#werewolf!lance

[nmzuka]

little werewolf!Lance doodle I finally put some color to

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Day 6: Supernatural AU

Klance AU month- Keith and Lance have an easy relationship. Lance makes Keith supplied in blood and Keith makes sure Lance doesn't eat any cats once a month.

Ao3

Keith stared at the message left on his phone.

u still comin over 2nite?

Like he wouldn’t. He slowly typed out a confirmation, sending it out and instantly receiving another text with a million emojis consisting of thumbs up, smiley faces, and that stupid moon emoji.

He almost wished he could say no. Almost. He’s had this deal with Lance for almost a year and it’s been great. He gets a steady supply of blood and he just has to guard Lance once a month to make sure he doesn’t eat another neighborhood cat.

It’s just…

He gnawed on his lower lip, the points of his teeth nicking the skin and releasing blood. Lance’s blood. He fed from him the other day; he should still have the marks. It gave Keith a subtle thrill in his bones knowing that Lance still has his marks, letting the other vamps know he’s taken, protected.

…Aaaand that’s why he wished he could say no.

It was just supposed to be a business deal. A symbiotic relationship. He wasn’t supposed to develop feelings for the stupid wolf.

When he first started to realize his feelings he brought up another vamp that could possibly replace him but Lance instantly turned it down. Hard. His stupid, territorial, pack-minded wolf brain turning up the big, blue puppy dog eyes and whining, “I don’t want another vamp! I trust you, Keith! My wolf trusts you!”

He could never say no to the puppy eyes.

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He waited for Lance where they usually meet in the woods. A little clearing that offered enough room for the hiding of shed clothes and a werewolf transformation before he eventually ran off.

The sky was a soft lavender fading to a midnight blue, only an hour or two before the full moon should make an appearance. Small stars started winking into existence, the time only drawing nearer and still no Lance.

Before he could wonder too much about him he was tackled to the ground by a big, warm body.

“Keith!” Lance barked, excited. He wasn’t in a full transition, just hairier, bigger, and excitable like a puppy. Oh, and the tail.

Lance hopped around him in little jumps, tail thumping on the ground as he got into Keith’s space.

He had to huff out a laugh, hands coming up to card through Lance’s hair, much thicker than usual, calming the wolf some. The hopping stopped but the tail steadily beat against the ground as he leaned into the fingers scraping against his scalp.

It was so much different than when they first started helping each other. Lance was just newly turned and terrified of his capabilities, insisting to keep himself locked away for the entire night only causing distress to his new nature. Keith would stand outside the door while Lance’s wolf tore at the walls and howled like he was in pain.

Slowly, with Keith’s help, he became more comfortable learning how to keep control of himself and letting his wolf out. His wolf was definitely happier having the opportunity to run free and with Keith’s supernatural abilities he had no trouble keeping up with him.

Affection welled inside of him as Lance kept as close to him as possible, begging for attention and freely giving it. This way was so much better.

Lance toward over him, sighing happily as he wrapped his arms around Keith. Nosing his face into Keith’s neck his tail thumped harder. Keith could only hope that he didn’t hear how fast his heart was beating.

“After I wolf out I really need to talk to you,” Lance mumbled into his neck.

Keith kept an eye on how the stars popped out and the steady rise of the moon in the sky, absentmindedly petting Lance’s head. “About what?”

“To thank you. For being here. That I love you.”

Keith froze. Lance whined when the hands stopped petting him. “Keeeiiith.”

Out of habit, he started petting again. It almost felt like he was moving through molasses, even his heart beat slowly. “Yeah? You love me?”

Lance stepped away to look at him with his big, blue, puppy eyes, all too sincere and fond. “Yeah. And I’ll give you the entire list of reasoning why you should be my boyfriend after I wolf out because I’m running half on instinct and wolf-brain here. But you should be my boyfriend.”

Slowly, the moon reached her zenith, casting a silver glow on the earth. Lance ran to the edge of the clearing to strip down and stow his clothes before slowly wolfing out more, his eyes bright and almost glowing in the moonlight as he let his wolf take over. The transformation much more gentle and smooth than when he was first turned.

He yipped at Keith, bounding over to nuzzle his head, tall enough on all fours to easily bump his head with Keith’s. A quick lick to the face and he darted off, brown coat disappearing into the forest.

Shaking his head, cheeks hurting from grinning, he took off after him.

[jilliancares]

moonlit delusions

Summary: Lance realizes that Keith, his coffee shop rival, is onto the fact that he's a werewolf and has to try to throw him off his trail.

Word Count: 8k

no one would write me a werewolf!lance fic so I Did It Myself >:(

read it here on ao3!!

