#werewolf!ethan

[petesbunnycustom]

Ethan entering his emo era after becoming a werewolf

[websterss]

#𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟!𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 + 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞!𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧

[serpentwithsomeink]

Random AU oneshot

Mia clutched her throbbing shoulder as she ran through the forest, doing everything in her power to speed up her healing and not create a bloody trail leading back to her mansion filled with fellow vampires like her. She ran further and further, ending up in a dead end.

She turned back to the group of hunters and stared at them with burning red eyes and a scowl. "Awww little vampire all alone huh?" The leader of the group teased, chuckling a bit at her predicament.

Mia snarled at that statement. "You cheater, if you hadn't chucked some holy water at me... i'd kill you all and suck the blood out of you lot by now!"

"I'm just trying to even out the playing field dear, it's not fair if you have all your vampiric abilities now is it?" He teased once more, boy was this shithead really testing her patience.

"Oh please you have a whole-ass group of fellow hunters, how is cutting my power at half fair?!" The bastard laughed. "It just makes things easier for us, makes it easier to hunt and kill you."

The vampire rolled her eyes at that, all these hunters and their cheap tricks.

Suddenly, her senses flared up at another presence in the area. She smiled as she knew who or what this presence was already, practically becoming cocky. She broke into small laughter which confused and pissed off the leader a bit.

“What’s so funny?”

Her laughter ceased, the smile still on her face. “Oh nothing, just a habit of mine.”

He glared at the woman, and aimed his crossbow at her. “Well little lady, I’m afraid that’s the last time you’ll ever laugh.”

Her grin grew ever so slightly. “Do it, I fucking dare you. I assure you you’ll regret it.”

“I highly doubt it, but oh well... goodbye you pitiful bitch.”

He pulled the trigger, the stake flying through the air going for her heart. But out of nowhere something jumped from the trees and went in front of the vampire.

A adult male stood in front of them, holding the stake in his fist. The hunter leader and his group stepped back in surprise. The bitch had a companion?! The other hunters never mentioned him before!

“Call my wife a pitiful bitch again and I will stab you in the throat and tear out your vocal cords.”

“So the vampire decided to call her boyfriend, how adorable.” The hunter hissed.

“Husband actually, but you were close.”

The hunter leader turned to his companions and gave a nod, they all pulled out their weapons and readied them.

Ethan gave his wife a healing bottle, which she graciously took and poured all over her shoulder. “Thank you dear.” Mia stepped to his side and pulled out her family-heirloom shotgun, while Ethan began to growl loudly.

“It’s showtime.”

Ethan opened the zipper of his jacket, suddenly going to all fours, bones and flesh cracked and squelched, rearranging themselves into more beast-like proportions.

The leader looked to his squad and yelled out to them. “Well don’t just stand there! Kill them!” Mia hissed and sprouted bat-wings to shield them both from the arrows, knives and bullets being thrown at them.

Meanwhile, Blonde fur sprouted out of Ethan’s skin, while his ears went to the top of his head becoming more pointy and hairy. A snout popping out of his face, while claws forced themselves out of his hands and feet. Once the transformation was complete, Mia tucked her wings back and Ethan howled to the skies. Now Looking at the group with glowing black and blue eyes filled with fury.

He pounced over to them, punching, clawing and chomping away other hunters to bits while Mia who swapped her weapon was shooting down the rest with dual revolvers. It was a bloodbath, organs and blood decorating the forest floor from their brutal onslaught. 

It left only the leader standing there, terrified out of their mind at what they had just witnessed. He stumbled back crawling backwards till he was pinned at the cliff side.

“W-wait! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything I did earlier! Please don’t kill me!”

The now 8-feet tall wolfman scoffed at that whilst his wife rolled her eyes again. 

“Well hon? Will you do the honors?” Ethan turned to his wife and gave her a small smile.

She grinned, showing her sharp fangs that glistened in the light. “With pleasure.” 

All that was heard that night, were the screams of a man foolish enough to enter the forest for his own desires.

