are too intelligent to not be supernatural, glowing an eerie green.

He's an adult wolf, from what you can tell, but still young, his fur dark and thick. His youth doesn't make him any less intimidating, though. He looks much like the pictures of werewolves the antis use to scare people: huge, long body, glowing eyes, claws. He must be double your size, at least.

Lucy has stopped meowing. Now she just stares alongside you, keeping her distance. No wonder she was so distressed.

The wolf suddenly stands, and you take several steps back, heart racing. You hate being scared, hate letting the news report get into your head.

The wolf lies on his back with jerky, uncoordinated movements. He makes a desperate noise and shows his belly.

Knife wounds. Big ones. If he wasn't a wolf, he'd be dead.

"Holy shit," you say. "Oh my God."

This is as vulnerable as any creature can be. But you're just as much a stranger to him as he is to you. Why is he trusting you like this?

You've only known one werewolf in your life. And he's never coming back.

The wolf whimpers again. You nod quickly.

"Okay," you whisper. "It's okay. I'll patch you up."

The wolf sags against the ground, and you run out of the shed, your stomach turning at the thought of another wolf dying.

Lucy follows you, clinging to your ankles, and you try not to trip over her as you gather supplies from the house. She doesn't follow you back outside.

You return to the shed and thread a needle. Then you take a step forward and wait. When he makes no move to attack, you close the distance slowly and crouch by his belly.

His fur is matted and torn in odd places. Carefully, you place a hand on his belly. He doesn't move.

"I'm going to pour the antiseptic now," you say.

The wolf watches as you do. He tenses but doesn't make any more sounds as you clean his wound. Almost like he's used to the feeling.

You feel up his fur for other wounds. That's when you feel a scar that runs from his chest to where his bellybutton would be. It's Y-shaped.

"What—" you say in horror. "What did they do to you?"

The wolf whines again.

"Right, right. Sorry. I'm going to sew you up."

He lets you tend to his wounds without a hitch. He's unusually comfortable with your touch; he doesn't howl or flinch when you touch him, and any warning sounds are gentle.

You finish the stitches and top it with a bandage. He waits patiently, not moving an inch. You haven't done this in years; you never thought your medic training would come in handy again.

Nightingale. That's what the Bats called you. That's who you might've become eons ago, until...

"I won't turn you in," you say when you finish.

The wolf blinks at you.

"But you know that, don't you?"

He protests when you pull a blanket over him. He whines and nudges you away with his nose.

"It's cold here, and I can't carry you inside," you say.

He drags the blanket off with his teeth and throws it onto your lap. You smile and put it back on him.

"I'll be fine. I have blankets inside. Get some sleep."

You start to stand, and his whines become barks. He tries to stand with you, pawing at your knee.

"Whoa, hey! Don't, you'll pull your stitches. What's wrong?"

He barks again, and nods at the forest line outside in the distance. Then he licks at his bandage.

"You're afraid the people who hurt you will get you?" you ask.

He chuffs and licks your hand.

"You're afraid they'll get... me?"

He nudges your shoulder. You touch his head and make a soft noise.

"Okay. I'll stay and keep watch. If I hear anything, I'll wake you, alright?"

The wolf grunts, then finally lays down. He shuffles closer to you, so his body is practically on your legs. He runs hot, and with him so near, you hardly feel the cold.

The wolf falls asleep before you.

****

It has been a long time since you trained with a Bat, and your nocturnal practices have faded since then.

So you wake up in the shed with a backache.

Black fur tickles your hand, and you open your eyes.

But it's not a wolf at your feet; it's a man.

A man wearing a dead boy's face.

He awakens as you do, bare and bandaged beneath the blanket. Those odd green eyes stare at you. They're wrong; all of him is wrong, but his face... you know that face.

"Jason?" you whisper, chest tight.

His sigh is full of grief.

"Hey, Nightingale."

[maverick-werewolf]

Werewolf Fact #75 - Cynocephali (dog-headed men)

This month's folklore fact is a long-awaited one from over on the Patreon: the cynocephali or "dog-headed men."

Some depictions of cynocephali (the one above is from the Nuremberg Chronicle, 1493) are mistaken for werewolves fairly frequently; there are several differences of note, including but not limited to the fact that they are otherwise very, very human (normal hands and feet, no tail, etc) and that their ears are not always shaped like a wolf's/pointing directly upright. They often are, however, so don't take the ear shape as a surefire thing, either. When in doubt, make sure the depiction is actually meant to be showing a werewolf before using it for, I don't know, a royalty-free image in your werewolf publication (I've seen several). The cynocephali do not shapeshift, nor are they associated with wolves. They have nothing to do with werewolves. Yes, it was just a plot to make you click this link and read about cynocephali.

Cynocephali, or singular cynocephalus, is a term derived from the original Greek word "kynokephaloi," meaning "dog-headed." They have other names as well, which mean a range of things such as "dog-faced" and "half-dog." They were mentioned in assorted accounts and tales of travelers in Africa and India, appearing in sources as old as ancient Greece, and some similar beings can be found in other cultures, such as China. Likewise, depictions of and discussions of such beings continue into the Middle Ages. This same term was later used to refer to baboons, to which no-fun modern day scholars now attribute all cynocephali legends (although we do have at least one Ottoman depiction of a cynocephalus battling a monkey).

There are many quotes across various sources and time periods about these beings, including but not limited to this one from the fifth century BC Greek historian Herodotus, Histories 4. 191. 3 (trans. Godley) [source: Theoi]

"For the eastern region of Libya, which the Nomads inhabit, is low-lying and sandy as far as the Triton river; but the land west of this, where the farmers live, is exceedingly mountainous and wooded and full of wild beasts. In that country are the huge snakes and the lions, and the elephants and bears and asps, the horned asses, the Kunokephaloi (Cynocephali) (Dog-Headed) and the Headless Men that have their eyes in their chests, as the Libyans say, and the wild men and women, besides many other creatures not fabulous."

Some stories of the cynocephali are also frightfully specific as to how they live, rear livestock, grow fruit, weave baskets, wage war, and much more, even including details of their society, clothing, how long they live, etc. It's all quite interesting. If you'd like to read more specific quotations, you can find many on one of my favorite websites, Theoi.

Sources seem to dispute one another as to whether they bark, do not bark but only howl, only shriek, or whatever other sounds they may make, and there is also a range of descriptions including elements such as if they have beards and whether hair covers their bodies as well as the dog-head. Overall, probably the majority of sources say they wear the skins of animals as opposed to having fur, but there are those that also call them hairy all over.

Please note that I will not be covering/discussing any gods from ancient Egypt in this post, because despite what some modern day scholars like to discuss, I don't consider them "cynocephali." They were wolf-headed deities, not dog-headed (or even jackal-headed), and are overall only related to cynocephali legends by proxy and by modern scholars always putting everything into blasted categories for their next thesis. There were some dog-headed deities in ancient Egypt, and Anubis, Wepwawet, Duamutef, etc, were not among them, and even then, we can't really assert that the dog-headed deities among the ancient Egyptians are actually related to other legends and records of cynocephali.

With that out of the way, let's continue...

One of my personal favorite stories involving a dog-headed man is a version of the tale of Saint Christopher, though these depictions and this tale are not seen as canon by churches and has been proscribed in Eastern Orthodoxy (where such depictions were generally most common). Some of these depictions still survive, however. Some sources believe that Byzantine depictions of a dog-headed Christopher come from mistaking "Cananeus" (meaning "Canaanite") for "caninus," i.e. canine.

In the story about a dog-headed Saint Christopher, there lives Reprebrus (among other variations of his name; ultimately, they all essentially mean "reprobate"), who is captured by Romans in battle and made to serve among them. Reprebrus was said to be of "enormous size," with the head of a dog, said to be typical of his kind. He was later baptized and martyred. However, in another version (this one from Germany), Saint Christopher is depicted as a giant cynocephalus who ate human flesh and performed many atrocities. He meets the Christ child later and carries him across a river, as in tradition (the name Christopher means "bearer of Christ") and repents for his sinful behavior. He is baptized and becomes human, dedicating himself to serving Christianity and became a soldier saint.

There are far more fascinating details in the story than I relayed here in extreme simplicity, but that's a very simple view (the story is actually very specific about different regions and even the unit in which he served).

Other depictions of cynocephali exist in certain Christian traditions, with Ahrakas and Augani sometimes being depicted with dog heads in Coptic Christian tradition, in the life and legend of Saint Mercurius.

Bestiaries also got pretty wild with the creatures depicted therein, many of which were also mentioned in classical sources (such as the Herodotus quote earlier in this post). The image above is from between 1357 and 1371, in a work called The Voyage and Travels of Sir John Mandeville, or simply Mandeville's Travels, the memoirs of a man who traveled across the Middle East, India, and even as far as China. Medieval bestiaries also recorded all the same creatures shown here: a monopod or sciapod, a cyclops, a blemmy, and a cynocephalus, each different civilizations of beings said to dwell across the world (and often cited in multiple sources over considerable spans of time, which generally cite the same or similar regions for each civilization, which I've always found very interesting).

Mentions of the cynocephali span across centuries, such as in works by scribe Paul the Deacon, a Benedictine monk, and they are even mentioned in the Nowell Codex, a surviving Old English work containing Beowulf (as well as a work of the life of Saint Christopher and Wonders of the East, among others). They are also acknowledged in the works of multiple noteworthy explorers, including but not limited to Marco Polo, Christopher Columbus, Giovanni da Pian del Carpine, Ibn Battuta, and Piri Reis.

With that, I think that's a decent overview! Hope you enjoyed the post.

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[lazycats-stuff]

Batfamily x male!reader

So, I got a ask from Anon to write a part 2 of werewolf brother and since the ending can be left to imagination why not. PART 1 is here.

Also soft gif for this. This is short, but it's full of fluff. Also @littlefeather345, here is a tag on the second part

Summary: (Y/N) and the fam try to understand what happened to them

Warnings: Fluff, everyone worrying, (Y/N) being worried, a cuddle pile

(Y/N) woke up, still in his wolf room. He looked down, eyes widening when he saw paws. That wasn't a dream. This was real. (Y/N) whined, getting afraid once more. He was afraid of staying like this. He can't stay like this. His ears twitched and he turned his head to see Bruce.

His dad was smiling at him. Despite being in a cell, he felt calm. He tried to relax, but an unknown body and unknown instincts were making it difficult. (Y/N) also saw Zatanna and Doctor Fate. Were they here to help him?

Bruce turned to them, listening to the words of the the magical duo. (Y/N) couldn't make much out of it. Bruce punched the code in, the door opening in the process. He knelt down, showing (Y/N) that he had nothing to fear of.

Zatanna and Doctor Fate gave him the advice to be gentle with his son. His son was now at a very fragile part of the turning. It was the fear of what was happening to his body and mind.

" Hey bud, come on. You have nothing to be afraid off. " Bruce encouraged. Now they had to bring back the human (Y/N) and not the wolf form.

(Y/N) moved slightly from the floor, slowly. He was still getting used to this. Bruce had opened his arms, smiling at (Y/N).

" Good job, just a little bit more. "

(Y/N) tried and he fell into Bruce's arms. He nuzzled his head into Bruce's chest.

" Good job. " Bruce praised, petting (Y/N)'s head.

(Y/N) huffed and kept on nuzzling.

" He will transform on his own in a day or so. If he doesn't, call us. He is adorable as a wolf. " Zatanna said, looking at the wolf.

" Thank you. "

" And also, we know a werewolves who could help him out. You know, with the transformations and such. I will leave you his contact info if you want. "

Bruce nodded, giving (Y/N)'s wolf head a kiss. Zatanna and Doctor Fate left the cave and the rest of the boys came in. They were instructed to be gentle and calm. No sudden movements. (Y/N) needs a calm environment.

Damian was the first one to approach the pair. He knelt down, allowing (Y/N) to sniff his hand. He was still apprehensive, but licked Damian's palm.

Damian smiled, ruffling (Y/N)'s head. (Y/N) rumbled and nuzzled into Damian's hand. Tim, Jason and Dick came closer too, petting (Y/N). (Y/N)'s tail was wagging wildly against the floor. Bruce gave (Y/N)'s head a kiss before standing up.

" Come on, lets go upstairs everyone. We can take a night off of patrol. I can call Superman. "

" Does he know about this? " Damian asked.

" He is aware of the fact that something has happened to (Y/N), but not exactly what. "

Bruce turned his head to look at the the others, laughing as they petted (Y/N)'s head.

" Come on you four, we will be more comfortable upstairs. "

Everyone left the cave, (Y/N) leading the way, happily wagging his tail. Bruce couldn't stop smiling. It seemed that (Y/N) wasn't afraid anymore. He will be back in his human form in no time. (Y/N) was quick to lay down on the couch, taking over the entire couch.

" Hey, leave some space for us. " Tim said, laughing the howl he got in return. The response was very clear.

All of them laid down on the couch and after some maneuvering, they all managed to fit. (Y/N)'s head was laying on Jason's lap. (Y/N) was a bit apprehensive, remembering what he did to Jason.

Jason had none of that and petted (Y/N)'s head.

" You don't have to bother with that. It wasn't your fault. " Jason said, petting (Y/N)'s head once more.

(Y/N) whined softly, nuzzling the hand that was petting him at the moment. Jason could swear that he heard I know, but still. He swore he heard it. Bruce also heard it and he smiled.

Bruce made sure to snuggle into the wolf, the fur was warm and extremely soft for some reason.

" What are we watching? " Bruce asked nobody in particular.

(Y/N) whined, sure that he said his favorite movie.

" Okay, (Y/N)'s favorite it is. "

The boys protested, but there was no anger in their voice. Bruce made himself comfortable before calling Alfred over. They were going to spend one evening as a normal family.

