Thinking about werewolf!reader who started scenting the team in subtle ways but maybe gets bolder/more desperate over time the more they get attached to them.
The team was a bit sceptical at first, werewolves were useful in many situations, but they required accommodations. Quarters were the easy part, but they were told to prepare for some physical contact, since a werewolf needed to scent them, accept them as a temporary pack.
Of course they didn't show it, but they were tense, when the chopper landed and you jumped out. You know, you didn't look like a werewolf. It was funny how people still thought werewolves would look a certain way in their human form. You didn't. You looked sweet and happy, waving a hand, excitement in your eyes and a bounce in your step.
"Hi, hello, uhm, damn, y'all are bigger than I expected" was the first thing that escaped your lips and you blushed. "Sorry. I'm Fangs, reporting for duty!"
Of course, Soap immediately liked you and didn't mind when you stepped closer to memorize his scent. Warm, fresh, a bit spicy, always a hint of chemicals and explosives.
Gaz was next, a bit weary since he had a run in with a werewolf once on a mission, but you looked nothing like the beast from back then, so he leaned down to let you take a deep breath. You didn't tell him that you smelled Soap on him, but now you knew where the spicy tones came from. Gaz had a bit more sweetness, earthy, roasted nuts, gunpowder and honey.
Ghost just stared. Didn't move, didn't make it easy for you, so instead of sniffing his neck, you grabbed his hand, shoved the glove up a bit, before he could pull away. Now, this was interesting. You smelled Soap and Gaz and metal, something smokey, herbal, vanilla and musk. You knew they were all human, but they smelled like a pack. Scents shared and mixing. Of course, some scents mixed by proxy, especially on missions, but the way the different notes lingered spoke of physical touch, like family, like... Lovers?
You wouldn't judge, never. But human relationships were complicated, and humans didn't always understand pack relationships. You tried not to show your inner conflict between hope and insecurity. Hope for a real pack, but the risk of disturbing their bonds. But this was just the first impression, surely it would become more clear over the next days.
Last one was Price, and the way he scrunched his nose in a smile and bowed down showed you, this wasn't his first encounter with a wolf. And again, you found the other three present in his scent, already familiar with the smoke and vanilla that clung to the others.
"Thank you. Please don't hesitate to ask if you have questions, and let me know if I overstep. As you might have seen in my file, I was born, not turned, so I don't always understand human boundaries. I will need to scent you from time to time, so my wolf side knows you as pack, even if this is just temporary. It doesn't have to be more than that, it's just... Like a team tag. So I won't mistake you for an enemy." You smiled and very deliberately showed your pointy fangs, visible even in human form.
You already knew that you needed to be careful with them, your instincts telling you that this pack could be more than just a work thing. But humans were different, you would have to gain their trust and friendship.
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Sooo... would you like more? Let me know. I don't have a plan, as usual, so don't hold back if you have ideas.
Vampire!ghost who gets so fucking cold because his body doesnt regulate heat properly unless hes actively feeding, right?
Thank god that hes got you, then. A werewolf that is basically a human space heater. Ur more than willing to drape over the lieutenant at any moment, scenting against his neck and chest.
Mostly he just has you lean against his side, either in the mess or during meetings bc for some reason admin loves to keep those places freezing. Ghost gives you the occasion head pats or ear scritch as thanks, the small gesture enough to get ur tail wagging like hell.
But during the colder months, when snow blankets the entire base, its almost guaranteed ghost will grab u from whatever ur doing and drag you to his room. This is your favourite time, because he lets you crawl all over him and and rub ur face against him as much as you want.
Once ur satisfied, you plop down on simons chest, two more blankets pulled over both of you, and fall asleep to him petting ur hair. You get an amazing cuddle buddy, and ghost can actually sleep without feeling cold.
Summary: Once a wolf with too much human in her eyes, you lose your freedom and your voice, mistaken for something feral and left to wait in a shelter where no one chooses you. Until two women do and slowly, carefully, teach you that safety can feel like soft hands, quiet rooms, and being wanted exactly as you are.
word count: 1.6K
Warnings: Past trauma, implied capture/violence, animal shelter/pound setting, involuntary loss of autonomy, feral/animalistic POV, food insecurity, fear responses (growling/snapping), hurt/comfort, found family, consent-focused touch, slow burn healing
Authors note: Here is part one of a highly anticipated series by you guys. Thank you for all the support in this before I even wrote any of it!
The white cloud came spewing out your mouth. Your teeth chomp together to let out a low threatening growl as a few men surround you. It's your last taste of freedom; it's something you feel in your bones. A sharp sting to your thigh. The world tilts and a growl dies in your throat.
“Its going to be okay, big girl. You're safe now.” That was the last thing you heard before it went dark.
You don't know just how long you'd been in the pound, but it was long enough that many people passed you by. Meals of kibble that you didn't remember the thrill of the hunt or the smell of blood. You stay curled up in the corner. A cot for a bed, a bowl for water, and a singular toy. You noticed the dog across you had one. They all must.
Different employees would sit with you, trying to comfort you in different ways. They'd try to get you to be more friendly, but you'd growl when they'd get too close. You wouldn't eat the treats they tried to give you. Eventually they stop.
At the front of the shelter you hear the bell of the front door. You were used to the noise. Your ears perked on instinct, flicking towards it. It didn't matter though. None of it did. This is just another day that you wouldn't be picked. Just like all the others.
“We have dogs of various breeds, different sizes, and different needs based on what you've told us of your work, house, and the extra details of preferably a bigger breed as use of a guard dog we have a few options.” You hear the voice of an employee, a young girl. You hear the page flip on the clipboard, “We have Roxie a German Shepard she came to us last week and is up to date on shots, there's Duke a Pit Bull Terrier also up to date on shots and has an amazing temperament, and lastly there's Ford a Black Mouth Cur mix…” she carried on as they passed your cage and then,
“Who's this? Why wasn't she on the list?” an unfamiliar voice asks.
You look up lazily to see a brunette looking at you curiously, she smells of cherry blossoms and green tea.
“Oh well this is Shaggydog. One of our younger employees said she looked like one of the Direwolves from Game of Thrones. We believe she's a wolf dog, but she's got a bit of a temperament issue and doesn't let any of us near her. So we don't have her on the adoption list currently.”
The brunette crouched down to look at you. You look at her and she looks into your eyes.
“Her eyes are beautiful. They almost seem human.” She mentioned and you perk up.
‘She sees me!’ You get up from your spot, slowly padding to the front of your cage, sniffing cautiously. You pick up the scent of the redhead mint and metal.
The brunette's hand reaches out slowly, trying to let you decide if you want her or not.
You do.
You press your head into her hand. A soft gasp coming out of the employee. “She's never done that.”
“We'll take her.” The redhead speaks without warning, giving no room for argument. Though the employee did try, but both the redhead and you gave her the same look.
“I'll get the paperwork ready.” She said quickly before walking off.