[morganweir]

werewolf!ethan morgan

happens after blue moon events 

sarah drank the potion (didn’t work because it’s a different type of curse, which, oof)

ethan can’t hang out with the vampires for a while because his control isn’t good 

benny and evelyn have to do their best to cobble together a werewolf training program 

david is still ethan’s friend because no matter what, david stachowski didn’t get a cure and i think he should have become a part of the group anyway 

but anyway, david doesn’t really know who turned him into a weredog, and he doesn’t have a pack, so a few vampires, some spellcasters and a seer-come-magic-werewolf is better than the nothing he had before 

he also doesn’t have a super great homelife, so the relationship he has with samantha and ross is really wholesome, but this post isn’t about my david stachowski headcanons (someone doesn’t throw themself into because the captain of (i don’t know? all of them?) any sports team he can for nothing 

anyway werewolf!ethan kinda clings to benny because he’s the familiar he can have, being as he’s terrified of hurting his very human family - or them finding out - and rory, erica and sarah are all right out, seeing as he can’t really stand to be in the same room as a vampire right now 

he misses rory a lot but he can’t think about him too much because then he gets ??angry?? for reasons that he doesn’t really understand but are apparently Wolf Related. it takes him like six weeks to get things under wraps with the help of the weirs, and then he starts hanging out with the vamps again 

he doesn’t really have a crush on sarah anymore? he likes her and all, and she’s his friend, but he can’t really be alone with her at all. he needs benny to be around, like, all the time. for comfort reasons, but also because he just. wants him there. 

it’s a wolf thing. 

right? 

with some unseen details for @joenas

[noncanonfan]

In an attempt to protect MG, Ethan accidentally triggers his werewolf curse.

Updated this here Methan fic. Would love if you gave it a read

[normakuhlings]

Warm | Bloodletting

Nosdecember day 11 | @neworleansspecial

Occult!Au; Connor’s trauma makes him feel cold and alone, but Ethan is there to help him through it

CW: abuse mention, murder mention, ptsd

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Ethan would like to say that the screaming surprised him when it woke him from a dead sleep. That would be a lie though, since it had become an almost nightly feat as of late. So when he sat up upon hearing the muffled sobs and sound of shuffling across the dark cabin, he thought it would be like any other evening. That was until he heard the door slam shut, preceding a loud boom of thunder.

That was what had him on his feet, sliding on his slippers and rushing into the hallway in seconds. Will had emerged from his resting place on his old futon too, hair disheveled from sleep and looking at Ethan blearily.

“Did he..?”

“Yeah,” Ethan sighed, “I think he did.”

“Do you want me to go look for him?” The youngest werewolf looked exhausted, having been hunting all afternoon for the pack and for the vampires too. He was still wary around Ava and Estia but he supposed this agreement wasn’t too bad. At least if he was providing them with animal blood then it meant no wandering humans were at risk. Still, he wasn’t used to so much activity and hadn’t completely adjusted to the act of changing forms comfortably. Needless to say, the last thing Will wanted to do was go running after an upset Connor at midnight.

“No, I’ve got him,” Ethan shook his head and was already tugging on his boots, “He’ll be upset.”

Before Will could press the matter any more, Ethan had already slipped out into the storm. He didn’t bring an umbrella, though he did have the forethought to tuck Connor’s jacket under his arm since the other hadn’t bothered. He wasn’t sure which direction Connor had gone in and the rain interferes with his scent, so Ethan just started walking.

This was, unfortunately, more common as of late. Connor continued to have nightmares about his mother, ones he told Ethan about one night before Will had joined him. His mind often ran through the events of her murder, making him relive the trauma from his teenaged years every night. After his father’s death, at the hands of Connor himself, the nightmares got worse. He barely slept anymore and when he did he almost always woke up screaming.

Connor’s main issue was his coping mechanisms, or lack thereof. Ethan knew his dad had been abusive and would frequently punish Connor for showing any weakness. He knew that he grew up emotionally stunted, used to hiding his feelings and pushing everything down. Cornelius wanted a soldier, a strong heir to the clan; he didn’t have time for a soft son. It didn’t do Connor any good, especially not now.

He didn’t know how to cope, didn’t know how to express his emotions. He never had the chance to properly grieve for his mother and had to make the regretful decision to kill his own father. That was a series of events that would haunt the werewolf for the rest of his immortal life. It made Ethan worry.

Luckily it didn’t take too much walking before he spotted his friend. Connor was crouched on the ground by the riverbank, head in his hands. He wasn’t crying, not audibly, but Ethan could see his shoulders shaking. He was probably freezing, even though lycanthropy made their body temperatures run higher than normal; being out in a rainstorm shirtless is good for no one.

“Connor?”

“I’m fine, Ethan,” his mumbled reply sounded so dejected that it confirmed he was, in fact, not fine. Ethan didn’t say anything though, just came closer and wrapped his coat around Connor’s shoulders.

“You’ll catch your death out here.”

“That’s so dramatic,” Ethan could have swore he heard the eye roll from Connor, “I’ll live, unfortunately.”