[dead-lights]

occult lore: the century conflict

There's a lot of lore about the war between vampires/werewolves/spellcasters in the Werewolves GP. I needed to reference what happened, so I compiled it into one! I tried to keep things more or less chronological. These come mostly from in-game books, artifacts with a little Greg.

Lunar epiphany: "They tell the tale of Spellcasters long ago who explored the limits of their power. They experimented by creating duplicates of themselves, but quickly became frustrated that these duplicates required sustenance to survive. In an effort to be efficient, they fed them potions... they created monsters.”

Lunar epiphany: "It's a tale of betrayal, of duplication spells gone wrong. After an overloaded spell turned a mutated group of Spellcaster mimics permanent, they turned on their creators and sank their fangs into them. They feasted on these Spellcasters and their magical plasma, which enhanced their strength, despite never sating their thirst.”

Book: "Glowing, magical moon glyphs along the edge of this page detail a hundred-year conflict called "Operation Eternal Flame." Beset by their own thirst and an innate distrust, the first Vampires hunted Spellcasters, raiding their small communities to drink their magical plasma. This was how Vampires first developed a small degree of magic within themselves. It eventually led to them being capable of turning Sims into what they themselves now were.

"Near the painting of a wolf's tail, this shard is engraved with some vague text describing what appears to be steps of an adapted ritual, likely dating back to ancient Myshupotatmian tradition. The language, however, is consistent with the era of the Mooncasters, suggesting the pot was used to transport the glowing waters of Lake Lunvik to perform certain power-harnessing ceremonies atop the Howling Point cliff in Moonwood Mill. The waters of the lake must have been crucial to their efforts of attuning to the moon...”

"In your readings, you learned that many moons ago, the land we now know as Moonwood Mill was actually the home of a small ancient Myshupotamian city. Interestingly enough, Myshupotamians believed that the greatest minds of their society were reborn as wolves that stored their wisdom in the moon via howl. As the cycle progressed towards a full moon, the growing light represented more and more stored wisdom. On full moon nights, Myshupotamians would sport wolf-like masks and ceremonially draw upon the moon's stored wisdom. As the cycle then progressed to a new moon, the light leaving the moon each night represented the stored wisdom slowly dispersing to the Myshupotamian people. As the first modern werewolves, Moonwood Mill's Mooncasters likely gleaned much of their information on harnessing the moon's power from studying the Myshupotamians...”

“All along this page are magical moon glyphs. With {M0.his}{F0.her} Lunar Epiphany, {0.SimFirstName} is able to read about a group of Spellcasters who communed with their dog familiars to learn about the untapped magical potential found in moonlight. They declared themselves Mooncasters and experimented with unstable transformation magic from the Untamed School.”

Greg: "I was a spellcaster hundreds of years ago, a master of the Untamed school. I stood atop that mountain, back when this area was simply called Moonwood, and with a group of other powerful spellcasters, we channeled the most powerful Moon Infusion spell that has ever been cast. The results were explosive... but effective. The Moonlight infused both us and the land around us. Why do you think the Moonpetal only grows atop that mountain? Where do you think the Luna Fish comes from? We made them. I made them.”

I’m not sure Greg was technically a sage because I’m not sure sages as a concept existed until the Realm was destroyed - there was no need to balance the Realm before that. I think they probably had a different leadership structure at the time. It's also possible he means he was master-ranked, not a virtuoso, but given everything that doesn't strike me as realistic. He also could've just meant that he was really good with untamed magic

Wolfgang: "Did you know that the very first Werewolves were Spellcasters? It's true. There were many ways Spellcasters attempted to fight back against the Vampires, and Werewolves were the most successful attempt. It's fascinating stuff if you can find ways to read up on it!”

Moonwood Wand: "Long ago, a group of spellcasters caused an overload while practicing a powerful, moon-infused, untamed spell. The resulting explosion imbued the surrounding area with lunar energy. Because of this, the wood from trees surrounding Lake Lunvik are eagerly sought after by the spellcasting community. This wand was one of the first ever crafted. “

Book: "An extensive tunnel network runs below Moonwood Mill. There are various entrance points around town, though even the locals find it difficult to navigate. Many speculate these tunnels were originally created during a regional time of strife, though records of such an event are lost to time. Perhaps the dark tunnels themselves might contain clues?”

Greg: "During the Century Conflict, we captured Vlad and took him down into the tunnels. We figured we'd use him as leverage, end the conflict. But even in his youth, he was already too powerful. We couldn't hold him and he escaped.“

"At the end of one of the tunnels is an old metal door that's been peeled open. The solid metal bends outward like a banana peel, as if something strong and determined forced its way out and ran off into the tunnel {0.SimFirstName} just came from. Past the broken door is a single room, coated in metal paneling. Judging by the gouges lining the walls, someone - or something - really didn't want to be in here...”

Lily: "After I arrived in Moonwood Mill, Kristopher told me that Forgotten Hollow was once under Werewolf control — back before Vlad moved in. He arrived with a mob and manipulated them into driving the Werewolves out. They, of course, didn't know he was a Vampire. They even put up a statue in his honor! Then, they all disappeared, one by one…"

"...Another often forgotten aspect of Myshupotamian culture was taming Cowplants as stationary sentinels of defense, and sometimes cross-breeding them to be mobile attack units (though it was quite difficult to safely reproduce mobile cowplants, for obvious reasons...) In modern times, it turns out the Moooncasters were not the only group seeking unorthodox answers to the vampire problem during Operation Eternal Flame. The Moocasters (who 100% came up with their name first, total coincidence) attempted to adapt Myshupotamian cowplant taming practices to their needs. It was an initial success, and they had a prosperous alliance with the Mooncasters. Needless to say, it didn't last long after one of the "tamed" cowplants feasted upon Yina Kia, an original Mooncaster... and Greggorius and Avelina Lunvik's dearest friend.”

"Based on its age, this skull belonged to one of the tamed cowplants used by the Moocasters, a Spellcaster group that served as a counterpart to the Mooncasters (werewolves). Both groups formed in response to the vampires' Operation Eternal Flame - a covert operation attempting to turn all remaining spellcasters into vampires. They simply differed in their methods. Rather than harnessing the power of the moon to become Werewolves, the Moocasters instead tamed cowplants to use as (somewhat) loyal companions in battle. There appears to be a carving leading towards the jawbone, though the writing is hard to deciper. It currently reads "I will..."”

The rest of the line is “avenge you”

Book: “It seems that towards the end of Operation Eternal Flame, the near-extinct Spellcasters grew desperate and struggled with a variety of magic types to try and turn the tide of their conflict with the Vampires. Some sought a cure for Vampirism, though the spell proved too powerful and caused a tear in the very fabric of the Magic Realm itself.”

Greg’s diary: "After the Vampire uprising, every one of us Spellcasters grew increasingly desperate. One group tried to create a spell that could simultaneously “cure” every Vampire in existence. A single spell to end the conflict. Of course, they were blinded by hubris and hurried by desperation. The spell was too powerful for the group to handle. It caused a massive fracture in the fabric of the Realm itself.”

"Magical moon symbols glow around the edge of the page from {0.SimFirstName}'s Lunar Epiphany, offering an explanation on Operation High Fang. After the end of Operation Eternal Flame, a group of Vampires came out of hiding to start the initiative. Through a successful propaganda campaign, they branded Vampires as refined and classy, boasting of what they offer through their historical knowledge and charismatic ways. At the same time, they smeared Werewolves as dirty and dangerous monsters, lacking in control. The results were catastrophic for the new Werewolf communities who were still maturing as an occult.”

"A Lunar Epiphany comes over {0.SimFirstName} as {M0.he}{F0.she} stares at the moon scribbles at the bottom of the page. These books were written in an attempt to undo the damage caused by Operation High Fang, a Vampire-led propaganda initiative.”

Wolfgang: "After losing the war, the Vampires launched "Operation High Fang" with the intent of using propaganda to turn general sentiment against Werewolves. My books do the opposite. They encourage readers to view Werewolves in a new, more favorable light - one that I feel is more authentic to who we are as an occult.”

Here's what I don't understand - how did vampires manage to lose the war after spellcasters destroyed their own Realm? I think the best explanation here is that werewolves eventually finished the job, based on what Wolfgang said about werewolves being the most successful attempt to fight back. The fact that vampires lashed out against specifically werewolves after losing also supports that idea.

also lmao the entire moral of this story is that untamed spellcasters cannot be trusted not to literally tear their own realm apart. i've got my eye on u morgyn

[apoemaday]

Update on Werewolves

by Margaret Atwood

In the old days, all werewolves were male. They burst through their bluejean clothing as well as their own split skins, exposed themselves in parks, howled at the moonshine. Those things frat boys do.

Went too far with the pigtail yanking— growled down into the pink and wriggling females, who cried Wee wee wee all the way to the bone. Heck, it was only flirting, plus a canid sense of fun: See Jane run!

But now it’s different: No longer gender specific. Now it’s a global threat.

Long-legged women sprint through ravines in furry warmups, a pack of kinky models in sado-French Vogue getups and airbrushed short-term memories, bent on no-penalties rampage.

Look at their red-rimmed paws! Look at their gnashing eyeballs! Look at the backlit gauze of their full-moon subversive halos! Hairy all over, this belle dame, and it’s not a sweater.

O freedom, freedom and power! they sing as they lope over bridges, bums to the wind, ripping out throats on footpaths, pissing off brokers.

Tomorrow they’ll be back in their middle-management black and Jimmy Choos with hours they can’t account for and first dates’ blood on the stairs. They’ll make some calls: Good-bye. It isn’t you, it’s me. I can’t say why. They’ll dream of sprouting tails at sales meetings, right in the audiovisuals. They’ll have addictive hangovers and ruined nails.

[moonlightkitties]

Full Moons are Ruff - Kieran Duffy x Werewolf! Reader

Plot: After you transform during a full moon, Kieran goes to investigate where you are after you don't come back from guard duty.

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: (y/n) has she/her pronouns.

Credit to @strangergraphics for the divider!!!

It was the middle of October. the air was freezing cold but you didn't mind, you loved the cold, especially during a full moon. You've been a werewolf for a few months after you got bit by one when you were camping and no one suspected a thing. You've been hiding yourself during your transformations but it seemed like this one came earlier than expected. Your limbs ached, you groaned as you fell on the ground, your body spasming.

"No" you growled, trying to get up 'Not in front of camp' you crawled a few miles from camp, your nails extracting into claws, your arms growing fur, your back arched, it felt like it was growing. Your growled and snapped as your werewolf form took over your body, letting out a loud howl, you, or rather it huffed and puffed. Your werewolf self raced into the woods, smelling out innocent prey that was wondering through the night.

You gained control a few minutes into running through the woods. You whimpered in fear, you hated being alone during your transformation but you had a feeling you would be shot if you ever showed yourself to your fellow gang members. You walked along the woods, you were like a regular wolf but you were bigger, bigger than two irish wolfhounds if they were standing on top of eachother. You sniffed the air, an aroma of an earthy smell filled your nostrils. Kind of like horses but more...human? The wolf followed the smell and you laid eyes on Kieran Duffy.

You stepped on a large branch, creating a loud snap. Kieran jumped and clutched his rifle. Looking into the woods, the wolf growled and you hoped that it wouldn't attack him. You've had the biggest crush on Kieran since he joined and you really didn't want to ruin your chances with him, if you had any chances at all.

"O'Driscoll!" You bent down trying to hide, your form was huge but the woods and moonlight covered it. Kieran huffed at Bill, who called on him "Yeah?" he asked, standing up quickly "Have you seen (y/n)? She was supposed to be on guard duty." A flash of concern went across Kieran's face "Oh, um, n-no, I haven't seen her." Bill sighed "Lets just hope those over grown mutts didn't get her." You growled at that 'Mutts? We're not mutts!' you threatened to run and attack him but you pushed the feeling away, you couldn't make yourself be known.

Werewolves have been spotted over the past few months and their pelts can go for thousands of dollars. Dutch has debated on sending Arthur and some others out to hunt some, saying how much they could be worth. It terrified you, thinking if Dutch or anyone ever found out about you. He would never hurt a gang member but he was unpredictable.

"Well go into the woods and check on her!" Williamson snapped bucking up at Kieran. He obeyed but stomped away, you could hear his irritated mumbling. "Idiot Williamson, making me look for her, why can't he do it?" You followed him, making sure you were as quiet as possible. Kieran went in deeper and tensed at a howl, your eyes widen and you howled back, another werewolf, possibly an alpha was trying to know where you were. Kieran gasped and quickly turned around, his eyes widen and he took a step back, he spotted you.

He pointed his rifle at you and you gasped, your ears flattening. You were huge and tall, which was very intimidating for the thin man that was about to shoot you. You let out a tiny whine, your tail tucking underneath your stomach, maybe that would make you seem less scary. Kieran took a step back, his eyes softening at your state. His rifle was still up but the grip on it loosened. You bent closer to the ground. Giving him your best puppy eyes, he bent down and looked over you. You guessed a bit of your clothing was on your fur because when he spotted it, he picked up a piece of fabric and looked into your eyes.

"(y/n)?" He asked, his voice quiet, you let out another whine. His hands shaking, he slowly brought his hand up and gently stroked your forehead, scratching behind your ears. You nuzzled your big fluffy head into his hand and he gave you a small smile "So, you're the one everyone is terrified about, huh?" He asked, a hint of a laugh in his voice "You're not a monster, you're more of a big dog!" Your fluffy tail wagged, swaying the leafs back and forth.

Kieran stayed with you until the sun rose and covered you in a blanket, leading you back into camp, making sure no one would see you coming back into camp butt naked. As you got dressed, your mind went back to Kieran, he was so gentle and sweet with you, maybe you should tell the gang about your little secret. When you walked out of your tent and towards Kieran, you started to get nervous, what if he told Dutch?

