#werewolf!roman

[stillebesat]

Beneath the Moon -part 3

Sanders Sides: Logan, Roman Blurb: After all the research he’d done, after all the signs he’d been experiencing. Logan needed someone to tell him he wasn’t crazy. And Roman…Roman had always been the one most likely to believe in the fantastical, the impossible, the…supernatural. Fic Type: Werewolf!AU Overall Fic Warnings: Bite Wound -Semi-Detailed, Dog Attack Mention, Injuries, War Talk, Fighting Talk, Death/Dying Talk, Gun Mention, Shapeshifting/Transformation, Brief Sensory Overload,  Taglist in Reblog.

To Catch Up: Part 1  Part 2 

The one key detail that had been consistent in every source Logan had looked up about werewolves was the change. 

While the imagery used in each had varied, the descriptions overall had remained the same. Changing into a wolf would hurt. He would feel like he was on fire. Burning as his body was forcibly changed from one form to another.

Heat. 

Because everything became more malleable when it was warm. Ice would melt. Plastic would bend. Metal would pool. 

Heat was the source of change. 

So to become a wolf. He would have to burn.

And yet.

All Logan felt was cold. Frozen really. Like he was stuck in a glacier, his heart slowly pounding, fighting against the tidal wave of ice that threatened to engulf him. Pounding like the waves of the ocean beating against the shore. The pull of the cool tide dragging at him, beckoning him to fall into the moon. To get lost in the never ending white light as it filled his entire vision. Filled his vision despite him knowing that only the top sliver of it had appeared. That the whole moon shouldn’t be visible just yet. That there was no way for him to be able to reach the moon from here.

There was a roaring in his ears as his breath caught in his throat, his body going rigid even as his feet shifted to run away, to hide from this empty void of space that called to him as the moon rose higher, beckoning him to let go of the earth and float into the sky with it. To free himself from the restraints of gravity and just---

Accept it.

The faint thought echoed distantly in his head as a soft whimper left his throat.

You said you would accept it.

The moon filled his vision. Pulsating. Like a beacon, it called to him. Called to him in a way that it shouldn’t. The moon had never held such an allure before now and his mind frantically fought against the impossibility. How could an object in space hold such power? How could it force him to be anything than what he was. 

Human.

Accept it.

Werewolves shouldn’t exist!

But research had shown. The bite on his hand--he--he---

Like a lonely foghorn sounding over the misty shores at night, a single howl broke through his turbulent thoughts, echoing in the night, overtaking any other sound, demanding his attention. 

Demanding an answer.

That answer was wedged in his throat. The urge to--to--but--he--he couldn’t-- 

Accept it. 

The howl echoed again and Logan could have sworn he saw a shadowy form flit across the surface of the moon. 

A shadow that looked like a wolf.

Logan shuddered, the shadow growing bigger in his vision, the eyes within glowing bright like the sun as it turned to face him, staring him down, the ice in his body threatening to drown freeze him, feeling the need to cry out to--to--

Howl. 

You said--

Accept it.

He had to--there was no denying with how the moon was calling to him. He had to if he wanted any chance of keeping his human mind.

Shuddering from the ice that seemed to flow through his veins, Logan threw his head back and let out an answering howl, calling for--for--he didn’t know. For the wolf? For it to come to him?

His voice still echoing in his ears, the shadow on the moon pounced, despite the impossibility of it all, wrapping around him like a warm current, heating the frozen ache that held his muscles captive like a warm wind on a hot summer day.

He couldn’t help but melt into that warmth as it massaged the ice away, falling to his hands and knees as a soft lilting voice whispered in his ear.

Welcome brother. 

His heart skipped a beat at those two very simple words. 

Simple words that he hadn’t felt applied to him either singly or together in a very very long time.

“Logan?” 

A chill ran down his spine as the warmth vanished as quickly as it had engulfed him, leaving him to stagger in place, his body feeling--feeling--

Not human.

Definitely not human.

His eyes flashed open and he flinched back at the not--at the--his eyes---he wasn’t seeing how he was used to seeing! It was too...clear? He knew it was night. The colors--He shook his head, heart pounding painfully quick as a snarl left his lips before he could stop it, his other senses going into overdrive as everything began to twitch. His ears, his nose, his--his--

He whirled in a circle, paws slipping on the grass as he caught sight of a long black--A whimper of disbelief sounding in his ears as he stared at--at--

A Tail. 

He. Had. A. TAIL. 

It was nothing like the one he’d tried to create before. Of course he’d known that. But still. It was--it was moving and he wasn’t sure if he was controlling it or not and he couldn’t get it to stop moving and with his ears twitching at every sound demanding to know what that noise was and his nose twitching as it filled with smells that were both familiar and yet totally unfamiliar at the same time that demanded he needed to investigate so he could figure out just what he was sensing and--he--he---

It was too much.

All that preparation had been for nothing. It was like that nightmare of walking into a final and realizing you hadn’t studied for it at all. He couldn’t do this! This was--

“Whoa, Lo. It’s okay. Breathe, Buddy. You’re okay. You’re doing great.” 

Logan shuddered at how his ears flicked towards the voice and away, another soft whine leaving him as he looked up to Roman.

Roman, who’s eyes were glowing as bright gold as any wolf’s in the moonlight as he stood tall, head held high, staring him down, one hand outstretched in a pacifying gesture despite the display of dominance. “You’re okay, Lo.” He said in a low voice, maintaining eye contact, his breath steady despite how quickly Logan could hear his heart beating. 

Because he doesn’t know if you’re a threat. 

And Roman had been trained to kill threats.

Logan lowered his head, ears laying back as he found himself reacting to instinct, crouching down so that his belly brushed the ground, to appear as small as possible in this...this shape. 

The golden light in Roman’s eyes softened as he took a careful step closer.

It took all that he had to stay in place, to not retreat against Ro’s advancement. Not that Logan was confident he could run at this point. As uncoordinated and off kilter as he felt he’d probably end up face planting into the ground after two steps.

Another whine left his throat as Roman crouched within lunging distance, his hand still outstretched. 

“I know it’s a lot to take in.” He said with a faint smile. “A lot to get used to. But I know you can handle this, Brainiac. You’re gonna be just fine. I know you won’t hurt me.” 

Such Trust. 

Such trust for a high school enemy.

And yet---Logan found himself cautiously creeping forward, belly still to the ground as he stretched out his head, instinctively sniffing Roman’s proffered hand. 