[a-dakhtar]

1. Hi! I love your werewolf Lance au and it inspired me to write my own. And I wanted to focus on how difficult it actually is to be a werewolf in space and how he can't exactly shift in space. And then I remembered how in season 3 of Teen Wolf Cora was kidnapped and unable to shift for such a prolonged period of time that when she was able to shift during a full moon, she went rogue and became uncontrollable and wasn't able to differentiate between friend or foe.

2. ‎And now all I can think about is the paladins landing on a planet with a moon and Lance Knows what's gonna happen. For most, and especially new wolves, it is when they are uncontrollable and hard to handle and it takes them several full moons to be able to control themselves without the risk of hurting others. Now you throw in a wolf who hasn't shifted in a while along with a full moon and you got Chaos. So Lance locks himself inside of Red because he knows he'd be safely guarded in there.

me, ugly sobbing: this is the greatest thing i’ve ever reaheheeeaaaaaaaddd ;a;

god, i love the idea of him locking himself in Red! As the fastest and most temperamental of the lions, she’d probably understand best. She’d refuse to let even Keith in, and the others would be freaked about it!

How long would it last? What would Lance be doing in Red? How will he snap out of it? Will he tell the others what happened? Or keep quiet? How does Blue react to all of this? Coran?!??!?!?! HUNK?!?!?!??

Tell me more, friend. 

[bleucheesy]

Can ya write some bitten werewolf!lance?

Well, I can certainly try!

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Lance scratched at his arm, the wound itching beneath its bandages and the sleeve of his hooded sweatshirt. It was probably infected. Had to be. After all, he’d been bitten weeks ago while taking out the trash at work. He hadn’t even seen the dog coming or heard it growl or anything. He just remembered the wind being knocked out of him as he fell - was pushed - face first into the pavement of the alley behind the restaurant.

Thankfully, his nose wasn’t broken. Just a little bloody. In fact, he’d managed to get out with only the bite on his arm. A pretty nasty-looking one, but nothing that needed stitches, he figured. Which was good. Because part-time server positions didn’t exactly boast insurance, especially when the boss was paying you under the table.

But he had money in his pocket and food in his belly after yet another successful shift. This one involving significantly less encounters of the furry and vicious kind.

And possibly rabid.

Could he have rabies? What were the symptoms in humans? Did it cause the bite to itch and burn uncontrollably even weeks later? He’d been keeping it clean, tending to it. Heck, it had even started to look better. So, why?

Just above, the heavy cloud cover cleared, illuminating the dark street. He glanced up. It was a full moon. 

Normally, he enjoyed charting the phases and stargazing in general. But for some reason, the sight of the nearly perfectly round pearl orb in the sky only caused him pain.

He hissed and gripped his arm. It felt like it was on fire. And, on top of that, his head had started to pound. It throbbed in time with his heartbeat, which was rapidly accelerating.

Lance fell to his knees, regretting not listening to his roommate when he’d told him to visit one of the late night clinics after he’d come home bloody. Goodness knew what he’d contracted.

Still, just as the pain became excruciating, footsteps echoed through his head and a voice, soft and velvety, stood out, practically caressing his ears.

“So, there you are,” a man said, the tenor of his speech soothing. For the moment, at least. “I’m glad I found you before your first shift.”

And then, Lance couldn’t hear a thing. Everything had gone white as his entire body was swallowed in blinding heat.

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Wow, yeah, um, maybe? (I’ve mostly written vampires, so please excuse my newbie attempt at werewolves) I do hope you liked it, though!

Special shout out to Jes for helping me decide at what point to write bitten Lance~♥

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haha its december

[musicanddancingthroughlife]

Feed, Pt. 2

Lance woke up feeling cotton-headed and bleary-eyed. No matter how hard he tried to focus, he couldn’t remember anything since meeting the two gorgeous vampires. Sure, they’d been starving, but he had been in a similar situation and he was totally willing to be their last meal, if needed. He’d even made sure his friends were safe before he headed the hunters off. He’d been hoping when he headed towards the woods that he would get the chance to hunt, but the hunters had been faster than expected. Forcing him to constantly move was very effective in starving him out, and the church had really been a last-ditch effort. It was an old one, primarily used by witches from the town, but the magic was old. The witches had been driven out months before. It was honestly a miracle Lance and his friends had lasted as long as they had. He figured if he was gonna die, he could at least die well-rested. And dry. It smelled like rain was coming.

 But the real question was… Why wasn’t Lance dead? After feeding those vampires, he was as good as. And… where were his clothes? No way it was a full moon already… right? Or had he really lost that much track of time while starving? He caught a scent, somehow still incredibly delicious though thoroughly dead, and he tried to scramble to his feet, but it seemed he still lacked the strength to do so. One of the vampires from earlier moved to catch him, the scent creating a beautiful sunburst of light in his mind, reminding him of hunts with his pack, fun-filled afternoons with his friends, happy childhood memories. Lance whimpered.