He gave you a smile once you had the courage to walk over to him fully. "Did you um, did you tell Dutch?" you asked, sitting next to him on the ground. He shook his head "No, I figured it wasn't my place to," you sighed in relief "Thank you Kieran," he looked up at you "Why?" You looked away, you weren't exactly the best with thanking people. "For staying with me and not shooting me," you said, he took your hand "I would never hurt you, you've been so kind to me since I've been here." You looked at him in the eyes, now was the chance. Tell him how you feel!

Before you could speak, Kieran spoke first "Do you want to um, go fishing with me some time?" he asked, his face flushing a bright pink. You nodded, taking his hand "I would love to." He tuck your hair into your hair and slowly brought his face towards you.

You put your hands into his hair, pushing him closer to you and pulling him into a sweet, loving kiss. He whimpered as you pushed your tongue deeper into his mouth, your sharp canines biting his lower lip as you pulled apart.

Maybe full moons weren't that bad.

[lorifragolina]

Wolf Moon

Hello, hello! This is my first contribution for @harringrovewinterbingo! It wasn't planned, because I just finished the fic yesterday, but then I realized that tonight is the full moon called the Wolf Moon, I don't think it's a coincidence!! I wanted to write a silly story, I hope I could! Sorry for the mistakes but I tried to edit it in a rush!

Title: Wolf Moon

Square & Prompt: A1: Both are unknowingly werewolves

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3915

Major Tags: car accident, werewolves

Summary:

It is just a winter night for Steve Harrington. There is fog and he is high, but nothing unusual. He just has a simple car accident. He just hits his nemesis, Billy Hargrove, or is it only a dream?

Why the next night he is so affected by the full moon? And why he wakes up naked and clinged to Billy?

A little snippet under the cut, you can read it here

The cabin was pretty isolated, near the lake and inside the woods; Steve parked when it was getting dark and cloudy and felt his headache worsened; it was odd, but he had the sensation that his senses were wide awake, he could clearly hear the noises in the woods, his footsteps, other people’s words, and above all he felt intensely the smells around, the odor of the water, the barbecue someone was cooking near the cabin and the smells of people, Carol and Tommy’s matching cologne, some chick’s shampoo; he felt confused, but he just blamed his head and that he probably was still high from the last night, and after a while the joint he stole from someone’s fingers. 

And after all, he smelled Hargrove’s scent. His cheap aftershave, the smoke and the hairspray but not only those familiar smells. He just smelled Hargrove, he could guess where he was at any moment and recognize a peculiar smell from him. It made him on guard and aroused at the same time.

He couldn’t stop sniffing the air to catch the trace and turn his head in Billy’s direction, circling him trying not to seem a psycho and keep smelling him. 

Hargrove seemed following everywhere Steve turned, smelling in return, feeling him and stabbing with his glance. Steve heard him growl, not figuratively, a real feral growl while he exposed his white sharp fangs. He had the instinct to show his fangs too and growl and bark. 

Steve gulped a beer at once and tried to look around. He lost eye contact with Billy for a second and he had disappeared from the inside of the cabin. He sniffed the air and went out following his nose, walking along the lake without minding where he was going. 

Billy was there, at the shore with a cig, his smoke and his peculiar smell lingering around him, his fangs shining in the dark, reflecting the first ray of the full moon peeking out from the clouds, and he felt a strange, unfamiliar tickle on his neck. 

Billy growled.

A howling echoed from afar. 

Steve growled, staring at his rival, now smelling his rushing blood under his skin, matching his own.

Billy barked, gurning gutturally while his fangs became longer and pointier, his claws sharper and his pupils became vertical and slit-shaped. 

Steve kicked off his shoes, now uncomfortable, scraping the ground with his back foot. He licked his canines and stretched his forelegs and his claws, wrinkled his new hairy ears and nervously moved his tail. 

Billy growled again,turning his body to directly face Steve. His blonde tail was straight and rigid and his smooth chest was now covered by coarse blonde hair. 

Steve kept on guard, and kept smelling the air. 

With the last bit of human reason he had before the full moon completed his transformation, he surprisingly recognized the kind of peculiar scent Billy was emanating for him during all the night.

It wasn’t the feral mark of his territory.

He was in heat.

[churchofwriting]

Maria has always been a follower of werewolves and transformation ever since she was young, she didn't know why but she was very fascinated by the concept and looked at anything related to them As she grew up and she figured out that she was a lesbian, this interest also became charged with her sexuality too Jerking off to girl turning wolves, stories and bad movies and tv shows all over Just anything that she could her her hands on to feed her fetish up She has always looked for a way to turn in real life but nothing worked not subliminals, not spells, not rituals, not hypnosis and she has given up all hope in actually transforming in real life

Another day like usual passes through, scrolling youtube before going to bed, she saw on her recommended tab

A new subliminal, while she didn't exactly believe in them anymore this one had some specific instructions like listening on the full moon while laying down with your closed eyes and thinking that it might be a good way to pass time before going to bed, she decided that she was going to do it

Because after all, what's the worst that could happen

During the nighttime, she put on her pijamas to prepare to sleep and started hearing the audio

She did as the instructions said and when it ended... nothing at all happened

She gave up, put her phone and headphones on her nightstand and simply closed her eyes

A few moments passed after her eyes closed but she starts to feel sweaty rolling down her forehead which forces her to open her eyes again and as more minutes passed, she started feeling more and more hot and sweaty

She went to open the window and saw the full moon up in the sky and felt very mesmerized and entranced by it

"Was the full moon this beautiful before..." She muttered in between heavy breaths

She moaned as she started to strip, due to the intense heat she was feeling

"Oh my, is-is it finally happening?" she was riveting with excitement as she heard the first crack coming from her back

"F-fuck, ugnh" she cried out as her hands slowly lengthen alongside her nails growing larger and darkening

Putting her hands on the window, her mind starts to loosen up a little bit when looking at the full moon and she lets a howl

"Ah-awooooooooo" is heard as her vertebrae pops and extends to form a small tail, which will be full of hair in due time

fully pushing up, she groans and feels satisfaction in her fluffy tail that she wanted to have for so long, feeling it wag a lot

Her hands grow and deform, getting hairy and not being worthy of being called a human hand

"UGHHHHHHHHHH" Her feminine voice is getting deeper and rougher, much like growling

Her feet starts to shift in the same way as her hands, the big toe slowly moves upward

"A-AAAGH"

Her muscles ache and grow, shifting and making her physique, she has never been particularly athletic but she was relatively skinny but she struggled with the perception of her body a lot

As all of her body was in fire, fur grew all over her body but she was overwhelmed from so much pain coming from everyone

"WH-nononono" Her chest barreled up, the boobs she worked so hard to get, slowly evaporating into memory

She started to cry as her body was almost the one of a wolf, while she was happy for finally achieving her dream of becoming the being she always wanted to be for so long

There was something painful in saying goodbye to her feminine body even if it was just for a night

Even thought she didn't had the body she was accustomed to, she felt some weird changes on her crotch and she got what she desired, even more than this silly

As the tears roll down her cheeks, her face slowly pushes foward into a snout, slowly filling up with the fur that covered all of her

Her eyes turned yellow and her nose changed becoming small and darkening which each second

Her mind slowly fades away for the night and the wolf is let loose

She howls both in victory and sorrow and starts looking for a way out of her apartment

Maybe, she will be the first of many werewolves to come

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 16th

Day 16: Speech/Movement Restriction, Body Worship (Genitals), Vampires/Werewolves

Max Phillips x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Vampirism, Lycanthropy, insults, changing, mentions of bestiality,

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Fucking werewolves. Of all the fucking supernatural things he could fall for, he has to fall for a fucking dog.

Max wrinkles his nose, the smell of wet dog never a particularly pleasant one, and with his enhanced sense of smell, it’s magnified. 

Max Phillips isn’t human, no, his humanity was taken away years ago. He’s a vampire. A natural enemy of werewolves, which really confuses him when his cock gets hard at the furry form of his girl. 

“Fuck, do I need to dip you for fleas?” He grumbles, rolling his eyes and spraying some of the air freshener around the room. “Or did you roll around in something dead?”

“Fuck off, Max.” Your voice is decidedly human and he grins when he hears the annoyance in your tone. Obviously just changed back and probably pretty tired from running around all night, howling at the moon. 

“What’s the matter, puppy?” He teases, walking into the bathroom to find you standing in front of the full length mirror, naked and examining your body for any marks that will heal absurdly fast anyway. Leaning against the door, he snaps his fingers. “Shit, I forgot your dog treat.”

“Shut up, or I will eat a plate full of garlic, you vitamin D deficient blood bag.” You throw him a scowl, but that just makes his grin grow even wider.

“Technically, you’re the blood bag, furry.” He teases, ducking when you throw your towel at him. “Awwww did your tail get knotted up, baby?”

You roll your eyes, wondering why the fuck you put up with the heartless wonder. Reminding yourself that the sex is pretty good, but you still smirk as you open the medicine cabinet. “Fuck with me and I’ll replace your sunscreen.” You threaten, enjoying the way his grin slides off his face and the wounded expression replaces it. 

“Hey..that’s not cool.” He grumbles. “You know I’m sensitive to the fucking fireball in the sky.” 

You make a sizzling noise, laughing when he flashes his fangs at you. “Okay, go make me some food.” You wave him away. “I need to shower and then sleep for a million minutes.”

“Awww babe.” He pouts and pokes out his lower lip at you. “I was gonna get in the shower with you.” “No you weren’t.” You open the glass door and smirk over your shoulder. “Because you called me a furry.” 

“Babe, I like your fur.” He whines, looking offended that you are denying him a shower with you. “I was teasing you.” 

“Go floss your fang, Max.” You huff, stepping into the shower. 

“Fluffy…..” He groans. “I’ll scratch under your chin…” 

“Fuck off, Max!” 

“You’re so touchy after you regrow your skin.”

****

Your relationship with Max is one that despite your teasing, is actually pretty amazing. He understands that you have things that you can’t control. Like his bloodlust, you can’t help that your human form falls away every full moon. Turning into a monster with razor sharp claws and teeth that are perhaps even sharper than Max’s. 

Now the next month has rolled around, the moon looming over your schedule. It’s always a pain in the ass, but you also love the freeing sense of being the biggest and baddest out in the forest at night. 

You’re aware of yourself while you are in that state, it’s just that your more animalistic instincts take over. You want to hunt, eat. Fuck. 

The small cabin in the woods was a place where you could be safe. Or, others could be safe from you. Nothing was around for miles. You start to slip out of your clothes, knowing that when the moon appears, you would shred anything you were wearing. It was better to just start the process naked. 

“Fuck baby.” He smirks as he watches you undress, eyes dark and eyebrows waggling. “I wonder if I’m going to get the horny or hungry little puppy tonight.” 

You roll your eyes and huff, smirking slightly. “One of these days I’m going to bite you.” 

“Oh, promises, promises.” He waggles eyebrows again and flashes his teeth at you playfully. “I want you to bite me. Make getting that pussy a challenge.” 

You snort and walk over to Max, sliding your arms around his neck. “Keep me on the mountain.” You tell him seriously, not wanting to hurt anyone and his vampiric strength can keep you here. 

“You stink.” Max’s nose wrinkles, leaning back slightly and smirking at you when you roll his eyes. “Did you shower?” 

“Fuck you, Max.” You huff, shoving at him, but he holds you close. 

“I’ll keep you here, babe.” He promises, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. “Gotta keep my little fur ball happy.” 

****

Max always watches as you transform. Finding it fascinating that his very human girlfriend grows to over seven feet tall and is built like a brick shithouse covered in dark, surprisingly soft, fur. The loss of boobs was something that he was sad about when you are in your furry form but for some reason, the pussy was fucking amazing when he had to lift that tail to hit it from behind.

He stands in the trees, giving you the room you need to thrash about. It was good that he was supernatural as well, because the first time you changed, you had clawed the shit out of him. If he wasn’t undead, it would have left a hell of a nasty scar.  

“Awooooooooooooh!” Max winches, finding you really loud when you are baying at the moon, but he doesn’t grumble about it too much. 

There’s something about the way that you look as a creature of the night. Something that appeals to him sexually. He had never thought about fucking a werewolf until you. Until he saw you as a werewolf. Until he fucked you as one. Or rather, you fucked him. 

The sniffing of the air brings him back to the moment. Watching as you turn yellow eyes on him. Your smart, sassy little mouth elongated into a powerful snout and a set of jaws that could crush bone. 

His nude body is pale in the large moon, figuring he didn’t want those claws going through another Hermēs tie. Plus there was something rather exhilarating about chasing after a wolf with not a fucking stitch of clothing on. Getting back to his roots in his mind. 

“Here Fido.” He snickers, waving you over and chuckling when he hears you growl. “Down girl.” He teases, knowing that you can’t hit him with those snappy comebacks right now. “You know that you have to be a good girl.” 

That’s not apparently the mood you were in. One arm swiping out and knocking him onto his back, snapping your jaws inches from his pretty face as you loom over him. 

“You wanna ride?” Max asks, immediately reaching for your fur covered hips to move you into place since he’s already hard. He gets hard watching you change. Turning on by the mere fact that he fucks a werewolf. It was quite the brag amongst other vampires. 

Your snout comes down and you nuzzle his hard cock, making him moan when your long, wolfish tongue comes out to run along the length. “That’s it, Fluffy.” He groans. “Get it nice and wet for your canine cunt.” He chuckles. “You’re gonna wag your tail while you bounce on my cock and bay at the moon tonight.” 

[heartscrypt]

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"Getting into character for Halloween's fine and all. I just don't know why it has to involve me.."

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dropping the halloween oc sr right after the endless halloween event ends LMFAOOO my timing is so bad.

anyways here's yumi shinomiya, my chapter 4 yuu, being forcibly dragged by ears and tail into halloween festivities. rip bozo. shes more distraught about having to wear a costume the entire time than the Hundreds Of Students Who Have Gone Missing. PRIORITIES, GIRL!

click here for more context on yumi!

voice lines under cut!