His ears perked as he tried to place the multitude of scents he found there, far more than should have been on a human’s hands. It was intriguing. So much he could sense with a bare sniff and yet he couldn’t place those smells. It was--He licked Roman’s fingers to get a better idea of just what was on--

Wait. 

Logan recoiled, mouth feeling like it was on fire as he gagged, his tail twisting down to hide between his legs. Had he seriously just licked Roman’s hand?! 

Laughter rang through the air as Roman reached out, scratching Logan’s ears with warm fingers. “Do I taste that bad?” 

He stiffened under the touch, his chest rumbling with a suppressed growl of disagreement. No. He hadn’t tasted...unpleasant. Just the fact that Logan had licked him in the first place was...disquieting. 

He closed his eyes, leaning into Roman’s warm hand. He’d been so focused on having the tail that he’d overlooked all other canine behavior he could exhibit with these...extra senses in this unfamiliar shape. 

 Roman huffed, dragging his fingers down to scritch underneath Logan’s chin before pulling back. “You’re overthinking this.”

His ears laid back, eyes flashing open to glare at him. What did Roman expect? Him to be a crazy rabid feral--he flinched, remembering too late just why he had Roman bring a gun out here. 

Because he should be feral. Wild. Aggressive. He was a freaking wolf now. And while he was thankfully thinking more human at the moment, unlike the mindless beast he’d feared he’d become, he was still in a wolf’s body until the moon set and he had no idea how was he supposed to figure this out on his own--

Roman exhaled, shaking his head, his eyes glowing a brighter gold in the darkness as he slipped his gun, still in its holster, from around his waist, tossing it into a nearby bush before Logan could react. “Instinct, Lo.” 

Logan stiffened, looking between the bush and his childhood friend before taking a cautious step away from where the gun had fallen. What was he doing?! That was Ro’s only protection against--

Roman’s heart rate slowed as he pulled his own shirt over his head, tossing it to the side as he stared Logan down with a half smile. “The wolf won’t remain tethered beneath the human forever. They’re equals within you now. You just have to take a breath. Relax. And--” He rippled like a mirage on a hot summer day before a wolf with reddish brown fur stepped forward to rub his head against Logan’s. ~Trust yourself.~

To Be Continued

[ironwoman359]

Made up fic title: Of Silver and Blood (Also do you have an AO3?)

(I do indeed! I’m IronWoman359 there, and for the most part everything I post here gets posted there as well!)

Virgil is a vampire. Roman is a werewolf. And both are convinced that their roommate/crush is a perfectly normal human, thank you very much, so there’s no way they could be together, it just wouldn’t work! 

Until Virgil’s little brother Patton shows up on their doorstep one night, eyes wide, face pale, and covered head to toe in blood. 

He’s injured, and while Virgil tends to his wounds he shakily informs him that Hunters discovered where he’d been living with a small community of other magical creatures, a safe haven that disguised itself as a college frat house. 

Roman’s eyes go a bit wide, and Virgil is thinking he’s going to panic and run, or worse, try and call the hunters to them, but then he just says very quietly that one of his “packmates” was attending that university and staying in that house. 

Patton relaxes, realizing in that instant what Roman is, and after a few questions, learns that Roman’s packmate is Logan, one of his best friends at the house. The two were separated in the chaos and Patton isn’t sure where he is or if he’s safe, but he’s determined to find him. 

The three set out on a quest to find him, all the while Roman and Virgil dance around each other as they process that their hopeless dream of courting the other...might not be so hopeless after all. 

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[nachosforfree]

Remus and Logan are out walking one day when another wolf tackles Remus to the ground. Logan pulls out his silver knife to help but then realizes Remus is...laughing

Remus is playwrestling the wolf and says "Roman, you old dog! Why didn't you tell me you were in town?!" And the wolf says "I wanted to surprise you!"

Logan's like wtf and Remus is like "Logan!!! This is my brother Roman!" And the wolf shifts back into a human and stands up, looking Logan up and down curiously and Remus tells Roman that Logan is his boyfriend and Roman's like "you didnt tell me you have a BOYFRIEND!!!!!!"

Cue Logan having to deal with two werewolves for a week

[princeanxious]

Yes PLZ write for that accidentally alpha AU, i want to read about Virgil meeting the pack and him/Roman growing close over time and all that jazz (just whatever prinxiety snippet there)

I tried! This is technically a part two to the last snippet i did so!! I hope it’s okay!(its not beta’d so forgive me for any mistakes xD)

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Winging it, as it turned out, had been much easier said than done.

From the get go, things had been rough between the pack and Virgil. Despite them all loving Patton as their new Alpha and accepting Virgil into the pack as he was the new Alpha’s son, he did not share his adoptive father’s bubbly, trusting personality.

Infact, Virge was actually quite the opposite, he was not very optimistic and trusting others was often hard to do. It resulted in a ton of distress and friction between pack members, especially because he often refused to be involved in their activities unless Patton forced him to.

It wasn’t like the pack wanted him, they were just doing it because he was the Alpha’s son, right? Well, though he tried hard to not be outwardly rude, he wanted nothing to do with it.

Overtime though, they tried more and more to interact with him, less obligations and simply small questions. ‘Can you help me with this?’ and ‘do you need help with that’ and ‘you wanna hang out?’ And he appreciated the effort.

Logan seemed the most distressed about Virgil’s self-isolation in his and Patton’s apartment, noting that it was heavily negatively affecting his mental health. Despite both trying though, they just couldn’t seem to say quite the right thing to get Virgil to understand or make a change. Things only seemed to get worse once Patton and Virgil moved into their new home with the pack on the outskirts of town.

Eventually, Roman had had enough. Roman and Virgil had the most friction between them, and after a while the werewolf became fed up with their constant tension when all he wanted was to be friends. With Logan and Patton’s permission, Roman decides he’d convince Virgil in his own way.

And that way was: using his strength(both in wolf form and human form) to carefully overpower Virgil in such a way that leaves him unable to escape from social obligations but still gives him enough coverage to hide away if he only asks. Aka: Pick Virgil up when he seems he’s about to hide away and set him in Roman’s lap(or, in wolf form, carefully pin him to the ground by laying over his legs) and let him rave and struggle all he wants until he’s either out of energy(happened more often than not at the beginning of this) or gives up(eventually starts happening more often as this behavior continues). Step two is to interact with Virgil, be it bickering or arguing, talking or singing. A lot of times, he lets Virgil work on his college work, and the only requirement is that he stay in the main area when he can seek contact and become more comfortable with the pack. He finds that under all the aggression and defensiveness in Virgil is So. Much. Anxiety. From pent up energy with nowhere to go, worries constantly swirling in his head, constantly having to check things to soothe his thoughts, and a very severe insecurity over not having any kind of control of his life.