“Did you hear Tasha? We're taking you home Shaggydog. You're going to be our good girl huh? You're going to be so pampered and loved.” The brunette spoke in a higher pitched voice. One that people saved for animals and babies.
“Wands I dont know if she understands you.”
The brunette now known as Wands looked at you. Looking into your eyes again.
“I think she does though Nat. I don't know, there's just something in her eyes.” Wands gave you head scritches and you practically melted.
Wands put the collar on you when you growl at the employee. “It's okay, Shaggydog. No one is going to hurt you.” She presses her forehead to yours, closing her eyes and you close yours.
‘Can you see me? Can you see who I am inside?’ You think, hoping she can hear you.
She pulls back and smiles.
“Come on, let's go home sweet girl.”
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You were overwhelmed by the house.
Too big. Too many smells layered over each other—wood polish, old fabric, soap, something citrus, something floral, something sharp and metallic that belonged to the redhead. You padded through it all, nails clicking softly against the floor as you mapped every corner like your life depended on it.
Because it used to.
You sniffed the couch first, then rub along it, pressing your scent into it. Then the doorways. The corners. The shoes by the wall; two pairs worn often, familiar, safe. No blood. No fear soaked into the floorboards. No shouting trapped in the walls.
You paused. Listened. The house listened back.
The brunette, Wands, sat on the couch, watching without speaking. Smart. Still. Letting you decide. The redhead hovered near the doorway, arms crossed, eyes sharp. To you she was guarding.
Pack behavior. You didn’t realize your tail had lifted until it brushed the side of a chair. There was a hallway. Narrow. Enclosed. Good.
You slipped down it, nose close to the floor, following scent trails like ghost-memories. One room smelled like sleep;warm blankets, shared space, something deeply theirs. You didn’t enter. Just lingered at the threshold, cataloging.
Another room smelled like books and ink and dust. Calm. Quiet.
Then,
A room that felt right.
Low light. Soft rug. A corner tucked away beneath a window. There was a bed, it was set up but barely smelled like them. Your body made the decision before your mind could interfere. You circled twice, then curled into the corner, spine to the wall, eyes on the door.
Safe angle. No blind spots. You exhaled for the first time since stepping inside. Wands noticed immediately.
“Oh,” she whispered, like she’d just witnessed something sacred.
She didn’t approach. Just smiled softly, hand covering her mouth for a second like she was overwhelmed. The redhead glanced at her, then at you.
“She picked her spot,” Nat said quietly. Approval threaded through her voice.
You flicked an ear. You felt a smirk on your face, but you were sure it didn’t translate.
Minutes passed. Maybe more. Time still felt strange.
Eventually, Wands stood and moved slowly, deliberately, grabbing something soft from the couch. A blanket. She lowered it near you, not on you.
Your nose twitched. You pawed at it until it was pulled close. Then you grabbed it with your mouth and attempted to put it over yourself. A human instinct you thought long forgotten.
The brunette’s smile went watery.
“You’re doing so good,” she murmured.
Your eyes slid shut. Just for a second. Not sleeping, but resting. Letting your body settle into the shape of the room.
For the first time in a long time, nothing hurt. Nothing chased you. Nothing tried to take and somewhere deep in your chest, beneath fur and instinct and memory, something fragile and human stirred and thought,
Maybe this is where I stay.
Wands disappears for a moment.
You hear her moving in another room; soft footsteps, drawers opening, the whisper of fabric shifting. Your ears flick, tracking her without you meaning to. When she comes back, she’s holding something.
Small. Soft. You lift your head, instantly alert.
It looks like a wolf.
Not real. No smell of blood or dirt or fear. Just fabric and stuffing and something faintly like the store and the hands that chose it.
Nat crouches beside her. “We bought it weeks ago,” she says quietly, like it’s a confession. “Didn’t know who we were bringing home yet. Just… knew.”
Wands kneels slowly, setting the toy down on the floor a few feet away from you. She doesn’t push it closer. Doesn’t make it a test.
“We wanted the right one,” she murmurs. “And that turned out to be you.”
Your chest tightens.
The wolf toy lies there, still and harmless, black fur stitched soft and plush. Familiar shape. Safe shape. A thing meant to be held, not fought.
You inch forward, nose stretching out first. You sniff it carefully. No threat. No trick. You nudge it with your muzzle.
It topples over.
You freeze.
Nothing happens.
You grab it.
Your jaws close around it instinctively—not hard, just enough to feel it. The fabric gives. Warmth blooms in your chest so suddenly it almost knocks the breath from you.
Mine.
You retreat with it, backing into your corner, curling around it protectively. Your body tucks the toy against your chest, chin resting over it like it belongs there. Like it’s always belonged there. A sound slips out of you before you can stop it soft, low, almost embarrassed. You close your eyes.
The toy smells like them now. Like home. Like something that was waiting for you before you were ready to be found.
You press your nose into it and finally, finally let yourself sleep.
The two women retreat, letting you rest, but not before Wanda takes a sneaky picture to share with their friends and more than likely make it her lockscreen.
You hear the soft click before you understand what it means. Your eyes slit open just enough to see Wands standing a little too still, phone held low, her smile guilty and glowing all at once.
Nat catches it immediately.
“Wanda,” she murmurs, warning threaded with amusement. “Did you just-”
“I know, I know,” Wands whispers back, already lowering the phone. “I couldn’t help it. Look at her.”
Nat glances at you, curled around the stuffed wolf, chin tucked over it, black fur rising and falling slow and even.
Her mouth softens despite herself.
“…Okay. One picture.”
They retreat after that. Back down the hallway and to the living room. The lights dim. Footsteps fade. The house settles around you like a held breath finally released.
A/n: my first little smut writing, hopefully this is good cause I got into a freaky mood to do this (please dear god struck me down.)
warning: breeding kink | and idk about the rest, but I just had a feeling to write this.
〉with the bed creaking, mark ignored how his boyfriend’s sharp nails were clawing at his back. All he could only focus on was the man’s howling and moaning. Soft whimpers as he slammed his cock against the male’s prostate, he felt like he was in heaven. The way his boyfriend clenched onto his cock, the way he wish to give his boyfriend the pups he deserves. It’s been the nth round yet, cum sloshing in the werewolf’s stomach as he whines louder.
Mark pounding shook the bed harder as sweat pooled against his forhead, even the air smelled like sex and musk. Mark looked down to see a bulge in the werewolf’s stomach. Mark’s eyes dilate, eyes blown wide as he pressed his hand over his boyfriend’s pudge. The big man whines louder, clenching mark more as mark couldn’t help but grunt.
“That’s it.. milk me baby.. I’ll give you all the pups you want..” he says lowly, smiling with a dark grin as the werewolf nods, already in subspace as he can’t even talk much other than stare with those cute glossy eyes and shaking mouth.