“Hey, don’t,” Ethan didn’t like the sound of that. He knew they all had trauma and bad memories to work through, this wasn’t news. Yeah, life as a tiny pack of werewolves wasn’t easy and immortality was the opposite of comfortable. Still, Ethan wouldn’t let one of his pack suffer, especially not with whatever war was going on in Connor’s mind.

Somehow he managed to drag Connor to his feet, wincing at how bloodshot his golden eyes were. Connor hated appearing weak, immediately tried to shy away from him, but Ethan persisted. He wasn’t used to comfort, didn’t remember what it was like to be consoled or cared for. Even still, it didn’t take long before Ethan had coaxed Connor into a hug.

That was the breaking point, the moment where his façade shattered and the scared, abused boy came back to the surface. He hated this, hated that he so easily broke down, but it was what he really needed. Ethan just stood there, holding Connor as he sobbed into his shoulder. His whispered reassurances were barely audible over the rumbling thunder and the river beside them, but it was okay. Connor was just grateful to have him there, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

They stood like that for a while, until Connor’s arms had officially went numb. His tears did stop, save for some poorly stifled sniffles and sound that could only be classified as a whimper. It hurt Ethan to see him like this, the strong and ever confident man he had grown to admire since they met breaking down. He was broken, traumatized, and all Ethan could do was watch as his brain forced him to relive the worst parts of his life.

“You’re safe, Connor,” Ethan promised, “I’ve got you.”

“He-“

“I know. I’m sorry.”

The other man pulled back enough to meet his eyes and the pain that crossed his face was immense, “I- I don’t want to be a... a monster.”

“Hey,” warm hands found Connor’s cheeks, brushing away the tears and forcing eye contact, “You’re not a monster. You aren’t him.”

“But...” Connor exhaled shakily, “I- he said...”

“He was a liar and he hurt you. What happened was bad but you did what you thought was right. You probably saved a lot of lives that day, Connor, including your own. The fact that you even feel guilt for this means you aren’t a monster.”

“P-promise?”

Ethan nodded immediately, not giving him a chance to doubt his words. That alone helped Connor visibly relax, though he still looked like he wanted to run away and never stop.

“Let’s go home, okay?”

Connor wanted to protest, not wanting Will to see him like this. He wanted to keep some of his dignity, leave some semblance of his pride intact. Still, he was cold and so tired. He just wanted to sleep, though he knew the second he surrendered to the exhaustion that the dreams would be back.

“Tired...”

“I know,” Ethan agreed as he led him back down the forest path. He kept an arm around Connor’s waist, giving him a sense of stability because he knew everything was too much at that point. They walked in silence, both soaked from the rain and chilled to the bone. Ethan would light a fire when they got back, he promised, then Connor could rest.

Will wasn’t awake when they returned, knowing better than to pester Connor after a panic attack. While the other wolf trusted him, he didn’t like to show weakness around their newest friend and Will understood that. Their bond could strengthen eventually and maybe then Connor would let himself be more vulnerable, until then he could just let Ethan keep him safe.

It took a bit of coaxing to get Connor to sit down on the couch. He wanted to retreat to his room but Ethan wouldn’t let him, citing that he would only get sick if he went to bed so cold. So Connor ended up bundled in a blanket, looking rather poorly as he watched the other light the small wood stove across the room.

Maybe it was the warmth of the room when the fire started up. Maybe it was the exhaustion from his panic. Perhaps it was all of those things, plus the way Ethan sat down beside him and opened his arms without a word. Whatever the cause, Connor let himself lean into the comfort. No words to be had, that would be too embarrassing, they just sat in the silence.

The warmth was comforting, something that had been majorly missing from his life for years. It was weird but not in a bad way. For the first time, Connor felt safe, wrapped in a soft blanket and with his head on Ethan’s shoulder. Ethan didn’t mention it, just ran a hand up and down his arm in a soothing motion. Connor couldn’t help but melt into the touch because it was the most genuine affection he had felt in years. Even if he couldn’t express it properly, he was so grateful for this moment.

Ethan made him feel safe, cared for. He never judged him and he was always so patient. The way he logically navigated every situation and knew how to keep him calm was something Connor would forever admire. That was when Connor realized that just as much as he had saved Ethan when he first got turned, the other wolf had begun to save him too.

[morganweir]

what abt a werewolf!ethan fic !!!!

Okay so I totally have a werewolf!ethan fic in the works (find some deets here), but it’s so much longer than I could include in an ask. I’m currently ballparking it at 8-12k? So look forward to that soonish!

[normakuhlings]

Bloodletting | Werewolf!Ethan

I did not ask for this life or this family; but God knows I won’t let them down now