Summon = Getting into character for Halloween's fine and all. I just don't know why it has to involve me..

Groovy = Do I bite? Mm, don't push your luck. Once I've sunk my teeth into something, I won't let it go that easily.

Set Home = Woof, or, uh, something. Look, I'd put in more effort if I was, like, actually being paid to do this, but I'm not.

Home Idle 1 = Kalim insisted on the costume, and I'm not exactly in a position to refuse anything that's free. Well, it was Kalim who insisted, but Jamil helped me out with the henna-- he seems pretty used to this stuff.

Home Idle 2 = Grimmy said I don't make a good wolf, and I honestly don't care enough to prove him wrong-- hey, what do you mean, "it's because you're more like a cat than a dog" ?!? What do you mean by that?!?

Home Idle 3 = Halloween at Night Raven College is pretty different from my old school. For one, it seems to involve a lot less illegal-- wait, NDAs definitely don't apply when you're in another universe, right?

Home Login = Here's to a Halloween without any police sirens outside my window at 2 in the morning. Ahaha, just messing with you. It was actually 3 in the morning!

Home Idle Groovy = Trick or treat! Do whatever, I honestly don't mind which one I get as long as neither have any razor blades involved.

Home Tap 1 = Back home, I used to bark at creeps all the time, so howling at other students shouldn't feel any different.. but it's so much more humiliating...

Home Tap 2 = Ehh, it could always be worse than an ears and tail. I could be wearing... whatever the heck Octavinelle's wearing, ahaha! Oh man, if I grabbed one end of those unrolled toilet paper rolls they're wearing and pulled hard enough, I bet they'd spin out of their unraveled costumes like a top.

Home Tap 3 = You know, some people fantasize about romancing werewolves. My take on that is that all the fur they'd probably shed would be super unromantic, but nobody else likes to think about that part of the relationship.

Home Tap 4 = Remember to call Tsunotarou-- err, Malleus-- over here for the group photo. He gets sulky and prone to blowing stuff up if he's not included. You know, he's a lot like a poorly-adjusted teenage girl that way... hm? No, I didn't say anything..

Home Tap 5 = Was that your attempt at a jumpscare? Hah. It'll take a lot more than that to phase me. You, however... I could totally make you run screaming for your mommy if I tried.

Home Tap Groovy = You want to know what Halloween was like back in my world? You're gonna regret asking that.

[eleanore-delphinium]

My Mate

DamiRae Week 2023

[ Fantasy, Book Inspired, Exploring Each Other’s Bodies / Intimate ]

DISCLAIMER: Contains Mature Content, Sexual Themes (but not the most graphic that I wrote, and yes lemon)

[ Small Author Rant ]

This was not part of my plans. I initially wanted to post for After Flashpoint continuing the Familiarity AU, Fairytale which is Maleficent inspired which I have had the idea for, since I joined the fandom, and God's AU wherein it's Greek God related... But I was time constrained.

The Gods I have written quite a bit already and I thought I'd make it...but nope time was not enough.

Then I got obsessed with reading about werewolves and mates... And greatly unsatisfied with what I've read. And this idea came up and I thought it would be short... But here I am 8k words later.

I didn't think much about this fic and it wasn't planned much like most of my work. So if anyone has questions please feel free to ask, I'd like to explore this possibility. I think it has potential.

And when preparing this post (yes, it’s scheduled, I'm away on a trip thus the time constraint), I realized that this fic actually hits most of the prompts unknowingly. So, I'm posting it on the 6th day.

Even though I didn’t plan this fic that much or prepared it, I hope it was enjoyable. Low-key made me want to have a sad sad fic when I was proofreading.

Anyways, enjoy AND PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!! 

~.~.~.~.~

In a forest, there was a black wolf curled up in front of a big boulder. It was whimpering in pain and eyes were closed. 

Loud howls echoed through the forest and the wolf’s eyes fluttered open, revealing violet irises. It struggled to stand but ultimately fell. 

Three wolves came from the trees opposite it. They were bigger than the weakened wolf. The three observe the cornered thing, who looked resigned to their fate. They gave it a low growl and slowly approached the violet eyed-wolf.

Suddenly, an even bigger wolf jumped from the top of the boulder behind the unconscious wolf and bounced off the boulder to land between the sole wolf and the three other wolves who were actually of average wolf size. Its growl was threatening and made the other three wolves whimper. 

There was a standoff for a moment and then the newcomer barked so loudly that its bark was probably heard throughout the forest. The wolves that were no longer the predator fled as fast as their paws could take them. 

The newcomer growled slowly at where the three fled, then his green eyes softened and turned to the small wolf behind him. And it was clear that this wolf was a male, the strength and dominance he showed was no longer there. It was replaced by whimpering, his tail drooped behind him. 

He was sniffing the air a little. The wolf before him was female.

‘Mate…’ A disembodied male voice whimpered. The wolf’s green eyes locked on the smaller black wolf. He realized that the wolf’s fur that he was looking at, looked a little bit purple under the sunlight from the canopy of leaves above them.

‘Mate…’ The bigger wolf froze before the female, fear struck him. He nudged her and called for his Mate. He noticed her inhale deeply at the touch and he calmed.

‘Mate.’ It claimed taking the smaller creature by her neck.

~.~.~.~.~

The small black wolf was curled up on top of a bed with white sheets. The room was rather bright and the color was mostly white with some black, green, and gold here and there. 

A tan man was in the room observing the curled-up wolf. He wore black pants, his chest and feet bare. He approached the whimpering wolf with bandages around its body. His green eyes studied the wolf on his bed, the same eyes that the big wolf in the forest had.

“Mate…” He mumbled, gently brushing her black-purple fur. “I am here…”

She was still unconscious for a week. 

And the man had grown anxious.

“Why is she not yet awake! Why has she not shifted into her human form!” He was yelling at his doctors that flinched at their master’s harsh tone.

It was not unheard of that some Mates were actually animals. And if his Mate was the same, does he kill her or keep her as a companion like what others in the same predicament do and then mate with someone else. At this point, his doctors weren’t even sure if she was a werewolf.

“Alpha Damian…” One of the three doctors in the room weakly called the tan man.

His green eyes glared at the doctor, “What?”

“She is getting better, let us not assume the worst…” The doctor finished and everyone in the room could tell that the Alpha was so close to ripping them all apart.

The wolf on the bed whimpered and his head snapped toward her. “Out! All of you!” He yelled and they all scrambled as he calmly walked to his bed and sat on it, patting his mate.

“I have longed for you for so long, please let me meet you.” He whispered, nuzzling his face to the wolf’s neck as it seemed to calm down from whatever nightmare she was having. 

It’s been weeks and she seemed stable but was still in wolf form. Damian’s anger became more quiet in the time that passed, but it brought everyone more stress than his outright barking.

His back was turned to the bed, he wore black pants, and he was barefooted, but had a white loose shirt on. He was getting convinced that his Mate was indeed a wolf and not like him who could shift.

He sighed, brushing both hands through his black hair. 

“Who are you?” The sweetest female voice echoed through his bedroom and he held his breath as he turned to face his bed.

There on his bed, atop his white sheets, was a pale-skinned woman, with long black hair cascading on his sheets, her eyes were violet. He didn’t think he’d gaze at such beautiful eyes.

Heck, he didn’t think he’d gaze at such a beauty, her nakedness he could not fully ignore too. 

She was beautiful.

And he was drawn to her, and as such, his feet found their way to her side. His calloused fingers brushed her waist, and his other hand rested on her shoulder.

Her violet eyes gazing at him, he kneels on the bed to bring his face closer to hers. 

“My Mate…” His eyes only saw her, his nose against her neck.

~.~.~.~.~.~

He was so happy to know her name, to have met her. He waited for so long.

“Raven.” He called to his Mate that was on the bed wearing one of his shirts, reading a book, her back against a stack of pillows. 

“Damian.” She greeted her Mate, looking up from the book. For a moment, his eyes brushed her long and bare legs. 

He sat on the space beside her and brushed his fingers on her face. He always looked forward to seeing her, even when it was for a few minutes.

Raven placed her book to the side, and soon her Mate’s lips were against the skin of her neck. His hands were roaming over her body and she quietly brushed his black hair. 

He had not marked her yet, but he could not control wanting to be this close to her, and she never pushed him back. And never made a move on him either.

She had been awake for a couple of weeks, but because she was still recovering, she remained in his bedroom. And in this space, he got to know her very well. 

She was calm, rational, and kind. Her eyes would appear to be the wisest he has seen whenever she gazed at him.

And he loved her so dearly. Admittedly, rather obsessively. Perhaps it was just their nature as wolves. 

And yet, as he placed wet kisses against her skin, she showed no hint of any possessiveness in the way he was displaying.

~.~.~.~.~.~

His Mate was wearing a white silk crop top with matching shorts, peacefully sleeping. And as he approached her, the smell that was coming off of her was getting stronger.

His eyes turned black and when he blinked, his green eyes returned but it glowed with a yellow glow around his green irises. 

He placed his hands on her hips and this startled Raven awake. He was over her legs and he leaned forward and so she parted her knees for him. He pulled down the garter of her shorts a little lower and his tongue made contact with the space just above where her pubic hair would have started growing.

Damian was just licking her there, sometimes his nose brushing her skin. He didn’t notice her biting her lips from the contact. 

“My future pups…” She heard him mumble and she blinked. “You’re ovulating, my Mate, is ovulating…” 

She noticed how the veins on his arms were bulging.

“My future pups,” Damian said, glancing at his Mate who was looking at him now. He was clearly fighting himself from something. He was breathing heavily.

The silence helped him gain back control from the animal within him, “I’m sorry.”  He pulled away, but he was clearly shaking, he was in pain. “I can’t help it.”

“I know.” She said, fingers extended to touch him, but he pulled away and shook his head.

“No, you don’t.” He whispered he looked so guilty and ashamed. “Normal wolves wouldn’t act like me.” His eyes glanced at her for a moment, then quickly looked away.

He covered his face with his hands, “You don’t understand, I want to keep you all to myself. The thought of anyone else laying even just their eyes on you drives me mad!” He growled and then breathed deeply. He took a peek at her from between his fingers, “I don’t want to justify my thoughts… but your mate is imperfect… no one would want me…”

“I don’t–” She tried to reach for him again but he pulled away. The look on his face made her freeze.

“You don’t get it.” He quietly said he looked so weak and from the short time they met, this wasn’t how she saw him. “My family… they wanted a better and stronger wolf, and so they did– they altered me to become what they want.” There was understanding in his Mate’s eyes. 

“It’s why I am so much bigger in my wolf form.” He added even more quietly than he expected. “As if the Moon Goddess was angered by this alteration– I…” He paused, closing his eyes and looking down, looking so ashamed. “I’m more obsessive and possessive than normal wolves. I try so hard to control myself. I’m imperfect– an abomination.”

Soft hands touched his arm and he looked up with clear shock on his face and his Mate was nothing but calm.

“I’m sure you have noticed.” He looked at her in confusion and she faintly smiled and added, “Why am I so small in wolf form.” He perked up. “I’m half-witch.”

He blinked at the revelation and it made sense. 

“So, I guess imperfect meets imperfect– and so we become a whole?” Her words made him feel like he could breathe properly as if his sinuses were cleared after breathing from one nostril for a little too long. “So, we are a perfect match, my Mate.”

He held his breath for a moment at her calling him Mate and she continued to talk, “ The Moon Goddess has not forsaken us.”

He smiled weakly at her, so enthralled by her presence.

“But why have you not marked me yet?” She quietly asked, breaking his quiet admiration for his Mate.

Damian looked away, “You didn’t seem interested to be my Mate…”

Raven shifted on the bed, “What? No!” Her tone was pouty.

She cleared her throat, “It’s not like that. I could tell that you were controlling yourself. I didn’t want you to feel bad or guilty, so I concealed my desire.”

He stared at her and he looked relieved, then suddenly frowned, “But I don’t want to hurt you.” He was looking away from her. “I know I won’t be able to control myself if we do it. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then hurt me.” She said and he looked at her with wide eyes. Her hand slipped down to hold his, and as she settled back to the spot she laid, she tugged him a little, bringing her closer to him. Her legs spread before him, feet on either side of him as she adds, “Hurt me. And Mark me.”

Damian stilled and breathed deeply like he was suddenly attacked. He was suddenly hit by her desire and scent. His lips part about to say something but he was cut off.

“Please, Mark me.” His Mate’s plea drove him to the edge. His eyes went from green to pure black and then his irises returned but they weren't green, instead it was yellow. All he could smell was the sudden release of desire– arousal, her scent of lavenders, and all laced with the fact that his mate was ovulating. 

Damian growled and it was clear that he was no longer in control. He ripped her shorts along with her underwear, leaving her bare for him. And oh, how bare she was. He brought his nose closer to her vagina and he was tilting his head a little and sniffing, and Raven was left to hold her breath in anticipation.

He could smell her begging for him even more. His tongue stuck out of his mouth and he started licking her folds. Her legs were over his shoulder, but she kept her feet planted on the bed.

He was going to claim her while the sun was still up and it hadn’t even reached mid-day. Everyone would surely know what he was doing. One of his hands pressed against where he was licking her a few minutes ago, just beside her hip bone.

“Beautiful…” He mumbled and then bared his teeth tugging at her vulva gently. “Mine.” He growled and then sucked the skin between her legs.

And he did that for a while, his mind intoxicated with her scent. His mouth filled with her taste.

Raven’s pale fingers found their way to his black hair and he glanced up. She knew that he was no longer in control. His eyes were yellow.

“Beautiful.” He claimed again locking eyes with her, giving her vulva a sloppy kiss while he was at it. His eyes never left her. And he noted how his Mate gulped. “Mine.” He said again, this time crawling to her. 

He cupped her face, “Mine.”