Overtime, they bond. Virgil’s insults of ‘You overgrown furbag’ turn into ‘You giant puppy,’ and he very rarely has to be picked up anymore. Infact, they begin a little routine that Roman began when he found Virgil too wound up, that leads to them roughhousing and Roman holding back just enough to let Virgil exert as much extra energy as needed to destress. All it takes is a playful shove or a snarky ‘betcha can’t catch me’ and the two are tumbling. It takes years for Roman to admit he’s always been super careful and gentle with Virgil in doing this, making sure he never hits his head too hard or lands wrong. True playful werewolf roughhousing leaves bruises and bitemarks and scratches, but with humans being so fragile, it’s a different story. Their roughhousing isn’t about playful dominance between pack members, it’s a stress reliever and excess energy drainer for Virgil’s benefit. (Though, on more than one occasion their sessions have ended rather awkwardly when Roman ends up above Virgil, pinning him down with a successful smirk, or Virgil over Roman, straddling his hips and cheering in victory)

They are both so, so gay for one another.

It doesn’t take long for Patton’s teasing to make Virgil realize he’s actually v much crushing on Roman, which he never thought would be possible even though it makes sense. Roman, who refused to give up on Virgil. Roman, who figured out a way to help him open up and bond with the pack, who he now unashamedly calls his family. Roman, who helped him figure out healthy coping mechanisms after noticing he needed them. Roman, who had done everything to Accept Virgil after Virgil had been such an ass to him.

For a long time, Virgil thinks he isn’t worthy of Roman’s love because Roman had done so much for him and he’d practically done nothing for him in return. He doesn’t know how to handle it, and suddenly the person who’d had his brain trained to send out happy chemicals at simply even seeing their smiles were now sending him distressed and guilty signals.

Being the receptive man he is, Roman notices almost immediately. And, in using the same method as he had used to break Virgil from his shell(aka refusing to let him run from it), he gets Virgil to confess what's been eating him up so badly.

It takes a long while for Roman to really think of a proper response, though not because he’s surprised Virgil feels guilty, but because Virgil thinks he hadn’t been returning the sentiment(though, he wouldn’t have cared if Virgil had never given him any gift.).

Roman’s love language is Acts of Service, and Virgil had been doing plenty of that, just as much as Ro had been doing for Virgil, infact. Spending time with Roman, helping him figure out how to bind his books a certain way, occasionally doing one or two of Roman’s chores(of those he was capable of doing, at least) when Roman seemed to need it. The times where Virgil would sit and tell Roman funny and crazy stories about his old jobs when he didn’t feel well, and the time when Roman had gotten sick and Virgil had fretted over him till he was better, and the list went on.

Steadily, red creeps up Virgil’s neck the longer Roman poetically waxes a romantic ramble about Virgil, and by the time Roman can catch his breath, Virgil’s red as a tomato, flustered beyond so much more than Roman had ever seen from Virgil.

Suffice it to say, Roman gets to scatter kisses all over Virgil’s scrunched up face later that day, and if they were both blushing and laughing all the while, well, no one was going to stop them.

[hiddendreamer67]

Couple’s Quarrel

Summary: Logan and his werewolf boyfriend Roman are having their first fight, and Patton is there to help Logan through it.

October Prompt #27: Quarrel.

Check out more of my writing at @hiddendreamerwriting!

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Logan sighed, closing the front door with an uncharacteristically dismal attitude. He stepped into the living room, taking a moment to process the multiple pieces of fabric stacked haphazardly before the tv.

“Logan!” Patton’s happy face popped out from the front of the tent. “Welcome back, I missed you!” Indeed, it had been nearly a week now since Logan had returned to the human apartment. “Where have you been? Do you want to join me in my blanket fort?” 

Logan cringed inwardly, having hoped to avoid human interaction on tonight of all nights, possibly because for once he was craving it. “Ah…”

“Don’t worry, there’s enough room.” Patton scooted over, patting the spot next to him. “And it’s real comfy, I promise.”

“Very well then.” Logan tried to appear begrudging as he sat down in the aforementioned location, careful not to cuddle too close to Patton for fear of appearing desperate for companionship.

Patton cuddled closer anyways. It seemed his best friend could read him like a book. “I was gonna watch Into the Woods, if that’s okay?” 

Logan thought about it, how that particular musical portrayed werewolves as dastardly and cruel. It wasn’t accurate, but it might provide him with a grim sort of satisfaction. 

“That’s satisfactory.” Logan agreed, content for a while to watch the film as Patton babbled along in his ear, trying to provide some sort of distraction. It was working, for a while, until inevitably they came upon the first wolf scene.

“...oh.” Patton petered off, his face falling as he paused the movie. “Sorry, I forgot about that part. Let me change it-”

“No need.” Logan assured him.

Patton paused, turning around to give Logan a confused glance. “But, what about Roman?”

Logan pretended to remain ignorant, staring straight ahead at the screen and the predator depicted there. “What about him?”

Patton winced, and Logan knew that despite trying to hide his emotions Patton had become sympathetic due to his strange behavior. After all, Logan was often very adamant about removing media that depicted lycans incorrectly, seeing as it was downright insulting to one of Roman’s kind. The wolf had moaned about it enough that Logan had caught on to the habit in a fond sort of manner. 

“Are you two fighting?” Patton guessed. 

Logan considered this question. “I do believe we are having our first quarrel, yes.”

Patton was quiet a moment. “...do you want to talk about it?”

“I am uncertain.” Logan shrugged noncommittally.

“That’s fair.” Patton scooted closer to him, taking the remote and turning off the screen. He grabbed one of Logan’s hands, gently rubbing his thumb against the back of Logan’s palm. “Then maybe instead of talking about your feelings, you could just tell me what happened? And we can work it out together.”

Logan took a tense breath, trying to sort out the facts from the irrelevant details. “I’m not exactly certain what occurred myself.” He admitted. “I’ve been visiting Roman for a while now, he invited me to stay longer than usual to get to know their customs. But at that point I didn’t want to spend any longer in that house because it can be quite stifling with the amount of pack members present at all hours, although I doubt you would understand.”

“Logan.” Patton said, only a bit stern. “Just because I’m more extroverted doesn’t mean I don’t understand the need to be alone every once in a while.” 

“Indeed, my apologies.” Logan waited until Patton nodded in thanks to continue. “So I was walking along the edge of town, just to get a breath of fresh air. A being unknown to me approached, obviously hostile in nature.”