Mark leaned down, kissing the lips of his beloved boyfriend who melted into the kiss. Lips mangled, mark grips his boyfriend’s hips, piston his hips as he nailed in deep. Leading to the buff and beefy man to yelp. His eyes widen as he came onto his stomach and Mark’s. Feeling mark fill him up for another time.
Mark smiled despite half looking ready to pass out, they’ve been doing this since afternoon to night. His boyfriend looked also ready to pass out as his arms fall limp from Mark’s back.
Mark fell onto the man’s big chest, cupping them as he gave it a kiss.
Hi, I don't actually know if your requests are open but I was just wondering if you could do a fic about poly!Mauraders x reader, but it's a full moon and when James and Sirius are out with moony, they run into another wolf (reader) and moony just instantly takes a liking to her. Imagine moony trying to follow her around, and reader keeps snapping her jaw at him. I could also imagine reader is maybe a Slytherin?
Sorry if this isn't good, I just popped into my head, and I went with it. Take your time, and don't rush yourself 💓
"sorry if this isn't good - don't rush" uhm, it was fantastic and I wrote it IMMEDIATELY thank youuuuu!!!! <3
poly!marauders x werewolf!reader who's unwittingly integrated into their pack [2.3k words]
CW: fem!reader, werewolf behaviour, some aggression/fighting, canine aggression and submission, Padfoot's had it up to fucking here with them all thank you very much
Padfoot wondered for a moment if maybe he was just some glorified herding dog at this point whilst he struggled to keep Moony on their usual routine when the werewolf seemed thoroughly hellbent on breaking it
Moony - a blood hound tonight, apparently - insisted on following his nose, Padfoot’s incessant demands to stick to plan be damned.
And unfortunately for Padfoot, it didn’t seem like Prongs or Wormtail had any clue how to deal with Moony either.
Great.
So instead of their usual routine of transforming in the shack, letting Moony out, following their trail where they run (and roll, in Moony & Padfoot’s case) down a large hill before chasing each other along the river bank, grabbing a drink from the edge of the Black Lake and slowly making their way back to the shack…Moony no sooner got to the bottom of their hill before he picked up some scent and followed it down dark, wandering paths through the Forbidden Forest.
Padfoot had tried encouraging a mouth wrestle and romp - no dice. Prongs tried taking off in a sprint, hoping to elicit Moony’s instinct to chase - no dice. Wormtail bit Moony’s foot which only saw him nearly stomped on as the werewolf continued on his journey. Prongs tried bodily shoving Moony back in the direction of the shack to no avail.
Padfoot was just about ready to pick a bloody fight with the beast when he heard snuffling followed by a low growl.
Unfortunately for Padfoot, Moony didn’t miss it either, and before he knew which way was up, Moony took off in a sprint towards the sound.
Padfoot hoped to come back in his next life as a border collie - maybe he’d have better luck with the likes of sheep.
And that decision was only solidified when he turned the corner to find Moony staring down another werewolf who had her hackles raised and teeth bared at the bastard who seemed either ignorant to canine body language or was actively choosing to ignore it.
At least sheep will have the bloody wherewithal to avoid danger.
Padfoot made a quiet whimpering sound, hoping to encourage Moony to get the hells out of here, but it only served to have Moony’s ear flick in his general direction before returning to his new wolf friend.
Prongs huffed a breath and stomped his hoof into the earth, and Padfoot noticed then that Wormtail was nowhere to be found - the bloody coward.
Moony tried to crane his neck forward to sniff at the wolf's paws, only for the wolf to snarl and snap at him before smacking him with said paw like a sodding cat.
Moony at least had the grace to lower himself to the ground in submission for but a moment before he bounced back up to try doing much the same.
This time, the wolf charged at Moony, pinning him to the earth by his throat as she growled at him; the sound muffled by the fact that Moony’s sodding neck was in her mouth.
Prongs grunted and made to charge in Moony’s defence, causing the wolf to release Moony and look at him sceptically, and Moony to growl at Prongs warningly - he did not want their help.
Fine by Padfoot. He wasn’t much interested in helping a werewolf with a death wish anyway.
But when the wolf decided this was all perhaps a bit too much for her, turning away from the strange pack to continue on its path - of which the marauders should be on their own, thank you very much - Moony went to follow, and dammit, this was Padfoot’s pack.
And if it wasn’t his pack, it was his herd, and what kind of border collie would Padfoot be if he let his pack sheep out of his sight?
Not a very good one, is what.
So, with a huff of resignation, Padfoot trailed behind the wolves - one that kept turning to nip, snap, and snarl at pesky Moony, and pesky Moony who kept trying to get a sniff or even, more disturbingly, incite play with a gentle nip - Prongs (and Wormtail, by means of Prongs’ antlers) trailed behind him.
The wolf seemed resigned to her fate in having company for the rest of the evening, though that didn’t mean she was pleased about it. Every time Padfoot thought the wolf’s hackles were going down, Moony playbowed in front of her like an overgrown lanky puppy, and they rose right back up.
The new wolf, for her part, spent the evening snuffling through the dried leaves and moss on the floor, stretching against tree trunks and using the bark to sharpen her claws (still not unlike a cat), and chewing on a stick.
Padfoot thought that actually all seemed like a really nice way to spend the evening.
Or, you know, it would have been, had he not been in charge of this ridiculous rag-tag group of misfits he unwittingly found himself responsible for.
But eventually, the evening had to come to an end, and that end was signalled by the twitching of Moony’s muscles underneath his fur as the moon started pulling at his bones, and it appeared to be doing the same for you.
But the night couldn’t end, it seemed, if you weren’t coming with Moony. And for as annoyed as Padfoot had been all evening, he was growing increasingly anxious.
You abandoned your stick and stood, beginning to limp away from them when Moony grunted and hurried after you, causing Padfoot and Prongs to bark and bleat respectively.
Any levity that the wolf had found for the marauders quickly vanished in the face of her oncoming transformation and the pain radiating through her when she turned on Moony and lunged at him. Padfoot whimpered and felt his heart try to escape through his throat as earth flew up in the air due to paws digging into the ground for traction and scrambling for purchase.
The wolf's growls were different now, though; they weren’t bored, they weren’t dismissive, and they weren’t even all that threatening. The wolf was scared - panicked, even. Padfoot could see it in the speed of her breathing and the whites of her eyes that she was quickly descending into terror.
They were close, so close, to the shack; Padfoot was certain he could get Moony back before the transformation if he would just get a sodding move on.
But it appeared Moony was wholly unwilling to leave without this wolf, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
The wolf seemed to come to the same conclusion as Padfoot, stepping away from Moony before submitting for the first time all evening, and wincing as Padfoot heard one of her joints shift.
Moony let out a sigh, moving over to the wolf who seemed so small now that she was cowering at the base of the tree with Moony standing above her, nudging her face and neck with his nose before licking over her face.
The wolf whimpered, and Padfoot watched as Moony’s right hind foot came out from underneath him for a moment - as if he tripped - telling him that the transformation was starting.