“Yes. I am.” She answered back shyly and she saw how his eyes were reflecting nothing but the animal inside and her.

He growled again, “Mine.” And went for her neck, first licking then his teeth grazing her skin.

Damian wasn’t gentle at all, it was clear that he wasn’t himself anymore, and that it was the animal in him in control. But Raven didn’t mind, it just showed just how much her Mate wanted her.

His fingers were finally done toying with her wet cunt after he made her orgasm at least a couple of times. Whilst his lips ravaged every part of her body.

He brought his wet fingers to his nose, “Ovulating…” He mumbled as if he just found out and there was an emotion that flashed in his eyes. 

He hissed, arms pulling her legs back to be on her sides. “Ovulating.” He licked his fingers that were wet with her juices and her face flushed a reddish hue.  

Raven was still anticipating the marking, he was biding his time to mark her and it was driving her mad. Then she felt it, a thickness and firmness against her wet cunt.

He studied her, tilting his head a little like a curious animal, his eyes still yellow. “Mine.” He bends forward to whisper to her ear and before she could reply she felt him enter her. 

Her eyes rolled back, her chest raised.

He smelled it, blood. “Virgin.” The simple word was dragged out and his eyes narrowed at her.

She thought that something had already long snapped from her Mate the moment he smelled her ovulating and begging to be marked. But the way he narrowed his eyes at her at this moment was something else.

She gulped.

Then his hips started ramming her. His touches felt even more animalistic. And with his pounding, she came closer to the peak and she could tell that he was in the same boat as her because his scent was overwhelming.

He tugged at her face, making her look at him, “Keep your eyes on me.” He growled and so she followed his order.

He could feel it, his close release and his Mate’s, and he was timing it perfectly. And when he knew they were at the cusp of release, his canines grew and he bit her shoulder just as they reached climax.

And Raven’s eyes widened. 

Just when she thought that what she was feeling was the climax she was waiting for, the venom from his marking said otherwise.

Raven passed out from the intensity, but her Mate was not yet done. His mind was still trapped in the desire for his Mate.

Raven would wake, in different positions, being tossed and turned by her Mate who was relentless, then would pass out. She wasn’t angry with him, it was just how their animal sides were.

The need to mate and produce. 

When Damian came to, one hand was on the lower back of a voluptuous ass sticking out to him. His breathing was shallow, as he tried to understand where he was and who he was with. He pulled his dick out from the tight cunt he was certain he was pounding. 

He knew that he had just released himself into her tight pussy.

He was disoriented and vaguely recalled that he was with Raven, his Mate this morning, but it was clear that the sun had set a long time ago. His fingers brushed the skin just above her butt and then unconsciously touched the stray white fluid back to her gaping hole.

He felt like his body wasn’t his, and that is when the scent of his Mate filled his nose. He blinked and glanced at the pale body before him. 

This was his Mate. Raven. And she had so many bruises, hickeys, and bites on her body.

He wanted to vomit. His mind could see images of what he had been doing to his Mate– even when she was passed out. 

He really wanted to vomit. 

He was a monster.

Damian was shaking as he pulled away and attempted to flee, but a weak hand wrapped around his wrist. And he froze.

His eyes were back to green as he stared at his Mate, her ass still sticking out at him, her cunt dripping from both their juices. But that sight was forgotten when he saw the sadness on her face and he felt her grief from the bond.

“Please, don’t.” She said hoarsely, but her lips were chapped and swollen that his guilt was heavier than her sadness.

Another flash of sadness that wasn’t his came to him, it was from Raven. She didn’t want him to leave her, not after marking her, she felt like he was abandoning her.

“No, it’s not like that.” He quickly explained but her sorrowful gaze pained him.

He knew what she was feeling and he pursed his lips, “I hurt you.” He quietly said, looking away.

And he vaguely heard her voice in his head telling him to stay. He also felt that she didn’t blame him but in fact, felt quite loved, and also knew that if he left, he would truly hurt her.

He studied all the marks of his passionate but sadly one-sided lovemaking on his Mate. He wanted to leave, he should, but he couldn’t hurt her like that. He helped her get a more comfortable sleeping position and somehow her lips found his neck. He felt her contentment.

And he realized that she wasn’t able to mark him.

When Raven woke, her body was extremely sore and it was still night out. Her arms touched the space around her, looking for her Mate. And dread filled her when she realized he wasn’t there. She sat up with eyes wide. 

He left her. 

Her eyes searched the dark room for her Mate. Her Mate who marked her and then just abandoned her. It hurt her ego as a werewolf. 

“Raven!” Damian’s voice roared as he opened the door, a basket in his hand. His green eyes searched for his Mate. He thought something had happened to her.

When she saw him, she instantly struggled to get up from the bed. He closed the door behind him as he quickly walked to her.

“No, don’t.” He begged her, not wanting her to come closer to him in her state. But she met him halfway and stumbled to his chest.

“You left me.” Her eyes were filled with water that threatened to spill and he felt her sorrow. She thought he had abandoned her. 

She-wolves were known to be particularly sensitive after marking, the duration varying from one Mate to another. The knowledge just popped up in Damian’s mind. He didn’t think he’d get a Mate, so these little details were something he didn’t bother with.

It was kind of similar to the human belief that human females grow an attachment to their first sexual partner. But with wolves, especially in their case– that Raven’s first was her Mate, the attachment to her first and only sexual partner was even more extremely heightened. He at least understood this much.

He cupped her face and brushed her cheek with his thumb, this was the first time he saw her with so much emotion on her face. “I’m sorry.” He quietly said, but her eyes were pleading and her chapped lips pouting at him.

“You weren’t able to eat, so I went to get you some things to fill your stomach. I didn’t think you’d wake up. I’m sorry.” He quietly confessed.

He felt her joy from his show of concern and his heart fluttered, or maybe it was hers. Regardless, from where he stood and with the moonlight's help, he could see all the marks he left on her body. What he did to her flashed before his mind. 

He wanted to apologize again, but a small hand against his chest stopped him.

“Please, don’t.” She whispered, eyes pleading again, “If you do, it’s like you're telling me you regret marking me.”

Her emotions felt like a punch on his cheek and so were her words. 

“No!” He hated the thought. He didn’t regret it and she flinched at his sudden outburst. He calmed himself and added, “ It’s not like that.”

He caught himself from apologizing again, he leaned forward pressing his lips against his mark on her shoulder, “Mine.”

He felt her feeling proud and happy with his actions. And he too was pleased. 

Another information entered his mind, some wolf packs do not allow their females to mark their Mates or partners. He wondered for a moment if she came from a pack like that. 

~.~.~.~.~

“Alpha! There are trespassers!” Someone told Damian and he frowned.

“Alpha! The she-wolf is approaching the mansion!” Another yelled as he ran to the mansion just as Damian was rushing out. “The she-wolf refused to talk to us, but she was being chased and was evading us and her attackers.”

Damian frowned, he didn’t have time for this, he had not seen his Mate and could not hear her or feel her.

“She was being chased?” He asked as he glanced up, seeing a familiar small wolf running to them. Even though he couldn’t see from where he was, he just knew that the approaching wolf would have violet eyes.

“She is coming to the Alpha!” Someone said, alerting the others, silently telling them to stop the approaching she-wolf.

Damian ran to said she-wolf and shifted mid-way, and it looked like he was going to trample the poor wolf, but instead, he barked, landing a little behind her. His snarl put a halt to everyone and even the trespassers that he could smell from across the forest where the small wolf came from. 

Everyone stilled and Damian turned to look at the shaking wolf behind him. Her eyes were exactly his Mate’s. He nudged her and she whimpered, he urged her to communicate with their exclusive Mate telepathic connection, but nothing. He even sniffed her. 

He couldn’t smell her or his scent on her. He couldn’t even feel her or hear her.

But those violet eyes were clearly his Mate’s and it was pleading to him.

He recalled how he barely smelled her when he first met her. He was only certain that she was her Mate the moment his eyes laid on her in her human form. 

He growled slowly and the wolf before him blinked. It was undeniable that this was the same wolf he saved from the forest. His Mate.

He grabbed the creature by the neck and snorted at his men. He was disappointed that they could not identify his Mate. But recalling that even he could not smell her scent and that no one had seen her shift in her wolf form, he calmed down a little.

The smaller wolf looked pitiful being carried like that by Damian in wolf form. But he padded his way to their bedroom and laid his Mate on the bed.

He shifted into his human form, he wore black pants, it was enchanted to accommodate shifting. 

“Raven, it’s alright, you can shift.” He urged her but the wolf merely whimpered. He was confused. He brushed her black-purple fur and comforted her and she merely nudged his head a little.

Three days passed and she was still in wolf form, “What’s wrong? You can’t shift back? Is it similar to when we first met?” He patted her head and he noticed a tear fall from the she-wolf’s eyes.

Later that evening, when Damian was about to go to the bathroom, he smelled his Mate’s scent and he turned to the bed to see his naked Mate on the bed. Tears in her eyes.

“Damian…” She whispered her arms extended for a hug and he went to her instantly and wrapped her in his arms. “I was stuck.” She mumbled, shaking her head to the nook of his shoulder.

“Why?” He asked her gently and she froze.

Raven suddenly burst into tears and kept apologizing, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Your Mate is selfish, I didn’t– I couldn’t reject you when I met you.”

He inhaled deeply at her last words: reject. She wanted to reject him. The animal inside of him was angry at the thought.

“I didn’t tell you everything, I didn’t give you a choice. I’m sorry.” She sobbed and he felt the misery she was feeling, thus his anger at the thought of being rejected disappeared.

He wanted to understand her, “What do you mean?”

She stilled again on the spot and she held back her tears as she stared at him, “This isn’t common knowledge but when some wolves meet their animal Mates, most times, they really weren’t born as animals.”

Daman furrowed his eyebrows, he tried to recall this information from all the books he had read, and there was no information like this. 

“They were likely half-wolves, who lost the ability to shift into their human forms,” Raven revealed and his eyebrow twitched. 

It makes sense.

“One day– I might not be able to become human.” The tears in her eyes fell again and her dread and his dread merged into one in his body.

After a moment of silence, “No.” He said. “If my mother can find a way to alter me– I’m sure there is a way around that.” His green eyes were determined.

She shook her head, “I shouldn’t have mated with you– we shouldn’t have met. If I was stuck as a wolf, you probably wouldn’t know who I was. And I wouldn’t either.”

“No!” He yelled and Raven stared at him with wide eyes. “I’m not mad at you,” He clarified, calming himself. “I don’t like the thought of not having you.” He buried his face on her shoulder.

“You’re mine.” He softly added.

“You could have mated with someone else, and we wouldn't have known what we could have been.” She added and he growled. “I was selfish, I couldn’t let you go.”

He licked his mark on her, “Then I’m glad that you are.”

Another moment of silence then he recalled something, “Is that why I can’t smell you?”

Raven pushed him gently, looking at him, “I am half-witch, I was hunted down for what I am, as a precaution when I shift I conceal my scent, but… it has become my default so I find it hard to control it.”

He nodded and kissed her forehead, “We’ll find a way around it.” 

“But Damian, if I fall pregnant and shift into a wolf, I will lose our child.” Her eyes twitch as the tears fall. “I don’t want that.”

“I’d rather lose the child.” He said and he felt her heartbreak at his words. She didn’t realize it but she had also held her breath. She believed he didn’t want children with her.

“It’s not like that, Raven. I don’t want to lose you.” He made her look at him by cupping her face. 

But she was not convinced and attempted to be freed from his touch.

“I can’t lose you, my Mate.” He looked in pain frowning at her, “We can choose not to have kids for now until we figure this out. Alright?” 

She was still distraught by his words but she nodded and he embraced her as he comforted her.

“I do want pups with you. I don’t want kids with anyone else.” He reassured her. “If you get stuck as a wolf, then I will live my remaining life as a wolf with you.”

He heard her gasp and felt her heart sink into her stomach, “No.” She said, eyes wide in fear. “No, you can’t.”

With firm hands on her cheeks he said, “Yes, I can.”

~.~.~.~.~

“How certain are you that this information is true?” Talia asked, glancing at her son and then his Mate.

“It is quite known to families who are not pure, and to a certain coven of witches,” Raven replied. “We… Impure wolves were hunted as a sport, so this information is concealed. We have packs or covens dedicated to us. But please, keep this a secret, I’m not supposed to be even telling you this.” She glanced at her Mate. 

Damian knew that it was only recently that half-werewolves were accepted. Of course, there were still some who liked the old ways. But he had never heard of packs of half-wolves and witch covens that help said half-wolven packs.

“But there are still some who treat us as a game.” Raven unconsciously rubbed her arm.

“Is that why you were being chased?” Damian asked, containing his anger, he had always wondered why she was being chased, but he didn’t want to force her to answer him by asking. When she confessed that she was half-witch, he didn't even ask questions.

To him, she was his Mate. That was all that mattered. 

Raven looked uncomfortable with the question and glanced at Talia. And her son frowned at her. He suddenly recalled that his pack used to hunt the impure wolves for sport too.

He growled, “If you hurt her.”

Talia raised her hands up, “She is your Mate, I have no intentions, and anyways, we stopped hunting them halflings down a long time ago. We saw that they offered more benefits as they are– earlier than anyone else did.”

Damian growled, placing himself between his mother and Mate.

“We also believed that maybe we were cursed too…” Raven quipped trying to change the topic and calming her Mate. “There was a way to make sure we don’t get stuck…”

Damian turned to her hopeful, but she avoided his gaze, “If we forsaken our wolves, then we wouldn’t become animals.” Damian did not understand her words and she adds, “You would have thought your Mate died, and if we crossed paths, we wouldn’t have known that we were destined for each other in accordance with the Goddess's will..”

He visibly took a step back, his head shaking. He couldn’t imagine being without her. Maybe it was the animal inside of him or the bond, but she was his. There is no other option for him.