Patton gasped, giving a much more dramatic reaction to Logan’s stoic retelling.

“Relax, I am fine. I clearly survived.” Logan assured him with a small smile, giving Patton’s arm a pat. “Roman appeared, the two got into a scuffle, similar to... dogs asserting dominance, I suppose. Roman won and the beast disappeared into the forest.” 

“So Roman saved your life.” Patton’s eyes widened, impressed. “Wow Logan, that’s so- romantic! It doesn’t sound like a fight between you two, it’s kinda heroic.”

Logan grimaced, remembering the quarrel that came directly afterwards. “Well, you see…”

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Logan’s heart was still beating rapidly, failing to retract to its normal pace as the threat limped back towards the forest. Roman stood, puffing out his chest and breathing raggedly until the being was truly gone. Then he turned to Logan, a wild gaze in his eye.

“Are you hurt?” Roman asked, and Logan forced himself not to flinch as Roman grabbed his arms, looking over the human with an intent gaze. How had Roman known to come? Had he followed Logan here? 

“I- no, Roman, I am uninjured.” Logan tried to tug away, but Roman’s superior strength held out. “It was nothing more than a close call.”

“That was really close this time. Too close.” Roman slouched forwards, giving Logan a stern look like one might give when scolding a child. “Please, promise me you’re going to listen to me and be more careful in the future.”

“I am not an adolescent, I can take care of myself.” Logan insisted. 

“You clearly cannot.” Roman gestured towards the woods. “This is why you need to stay with us, I’m more certain now than ever, come on-”

“No!” Logan protested, digging in his heels to slow Roman as the werewolf attempted to tug him along. “Roman, stop!”

Roman did stop, looking at Logan with an unreadable expression. “What, so you just want to keep running away from your problems?” His eyes were still manic, darting back and forth as if waiting to pick another fight. Roman’s claws were extended, grazing against Logan’s wrist in their firm grip. For the first time in months, Logan felt afraid of him.

“Roman, you’re scaring me.” Logan admitted, and his words miraculously made Roman flinch back, releasing his grip. “Stop treating me as though I’m just some sort of bauble to keep as a prize.”

“You know I don’t see you that way.” Roman whined, not unlike a puppy that was terrible with listening. 

“Do I?” Logan wasn’t so sure now. “Everyone else in your family seems content to treat me like a dog, ironic given your canine appearance.”

“That’s low, even for you.” Roman glowered, clearly fuming. “Do you hate them so much that you’re willing to get yourself killed over it?”

“I didn’t intend to throw my life away.” Logan rolled his eyes, considering that to be obvious. “If you had thought to warn me about the dangers of the surrounding area, I would have been prepared.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” Roman insisted. “You’re too weak, but I can protect you from all that.”

“Even yourself?” Logan huffed. Roman’s face fell into such a state of despair that Logan immediately regretted his words, but was too prideful to take them back. Instead, he turned on his heel, content to not face Roman any longer. “I’m going back to the apartment.” 

“Logan, wait.” Roman reached out for Logan again.

“Don’t touch me!” Logan dodged out of his grasp, now full on running back towards the town. If Roman wanted, he could easily catch up with Logan at any moment. 

He didn’t.

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“And that’s when I arrived here.” Logan finished.

Patton let out a low whistle. “Ah. So… lots of tempers, then.”

“Indeed.” Logan glanced at Patton, hoping his emotional friend would be better at deciphering what had just occurred. “Might you offer some assistance in regards to what this meant?”

“Well… emotions were definitely high.” Patton tapped his chin in thought. “I mean you were both just through a scary experience, so I think you said some things you didn’t mean. But it sounds to me that you’re feeling frustrated because Roman’s pack is not welcoming of your relationship, or appears that way, and being surrounded by werewolves was overwhelming for you.”

“Yes, that is accurate.” Logan agreed.

“And Roman…” Patton hummed, his nose scrunching up in thought. “I think… he feels like a failure.”

“A failure?” Logan raised an eyebrow at this deduction. “But he was the victor of the scuffle.”

“No, not that sort of failure.” Patton shook his head. “Roman wants to protect you, but he doesn’t understand how to do that without stifling you because he’s used to being around wolves who can take care of themselves and he sees you as more fragile. Physically, at least. And he doesn’t know how to protect you from his family, emotionally, so he just puts more and more effort into protecting you physically because it’s all he knows.”

“That’s barbaric.” Although Logan’s tone sounded indecisive. “The mindset of a neanderthal.”

“It’s sorta sweet, Logan.” Patton corrected, putting his arm around Logan’s shoulders. “I mean, I think you were right to come here, you both need some space to cool off, but if you two learned to communicate better I’m certain you could figure out some smart-brain way to make it work.”

“But how?” Logan protested. “The next intelligent step in our relationship was sharing a living space to test compatibility, and that has clearly failed. It is only logical that our arrangement must desist.”

Patton hummed, laying his head on Logan’s shoulder. “Logan, you are one of the smartest people I know. But sometimes, you are also one of the dumbest.” 

“I beg your pardon?” Logan looked aghast, staring down at Patton with a scoff.

“Are you really going to let a thing like Roman’s family stop you two from being together?” Patton looked up at him. “I mean, if you really care about each other- which Roman clearly cares about you- that’s all that should matter.”

“The world does not operate that way.” Logan argued.

“Well, it should.” Patton said firmly, giving him a smile. “It’s okay to take a step back in your relationship when you realize you needed more time. Maybe try living apart for a while.”

“I doubt Roman would allow that.” Logan frowned, exasperated. “He often bemoans having to leave my side, and I imagine stopping all visits to his home would only make him more insufferable.”

“Yeah, well boundaries are also a thing.” Patton giggled a bit nervously. “If you don’t want to see him that much, you’re allowed to have time to yourself.” 

Logan’s cheeks turned a bit pink, Patton misreading his statement. “Well, ah… I would not explicitly say I’m opposed to that much contact myself…”

“Then he can come over here!” Patton suggested excitedly. “I’d love to meet him more, and you’d feel less overwhelmed. He could even stay for a while if you two feel comfortable trying to live together again, I don’t mind.” 

“Truly?” Logan was surprised at Patton’s eagerness. “I suppose… but it’s only delaying the inevitable. Roman is a pack animal by nature, I doubt he would abandon his family for a single individual.”

“You never know.” Patton shrugged. “But even if that’s true, we could always invite just one or two of his packmates over here so you could get to know them, and so they can learn you’re not so bad yourself.”

“You’re quite optimistic.” Logan bemused.