Padfoot whined, and he swore Moony actually nodded his head in understanding before he gently grabbed the wolf by the scruff of the neck and encouraged her to stand.
Resigned to her fate, the wolf followed the pack towards the shack, barely making it into the room before the transformation took over.
The first thing you noticed when you came to wasn’t the pain, though that was there. It was always there.
No, the first thing you noticed when you came to was the feeling of linen on top of you and something soft below you.
That wasn’t right; that couldn’t be right, could it? You were supposed to be in the cave.
But when you shifted your arm and felt the linen - a blanket? - fall from your shoulder, you knew it was true. You were not in the cave. You were not in the cave, and someone had found you.
“I think she’s awake.”
Someones had found you.
You were not in the cave, people had found you, and you were not alone.
You sat up suddenly, holding the blanket to your chest as you shuffled away from the sounds before your back met something solid. Your head felt heavy and off-kilter, like you were standing on a boat swaying on rolling waves.
You had a wicked migraine coming on.
“Whoa, whoa. Easy there doll.” Another voice sounded.
“What-” You tried, cutting yourself off to clear your throat when your voice came out gravely and painful, threatening to bring up whatever you still had in your stomach from dinner two nights ago; the last time you could manage food. “Why are you- why am I here? Where am I? What-”
“Open your eyes, L/N.” The second voice offered, though you could tell the inflection was softer than it naturally was; you wondered if that took him a lot of effort. “You’re okay.”
Your breaths began to quicken because you didn’t feel okay, this didn’t feel okay. Someone knew, they knew; they had found you, you were found out.
The sun was still low, so the light in the….room? shack? hut? was dim, though it still made your eyes water with the impending migraine lined up in your temples as if just waiting for a good excuse to wreak havoc on your brain.
You were accosted with the sight of Sirius Black crouching in front of you, elbows on his knees as his eyebrows hooked in the middle; James Potter standing behind him with his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you much the same.
“You’re okay.” James repeated, nodding his head encouragingly as your vision began to swim.
“Try to relax, doll; you’re not going to feel very well if you work yourself up.”
You let out a hysterical breath that bordered between a laugh and a sob as a few tears spilled out. “Relax? I- what… How could you- why are you here?”
James grimaced. “Sorry, that would be Moony’s fault.”
“Moony? I-” But your question was cut off when you heard the shuffling off bedding from across the room, and both James and Sirius turned towards the sound, exposing Remus Lupin sitting up on an old mattress, rubbing at his eyes as a blanket fell and pooled at his hips, exposing his bare torso that was….covered in claw marks.
“Oh gods.” You let out with a sob. “What did I- Did I do that?”
“What?” Remus let out groggily as both Sirius and James quickly denied it.
“No, no. Listen, angel, please relax-”
“Stop telling me to relax.” You nearly shrilled. “And stop calling me nice names!”
Too tired, too freaked out, and too confused to have chosen your wording carefully, you appeared to have said something wrong when Sirius’ mouth turned up in a salacious smirk.
“You like our nice names?”
“No!”
“I think you do.” James continued.
“Leave the poor girl alone.” Remus grumbled before he fell back onto his bed, rubbing harshly at his eyes.
“Where are we?” You asked simply, swallowing around your gag reflex.
“The shrieking shack.” James answered just as simply.
“Okay.” You acknowledged. “Why?”
“Well, Moony wouldn’t leave without you, so we sort of had to bring you with us.” Sirius answered.
“Moony…?”
“That’s me.” You heard Remus mutter, voice muffled from behind his hands.
“And…I didn’t hurt anyone last night?” You asked slowly.
James’ face softened as he started to shake his head no, but Sirius scoffed.
“Define hurt, gorgeous. I was pissed, for one. Two, you had that wanker by the throat for most of the night.” He said, gesturing behind him to Remus with a careless thumb.
“Why?”
“He wouldn’t bloody leave you alone! I was exhausted just watching.” Sirius continued.
“Would you stop bloody shouting?” Remus grumbled, and you couldn’t help but agree as you rubbed at your head.
“Anyway,” James continued at a more appropriate volume, “he wouldn’t leave without you, so we brought you back here for the transformation. Where…where were you going to go for the transformation?”
You flushed as you wrapped the blanket tighter around your person. “There's…a cave I usually go to.” You admitted in a whisper.
“Well, I bet this is an upgrade then, no?” Sirius offered somewhat haughtily, but his face fell quickly when you began speaking again.
“You can’t tell anyone…please.”
“Tell anyone?” James repeated.
“I…no one knows, no one can know.”
“Whoa, babe, hang on. Who’re we gonna tell?” Sirius asked then, a disbelieving look painting his features.
“I-” you started, swallowing again “I don’t know but, I just, you can’t-”
“We weren’t gonna tell anyone.” James assured you. “We aren’t going to tell anyone; there’s nothing to tell.”
You must have looked sceptical, because Sirius quickly intervened.
“Alright look, we promise not to tell anyone about your lycanthropy, as long as you promise not to tell anyone about Remus’, or about James and I being illegal, unregistered animagi.”
Your mouth actually fell open as you looked between the three of them; James as he turned to grab some vials of pain potions and healing balms, Sirius who was smirking at you salaciously, and Remus who was carding his hand through his hair and smiling (try grimacing) at you apologetically.
“Welcome to the pack, L/N.” Remus said wryly before he downed the potion James handed to him in one, effortless swig and laid back down.
“We’re called the marauders.” James explained as he handed you a matching potion. “We’ll have to find you a nickname. Don’t worry though, we have a whole month to come up with one.”
Hiiii im in my Wednesday era again 🧍🏻so I have a request if you're up for it <3
Tyler Galpin x male!werewolf(?)!reader, they're in an established relationship but Tyler doesn't know reader is a werewolf (?? or shapeshifter? Idk the specifics lmao) but he isn't the same as Edith, he can just shift into a regular wolf instead of a whole werewolf. And one night Tyler wakes up with a sleeping wolf resting their head on his chest like a dog🤭
Time to Wolf Come Clean | Tyler Galpin
Summary: What supposed to be a cute night over at Tyler's house turns into something that you have been meaning to tell him for a while.
A/N: I actually love this idea sm oml. Also I totally get it when you say shape shifter. I watched Once Upon A Time when I was 9 and I remember the story of Red turning into a wolf from the moon because it came from her mother.
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[Ring]
The bell of the Weathervane coffee shop rings when someone enters or leaves through the front door. It always has been like that. Tyler Galpin has gotten used to it. But there's only one person he's more than happy to see coming through that door. You.
You and Tyler Galpin have been dating for 5 months. Everything has been going well, except for the fact you haven't told him that you're a shapeshifting werewolf.
Every moment you had with him, you wanted to tell him, but you were scared that he wouldn't still love you the same.
Going beyond such as making sure to avoid walking at night with Tyler when there was a full moon. Whenever Tyler would ask you to walk out at night after his shift, you brush it off and say you have a fear of the dark, when that's not the case.
Walking up to him, you greeted him with a smile.
