It’s Fluffember! and almost a year since I posted my first fanfic!
Thanks to Whumptober, I’m not going to be able to complete this challenge (so worn) but I’m going to try do some (Aim of 4, one a week seems reasonable and more my pace). I’m setting myself the additional challenge of them being in the wereVirgil/transforming Tracy AU, because I’ve not written the AU for so long and it’s can be such a nice fluff AU.
So here is the first post. Starting at the start with Day 1 and some naughty young Tracy boys. Enjoy!
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Bedtime followed a set routine for Tracy boys, except for that one night of the month. Virgil had no choice in the matter, he would change at the rising of the full moon and no one could tell the werewolf to go to bed. The moon gave him an unnatural energy that he just had to run off and on the few occasions his father had tried to confine him to his room, it had only resulted in furniture getting damaged and broken. Virgil's wolf instincts couldn't be swept under a rug because he was human most of the time.
So bedtime during the full moon was non-existent for Virgil, which was fantastic to a young boy. He did get some sleep during the night but he was always exhausted the next day. Some days it was so bad that Dad allowed him to stay home ‘sick’. His brothers weren't always understanding about it, complaining that they never get to stay at home when they are ‘sick’. Especially Gordon, the king of trying to get out of school. They were also disgruntled that their bedtime never changed on a full moon. They still had to go to bed at the right and proper times. Virgil had mixed feelings about it. He loved playing with his brothers in wolf form, but he had to be so careful not to hurt them. He was so much stronger than them and he'd injured Scott and John a few times when he'd gotten overexcited. He'd learnt to hold back his strength by the time Gordon was old enough to play with him.
Not that bedtime stopped his brothers from joining him during the full moon. They would be punished if caught, normally no dessert and early to bed the next night. Though Virgil was certain that Grandma and Dad let his brothers get away with it on some occasions, the creative escape plans being the most successful. Each brother developed their own full moon bedtime routine.
Scott had started as an escape artist, creeping down the stairs or climbing out the window to join Virgil. There had been a few scraped knees and bruises from failed footing but as long as he didn’t make too much noise when he landed, Scott was normally successful. Once Scott had mastered his own transformation, he would just fly out the window to join Virgil. A set of clothes was always hidden somewhere for Scott to pull on once free. The location of the clothes changed frequently once Gordon got wind of Scott's scheme. Their younger brother would take or hide the clothes so Scott would have to bare all if he wanted to spend time with the werewolf. As much as Virgil loved his elder brother, he preferred it when Scott wore clothes.
John was the smart one. He quickly moved on from sneaking out while Dad was distracted, and would instead set an alarm for the early hours when he knew the adults were fast asleep. He would often just spend the night sitting with Virgil, throwing a ball if required. John particularly liked to join Virgil on nights when astronomical events clashed with the full moon. Sometimes the telescope would come with him. Other times, like for the odd meteorite shower, John would just sit and watch with Virgil curled up around him. Virgil knew his body would keep his little brother warm, despite the chill that hung in the air at that time of night.
Gordon was the one who got caught the most, but then he was the one who snuck out the most. Gordon and Virgil had a special bond, probably stemming from Gordon’s love of animals and his boundless energy that made it seem like it could keep up with his werewolf brother. There was a whole box of balls and toys which they would play with together, though they would also roughhouse in the grass or hay. Despite his strength, Gordon had never received more than a few scratches, bruises and bumps during these play fights, and this was no worse than what Gordon gave himself on a daily basis. His brother’s laughter would ring out, and Virgil was always certain that Dad and Grandma could hear it, but they were never disturbed. When Gordon started doing his early morning swim training he stopped staying up late on the full moon, and would instead get up an hour or so early and hang out with Virgil beforehand. It became a routine and meant some moons he got to spend time with each one of his brothers.
Alan turned out to be extremely good at sneaking out, his small body and softer footsteps making it easy for him to pass unnoticed. He, like Scott, would stay up late and spend time with Virgil at the start of the night, which often meant Scott was also with them. Alan never seemed to mind that he ever got much alone time with the werewolf, though there were moons that Scott deliberately didn’t visit so they could be alone. Alan’s sneaking out became easier when he started transforming. Despite how disgruntled he was that he became a small dog, it meant he could easily slip out the house as long as he kept his claws from scratching the wooden floors. Virgil enjoyed the fact that Alan was a canine like him, Scott’s and John’s claws were sharp and Gordon preferred to be in water and wet fur wasn’t something Virgil found pleasant, but Alan could run beside him. Even if he was slower, they could still run through the vegetation quicker than they could as humans, their paws would pound the dirt as they raced about and there was something heart-warming about having a brother almost like himself. Curling up together was one of the most comfortable things, and Virgil loved it. Even if he often had to carry a tired Alan back to bed, because as much as his brothers pushed their bedtime, they just didn’t have the energy to stay up like he did.