“And you should be too.” Patton informed him. “Maybe I’m wrong, and nothing is ever gonna work out. But you’ll never know unless you two just talk things through.”

[1-1snailxd-art]

Caretaker Prompts 19 and 15 with angst. May I suggest in a Hunger Games setting or the like?

15 “I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

19 “Just keep pressure on it.”

I know you said Hunger Games, but because my brain is like a revolving door I couldn’t get anything that was really flowing well with that (I’m not big into Hunger Games. I’ve only read and seen the first one). 

So, I went for a Supernatural style universe with Vampires and Werewolves that I kinda came up with ages ago.

Relationships/Character: There’s no romance here - Deceit/Declan (Father figure/Alpha - Born from magic and connected to a snake spirit), Roman and Remus are 17-year-old twin pure-blood werewolves (parents were both wolves rather than being turned, giving them enhanced senses, strength and healing), Virgil is a 3-year-old pure-blooded Vampire (parents were both vampires), and Logan is a 17-year-old human 😝

Warnings: Blood mentioned, panic, vomit mentioned

Words: 2333

Summary: Babysitting was meant to be an easy way for Logan to earn money, but turned deadly when vampires came to hunt the child in his care. Supernatural beings or not, Logan was willing to risk his life for the boy and show he was stronger with nothing but human blood in his veins. 

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“Just keep pressure on it.” Remus instructed, shifting aside for Roman to take his place. “I’m going to clear the perimeter.”

“Be careful.”

His twin nodded and hurried down the stairs, leaving Roman alone with a bleeding and grunting Logan.

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry. This wasn’t meant to happen.”

Roman felt horrible listening to the other boy cry out in agony as he adjusted his position to control the bleeding from his stomach.

“He gonna die, Ro? Did I- Did I did it?”

His three-year-old brother shuffled out of the bedroom, tears streaming down his face and mixing with the splatter of blood that coated his face and ninja turtle pyjamas.

“No, buddy. You didn’t do this okay. Just go back in the room and wait.”

“But tha teef.”

Sighing, Roman glanced from the stab wound in Logan’s stomach to the mess that was his shoulder. Fangs had sliced through flesh with the ease akin to a hot knife through butter but was thankfully clear of his face so Roman didn’t need to worry that he had been turned. The vampires who attacked the house were out to kill, not turn or feed, and Virgil’s mouth was too small to do that much damage even if he was rampaging.

“They’re not your teeth, Vee. I promise you; you didn’t hurt the babysitter.”

“Logan.” Virgil said firmly, tears falling faster as he got more worked up. “His name’s, Logan.”

    Watching his brother cry was heartbreaking for the older sibling and he had to fight the urge to scoop him up and away in the safety of his embrace, but he knew he couldn’t. Virgil’s eyes were glued to Logan, tiny chest heaving with hiccupped sobs and worsening every time the injured man made a sound.

“Virge, buddy, you need to get back in the room.” Roman was desperate for Remus to return, or even their father for that matter, just so someone could help Virgil before he had another vampire to deal with. “I promise I will help Logan, but I need you safe first.”

The small nod as Virgil shuffled back should have offered some reassurance but Roman’s senses peaked; his inner wolf smelling a change in his little brother’s system.

Turning towards the stairs, he focused on working out how far away Remus was.

   "Roman?“ The toddlers voice shook just as his body trembled; eyes growing in realisation and the brown of his left iris faded to grey.

“Virgil, in the room, now!”

He hated to yell but his tone was harsh enough to shake Virgil into action, scurrying into the room and slamming the door shut.

“We’ve gotta move, Logan. I’m sorry,  but this is going to hurt like a bitch.”

“Just get it over with.” Logan huffed, gritting his teeth as pain exploded through his body when Roman tried to lift him up.

A growl rumbled deep in Roman’s throat when he rose, thankful Logan had remained conscious enough to hook his usable arm around his neck and make the carry at least a little easier. Normally lifting someone Logan’s size would be easy, but after fighting off a whole vampire nest he was almost spent. Kicking the front door open, Roman rushed to his cars back door, thankful it was still open from when he and Remus had arrived at the house.

   "Roman!“ Remus called out and ran over to the car as his twin slid into the driver’s seat. “Perimeters clear but I think one sucker got away.”

“We’ll deal with that and Dad later. Vee is turning.”

“What? I thought you told the babysitter to give him his meds?”

“I did.” Came the grunted reply from the backseat and the twins exchanged a worried look.

“He’s getting worse than.” Starting the car, Roman shifted into reverse and gave Remus a concerned look. “Be careful, Duke.”

“Same to you, Princey.”

    Carefully heading back into the house, Remus paused to sift through the heavy vampire scent that hung in the air until he located Virgil’s; surprised to find it still concentrated at the top of the stairs. Slipping into the kitchen, Remus collected a plastic bottle from the fridge that contained a mix of herbs, animal blood and milk. To anyone else, the combination was vile, and the smell alone tormented the twins sensitive noses, but it was the best thing in the world to Virgil.

At the top of the stairs, Remus braced himself for his adopted brother to jump out and attack him, but nothing happened. He could hear the toddler breathing from the other side of the door, but they weren’t moving at all; vastly different to the other times he had shifted.

“Virgil? You okay, little buddy?”

The door creaked as Remus pushed it open, spotting the toddler shivering on the bed next to a puddle of vomit. Holding his arms up in surrender, Remus eyed him carefully as he stepped into the room.

“It’s okay. Dukey isn’t going to hurt you, alright? I’m just here to help.”

“Go -way.” Remus froze in shock that Virgil had managed to speak, spotting the rows of sharp teeth that now protruded from his gums. “I hurt you.”

“Oh, I don’t think you will.”

“I will.” Virgil insisted, pushing himself back against the headboard to stay away from his brother. “I kill.”

“Virgil, you won’t hurt me.” Sitting at the edge of the bed, Remus kept his voice level and calm; though he was ready to defend if Virgil suddenly turned on him.

“How ju know? I done’d it b-fore.”

“I know because every other time you’ve turned, you have attacked on instinct. Right now, you’re talking, Virgil. You’re in control of your instincts right now and I’m part of your nest. You’re in my pack and I’m part of your nest; we won’t hurt each other, I promise.”

Heavy breathing was the only sound in the room for a few moments, then the toddlers face shifted from fear to sadness. Not wanting to make a move in case he triggered an instinctual attack, Remus watched and waited until Virgil crawled towards him on his own.

“It hurts, Dukey.”

“It’s okay.” Opening his arms, Virgil gratefully climbed onto his lap and accepted the comforting embrace. “The pain will dull when you’ve fed. I’ve got your drink right here and there is more if you need it, okay?”

