title: truth
summary: scott shows you his true form
words: 548
warnings: n/a
It had taken Scott about two years of friendship and almost a year of dating him before he revealed his big secret. He hadn’t done so in a very conventional way, of course. In the midst of his anxiety, he had nearly set his apartment on fire and burned the dinner he had attempted to make. More or less, the night hadn’t been one either of them liked to think about.
Scott’s poor floors were evidence of that poor night.
It had been another six months before she finally buckled into her big girl seat and asked to really see him. Not in his beta-form, as she’d seen those eyes and fangs too many times to count. She wanted to see him. The true him.
It was clear that he was apprehensive at first. While, yes, he had full control over himself now, that didn’t mean he was ready to show his girlfriend something that could potentially ruin what they had.
When he finally expressed his fears in words, she was quick to reassure him.
“Scott,” she began, cradling his face between her hands with tender fondness. “I love you.” She smiled and brushed his hair from his eyes. “That means I love every single part of you. From the way your nose crinkles when you smell Stiles’ cooking, how your eyes glow sometimes and especially how much you love your friends.”
Scott watched with dark eyes, his heart crying with love for the girl holding him.
“I want to see all of you though.”
Silence settled between them as she gave him time to think, well-aware of what she was asking him. She may never be in his position, but she knew this wasn’t easy for him.
Scott released a deep sigh as he made his decision. He brushed his fingers through her hair, eyes gentle pools of chocolate. “Okay.”
Her breath caught — he’d actually said yes.
Scott placed his palms flat against the wooden floor, head bent and back arched. Nothing happened for a moment, just her anticipation electrifying the air.
As if someone had flipped a switch, a terrifying crack broke through the air and was quickly followed by a dozen more as Scott’s body contorted and changed. His nose lengthened into a snout, caramel fur sprouted from every inch of his body and a harsh snarl ripped through the apartment.
It was only a few seconds more until a huge wolf stood in front of her.
The two stared at one another, only Scott’s previous brown had burned into a fierce amber.
Scott suddenly rumbled a high-pitched whine.
She couldn’t help but jump at the sound, but it was easy to see the wolf before her was still her boyfriend. He watched her with the same, gentle gaze that she fell in love with more and more everyday.
She smiled and whispered, “You’re beautiful”.
If a wolf could smile, Scott totally had then. His eyes brightened and he practically leaped into her lap with a soft yip. His fur was soft as she traced her fingers through it, reminding her strangely of his own hair.
While, no, Scott would never be the most conventional boyfriend ever, she didn’t care.
How could she when he was both literally and figuratively a cuddly puppy?