"Hey Tyler"
"Hey baby" Tyler smiles
He wish he can kiss you, but it wouldn't be professional to do so.
"The usual?"
"You know it."
He smiles at you then goes to make your usual order you always like to get.
You decide to go on your phone to let time pass, although you know Tyler is quick with your order.
In less than 5 minutes, your order is ready. You hand out $4 to him and thank him.
"Tyler, I wanna tell you something."
"Yeah, what is it?" Curious,
"Truth is, I'm a-"
The bell rings again and a whole group of kids from your school comes. It's none other than Wednesday, Enid, Ajax, Eugene, and Yoko coming to hang out after school."
You turn around and see them, glad they came at the right time.
"I'm really happy you made me this coffee."
"Of course, Y/N, anytime." He found it a bit weird that's all you had to say
Cringing, you cursed yourself that you didn't tell him the truth. But deciding to put that aside, you go to sit with your friends.
"Hey Y/N, how are you?" Enid smiles with so much joy, you couldn't help but give a closed lip smile.
"Hi Enid, I'm good thanks. Just came to get coffee." Exclaiming by raising a hand to show the drink that Tyler just made you.
"Is that the only reason why you came?" Wednesday raises a eyebrow and a slight smirk.
You turn around and look at Tyler and he's wiping the counter with a rag. He looks up and stares at you and smiles. You do the same, only now with your teeth.
"Ok probably not only to just get a coffee." Shrugging your shoulders and rolling your eyes as if trying to act gulity but played it off with a laugh.
The rest laugh expect Wednesday who chuckles slightly. They then went to go and order what they wanted, but only Enid stayed as Wednesday would order for her along with her own order.
Both of you decided to sit at the booth and just talk.
"So... she drags the o dramatically. "How's it going with you two? I never seen you smile so much before. Tell me everything." She waves her hand motionly as she talking.
"Well, ok" Still holding the disposable coffee cup, that warning up the palms of your hands as both of them are holding it.
You explained how everything's going in the relationship and how Tyler is, and how far you guys are.
"There's just one problem though"
Enid leaned in, nodding her head to prove she was listening.
In a quiet, but hearable voice you tell her, "I haven't told him about the real me yet."
"What!" Enid's eyes widen and you start to panick slightly looking around.
"You haven't told him you're a wolf?"
"No"
"Y/N, you have to tell him"
"What if he doesn't take it well? What if he breaks up with me because of that? Wants someone more...normal?" It hurted saying that last word but it was the only way to say it.
"Well if he can't accept the real you, then he doesn't deserve you."
Sighing, you look to the side and turn around slightly and see Tyler taking in more customers are waiting for their drinks.
He's focused on his work making drinks but the amount of time you have spent have got to know him, makes you smile slightly, it almost hurts your heart. You turned back to Enid.
"I really like him, Enid. I really do. He's the only guy in this town that makes me feel like there's more than being a wolf shapeshifter."
She reaches out and puts a hand on your wrist.
"I know it's hard, but it's telling the truth than him finding out in a way he probably doesn't want to. It's good for the both of you. Tell him in your own time, but the truth will come out eventually."
Nodding, you take a sip of your coffee and look down while trying to maintain eye contact with Enid.
The rest of your friends had all their drinks all ready and were ready to leave.
"Hey Enid, we're leaving. Y/N wanna come with us?" Ajax asks.
"No it's ok. Thanks though."
"Ok we'll see you then back at the school right?"
"You already know it." Pointing a finger at him and winking.
While the others said bye to you, Enid was the last to leave.
"Just text or call me if you need me ok?" Nodding with a comforting smile
Nodding in response, you smiled thanking her. The drink in your hand, not even having taken a sip still warm, but not as hot as before. You drink the lukewarm drink, trying to take your mind off the conversation.
Tyler comes up to you.
"Hey, if you want, I have a person covering me for the nightshift. Wanna head back to my place?"
"Yeah I would love that"
Both of you head out to Tyler’s car and get to his house. After a while of driving, you finally arrived. Tyler unlocks the door to his home and lets you get in first.
"I'm going to take a shower, you know the smell of coffee" He chuckles awkwardly but you found it so cute.
"Please make yourself comfortable. Watch TV or whatever you want. I know it's only been 5 months since we been dating but I want to let you know you're welcome here anytime."
He was really too cute and too good to be true.
"Alright, I guess I'll watch TV."
Tyler comes out the shower with his hair wet
"Oh no, it's getting late. I gotta get back to Nevermore." Panicked, you quickly start to get everything you have to head back.
"Woah, hold on. Why don't you just stay the night?"
"You don't mind?" Your eyes softened at this and felt a calm wave rush over you.
"Yeah, of course not. I'll drop you off early morning like you were there."
"Wow, t-thank you. I don't have any pajamas though."
"You can use my clothes from upstairs in my room. Pick any shirt and pants you want."
Tyler reaches out a hand to yours to guide to his room and a huge smile appears. Both of you now are in his room and you pick otj something for you to sleep in.
Certain amount of time has passed, you showered and now fully settled in Tyler's house cuddled up next to him on the couch just watching a movie.
It was just a warm silence between you two with some dialogue about the movie. Time was forgotten unless you looked at a phone. But all you wanted to be was with Tyler.
Eyes started getting heavy, and moments of the movie seem like a blur as your eyes kept shutting off. All of a sudden, you blacked out to sleep.
Before you knew it, you were fast asleep on Tyler's chest. Unbeknownst to you, there would be a full moon tonight peeking through the blinds where you guys are laying. It didn't feel like you transformed, but you did.
It was around 3:27 AM, when Tyler woke up. The TV was still on. He went to look at you, his eyes still foggy from the sleep he had. He thought he was seeing things.
You were more hairy, bigger and a animal? Once he fully was regaining consciousness. He flinched slightly, his chest heaving up and down as he was processing what he was seeing in front of him.
A wolf. A real sized wolf on his chest. In his bedroom/living room.
He then noticed that the fur has the same color as your hair. He looks to his window where the blinds are just barely peeking to the night sky and he sees the white moon.
He put one and one together and realized it was you. The memory of both of you at the coffee shop came back to him. Where you wanted to tell him something.
Could it be that you were going to tell him you were a wolf? It had to be, it couldn't be any other thing, could it?
He moves his head around to see look around you. He sees a fang barely peaking out. A smile forms on his face finding it cute. His hand goes on your fur and pets it until he goes back to sleep.
The morning you woke up, you're not on Tyler's chest anymore. Rubbing your eyes, you get up, looking around for Tyler. He's in the kitchen making you coffee/tea and cooking breakfast.
"Hey Tyler" You mumbled groggily in your morning voice.
"Good morning," His back was turned to you while flipping pancakes
You stumbled walking towards him and wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek.
"Breakfast? Wow you're out doing yourself."
A chuckle comes from Tyler as it vibrates throughout his body as you're holding him.