“k.”

Shifting around so he was comfortable, Virgil accepted the bottle and started to drink; though he was soon unscrewing the lid when the plastic pop top limited the pace he desperately wanted to consume the liquid at.

“Are you feeling better or do you need more?”

“My no-sh-e -till hurt.” Virgil complained, wrinkling his nose further when he took a breath in.

“That would be from all the blood scents around here. You’re not as use to having to filter it out as Roman and I.”

Remus looked around the room at the blood splatter from Logan’s impromptu battle, genuinely impressed that a normal human could have fended off so many vampires while protecting the toddler they were after.

“Why don’t we get cleaned up, grab you another drink and take Logan’s car for a drive until your fangs retract?”

“Ok, but what -bout Dad?” Virgil wrapped his arms and legs around Remus when he stood and watched him carefully step around the headless vampires in the hall to reach the bathroom.

“Dad will find us, don’t you worry about that.”

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    Logan loss consciousness some time during the drive but was thankfully still breathing when Roman sped up to the hospital and cried out for help; struggling to pull him out of the car now he was completely deadweight. Following what seemed like a million questions and 20 minutes of a nurse fussing over his own cuts, Roman was finally left to his own devices in the waiting area; giving up trying to call his Dad after leaving his 15th voice message.

He was hanging upside down on the chair when Remus came in; a sleepy Virgil on his hip.

“I thought you two would have found a park to hang out in, since the sun is finally up.”

“That was my plan,” Remus admitted, glad to feel his little brothers breathing even out as he fell asleep; “but the little nightmare wouldn’t stop nagging me to come. I would’ve preferred getting my ears boxed than listen to it for another hour, and now we’re here,  he falls asleep.”

Sitting up properly, Roman laughed and held out his arms so Remus could manoeuvre the youngest into his arms.

“Better asleep than freaking out on us.”

“Nah, I said he was fine.” Sitting on the chair opposite, Remus pulled out his phone and started scrolling through his notifications. “Fangs retracted after 15minutes and he was satisfied with two doses. Considering I was expecting to have him hanging from my neck like last time, it was a welcomed surprise.”

“You think telling Dad that will stop him from killing us for leaving Virgil with a human.”

“Only if we also leave out the fact that a vamp nest attacked the house.”

Exchanging a glance, the twins groaned and spoke in time.

“We’re dead.”

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  The sun had set when Declan arrived at the hospital, half furious after hearing the twins messages and half worried out of his mind. He double checked his concealment charm was still effectively hiding his scaled side before entering the building, shaking off his damp trench coat once he was walking the warm halls.

Four days prior he’d left the boys at a secluded Airbnb to follow a promising lead on Virgil’s birth parent, assuming the hostile vampire nest tracking the pure-blooded toddler wouldn’t pick up their trail for at least a few more days. Returning to the trashed house made his blood run cold, though it quickly reheated hearing the twins had left their adopted brother to investigate a reported werewolf pack. Of course, it had been a trick, false reports given to encourage them out of hiding; Declan could’ve seen it a mile away and he regretted his radio silence even more now.

As he neared the room assigned to some boy attacked in the woods, Declan was prepared to reprimand the twins in the harshest way possible. Each step brought him closer to grabbing Virgil and storming off, but when he reached the door, he found himself frozen. He saw Remus passed out on a hospital bed, looking just as exhausted as his twin in the bedside chair despite both of them clearly being in a deep sleep. Resting a hand on the door, Declan could feel the warding they had obviously put on it to protect the room; something that would have exhausted them without his assistance.

It was Virgil’s position that intrigued him the most. The toddler was perched carefully alongside the boy on the furthest bed, looking more peaceful than he had since his vampiric blood started taking affect.

 “Excuse me,” a nurse called from the door over, “can I help you with anything, sir?”

“I’m the boys’ father, well, to three of them anyway. I’m Declan Fidi.” He held out a black gloved hand which the woman shook with a smile.

“You have some brave and lucky boys Mr Fidi. The whole staff agree that the twins quick thinking saved Logan’s life. Did you train them in first aid?”

“I wouldn’t have let them go out into that forest if I hadn’t.” Turning back to the viewing window a thought came to mind. “The boy - um - Logan, are his family around? I would like to have a word before I take my troupe away.”

“I’m sorry, but Logan doesn’t have family. He’s part of the local group home.”

“That’s okay. Thank you for your help anyway. I should probably get these boys to a proper bed and out of your hair.”

“Oh, they’ve been no trouble at all. Logan will be here for a few days at least, so feel free to bring the boys back if you like. I’m sure their visits will be welcomed.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

   Pushing the door open, Roman and Remus bolted awake instantly at the call of their warding; heads dropping in shame when they registered their father had entered.

“I’ll spare you two the lecture on your stupidity for later.”

“Yes, sir.” They said in unison, standing and stretching their tired muscles.

Declan moved to Logan’s bed and carefully picked Virgil up, the toddler whimpering as his sleep was disturbed.

“Shh, shh, shh.” He assured, rubbing Virgil’s back while he settled into his shoulder. “You’re alright.”

“Dad?”

“Yeah, buddy. We’re going somewhere safe to sleep, okay.”

Leaning back, Virgil looked into his father’s eyes, tears lining his own.

“But Logan -“

“We’ll come back tomorrow.”

Declan pulled Virgil’s purple hood over his head and encouraged him to lean on his shoulder again, nodding for the twins to head out the door before he followed.

  They walked in silence back to the car park, Declan telling the twins to get in his van rather than taking the second car.

“You can work on cleaning it when we come back tomorrow.”

“Wait, you were serious about coming back?” Roman questioned, helping to buckle Virgil into his car seat.

“We’re not ditching town straight away?” Remus added.

“No. Roman’s got a car to clean, you’ve got a house to clean up, and I’ve got to see about adding to Virgil’s nest.”

The twins jaws dropped and watched Declan casually climb into the front seat in shock.

“You would let Logan join our pack?”

“Even though he’s a human?”

“A human wouldn’t have taken down three vamps alone. He’s not a human,” Declan chuckled at the thought of how shocked the vampires would have been. “He’s a hunter and a lost soul; just what our family needs.”

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End Note: Smol Vampire Virgil had to happen. Don’t tell me you never thought about it. This was a universe I made months ago. I had a whole back story planned out. Maybe one day I’ll write it, or do art for it or just make it an ask AU or something. Honestly, I have too many ideas some times but just not enough brains and concentration to write it all.