Or maybe it was his imperfection showing. He was obsessed with her.

“I clearly… didn’t…” She mumbled, shaking in fear, when his eyes studied her, he realized what she was feeling.

“We can figure this out,” Damian reassured and turned to his mother, “If you can make me this strong, I am sure you can find something around this.”

He was nothing but determined. 

And Talia smiled, “I do like a compelling experiment.”

~.~.~.~.~.~

Raven was in their bedroom, and she had not seen him for days after having a meeting with his mother. She was very very upset. She was feeling abandoned. 

She decided to step out of the bedroom and walked barefoot to the end of the rather long balcony. She wore her white silk sleepwear made of a crop top and shorts again.

She gazed outside at the vast yard and into the forest from Damian’s huge balcony. She was told that her Mate had been running through the forest since they last saw each other.

She believed he regretted meeting her. She thought about leaving and just when she was about to go over the ledge of the balcony, despite being on the second floor, she heard a growl from behind her.

She turned and there was a very huge black wolf. She froze, one of her legs was over the banister.

The wolf growled as he slowly walked to her. 

‘What are you doing?’ An angry disembodied male voice asked and she recognized it as her Mate’s.

“I–” She couldn’t even say what she was doing and he growled again. “I thought you hated me.” She ultimately answered and the wolf was now before her. His head caressed her neck.

‘You are my Mate.’ His voice was gentle and suddenly before her, stood Damian, with only his black pants on. “Come, let us go back in.” His hands found her hands as he guided her away from the ledge. 

The next moment, she found herself in the center of the bed. She was sitting crossed-legged while he was before her on his knees, mouth caressing her neck.

“Why haven’t you marked me?” He suddenly asked her and she was taken aback. And he felt it.

He pulled away to look at her. She stared at those green eyes.

“I– I wanted it to be special, but…with everything– I don’t–” Her words stopped there because his eyes told her not to continue, she knew he knew what she was about to say. 

That she didn’t deserve him.

“I can hear you and feel you.” His fingers brushed at the side of her face, “I want you to hear me and feel me too.”

She gulped and nodded, “But maybe–”

“I rather not wait.” He cut her off knowing what she was about to say again. He was clearly displeased at her thoughts thinking that she wanted to find a better time and place to do it. 

“Okay.” She whispered, placing a hand over his beating heart. He saw what she wanted to do from the bond and he was anticipating her next moves. 

And Raven acted on it. She pushed him a little, urging him to sit and she straddled him, and he held his breath as she rocked her hips and caressed his neck with her lips. 

Eventually, after all the foreplay, his dick was inside of her with her clothes still on and his pants still around his hips.

He was moaning against her as her canines elongated and she bit him on his neck. He groaned. And as the venom sank in, making him further aroused he could feel her in his mind.

‘Damian.’ He heard her voice whimper inside his mind. And he couldn’t help but growl aloud.

His Mate was asking for more. Of course, he will fulfill her desire. 

She had bitten him higher than he did on her body, she wanted to assert her dominance over other she-wolves. Which he didn’t mind at all. But it honestly made him even more hornier.

~.~.~.~.~

They were in his bedroom, it was late at night. Raven was on the bed naked and on all fours with her nice ass sticking out to him. She was at the edge of the bed and he was behind her ramming her from behind, one hand holding her arm by the wrist and the other caressing her lower back.

Her moaning was endless.

He couldn’t help but sear the image into his mind. Her pale skin, her nice ass sticking out for him. His scarred arms and hands holding her. There was something quite alluring to be able to fuck her this way. 

They were animals by all means– being werewolves. They were.

And yet, to have her in this position in their human forms– there was just something about it that hit him differently.

His green eyes started to have a yellow glow around them.

Raven groaned and shook her head, “Slower…” She mumbled but he chuckled.

He went faster, “You and I know you want it faster.” 

She buried her face against the bed, one hand gripping the sheets and the other gripping his wrist as he held her by the wrist on that arm.

Soon enough the two had reached release again. And he felt it, just as he was pulling out before she even burst into tears. 

His Mate’s sheer sorrow.

He was already picking her up and comforting her as she cried.

“Hey, hey, baby, what’s wrong?” He caressed her leg and he was before her on his knees. All he could feel was her emotions.

“I am your Mate. I am supposed to be giving you strong pups, that is my honor as your Mate.” She sobbed. “But I can’t give you that.”

“Hey, hey, you will. It will just be a little bit longer than we’d thought.” He told her, brushing her tears away.

“We are wolves, it is in our nature to breed a stronger generation– and I can’t give you that. What kind of Mate am I?” She sobbed again.

He felt her strong desire to have his pups– their kids. There was a sense of joy he couldn’t hide and he knew she felt it from the bond. 

She wanted his kids. 

And Raven couldn’t help but stop sobbing as she stared at him. He was proud that she wanted his kids. 

His calmness and stare made her blush.

“I don’t want you to face losing our children because you can’t control your shifting. We’ll work on that and we can fill this damn whole pack house with our kids.” He said firmly.

The image of her having a dozen kids came to his mind, an image from his Mate whose ears were red. 

“No- not that many.” She couldn’t help but mumble and he laughed wholeheartedly. Her thoughts of her having saggy tits and not being attractive to him of course were sent to him through the bond too.

He leaned forward, making her lean backward and unknowingly spreading her legs wider. He whispered, “If anything, you will suck my dick dry.”

His green eyes glanced at her shoulder and it was slightly red in embarrassment. 

Damian pulled away, his green eyes glowing yellow again, realizing the position his Mate was in. Her legs were spread wide before him, his cum slipping out of the tight slit between her legs.

“Well, since it might take time to resolve our small shifting issue,” His index finger swiped his stray cum up back to her hole, “We can continue to practice how to make pups.”

Raven couldn’t help but gulp.

~.~.~.~.~

Damian was able to help Raven shift back into her human form whenever she got stuck. Her marking him had helped immensely. He can at least now smell her and his scent over her and communicate telepathically when she is in wolf form. 

It took time but at least now she didn’t feel alone when she was stuck.

In their bedroom, Raven was leaning against a stack of pillows that were resting on their headboard and Damian’s head was resting below her belly button. One of her pale hands was playing with his black hair as he was gazing at her.

He lifted a hand and placed it beside his head, “One day, I will have pups growing right here.” He rubbed small circles on her skin.

She chuckled, they were now quite comfortable talking about this. Raven was quite certain that she would soon be able to have his pups, so the topic wasn’t that painful to talk about. And if she didn't, she had him. Those green eyes that only knew her.

She brushed his forehead and teased him, “How do you know that there isn’t one already?” 

His eyes widened and lifted his head up as he stared at her lower abdomen, “Did I crush our pup?” 

The sheer concern he felt traveled to her. She smiled faintly. “I would know, do not worry Damian.” He looked at her and she reassured him that she wasn’t with child through their bond and he nodded. He did not look the least disappointed. Instead, he couldn’t help but send an image of him caring for her as her belly grew. 

“I can’t wait to be the mother of your pups.” She said and she felt and smelled his arousal. He knew she could tell that he wanted her. And he knew she wanted to avoid his gaze, but surprisingly she held onto his lustful gaze. “You will be a great father.”

The sun was still out, but here they were making love again.

Everyone in the mansion knew that the Alpha couldn’t keep his hands off of his Mate. 

Everyone has already accepted her, but she was still not part of the mind-link between the pack. 

~.~.~.~.~.~

In their bedroom, Damian was leaning on the headboard with his Mate between his legs, her back resting against his chest and his arms around her waist. 

They were fully clothed. He wore his black pants and a white loose long-sleeved shirt, his hard chest poking out of the deep v on the front of his shirt. His Mate was wearing a white fitted off-shoulder top with tight shorts.

He kissed her shoulder, particularly his mark on her, “I will admit, I really don’t like the thought of other males hearing your voice in their heads.” He was pouting and she laughed, her hands finding his and intertwining their fingers. 

“But they are wondering why I am not part of the mind-link.” She moved her head to rest her forehead against his neck and he groaned.

“But I want your voice to only fill my head.” He whined and he could feel his animal growing possessive and he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Raven laughed again, “But you and I know it is time and inevitable.” She kissed his jaw and he frowned. His green eyes were surrounded by a yellow glow that slowly faded.

He sighed, “I know.”

~.~.~.~.~.~

In a room full of people in suits and gowns, Damian was across the room, his eyes laying on his Mate who was talking to some other man. He had just arrived and came later than Raven.

His eyes instantly found his Mate. He couldn’t help but growl seeing the sight of his Mate welcoming some other man. He tried to control himself. What really ticked him off to the edge was the scent of her ovulating. It was sudden and she tried to conceal it, but he had smelled it from this distance. Perhaps it was the mating bond.

Raven felt him from across the room and smiled in his direction to comfort him and then brought her attention back to the man she was conversing with. Her smile did not comfort him.

He growled, his eyes glowing yellow. He worked so hard to control himself and he normally can, for the most part, but tonight was not the night.

No one knew she was his yet, and his scent doesn’t stick well on her body, and so did her scent on his body. And it drove him mad. 

He excused himself from the man who was attempting to talk to him. Everyone in the room could feel his growing anger. He stopped at his Mate’s side, his lips against her ear.

“Oh, I think you know my Mate.” Raven smiled at the man across from her, Damian gave the man a side glance, his green eyes had a yellow glow. He kissed her neck.

“My Mate, you know I am the jealous type.” He said with a deep tone. Raven smiled at the man, her fingers finding her Mate’s, silently calming him.

“Then, I must excuse ourselves, sir.” She told the man, smiling faintly, her eyes fluttering at him and Damian couldn’t help the growl that escaped his lips.

Raven quickly ushered her Mate out of the party hall with great elegance and into the dark halls of the castle. When the two were alone he pinned her to a marble baluster.

“You are ovulating.” He growled, his eyes yellow. And she cupped his face.

Her thoughts of wanting to see his green eyes came to his mind. He wished he could, but the animal in him was in control.

“Everyone must have smelled you.” He growled, lifting her up seamlessly onto the banister.

She couldn’t help but giggle, “You know that since we are mated, you are the only one who is this sensitive to my ovulation.” She pulled him into her arms.

He blinked and his green eyes were back, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, I tried to control myself.” 

“Your self-control is insanely good, my dear Mate.” She reassured him. “I knew the moment we met. And don’t be too hard on yourself, you and I both know that the male wolves can’t help it because as animals, we can’t help but desire to mate and produce. And it is even more intense when it is with your Fated Mate.” 

She suddenly pulled him even closer with her legs that were now wrapped around his waist, “A desire to make your Mate carry your pups.” She whispered in his ear.

And he growled his green eyes emitting a yellow glow yet again.

And her eyes turned blue.

He controlled himself, and placed a firm kiss on his mark on her shoulder, and filled her with his pheromones– his scent. 

She couldn’t help but moan from his aggressiveness– his show of possession. It was natural for the female to long to be marked and be enveloped by her Mate’s being. And it likely didn’t help that she was currently ovulating mid-party, her body begging for his seeds and to produce.

The heat cycle can really drive wolves insane. At least, it did for this couple. 

~.~.~.~.~

Raven was stuck, and she was on their bed in wolf form growling at Damian. Her eyes were blue.

He tried to calm her but she snarled and attempted to claw him.

“Hey, it’s me.” He gently told her. Her eyes reverted back to violet and she rubbed her head against their sheets and calmed. She looked at him with one of her violet eyes pleadingly.

He approached her and brushed her beautiful fur, “It’s okay, remember what I taught you?” 

He could feel her trying to reach him through the bond and could feel her struggling. He buried his face into her fur, letting his pheromones set into her. 

“It’s me,” He coaxed her, “Remember how I taught you.”

The wolf in his arms sounded like she was in pain and eventually, the voice of a struggling woman replaced the wolf sounds.

“Damian.” Raven sobbed, naked as she hugged him and he hugged her back. He stroked her back.

“You know, I really think you should get some enchanted clothes now, so when you are stuck you aren’t stark naked when you return to your human form.” He groped her ass, distracting her for a moment.

She pulled away pouting and he added, “It was shorter this time.” 

She nodded, feeling comforted by her Mate.

~.~.~.~.~.~

Another day, and Raven was stuck in wolf form. They had just finished a really hot session of mating– well practice because his Mate couldn’t have children yet, and Damian had merely stepped out to pee in the bathroom, only to be greeted by his Mate in wolf form.

“Damian, I can’t…” Her voice meekly spoke to him in his mind, since they were now mutually marked he could hear her when she was stuck in her animal form. It was vague at first but now she was louder and clearer. 

He quickly walked to her, her wolf form was close to tears. Midway he shifted and his huge figure circled her, “It’s okay, I am here.” He said, his Mate seems to have merged into his pitch-black fur, but he could identify that hint of purple in her fur.

He knew exactly where she was.

Raven whimpered but cuddled to her Mate.

When Damian woke, he found his Mate in human form, tangled up in his furred body. There was something about keeping her warm like this that tickled his heart.

Her getting stuck has lessened and it comforted both of them. His Mate always avoided shifting for fear of not being able to turn back. 

“I am more witch than wolf…” He recalled her telling him once, her voice close to tears. 

“It doesn’t matter.” He replied.

Damian snuggled himself against his Mate’s pale body, marking her again with his scent which elicited a moan from his Mate. 

He paused, deciding to stop before he triggered her into heat. 

It was so difficult being part man and wolf. His green eyes started to glow yellow and he tried to calm himself.

FIN.

Did I end it abruptly? Even I was thinking that, but like at 8k, this is enough. 

Happy 91st post to me!

[ghostfives]

Werewolf pup omega and werewolf bad batch it is then.

Secrets kept

Hunter growls as he and the batch head off the ship, looking around. Omega is asleep in the back and it’s just them, so it’s time to finally let loose and be what they are. Werewolves.