"I'll drop you off at Nevermore in 10 minutes. Just help set up the plates please."
Removing your arms from Tyler, you went and got the plates and utenils to set up for you and Tyler to eat.
Breakfast had became ready for you both. Thanking him for the food, you begin eating the pancakes, when the words out of Tyler's mouth almost made you choke.
"You're a werewolf, aren't you?"
The fork clattered as you dropped it and felt like your heart stopped. You finished chewing your food and swallowed, unsure of what to say.
"Tyler, I was going to tell you at some point, I just didn't how or when was the right time to tell you."
Chest heaving, you looked at Tyler and he didn't say anything.
"Look if you don't want to be with me anymore or prefer someone normal. I understand. But this is who I am. And I won't change myself or apologize for who I am."
Something grabs your hand. You look down and it's his, Tyler's hand. Looking up, he has a soft but understanding tight lipped smile on his face.
"Who says I wouldn't want to be with you anymore? Or want someone more normal?"
Opening your mouth, you tried to speak. But nothing was coming out.
"Being with you these past months, have helped me a lot. I couldn't give a damn if you were a werewolf."
This didn't go how you thought it would. Him, a normie wants to be with you? The thought of a human and a wolf shapeshifter being together felt impossible, but today felt like a shifting turn.
"Do you mean it? You want to be with me?"
"Yes, and I'll defend you if anyone tries to say so."
There was silence between you two and still kept holding hands, smiling at each other. Tears were brimming your eyes you felt like.
"All I ask, is you don't eat me please"
Shocked, you pulled your hand away and laughed with tears still in your eyes.
"Excuse me?" Joking dramatically. "I don't believe you would taste good anyways with all that caffeine scent on you"
"Ouch really?" Laughed Tyler.
Back and forth was you guys talking and him asking questions about what you can do as you were getting ready to get back for Nevermore.
He drops you off at Nevermore and kisses you goodbye. Eventually, you find Enid and go to tell her everything that happened and she squealed in excitement.
Once you told her about Tyler's comment about "please don't eat me", her response was "No he did not"
Laughing at it together, you reflected that has happened in one day. You wonder what would happen if you didn't stay over or even go to the coffee shop that exact day.
Werewolf!reader goes in heat and z team helps them by giving them gifts. (Sex toys and a heated blanket) because they don't think reader would be comfortable with having sex with them.
Reader eventually has enough and begs Robert to help, which then leds to EVERYONE helping. 🙂↕️
Reader's heat ends (thanks to the zteam) but now has to worry because they keep waking up sick and throwing up.
Hi hi 👉🏾👈🏾 I saw an ask or something about werewolf reader causing chaos on here recently, so I was wondering if you could write some sort of drabble extending on that?
More specifically, I guess my request is Huntrix (separately) with werewolf!reader as they navigate before, during, and after her shifts. How do they prep during the before? What happens when reader gets loose and goes on her rampage or adventure around town? Bonus points if reader ends up accidentally hurting one of the girls and that sobers them up IMMEDIATELY.
Craving some angst, hurt but with major fluff and comfort at the end type of fic, you know. If that’s too much for each girl then I’m fine with it centering around either just Mira or Rumi with reader. Hope this makes sense 🤦🏾♀️
Sorry y'all; I meant to finish + post this yesterday since it was a full moon last night and that would have been so fitting, but I was basically knocked tf out by cold meds for most of the day instead.
You were always very careful to keep track of the full moons. You had it marked on your calendars, you had reminders set for your phone, you took steps to make sure that it never snuck up on you.
As if it could. Even without the precautions you took, you could feel the approaching night in the way your skin itched and crawled, the way something inside you twisted and snarled, gnashing at its bone cage.
But most prominent was how, in the days leading up to the full moon, you became increasingly clingy.
“I was only gone for a few minutes,” Mira laughed as you sprawled across her, hugging her tight as you buried your face into her collar, trying to breathe in her scent, trying to make you and her into one.
“A few minutes too long,” you shot back, nuzzling her. You had missed Mira terribly during those few minutes of absence! Why didn’t she understand that?
Mira smirked, petting your head as she took your affections in stride. She had long since grown used to this kind of behavior from you over the course of your relationship.
“Ah, was my puppy feeling lonely?” she teased, earning another whined as a response. “Don’t worry, we have time still, so we can cuddle for a bit longer.”
Deep down you knew that you’d need to let Mira go so the two of you could finish preparing for nightfall. But—you didn’t want to. You were far more content to just be here, curled up in Mira’s arms.
If you had a tail, you were sure it would be wagging like crazy right now. Though you were certain it would be wagging just as much tonight, once the moon came out.
Eventually, Mira was able to get you off her so you and her could finish preparing, though not without plenty of complaining from you at the loss of contact.
Sometimes, you couldn’t believe how lucky you had gotten with Mira.
Not only did you manage to get a girlfriend who accepted that sometimes you turned into a giant wolf monster, but you got a girlfriend who’d taken one look at said monster and decided she was not going to let you deal with all that on your own.
That is, after learning that you were a werewolf, Mira went and used the money she was making with Huntr/x to buy a freaking cabin in the countryside for you. Had said she wanted you to have a “Safe place to spend your full moons,” as opposed to the dingy basement you’d chain yourself in each month.
Out here, you were far enough from the cities that you weren’t at risk of hurting someone, you could get as loud as you wanted and no one would notice, you didn’t feel as afraid of what you might do.
Of course, that didn’t mean you could just transform and go crazy. You were still more beast than person during the full moons, acting on pure instinct. Even if Mira insisted that it was safer here, you preferred to remain restrained on full moons to minimize the harm you could potentially cause.
The basement of the cabin was nicer than the one of your old house; it wasn’t as cold, and it didn’t look like something out of a horror movie.
But the silver chains were still there, secured tightly into the concrete flooring to keep you from breaking loose, and there was still a massive cage to keep you contained, even if Mira had filled it with blankets and a massive dog bed so you'd be comfortable.
Mira was with you as you traversed to the basement, watching over as you pulled and tested the chains, gaging their strength one last time. As the hours continued to pass, you could feel that growing sense of expectation coil tighter and tighter in your stomach.
The routine for the day of a full moon was always the same with Mira.
Once the chains had been double checked, it was several hours of trying to burn off as much of your energy as you could. You had learned a long time ago that the more tired you were when you shifted, the less aggressive you tended to be.
It helped that it gave you an excuse to spar with Mira, letting her swing her wooden training weapon at you as you ducked and dived around her attacks. Tackling, grappling, pushing each other to the limit.
“Come on, puppy, it’s like you’re not even trying,” Mira teased as she pinned you to the ground, her weapon across your chest to pin your arms down while she straddled your hips.
You grinned back at her, all sharp canines and playful bite. “You sure about that? I’m trying to get pinned by a pretty lady; I think I’ve succeeded at that.”
Mira’s smile softened into something more intimate as she leaned down to steal away a chaste kiss. A brief respite sparring resumed.