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[just-some-gt-trash]

Becoming a pet... great

This is my present for @infinitesimal-grey​ for the @secret-sanders-sized​ by @hiddendreamer67​

I think I got exited and wrote a very long fic... but I hope you like it!

Summary: Roman is a werewolf and has a pet borrower named Virgil who doesn´t really enjoy being a pet even if Roman’s a decent owner, things get interested hen Roman´s school provides them with a potion that’s able to switch their sizes

TW: treating people as pets, being locked in a cage, fighting (if there’s another one please let me know ;))

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Virgil sat on his bed, he wasn't able to sleep, like usual, he looked at the nightstand next to his owner's bed, the alarm was going to sound soon for him to go to school, and he had to wait for him alone.

He had to admit that being with Roman was not as awful as he first thought it would be, but he was still his pet, and no matter what Roman would never see him in other way.

The alarm sounded and the werewolf turned it off, he sat on his bed and stretched his arms while yawning, showing his sharp fangs and making Virgil shiver.

“good morning Virge” Roman said while standing up, he walked to the borrower’s cage and opened the door “did you sleep well?”

“Yeah” said Virgil lying, he stood up and got out of his cage, stepping into Roman’s hand to go get breakfast.

Ever since borrowers were downgraded to pets and he was bought by Roman, they had the same routine everyday, except for weekends when his owner didn’t have to go to school.

Roman left his hand on the counter and his pet stepped out of his hand “I have a surprise for you” he said, smiling and walking through the kitchen.

“A surprise?” Virgil was confused, usually a surprise would mean a new toy or piece of clothing, but Roman seemed so happy for some reason, so that couldn’t be.

The werewolf nodded as he grabbed something from a cabinet “you’re going to go to school with me”

“Wait what? Didn’t we tried this already? And it went horribly wrong...”

“Yes” he said turning around and smiling to Virgil “but this time, things are gonna be different” Roman took one of Virgil's cups and filled it with a clear shiny liquid.

“W-What is that?” Said Virgil a little nervous.

Roman left the cup next to Virgil “they gave us this potion at school, it’s supposed to teach us about equality with borrowers so that our bond becomes stronger” he said, taking a needle from a drawer.

“And how does it work?” Asked Virgil, he couldn’t imagine how borrowers could be seen as equal.

The werewolf poked his finger with the needle, he left it on the counter and let a drop of his blood drop into the potion, turning it red “It’s going to make you my size”

Virgil’s eyes went wide, he doubted magic like that existed, he saw Roman pushing the cup closer to him, he looked at it, he was a bit disgusted by the fact he had to drink his owner’s blood, but if that could make him his size... he started to wonder if it could work the other way, he didn’t hate Roman, but having the tables turned could be interesting.

Hesitantly, the borrower picked the cup and got it closer to his lips, drinking it’s contents, he kept it on his hands when it was empty ”I don't feel anything...”

Roman hummed ”I think it needs time to activate”

Virgil was about to say something else when he felt a warm sensation trough his body, he looked down at the cup it was smaller, it usually was te size of his hand, but now it was half it's size.

The werewolf smiled ”It's working! You're getting bigger!”

The borrower left the cup aside and sat at the edge of the table, he looked around at how everything was getting smaller, he got off the table, surprised of the short distance between it and the floor, he looked up at Roman, compared to him, Virgil was currently the size of a child, but he was getting bigger with each second, the growing stopped once he was eye level with the werewolf ”Wow...”

Roman hugged Virgil ”I can't believe it really worked!”

The ex borrower was struggling to breath because of the other's strong grip ”R-Ro... l-let me breath...”

”oh right sorry” he said breaking the hug ”I got overexcited” he giggled nervously ”This is awesome! You're normal sized! And you can come with me to school, I promise we'll have a lot of fun afterwards, we can go get some ice cream, or to the movies, or”

”woah woah, relax princey, how about I try to get used to this first?” Said Virgil, cutting him off.

”Right, how about we have breakfast first? Do you want coffee?”

”Yes please”

Roman smiled and walked to get some mugs, Virgil looked at the table, spotting the cup, his cup, he was amazed of how small it was, he could take it with just two fingers now, when it was the size of his hands just some minutes ago.

Roman's cellphone started ringing ”Would you mind serving the coffee while I answer outside?”

”oh, not at all”

”and you can take any other thing you want for breakfast, it's your house too after all” said Roman as he went outside the apartment, without noticing he left the door open.

Virgil took the mugs and poured the coffee, he opened some cabinets until he found the cookies he was looking for, he wanted to do something for Roman, but he could decide what, he left everything on the table and went to ask Roman what would he like, he was about to get out when he heard the conversation he was having.

”-I just didn't like the idea of being borrower sized... I know the teacher said it was supposed to change us both but... hey it worked! That's what matters, Virgil's normal size, I didn't have to shrink, everyone's happy-”

Virgil backed away from the door ’Roman was supposed to shrink? That was the whole point of the potion, that's how he was supposed to learn about equality, but he was just too coward to do it’ he thought as he walked back to the kitchen, he looked at the counter where the potion was, if Roman's blood made him his size, maybe Virgil's would make Roman borrower sized.

He took it and poured a small amount on a glass, he grabbed the needle and washed it, he pocked his finger with it and left it aside, he looked at the drop of blood coming out of his finger, he could still hear mumbles from outside, which meant Roman was still talking through the phone, he took a deep breath and let the blood fall into the potion, this time turning purple instead of red.

He took the glass and poured the potion on Roman’s mug and mixing it, the coffee was dark so there wasn’t much difference, he would never tell the difference, he left it on the table and took some random fruit before his ex owner came back in.

The werewolf went back into the house and into the kitchen “I didn’t know what you wanted so I just took out some cookies and fuit” said Virgil, watching Roman coming in.

“It’s okay, I’ll take you somewhere to eat after school” he said smiling and taking his mug, Virgil watched as Roman took a sip from his coffee “where would you like to go?”

“Uhm...wherever you want to take me it’s fine for me...” he said, drinking some of his coffee.

Roman drank some again but stopped when he sniffed it “wait, something’s not right...” he continued smelling “did you put something on this?”

“What? No, what could I put on...” said Virgil, as he could swear he was looking down at the werewolf now “...it”

“Are you sure?” he said, getting closer to the now tallest one and smelling him ” it kind of smells like you... wait, are you taller than me?”

”Maybe is just part of the effects?”

”That could be... but I could swear we were the same height just a second ago”

Virgil gulped as he saw how Roman got a little shorter, for a moment he feared Roman would get angry at him once his shrinking stopped, he also wondered if the process was slower because the potion was mixed with the coffee, or if it could affect his final height.