The batch have been werewolves since shortly after Echo had joined, when a mission went wrong and Wrecker got bit. Then he bit all of them.

Now this was their new norm, and they actually enjoyed it until Omega… they can’t lose her. And if she sees the monsters they are, then this won’t end well.

“Okay boys, only an hour. Let’s do this.” Hunter smiles as he steps out in the moonlight, letting the transformation take hold.

“Awww.” Wrecker pouts as he steps out to and grunts, feeling his bones rearrange as fur sprouts all over his body.

“Can’t scare… Omega.” Echo growls, his cybernetics off and he replaces them with his werewolf ones.

Crosshair grins and stretches. “Has been way too long.”

Once they are fully transformed, Tech stretches. “We need to hurry, let’s catch a meal.” He says, voice deeper as he pulls his goggles over his eyes.

“Let’s go!” Wrecker goes running, letting out a howl.

Hunter sighs softly, chuckling and running after him as he howls, followed by his brothers. This will be good.

xxx

Omega whines as she transforms, and crawls out of the marauder. She needs food, she hasn’t had raw meat or transformed in weeks. She hopes her brothers don’t come back soon, as she runs off.

Omega sniffs the air, smiling as she smells a nice rabbit. She goes running. This is the first time she’s hunted that’s not in an enclosed environment that Nala Se created, and it feels wonderful! The wind in her fur, the dirt on her paws! All the amazing scents in the air, it’s the best thing ever!

Omega lets out a happy howl without thinking, and that’s when she hears it. Somethings running towards her, and she lets out a yelp as she sees a large werewolf run towards her and freeze. It stares at her before sniffing the air.

Omega whines, and whimpers as four other werewolves come running with the first and they all just stare.

“A pup?” One asks softly. “How…”

“Omega!?” The first one asks.

Omega whimpers, backing away.

“No, Omega don’t-“

Omega goes running, as fast as she can back to the ship. She’s too scared to transform back so she just has to hope for the best. Hope that her brothers don’t check on her.

She quickly hides in her little room, curling up with her Trooper doll and Lula as she whines softly. She’s starving for fresh meat, but she’s not getting any of it.

xxx

Omegas ears wiggle as she hears the door open, and her heart thumps hard in her chest. She’s so scared, but… something wrong. The footsteps sound heavier?

“Omega?”

Omega whimpers, that’s the same voice as before and her ears press back tightly in fear. Her tail tucks between her legs, and she listens as the footsteps stop right outside her room.

“Omega, it’s Hunter, honey.” The deep voice says, and honestly… it does sound like Hunter.

Omega hiccups. “No! Hunters not a monster!”

“Oh Omega, you’re not a monster. You’re a scared little girl. I promise, it’s me. Remember when you called me Buir two weeks ago? No one else knew that.” The wolf says.

Omega gasps, whining. “Hunter?”

“Yes baby girl.” Suddenly two furry arms come in and pulls her close to an equally furry chest. “I’ve got you, little one. I’m here.”

Omega sobs. “Buir!” She curls close. “The… other werewolves?”

“Our family is all werewolves.” Hunter hums softly. “Want to come see everyone?” He asks softly, wanting to give Omega the choice. She deserves that.

Omega sniffles, but nods bravely.

Hunter grins and heads outside, Tech, Echo and Crosshair all sitting around a fire.

“Hey kid!” Crosshair smiles. “You are so cute!”

Omega smiles and slides out of Hunters arms, running over and sniffing Crosshair. “You’re like me?” She asks, eyes full of hope.

“Yes we are.” Crosshair smiles and nuzzles her.

Echo comes over too her. “Oh kiddo.” He coos and licks her head, before sniffling her and giving a gentle grooming.

Omega rumbles happily and her tail wags behind her. “What’s that?” She asks softly.

“This is grooming, parents do it to their young. And since we are your parents in every sense of the word but biological, then it is our job to do these things.” Tech hums, adjusting his goggles and coming over. “And you, our pup, need a grooming.” He licks gee face, getting a giggle.

“Omega! I got ya good!” Wrecker says, mouth full as he runs out and drops the rabbit at her feet.

Omega smiles and digs in.

Hunter smiles as he and his brothers sit together, watching their Pup eat her fill. They never could have imagined that this would have happened, but they’re happy to have their Pup, no matter what.

Once Omega is full, she yawns and stretches out. Then she gasps as she’s picked up in Crosshairs mouth, and moved up where the other Wolves are making a nest out of blankets. She’s sat down and then cuddles between them all.

“Goodnight, Pup.” Hunter coos, nuzzling her.

Omega smiles, yawning and curling into Hunter. She’s the happiest she’s ever been, and it’s all because of her five werewolf dads. Life can’t get better.

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Don't Make A Shadow Of Yourself (BuckTommy fic) - 6/9

Summary: "A man who's pure of heart...may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright" - Howl (F+TM)

Throughout most of his adult life, Tommy had dealt with what he was. The duality of being a man and also an animal…a beast. Werewolves weren’t born, they were made. 

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Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three

Chapter Four - Chapter Five

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Chapter Six

By the time that the next full moon came around, Tommy had come around to joining Evan and Eddie, not that he had ever really thought he wouldn’t. Eddie had even called to invite him and assure him that he really was welcome. For someone that was used to being on his own, Tommy had found himself busier than ever. Evan was always texting and asking him to go places. Eddie invited him to play basketball. Chim asked him to join him for drinks and before that night was over passed on an invitation to his wedding. 

His favorite thing was spending time with Evan. The crush that had been growing since he met him the second time had only intensified the more time he spent with the other man. He was drawn to him, drawn to his scent and his humor and his smiles. Evan was just everything that Tommy had ever wanted. He was kind and funny and smart. Hot. So annoyingly hot and somehow adorable at the same time. Tommy was having daydreams about him, about how it might feel to kiss him and press him up against a wall or a counter or a tree and just devour him.

The day they’d gone out on that run in the woods, they had ended up in Evan’s apartment watching Love Actually and eating pizza. Tommy couldn’t remember ever having a better day. Evan had even discussed the movie with him at the end, going over every couple like he’d been tasked with a report. The level of detail that he retained was amazing. 

When it came time to leave and Evan walked him to the door, it took everything in Tommy not to kiss him. Instead, he hugged Evan and tried to pretend that he wasn’t taking in his scent when he did. 

For all the time that he spent with Evan and Eddie, he never actually hung out with them together. Evan was apparently not a fan of basketball and Eddie was always busy with Christopher whenever Evan wanted to go get coffee — tea for Tommy — or a quick run out in the woods. So, it wasn’t until the full moon that Tommy got to see Eddie in his other form. 

Because they’d be out all night, they set up camp. Evan and Eddie were prepared, had done it often enough and for just a split moment Tommy felt like maybe he didn’t belong with them and that he was intruding and then Evan would smile his way and that evaporated from his mind. 

Eddie transformed first and he immediately nudged at Buck as if trying to get him to hurry up before he turned to Tommy and barked at him. Eddie was kinda hilarious as a wolf. It was like he was lighter, like all his worries were forgotten or just ignored. He sniffed everything and barked and maybe even chased his own tail for a moment. Tommy almost took back how much of a puppy Evan was, because somehow Eddie seemed to really inhabit the exuberance of one. 

“Is he okay?” Tommy found himself asking, his shirt already off and folded into his open bag. 

Evan chuckled. “Yes. It’s weird right, the things it brings out. He’s so rigid in his life, puts so much pressure on himself, but it’s different when you’re an animal. He can let it all go.” 

“I get that,” Tommy said. 

They were standing close. Evan’s button down was open, his chest peeking through. Tommy had seen him shirtless a handful of times right before and right after the times they’d gone on a run in the woods. It wasn’t getting old. 

“I keep meaning to ask about your workout routine,” Evan said. “Man, you’re…you’re all muscle, you know.” 

Evan’s hand landed on his peck, he dragged his hand up to Tommy’s shoulder and to his upper arm. Squeezed. Tommy couldn’t breathe. All he could focus on was Evan’s hand and the heat that it left behind. 

“Evan,” he whispered. 

Evan’s eyes shot up to his face. He’d gone red and he tried to walk back but stumbled over his feet. Tommy reached for him, hand landing on his bare back underneath the open shirt. Evan gasped and he grabbed onto Tommy’s shoulders. They were about the same height, and so it was far too easy for Tommy to realize that Evan was staring at his mouth. 

“Evan,” he said again and it was as much a question as a warning. 

His eyes were wide and so blue as they shot to Tommy’s and then Evan moved closer, inhaling first as his face moved towards Tommy and he didn’t look sure, but Tommy could tell what he wanted and Tommy wanted it too. He could smell it on Evan, the pure want. Desire. It made his already alluring scent that much sweeter and when Tommy closed the distance between them he didn’t go in for the kiss, instead he bent and pressed his nose to Evan’s neck. 

Tommy breathed him in, dragged his nose up to the nape of his neck. Why did Evan smell this good? It was unfair. 

“Evan,” he said again, his words hitting Evan’s skin. 

Evan groaned, his hands grasped his shoulders tighter and then they were on his neck, pulling him away. Tommy let him and their eyes met. Evan’s heart was beating hard, his lips parted and his tongue slipped out to wet them. Tommy closed the distance between them and he felt Evan’s breath brush over his skin and then he kissed him. Evan kissed back at once, pressing into Tommy eagerly, almost like he’d wanted this as much as Tommy. Tommy cradled his face, held him and brushed his thumb over his skin as he slowed the kiss and pulled back. He got to see Evan’s eyes flutter open and the wonder within. 

“Oh,” Evan said. 

“Was that…was it alright?” 

Evan nodded eagerly, leaning in and Tommy made to meet him, but—

Woof. Woof.

Eddie was barking, not near them, but the noise was enough to have Evan back away. He looked flustered.

It was getting darker. 

“We, uh, we should shift,” Evan said. 

“Evan?” 

Evan’s eyes met his and there was nothing in them akin to regret. His lips quirked up into a smirk. No regret. No doubts. No confusion. He looked happy.

“Kiss me again tomorrow?” Evan said. 

Tommy let out a laugh.

He averted his eyes from Evan, focused on getting out of his pants and underwear. He put everything away and transformed. He felt the pull of the moon, had been feeling it get stronger and stronger all day. Maybe that was part of why his resolve to not go there had crumbled…but no, it was Evan too. It was all Evan and Tommy would never have been capable of ignoring how he felt about him.

Evan was still in human form, eyes trained on him. He reached for him and Tommy moved towards him at once. He felt Evan bury his hands at his neck, leaning down to hug him. Tommy hadn’t known how good it would feel to have Evan’s hands on him when he was a wolf, but it felt amazing. Evan kissed the top of Tommy’s head before he let go and then he turned away to step out of the last of his clothes and transform. 

—

Buck had never kissed a guy before. It was a thought that crossed his mind right before it happened, when the moment grew so charged between them and the space narrowed. Buck hadn’t known it was what he wanted and yet of course it was. Of course he wanted to kiss Tommy. He’d felt this pull towards him practically since they met, but certainly since they started spending more time together. Buck hadn’t recognized it for what it was, hadn’t expected it because it was a guy. 

But Tommy kissed him and he left sparks behind. He kissed him and Buck felt like he was floating. He felt complete, which was a stupid thing to think except that it was true in ways that Buck couldn’t begin to comprehend. 

The moon was pulling at them too, hastening the need to shift into wolves. 

“Was that…was it alright?” Tommy asked. 

Buck nodded eagerly. Could do nothing else because words weren’t working and then there was Eddie breaking the moment with his barks. Buck had forgotten about him…

“We, uh, we should shift,” Buck said and he knew that Tommy knew that. 

“Evan?” 

Buck looked at him again, eyes meeting. Tommy was nothing short of amazing. Buck had thought so before, he’d admired him as a human and as a wolf. He was captivated by his scent and by everything that Tommy was. He hadn’t known why…he knew now. 

“Kiss me again tomorrow?” Buck asked. 

Tommy laughed. Buck felt the relief that came with it and he smiled back at him. Tommy made quick work of his remaining clothes and Buck couldn’t tear his eyes away from him as more skin became visible. He was shameless as he watched Tommy crouch down to put his things away and then he saw Tommy shift in place. He really did make a gorgeous wolf. He couldn’t help but reach for him. Tommy moved closer too and Buck hadn’t expected how soft Tommy would be. He hugged him, but knew the moon was rising. He didn’t have much more time left so he placed a quick kiss to Tommy’s head and then hastily got rid of the last of his clothes and transformed. 

Tommy nudged against him, nosing at his throat and letting out a huffy breath. Buck nuzzled back into him and tried not to lose himself to how captivating Tommy smelled. When Tommy pulled back, he licked at the side of Buck’s face and he was wagging his tail when he turned and ran. Buck could do nothing but chase. He heard Eddie howling somewhere and Tommy seemed to be following the sound. Buck followed Tommy. 

They found Eddie in a clearing similar to where they set up camp. He was sitting on his haunches, staring up at the moon. If someone had taken a picture, it would be the perfect depiction of a Werewolf. Buck nudged into Eddie’s side and Eddie pushed back before he ran towards Tommy, sniffing at him curiously. Tommy seemed to do the same before his focus was on Buck again and Buck moved towards him as if beckoned. He licked Tommy’s muzzle and in a spark of genius pressed their noses together. 

Eddie gave them a wolfy huff. 

The three of them ran around the woods. Eddie chased a bunny that he caught only to let go and meanwhile Buck tried not to get too caught up in Tommy. It was just hard because he was always aware of where Tommy was and Buck wanted to be as close to him as possible. 

Full moon nights were always high energy for him and Eddie. Eddie was especially exuberant. Tommy was more mellowed out, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t keep up. Not even when Buck and Eddie got a little too caught up in taking each other down and then turning that right on Tommy instead. Tommy got the better of both of them being faster and bigger. 