There were a lot of steps you took with Mira each month to mitigate how out of control you might get during a full moon. Burning energy was one, led to you being more tired when you shifted.
Gorging yourself on food was another as it curbed your need to hunt. That one usually turned into a fun eating competition with Mira.
But more than that, it gave you an excuse to spend the rest of the day cooking a feast with her, dancing around each other in the kitchen, kissing flour off each other's noses and cheeks, being little goofs as you grill and sear slabs of meat.
Mira's singing helped to take the edge off, too. You hadn't figured out yet if it was because of the Honmoon, or because it was Mira. But she'd sing verses from different songs and you'd feel the pacing wolf inside settle back down.
She, needless to say, made preparing for nightfall something less imposing, and instead turned it into something enjoyable.
.
.
“Are you sure this isn’t too tight?” Mira asked as she closed the metal collar around your neck, the chain rattling as she locked it in place.
You didn’t need to, the shackles were always loose when you put them on, designed to become snug only when you turned, but you still brought your hand up and slipped a few fingers under the collar to show her how loose it was. “No more than it always is.”
That earned you a quiet tsk as she moved to add the clasps to your wrists, chaining you to the basement one limb at a time. It was hard for you to stay sitting still, not when the countdown was ticking.
But she took it in stride, offering you a smile that chased away the anxieties you always felt creep up. “Is my puppy going to behave, tonight?”
You smiled back, leaning forward to bump your head against hers, “Your puppy will try her best,” you promised. “But there’s only so much I can do without the right motivation.”
Mira rewarded you with a laugh—and then her lips were on yours. A simple, light kiss, but one that had you feeling dizzy when she pulled away.
“Motivation enough?” Mira asked with mischief lighting up her eyes. “If you behave tonight, then I’ll be sure to give you an extra special reward tomorrow.”
Humming in response, you shifted your head so you could nuzzle against her before letting Mira slowly push you to the floor, shifting until you were seated comfortably.
Moments later, Mira was with you on the floor, curled up at your side, arms wrapped around you as best as they could with the chains in the way as she held you to her chest.
“I’ll be right here the entire time,” Mira promised, kissing the top of your head.
And she always was.
Once you began to change, she'd leave your side and close the cage door, but she'd stay down here in the basement, stay as close as she safely could.
Unless these was something preventing her from being with you on a full moon, Mira stayed with you the entire time, from sundown to sunup. Protecting you from harm, keeping you from harming others, making sure you weren’t alone.
You smiled, relaxing into her hold. You felt safer with her here.
Once the sun had set and the moon had risen, you were free.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew you were meant to be chained, restrained, contained. But you weren’t.
You were free. Free to go as you pleased. Do as you pleased.
The collar around your throat was uncomfortably snug, the broken chain hanging from it dragged across the road as you ran, rattling and grinding across pavement, like a metal leash that had been let go.
The moon above sang to you. Claws dragging across pavement, you skidded to a stop and raised your head to howl, a song of your own in return.
“Aaaaoooo!” the dark-haired girl sang in return.
She had been following you all night. A game, your mind had supplied, a game of chase. Not prey, her scent familiar—safe—and so you let her chase. Let her play. A game without a name.
You let out a playful growl, dropping your front half lower to the ground as the dark-haired not-prey drew closer, your tail wagging.
Her hand shot forward, quick, and you leapt away before she could grab your leash.
“Come on, we need to get home before someone sees you,” the dark-haired one said, making a dive for you again. “Celine is going to kill me if you end up on the news.”
You didn’t know what she was saying, didn’t understand her words. Instead, you leapt away again as she continued to try and catch you. This game was fun, it was new. You let out a yip, another growl, and pounced.
This time she dived away—jumping back before she could get crushed by your massive frame.
“I get it; you want to play. But we can play back at home,” she tried again, to no avail. “I promise, I’ve got all sorts of toy you can play with, and—and I’ll give you belly rubs. I know you like belly rubs when you’re like this!”
You wagged your tail and pounced at her again.
“Please don’t make me bring Rumi and Mira into this!”
The game went on for a few more rounds where she would try to tackle you, try to grapple you only to miss, and you would turn and pounce and jump at her in return. Like chasing your tail, you two would go at each other, never quite catching the other.
You liked this game.
There was a rumble in the ground that made you pause, a growl that was getting louder and louder.
“Oh—oh no, no, no, no! That’s a car, we can’t let them see you,” she yelled, and, taking advantage of your shift of focus, had finally managed to tackle you.
The chain on your collar was grabbed, and she began pulling, tugging, grunting under the force as you stubbornly refused to move. “Come on! We need to go!” she yelled, giving another tug.
You growled back, but acquiesced, slowly following as she used the chain to lead you away from the road and to an alley before you could be caught. This was…less fun.
The car drove by behind you, and your body tensed, prepared to take off and give chase, but she held you back with a firm tug of your collar. “No!” she scolded, flicking your nose. “Bad, girl.”
Your ears drooped immediately as the scolding, and her expression softened.
When her hands came up again, it was to scratch along your neck and jaws, petting you affectionately, “I know, I know. You don’t mean to misbehave. You’re just a big silly doggy like this.”
You licked her face.
A smile spread across her face, followed by laugher, “Okay, I get it, you love me,” she grinned, and pressed her face into your neck, rubbing against you, “I love you too, even if you’re a big doof right now.”
You flopped to your side, panting loudly. “You’re not going to fool me this time,” she said, still gripping your chain and looking pointedly away. You barked and rolled onto your back.
A moment passed, and then the girl was burying herself into your chest and stomach, “You’re just so soft,” she complained as she ran her finger through the thick fur.
She had fallen for your trap.
You adjusted your limbs to hold on to her, snapping your jaws around her shoulder.
It was a game. Playful roughhousing.
You’d nip at her, tackle her, pin her, and then she’d do the same. That’s how games like this are meant to be played.
And that’s how you were playing, even as she thrashed against you and you rolled back to your feet.
The moment she had broken free from your grip, you had tackles her again, nipping at her as she struggled beneath you. You would back off every now and then, drop into a play bow while she tried to find her footing again, only to knock her back down once she lunged for you.
“Stop it, this isn’t the time to play,” she complained as you pinned her once again. She was just upset that she wasn’t as big as you and couldn’t knock you over.
She was a silly one, she wasn’t supposed to keep going down, she was supposed to nip and wrestle you in return.
Being nice, you dropped to your back again, giving her an opening, and immediately she went for it, grabbing at you, trying to take hold of the chain on your collar once more. You let her do this for a minute or so before retaliating with another playful growl, snapping your jaws forward.
A genuinely pained cry tore through the air.
“Ow! Ow—let go, let go!”
The sharp smell of blood filling the air halted your movements more than her smacking your side did. You could taste it dripping onto your tongue.
Blood—her blood, her screaming. Zoey crying out.
You let go of her arm immediately, clarity washing over your mind like a bucket of icy water at the sound of her pain.