Another for the Transforming Tracy Series. This idea had to be done the minute Alan became a puppy. It also seems fitting that post this on his birthday too. Enjoy!
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The ginger cat was lying on the floor, snoozing in the sun. This was one of the things John loved the most about his cat form. He could relax for hours in the tropical sun without risk of sunburn. No sun cream, no lotions and no painful red burns. He loved the way it warmed his body. John stretched and rolled over, letting his other side feel the sun's rays. If he was forced down from Five, he might as well make the most of it.
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Alan was bored. There had been no rescues for two days and Gordon was in England with Penelope. He stretched as he headed to the lounge, the hours he'd spent gaming making his limbs stiff. He was hoping someone would be around to who could play with him. As Alan entered the lounge area he stopped, eyes falling on the ginger tom. The thought crossed his mind and he smiled to himself. He quietly crept away and back to his room. Alan pulled his clothes off and concentrated. His body transformed and he was a puppy. He'd hoped as he grew so would when he transformed, but Alan feared he always was going to be a small dog. It annoyed Alan, especially when he stood next to Virgil during the full moon, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Alan crept out of his room and down the stairs to the living room. As he approached, he slowed down and concentrated on each step. A quick look up confirmed the ginger tom was still there. Alan place his paws down on the pads, trying to keep his claws from hitting the wood. John may be asleep, but it didn't mean he couldn’t wake up. He stalked up behind the cat, his eyes fixed on the ginger furball. Alan stopped when he was within a meter of his brother, not daring to risk another step. Alan inhaled, held the breath in his throat, before letting it out in the loudest bark he could muster.
The reaction was instantaneous. The ginger cat flew into the air with a shriek, its fur standing on end. The howl made Alan step back, fully aware of John's cat claws. John landed on all fours, hair and tail still on end and hissed at Alan. Alan laughed, which came out as yapping. John raised his paw, claws gleaming ready to strike, instinct taking over his actions as adrenaline rushed through his veins.
Footsteps came running and Scott appeared behind John. Alan watched as Scott scooped up the hissing cat and attempted to settle it in his arms. The look Scott gave him quietened Alan's yaps and stilled his tail. Knowing he'd been caught, Alan settled his head on his paws and peered up at his brother, eyes begging for forgiveness. Scott had managed to flatten the ginger fur, though John was far from settled. The glare, and this cat could glare, that John gave him over Scott's arm gave Alan the shivers.
"Alan." Scott's voice was stern. "You shouldn't scare John like that."
Alan rolled his eyes. John was way too easy to startle. So much for cats having nine lives. Scott's eyes locked on his, only for the stare to be broken as John's claws sank into his sleeve.
"Argh! John! Claws!" Scott squawked.
John yowled at Scott, before climbing into his shoulder and jumping to the ground. The cat slowly strutted away, turning before he left the room to give Alan one last glare. That did it for Alan. He was up off the floor with a bark and ran after the cat. He was certain he could have caught up with John had Scott not wrapped his arms around his small body and picked him up.
"Woe there, sport. No chasing the cat."
Alan slumped in Scott's arms. He hates how easy it was for his brothers to pick him up. Alan felt Scott sigh. He held still as Scott rearranged him and carried him towards the study. Alan whined. He wanted to be human now, but there was nothing nearby to cover himself with.
"I was planning to catch up on paperwork today. And yes, there is always paperwork to catch up on. Though I'm not being hounded for it yet."
Scott carried Alan into the study and shifted Alan onto one arm. A twist of the head and Alan watched as Scott pulled open one of the drawers of a cabinet. It was full of dog toys and other dog related things. Alan watched as his brother pulled out a red collar and brought it up to his neck. He started to fuss, knowing too well that he couldn't transform back safely with it on. Scott held him tight and secured it with ease. Alan whined
"If you want to be a puppy you can do so properly, and not just to scare the life out of John!"
Scott released his grip allowing Alan to slip down onto the floor. He scratched at the collar knowing it wouldn't budge. He plonked himself down, annoyed that he had gotten himself into such a compromising situation. He lay there sulking.
A ball bounced in front of him. Alan ignored it. The ball bounced in front of him again. Alan raised his head. The ball bounced up and down again. Okay, the temptation was there. He prepared. The ball came down, hit the floor and Alan pounced. He snapped it out the air. He trotted a few steps, with it in his mouth, in triumph, then turned when he heard his brother chuckle. Scott was standing above him, face full of glee. It had been so long since Alan had seen his brother like this that he wagged his tail furiously. This only made Scott chuckle more.
“Come on, Alan. Let’s go for a walk.”
Scott headed out the room, a frisbee and tug-rope in hand. Alan bounded after him. Sure, it was a little annoying that he was being forced to stay a pup, but he wouldn’t miss time with Scott like this for the world.