 The other vampire came to his other side, working with his friend to help Lance to a nearby pew. “Shhh, shh. You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re fed.” A questioning growl slipped through Lance’s throat, and he cringed, regretful that he couldn’t seem to form real words and had to resort to such primal ways of communication, but they didn’t seem offended.

 Instead, the first vampire tossed his head, aiming to get his white floof of hair out of his face, and chuckled quietly. “Promise, you’re just fine. I just think we gave you a little too much to eat, sorry about that.” The other moved to push him back so he was laying on the bench as he continued, “You were just so generous, letting us feed from you, and there are hunters around and we couldn’t just leave you to starve or get caught, so we took you to the woods with us—”

 “Hunting animals is a lot harder than I thought it would be, but we managed okay between the two of us.” This shorter, younger vampire (and he was younger, Lance’s head was clearing a little now and he could tell from his scent) sounded irritated, but he also looked amused, so. Lance was just gonna go with amused for now.

 “Right, and we hunted for you and you were too weak to do much at first, but as soon as you smelled the fresh blood, I think, you transformed—”

 “Does transforming hurt, by the way? Because it looked like it hurt.” Lance thought he smelled nervousness coming off of this vamp, but the floof guy settled a large hand on his shoulder and he calmed almost instantly.

 “You transformed and kinda went crazy on the deer we caught. And we didn’t know how much was too much, or even if it was okay to try and stop you, so you might have gorged yourself and then passed out, so we just brought you back here and waited for you to slip back into this form…” And here he hesitated, but his partner had no qualms.

 “You do know the full moon was four days ago, right?”

 And damn it, because if that was true, then Lance was in trouble. He leapt up from the pew, but Shiro and Keith caught him in an ironclad hold before he could run out of the church and probably to his death. “Guys, guys, I was supposed to meet my friends ages ago, you gotta let me go!” But he knew he was struggling in vain. The vampires had had more time to settle and regain their strength, and from the sounds of it, Lance had had a couple of forced transformations.

 The younger simply looked at him. “Nah, I think we’d rather have an explanation, actually.”

 His friend nodded. “And then we’ll go with you to find your friends, if you want.”

 And it was funny, when Lance looked at them, he thought he saw a weird gleam in their eyes, but he convinced himself he must’ve been imagining it. Instead, he slumped in their hold and they eased him back to the bench, settling him in between them.

 “If what you said is true,” Lance said after a short pause, “then that first transformation was a delayed one. Would’ve taken more out of me. And yes, absolutely would’ve hurt. Like hell. Kinda glad I don’t remember that part.” One of the vampires growled, but Lance just continued. The sooner he finished this, the sooner he could take off. He hummed thoughtfully. “I was starving… Probably didn’t have the energy to shift. Part of that might have been me, actually… I don’t like shifting without eating first, makes it harder to control the wolf when it’s hungry. But I was almost definitely too weak to transform. Hmmm… And then smelling the blood… The wolf probably just got too desperate, so I transformed to go for the food. Previous starvation, plus a forced shift, plus all that food at once… No wonder I passed out, honestly. How long did it take me to transform back?”

 He glanced up at the vampires, surprised to see they  looked so upset with him. But the older answered. “About twelve hours?”

 “Ya, that sounds about right.” Lance cautiously moved to stretch out his arms in front of him, then lifted his legs parallel to the floor and stretched them out, too. The vampires were staring, but he didn’t pay them any mind. “Well, my body seems to be in working order. I should probably be heading out. My pack and friends will be wondering about me.”

 But when he stood, the vampires stood, too. Lance frowned. “Um. Guys? I said I’m good. I appreciate what you did for me, really, but I need to go. And I’m sure you have better things to do than just follow me around, so—”

 “What are you talking about?! You saved our lives!” Lance didn’t know what to say to that. Why did this guy seem so angry right now?

 “Well, I mean. Ya, I did, but you saved mine? So aren’t we even?”

 The older vampire gave him a fond look. “Of course not. You saved both of us. That’s two. We only saved you once.” Lance stared at him in disbelief. “Vampires take debts very seriously.” And how the hell did he say that with a straight face???

 Lance snorted. “I actually know for a fact that’s not a thing about your species.” They both gave him sheepish looks, but they still seemed very determined, so Lance shrugged. “But maybe it’s a thing for you two, so whatever. So long as you can keep up, I guess.”

 He swung his arms, stretching his limbs as he approached the large church doors. “You ready for this? Those hunters will be closing in soon, we might have to break their ranks, so you better be ready.” The bright grin he shot them caused their hearts to melt, and they moved quickly to join him, stopping him only to introduce themselves properly before they made their break for freedom.

 The older put his hand on Lance’s arm, squeezing lightly. “My name’s Shiro. This is Keith. What’s your name?”