Still, by the time more than half the night was over they had made it back to their camp. Eddie had left them a few water bowls because it was thirsty work to run around all night. They drank and settled down. They had put all their bedrolls close. Eddie sprawled himself out on his side on his bedroll and Tommy lay down with his head on his outstretched paws, tail tucked at his side, just a few inches from him. Without hesitating, Buck joined them, pressing himself into Tommy’s side and dropping his head over his back and neck. He was surrounded by Tommy’s scent and he was warm everywhere they were pressed together. His tail fell over Eddie’s back. That was how Buck fell asleep and he had never slept better whether as a wolf or a human. 

He woke up a few hours later, warm down one side and with the most amazing smell under his nose. He burrowed closer, heard the steady beat of a heart that wasn’t his own. When he opened his eyes he found that he’d fallen asleep pressed up against another wolf. Tommy. Tommy shifted against him and Buck went still. All Tommy did was lift his head and push his muzzle under Buck’s chin. Buck closed his eyes and let the moment linger. 

The next time he woke up, it was to losing the warmth he’d grown so fond of and then a nose pressing to his neck in a nudge. Buck opened his eyes and Tommy stared back before he licked Buck’s face. 

It was morning, so early that the sun hadn’t risen. Dew covered everything and the morning air was nippy and cold. Blearily looking around, Buck found Eddie curled up still fast asleep. Tommy was waiting for him at the edge of the forest and Buck followed. 

The trek wasn’t long, right through to a high point that looked down at the rest of the forest and trees. Buck had no idea why Tommy had wanted to go there, but things were just so astoundingly different in the morning light. The forest itself sounded different. Gone were the chirps of the crickets and the hoots of owls. Replaced with birds chirping melodically and a calm that existed because most every creature was still sleeping. 

Buck realized why Tommy had made him follow him there the moment that the first rays of sunlight broke through, illuminating the sky with a burst of color. Buck had seen sunrises before. Most of the time it happened while on a shift when a twenty four had them out on a call that took them from night to morning. Those were times when he just didn’t get to appreciate it, or he was just too tired to care. With Tommy, it felt different, like Buck could allow himself to give a sunrise some of his time. 

There was just so much beauty to it. He leaned his head against Tommy’s and felt Tommy press back. 

—

They walked side by side back to camp. Eddie was still asleep, and they left him that way. Tommy edged close to his stuff before he shifted. He changed quickly and knew that Evan was doing the same. He didn’t dare turn to look at him. 

They kissed the night before. 

Tommy ran a hand through his hair, bound to be messy after a night spent running around the woods and then sleeping as a wolf. The strange part was how good he felt. Not tired or sore or any of those things…he didn’t even feel a little morose. Not all of it was to do with the kiss, he knew. More of it had to do with actually following his nature. To run around and chase and hunt and be a part of the world instead of isolating himself in a fenced in yard. 

He had Evan to thank for all of it. 

When he finally turned, he found Evan slipping his t-shirt over his head. It was tight around his biceps, but at least not tight across his chest. Tommy didn’t know if he could handle that. 

“Hey,” Evan said and he was smiling. 

“Hi,” Tommy replied. 

Evan closed the distance between them. His eyes were shining. He really was one of the most beautiful men that Tommy had ever gotten to know. Evan’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, bringing him into a hug that Tommy hadn’t known that he needed. He dropped his head to Evan’s shoulder and Evan sighed against him. Tommy didn’t know how any of it was real — how Evan was real. 

“Did you, uh, have a good time?” Evan asked, still holding him. 

“Probably the best full moon I’ve ever had,” Tommy said and maybe it was too earnest, but he didn’t want to lie. 

Evan let out a chuckle and he pulled back. “Me too, Tommy. Me too.” 

Tommy grinned back at him and he leaned forward, pressing their lips together. A peck that barely lasted more than a few seconds, but that still made Evan blush. Evan had asked him to kiss him again and Tommy couldn’t not deliver. 

“We should…we should go on a date,” Tommy said.

Evan’s cheeks were gloriously pink, but he nodded. 

“Saturday?” Tommy checked as soon as he’d mentally checked his schedule.

“I — yeah…yeah that works.” 

After that, Evan busied himself picking everything up. Eddie woke up at some point, stretching his legs for a few minutes while still a wolf, before he shifted back. 

“So, you joining us for more full moons?” Eddie asked him. 

Tommy glanced in Evan’s direction. “Yeah. I think so.” 

Eddie clapped his shoulder. “Good. Come on, we have to continue with tradition.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“Some greasy diner food of course,” Eddie said. 

Apparently Evan and Eddie had a spot that they liked to go to. It was a classic American diner complete with the long counter with stools placed in front of it and booths lined against a window. Tommy hadn’t known how hungry he was until the smell of food hit him. 

“This is why it’s a must,” Evan said right before he shoved half a piece of buttered toast in his mouth. 

He was tired, he realized. It was in a good way though because he could feel how settled the wolf was. Sated. Considering how often Tommy shifted, it wasn’t like he didn’t give in to his need to be the animal. It was just that it was always so controlled. His backyard was big, but it was the same every time. Grass and more grass. Pine trees that grew like more of a second fence and then there were the rose bushes and nothing else to explore. It was boring. It didn’t wear him out or even satisfy him, not like running around in the forest had done. 

“Thank you for inviting me along,” Tommy said when they were finishing their food.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “To each their own, but I don’t know how you managed on your own. I don’t think I could.” 

“No?” 

“No,” Eddie said. “I, uh…there was one time I tried and it didn’t go well.” 

Evan winced. There was a story there and Tommy didn’t know if he was allowed to ask. 

“My fault,” Evan said.

“Mostly,” Eddie agreed. 

“Should I ask?” 

Evan took a breath. “Do you remember I told you about getting my leg crushed by the ladder truck?” 

It was Tommy’s turn to wince. He’d heard a few of Evan’s stories about his time with the 118. At times it was difficult to not just think that they were somehow cursed. 

“I had to go on blood thinners,” Evan admitted. “Bobby didn’t want to risk me being at work while I was on them and I, uh, I didn’t take that well.” 

“That’s putting it lightly. He sued the department and Bobby over it. We were all really mad at him and when the full moon came around I was stubborn and didn’t want to spend it with Buck. It was stupid…I was miserable all night and more than a little paranoid. It was a mess.” 

Eddie shook his head like even thinking about that night made him remember how bad it had been. 

“I was already kinda feeling bad about other things happening at the time and it felt like Buck had abandoned me…well, the pack as a whole. I went a little crazy that night and I almost bit someone.”

“Oh,” Tommy said. 

“Yeah,” Eddie said. 

Tommy looked towards Evan. His lips were pressed into a line and Tommy knew him well enough to recognize how much he blamed himself for what had happened to Eddie that night. But how had it gone for Evan? He’d likely been on his own too. Had he felt abandoned by those he considered pack? 

“And what happened with you that night?” Tommy asked. 

“Awful,” Evan admitted and left it at that. 

The drive back felt both long and short. Eddie had taken control of the music despite Evan’s protests and it was fun to watch them bicker over it until they brought him into it and Tommy had to just admit that he listened to podcasts while he drove. It was LA, going anywhere was long enough for a podcast episode and barring that, an audiobook if Tommy was in the mood. 

“Then put one on right now,” Evan demanded. “Better than whatever Eddie’s trying to make my poor car play.” 

Tommy listened to a variety of podcasts. Some were non-fiction and the only way he got caught up on current events. Others were fiction and Tommy far preferred those. 

Because it sort of fit the mood, he put on Bridgewater. It was better listened to with headphones, but he could tell that both Evan and Eddie were drawn into the story at once. 

Tommy got caught up in paying attention to Evan. 

By the time they had dropped Eddie off, they were finishing with the third episode. 

“Not getting out until we finish,” Eddie declared. 

So they sat in front of his house for the five minutes it took to get to the end and Tommy was sure Eddie would be downloading it and finishing the rest of it on his own. 

“Rom coms and weird supernatural podcasts,” Evan said as he drove away from Eddie’s house. 

“I contain multitudes,” Tommy responded. 

Evan smiled easily at him. “Well rounded and hot,” Evan said cheekily.

[justhilary123]

Curse of the WereMouse Chapter 3

*The Next Morning*

*Freyja is seen, laying on her bed, her alarm goes off and she wakes up*

Freyja: *yawns* I hope Mickey’s okay. I think I better go make sure he’s okay.

*Outside in the neighborhood*

Freyja: *Comes outside, wearing her pink fair maiden dress* Let’s go check up on Mickey.

*Freyja heads on over to Mickey’s house.*

Mickey: *comes downstairs, wearing his usual red shorts with white buttons, white gloves and yellow shoes* Coming! *opens the door*

Freyja: There’s our number one mouse.

Mickey: Golly! Hi, Freyja!

Freyja: I figured I come down here and see how you’re doing.

Mickey: Oh. I’m fine! *his tummy gave a loud rumble*

Freyja: Whoa! What was that?!

Mickey: *rubs his tummy* It’s only my tummy rumbling! I’m getting hungry. Ya know, I was about to go make some breakfast after I got dressed and did some washing up. Care to join me, princess?

Freyja: You bet! *her phone calls* It’s Leela. Hold on! *She answers the phone* What’s up, Creature Girl Leela!

Leela: Hi, Freyja! Think you can come over here after breakfast?

Freyja: Okay. I’m about to go have some breakfast with Mickey.

Leela: I see. Well. Ethan and I will see you later after breakfast.

Freyja: Okay. *hangs up*

Mickey: C’mon, Freyja! Let’s head to the kitchen for breakfast!

*After breakfast, Freyja went to visit Leela and Ethan.*

Freyja: So, how did the research go, Leela?

Leela: So far so good! Believe me. That was no ordinary wolf that attacked you guys last night. This is much more serious. Turns out that creature that attacked you guys is actually a werewolf.

???: Did someone say, werewolf?

*A man with a beard, a tan jacket, tan pants, black boots and a camouflage cap appeared.*

Leela: Who are you?

Wallace: Wallace McDuffy, at your service.

Leela: What are you doing here, Wallace?

Wallace: I came into this world looking for a werewolf. And I know a werewolf when I see one. And I’m planning on tracking it down and catching it.

Leela: There’s no way you’re gonna do that. As the creature girl, I ordered you to leave. Now! *kicks Wallace out*

Wallace: You haven’t heard the last of…

Ethan: I think we have, Buster! *Closes the door*

Wallace: Those brats would regret the day they ever heard of Wallace McDuffy!

Leela: Right then. Where were we?

Ethan: The werewolf?

Leela: Right! Werewolves are spooky creatures with fur, sharp claws and bushy tails.

Freyja: Oh my gosh! That is scary! It must’ve happened while we were with Colin and Josephine in the woods last night.

Leela: This is not good. Tonight’s a full moon.

Ethan: In that case, we better whip up an antidote.

Leela: You read my mind.

*Meanwhile, Hilary was visiting Mickey*

Hilary: I wonder what kind of fun we’re gonna be having today.

*She noticed Mickey wearing a vampire costume.*

Mickey: Ready to show off what you can boo?

Hilary: Ready!

Mickey: Yay! It’ll be a treat to use our imaginations together!

Hilary: So, what’s it going to be this time?

Mickey: Let’s pretend to be werewolves!

Hilary: *gasps* Werewolves?! Oh boy!

Mickey: Start by getting down on all fours! *He and Hilary both got down on all fours* Shake your fur and sharpen those claws! Now, lift your head and howl at the moon.

Mickey and Hilary: *howling*

Mickey: Hot dog! Pluto would love this game. *He stood up and helps Hilary to her feet* Oh. I’ve had such a howling good time imagining with you.

Hilary: *her phone rings* It’s Leela! *she answers the phone* Hello! Werewolves R Us!

Leela: Hilary! We’ve got a serious problem right now. Not only have we discovered that there’s a werewolf on the loose, but, we also got a hunter named Wallace who is after the beast.

Hilary: Not good at all! Hold on! I’ll be there in a minute. *hangs up* Mickey! I gotta go! Leela needs help with a creature.

Mickey: Okay. See ya later!

Hilary: Just Remember what Leela said, if anything goes wrong. Let me know. *she walks away*

Mickey: Hmm. I wonder what that is all about. Oh. Well.

*The Park*

Leela: *Claps her hands* Okay, guys. There are lives at stake and with the full moon coming out tonight and a werewolf that’s on the loose, everything could change quickly.

Ethan: Luckily, Leela, Freyja and I whipped up an antidote.

Freyja: For the antidote, we added a tuft of werewolf fur, wolfsbane, moonbeam and a sprig of dill.

Leela: All we have to do is find the werewolf, cure him with the antidote and blammo, all our problems are solved.

Hilary: Wait. What about the Wallace part?

Leela: Oh. Right. Wallace! We need to make sure he can’t catch that werewolf.

*Later that night, Mickey went to go see Pluto.*

Mickey: Hiya, Pluto! You won’t believe what we did today. This morning, Freyja came over for breakfast and earlier today, Hilary and I pretended to be werewolves. *got down on all fours* And I figured you would love this game!

Pluto: *barks, then, howls*

Mickey: *howls*

*The moon is seen, shining bright in the night sky*

Pluto: *gasps, then, barks*

Mickey: What is it, Pluto?

*Pluto went into a pointer bit, pointing toward the clouds moving to reveal the full moon*

Mickey: Oh no! Pluto! Run! Go get help! Get the kids! You gotta help me! Tell them I’m in danger! Before it’s too late! Go!

*Pluto runs off as Mickey’s transformation slowly begins*

Mickey: *his body starts to rapidly change, his teeth sharpen into fangs, his fingers sharpen as the claws come out, his tail gets all bushy, his shoes ripped and he becomes furry, as his red shorts with white buttons ripped. His eyes closed, now they are a golden yellow color*

*A long shot of the neighborhood*

*A loud howl is heard*

(To be continued...)