Zoey pulled back, cradling a bleeding arm to her chest. In your excitement you had bitten too hard. Far too hard. You hurt her.
Rolling back to your feet, you let your body sink as low as it could get, ears drooping as you let out a whine. Trying to show her how sorry you were. You hadn’t meant to—but you still did hurt her.
Badly, too. The Honmoon will keep it from scarring, will repair it quicker than the body could heal the wound. But she’d still need it bandaged up.
Zoey winced as she touched the oozing puncture wounds before quickly shucking off her jacket and wrapping it around her arm. You stepped back, feeling even guiltier as the scent of blood grew heavier in the air.
Finally her eyes met yours and her expression softened. “Oh, no, it’s okay, I’m not hurt—” she stopped herself and offered a weak smile, “I mean, I’m not hurt badly.”
But she was still hurt.
Zoey reached out and you flinched from the gesture, looking down as she placed her unmarred hand on your head.
“I’m not mad at you, I know you didn’t mean to,” she assured. “I know it was an accident. This is nothing compared to what I’ve gotten from demons.”
All you could do was whine and whimper, wishing more than ever in the moment you had human vocal cords to communicate with, to apologize with.
But Zoey only continued to pet your head, “With how docile you’ve gotten, I’m assuming you’re in control again?” she asked, and you timidly nodded your head. Her smile grew so much softer. “Then how about we go home. We can spend the rest of the night just cuddling, doesn’t that sound better than being out here?”
It did sound nicer.
You nudged against her, dropping your body completely to the ground, a silent urging for her to get on. The least you could do after hurting her was let her ride you back to the penthouse.
You slowly stirred awake, blinking back the sleep from your eyes and working your jaw for a moment.
Every bone and muscle in your body ached from being pulled and compressed, broken and reshaped. It pulled a quiet whine from your lips.
The first thing you noticed upon waking up was that you were completely naked, covered only by the oversized blanket that had been thrown over you, and sprawled across the floor, surrounded by tufts of fur that you must have shed over night.
The lack of clothing made sense, whatever clothes you wear when you transform tends to be destroyed. The blanket was providing both a nice sense of modesty and keeping you warm.
The second thing you noticed was Rumi half-sitting, half sprawled, across your middle while you curled around her from behind. The soft light of the TV in front of you both illuminating her sleeping face in a gentle blue glow.
She was absolutely adorable like this, nose scrunched up and mouth moving as she dreamt. You could watch her like this forever.
You sighed and stretched a little, feeling your spine pop and your joints grind from the movement. Your shift in position caused Rumi to fall forward slightly, just enough to jolt her awake.
“hhhhuh?” Rumi muttered, yawning as she pushed herself up off you and stared down at you for a good long moment as the sleepy haze lifted and recognition took shape.
Once that recognition kicked in, her expression softened into a warm smile. “Oh, good morning, jagiya," she greeted. "How are you feeling?”
You groaned loudly and rolled onto your back, “Like I’ve been thrown into a hydraulic press and then runover by a truck.”
You were being a little dramatic about how you felt, but only a little. You were sore. Always were after a transformation. Thems the breaks, unfortunately.
It still brought a soft laugh from your girlfriend as Rumi moved to lay against you more comfortably. “Well, maybe we can go to the bathhouse later? That always helps,” she said.
Arms circling around her waist, you gave a soft gasp, “You want to go to the bathhouse without the others? Scandalous,” you whispered to her, leaning forward to playfully nip at her cheek. “But the bathhouse feels perfect.”
You didn’t need to ask her if you had behaved or if you had caused any problems. Rumi wasn’t the type to have kept it a secret from you if you caused problems. But more than that, it was never a risk when you were with her.
You weren’t sure if it was some cliché ‘power of love’ business, or because of Rumi’s demonic heritage giving her some kind of innate authority over your bestial half, but whenever you were around her on a full moon, you were never at risk of going feral.
Even if you weren't in full control, you were behaved. For her and only her.
Sure, it wasn’t as if you could remember those nights, but from how Mira and Zoey explained it, you went completely docile when you were with Rumi. Like an overgrown puppy.
The two liked to tease that she had easily tamed you, but they wouldn’t be wrong in that claim, either.
“What’d we do together last night?” you asked instead, nuzzling against her.
You didn’t feel bruised, or the usual soreness that would imply you helped her with some demons. You didn’t smell any outside scents on either of you, either. It seemed like you two had just stayed indoors the whole time.
Rumi hummed and confirmed as much, “We watched some tv, mostly,” she answered, hand coming up to pet your hair affectionately. “I threw on a rerun of that mystery show we finished a while ago. You were pretty content to just lay beside me for the night.”
You laughed, leaning into her touch. “That sounds about right. Was I trying to persuade you I was a lapdog, again?”
“When do you not?”
Point taken, you laughed harder.
After a full moon, the routine was almost always the same. You’d wake up curled around Rumi in some way, because even as a giant wolf-like monster, you would never leave her side. You two would continue to cuddle for a while longer while you talked.
At first you’d been anxious, nervous, needing to know in detail everything you had done to make sure you hadn’t hurt or caused problems for Rumi in any way. But now that you had accepted that she would never be in danger from you, you were more interested in knowing what things Rumi got you to do while the beast was in control.
Sometimes, if the Honmoon tore on a full moon, she’d take you with her to deal with demons. Sometimes she’d take you outside just to enjoy the night air for a bit. But usually the two of you would stay together in Huntr/x Tower until morning.
Eventually, Rumi moved to get up, though you tried to stop her. “Don’t go, I wanna keep snuggling,” you had whined when she slipped from your arms, giving her your best puppy dog eyes.
It almost worked, you wanted to say, but Rumi still got up, and you reluctantly followed suit, pushing yourself to your feet to trudge after her with the blanket wrapped tight around you.
You’d need to get dressed, maybe a quick shower. Rumi was already on her phone checking for any updates from Celine or Bobby. After that you two would need to check in with Mira and Zoey, assure them that you were both still alive.
But after that? So long as nothing came up, you two had the entire day to yourselves—and you were keen to spend the entirety of it with Rumi.
“You want to stay here for breakfast?” you asked, fully dressed now and coming in to hold her from behind. “Or we can go out. Stretching my legs a bit on a short walk might help with the soreness.”
“That depends; are you going to growling at people for looking at me 'wrong'?" she asked playfully.
You smirked and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "And that depends on if they're going to flirt with my girlfriend or not," you said. "I think they should be happy I'm only growling and not biting."
"You can't do that," Rumi scolded, or tried to, her laughing was really not selling the disapproval.
Pressing another kiss to her cheek, one that turned into a nip as you grazed your teeth against the skin, you nuzzled against her. "I just turned back from being a giant wolf, Rumi, my temper might still be keyed to wolf today, that gives me a pass for growling at people."
"If you growl at anyone, then we won't go to the bathhouse together, got it?"
Now that was just playing dirty. "You drive a hard bargain, but fine."