 Lance turned back briefly, shooting them a look full of promise and mischief. “Lance.”

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It was warm.

The soft, well-worn sheets cocooning him held the warmth of his body that now held him in a comforting embrace. Burying his face in the pillow he inhaled the smell of clean laundry, missing the usual scent of musk and mint. He groped his hand under the covers to find the soft t-shirt, bringing it to his nose and the familiar smell filling his chest with even more gooey warmth. It was a pity to leave such a nice bed but he really did miss sleeping next to his heater of a boyfriend. When he was there he didn’t have to worry about leaving the warmth as much as it pulling him back in and laying on top of him.

‘Lance, don’t make me say your full name,’ Keith would threaten, squirming in his boyfriend’s grasp.

‘That only works on me once a month, babe,’ he replied, chuckling.

Whatever he missed his boyfriend.

Getting up Keith stretched, tamping down a shudder, as he grabbed the marker off the table to check off the previous day’s square, circling the dark circle in the corner for the current day. About six days until their shared statistics test and thirteen before their dinner with Hunk and Shay. Three more months and three more circled moons before the end of the semester and he could finally meet Lance’s family.

Pulling over a sweatshirt, not bothering with actual pants, he grabbed Lance’s keys and took his beat-up blue car to make the thirty-minute drive to the storage unit they rented out.

The sun’s rays didn’t even kiss the sky yet. Still a dark navy blue dotted with stars. Lance always told him to come when it was light out--it would be a lesser chance of being hurt-- but Keith felt more comforted this way. He catches the tail end of the transformation and could right away come in and hold him in his arms, instead of Lance waiting for him hours later.

Lance was always worried he would hurt him but how else could Keith show him that he trusted him?

He pulled off to park on the street and walked to their designated storage unit. The entire plot eerily quiet as his steps echoed on the concrete.

He unlocked the unit and scrolled the metal door up, up, up to check up on his werewolf boyfriend and possibly go back to the car to finish his book while he waited for the transformation--

An icy, cold drop of fear dropped down into his stomach, rippling out and making him shiver as he took in the sight of broken chains and a broken wall. Licking his lips, he tried to remain calm and tried to think of places in a semi-abandoned area that a feral werewolf still high on the full moon would go. 

Lance always told him in his beast form he would revert back to natural instincts and search out things that were familiar. Yet their shared covers were still in a rumpled bed on the floor of the unit. Were the scents not strong enough? Did Lance try to find his way back to find him?

Keith’s mouth firmed into a tight line. He needed to find him before anyone else did. He reached up to close the door when a warm huff of air blew his hair from the nape of his neck.

Turning around was Lance in his werewolf form. An enormous wolf who’s snout reached his shoulders on all fours. A laughing smile replaced with a sharp-toothed snarl and a bad attitude. His coat a rich, silky-soft looking chestnut brown that he wanted to run his fingers through without the fear of them being chomped off were raised in defense. The only familiar-- human-- thing about him were his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes that were blown wide and frantically looking from him to the flimsy bunker. Confused, angry, and hungry. 

‘My Ma always said there were three types of werewolves,’ Lance mused, playing with their laced hands. ‘Cursed, blessed, and born.’

Hot breath wafted over his face, blowing back his bangs with the slightly metallic smell of blood.

‘I was cursed,’ he confessed softly. ‘Bitten when I was out late playing, ‘bout five or so. It was very bad. Not a neat bite. Very bloody.’

Lance barked at him. A loud jarring sound that made him take a half a step back. Lance narrowed in on the action, eyes slitting in the perverse thrill of fleeing prey. At closer inspection, Keith could see traces of blood around his muzzle.

‘When I fully turned I was really feral. I couldn’t be controlled, like, at all. But!’ Lance chirped cheerfully, free hand waving a finger in the air like some know-it-all professor. ‘Mi Mamá had a secret weapon.’

Lance barked again, teeth snapping and sharp, hindquarters leaning back to ready himself for an attack. The werewolf growled, drool dropping off his jaw front paws lurching forw--

“Leandro Alejandro Núñez Cuesta Espinosa!”

Lance tilted his head towards him, foreheads touching. His bright smile and bright eyes taking up the entirety of Keith’s world. ‘She would always say my full name.’

Fur started dripping off of him in clumps. Chestnut fur revealing a deeper shade of brown, claws elongating to piano fingers. His muzzle shrinking and shedding fur until it littered the concrete. Growling turning into stifled screams of pain as Lance’s wolf features were forcibly turned human.

Keith ended up falling backward on the ground with an armful of his naked boyfriend on his lap, whimpering in pain as the forced change stretched and crushed his bones and muscle. Stiffening as the residual pain flared its way down his spine, gasping into the crook of Keith’s neck.

Keith hugged his boyfriend close, warm palms rubbing up and down his shuddering muscles whispering his name over and over again.