This time, Roman noticed the change “d-did you just got taller?” He looked down at the mug on his hands, it seemed a bit bigger too “or am I..?” He sniffed his coffee once more, his eyes opening wide when he realized what could have happened “no...” he looked up, yes up at Virgil with fear “y-you didn’t...”

The tallest one felt a bit of guilt, but he had to admit it felt nice to be the one in charge, so he hid it with a smirk “I didn’t what Roman?”

“T-the potion, you put it on my coffee, i-it’s shrinking me” he left the mug on the table, it was getting heavy “why did you do it?” He said looking at Virgil, he was at his shoulder height now.

“Why? Maybe because this was supposed to happen on the first place? But you were just to coward to do it correctly”

The werewolf sighed “you heard me talking to Patton didn’t you?”

”I didn't mean to...” said Virgil looking somewhere else ”but you know what? I'm glad I did, now your little equality lesson can be completed”

”look I-I just thought it would be the same if we were both normal size”

Virgil hummed ”maybe, but anyways, it's too late now, and you're going to be seeing things from my perspective soon” he said, seeing Roman shrinking to his stomach height.

Roman looked around, amazed at how everything was getting bigger, he felt like a little kid as he shrunk to be eye level with Virgil’s waist.

”aww, does the prince feel a little overwhelmed?” Said the ex-borrower, he took Roman from under his arms and lifted him, making them be eye level once again ”you're so light, I never thought I would be able to be bigger than you, to be able to pick you up like nothing” Virgil tossed Roman in the air and caught him, making him yelp.

“just think about it, less than an hour ago, I was just a couple of inches tall, you had complete control over me and I could do nothing about it, but you gave me the opportunity to turn the tables” he left the shrinking werewolf on the table as he was now just two feet tall.

Roman blushed of embarrassment, Virgil was right, he was helpless, he could barely move around his on apartment without help at this size, he was at Virgil’s mercy, unable to stop him of whatever he wanted to do to him.

Virgil pinched the back of the werewolf’s shirt between and lifted him up “it seems like you’ve stopped shrinking already, I can’t believe we’re this small” he left Roman on his palm and walked to their room ”There are some things I want you to notice”

The shrunken one was left on the desk ”Let's start with this” Virgil opened his cage’s door and pushed him inside, closing and locking the door behind him, Roman turned to see him and grabbed the bars ”How do you feel Roman?”

Roman looked around the cage, he had tried his best to make it as cozy as he could, he didn't even called it a cage anymore, but that didn't made it feel less like one ”Trapped...” he said looking down.

”And how did you feel when I grabbed you?”

”...Controlled, vulnerable...”

”There you go, now imagine how I feel with those things being a borrower with anxiety, but of course, you didn't even cared that much to read my file, so you don't know that”

Roman's eyes went wide ”b-but why didn't you said anything” he said looking up at Virgil.

”Uhm, did you heard when I told you I have anxiety? You're stammering, you're afraid to speak to me and you ask me why I didn't point out the things you were doing wrong?”

”Virge... you don't have to be afraid of me, you're allowed to tell me if I'm doing something wrong”

Virgil hummed ”well, you could show interest more often, and you can't ask me to not be scared of you” he opened the cage and grabbed Roman in a fist, taking him out ”The only reason I'm telling you this is because you're not scary like this”

Roman yelped as giant fingers surrounded him, bringing him close to giant eyes ”W-well... you are scary like this...”

The ex-borrower softened his gaze and opened his hand, he of all creatures should know what it feels like to be vulnerable, to feel powerless, and he was making Roman feel that, he wasn't thinking on his perspective ”y-you think I'm scary?”

”w-well... you had me on your fist, you were almost yelling at me, a-and I was just so close to your frowned face... it was overwhelming”

Virgil looked away from the shrunken creature on his hand, he hated everyone who was bigger than him just because they used their size as an advantage over him, and now he was doing it, thinking about how someone so small felt was way more difficult than he thought it would be, even for him ”sorry...” he left Roman back in the desk.

Roman looked up at him “Don’t worry, I know it’s hard to think about how someone feels when they’re so small, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t care enough, but I do, you don’t know how much I freak out when I have to carry you, or when I feel you’re too close to me” he said looking away “I thought that if you were normal sized, it would have been easier for us to be friends, that’s what I didn’t want to shrink” his ears were folded down “but you were right, I was scared of seeing your perspective, of seeing how bad owner I was”

Now Virgil felt guilty, but he huffed “I guess we both suck at telling each other how we truly feel”

”You're not wrong in that” said the werewolf returning the brief laugh ”Would you be willing to make an agreement?”

Virgil hummed ”what kind of agreement?”

”We won't stay quiet, when something's bothering us we'll tell each other to see how we can fix it” Said Roman extending his hand towards Virgil

He thought for a moment ”And none of us will get mad?”

”And none of us will get mad” said Roman ”Deal?”

Virgil took Roman's hand between his fingers ”Deal” he said shaking it slightly.

Roman took his hand away from Virgil's fingers when the handshake stopped ”So... what do we do now?”

”I don't know” Virgil shrugged ”Does the potion has a time limit or something?”

Roman hummed, thinking ”Yeah, it has to be an hour or so, I think I left an alarm on my phone”

Virgil was about to get up to look for Roman’s phone when a loud noise came from the kitchen, the alarm, has it really been an hour already? He felt a tingling sensation run through his body “I think the effect’s running off already” he said as he shivered.

He saw how the table was starting to get taller, he stood up and pushed the chair closer to the desk, he started climbing it once he was eye level with it, he got up of the chair and tried to get up the desk, but the shrinking made it difficult, he was about to slip when Roman grabbed his hand and pulled him up, it was a little hard since he was still bigger than him.

After some more seconds, both of them stood on top of the tale, borrower sized, Virgil huffed “we’re the same size again” he looked at his owner -friend? And hesitantly pulled him into a hug.

Roman returned the hug wagging his tail, they broke the hug after some time “I guess we have to wait until I grow back to normal”

“yeah, that would be the best…”

It wasn´t long before Roman started to grow, there was half an hour or so between when Virgil drank him drank the potion and that was why they didn’t returned to their original size at the same time.

When they both went back to normal, they both realized Roman had skipped school, he had to call Patton to tell him he was okay and stop him from panicking.

“Pat, I promise everything’s alright…I’ll tell you everything tomorrow…promise…see ya then” the werewolf hung up his phone and looked at his borrower, sitting in the table eating a cookie, they were both hungry since they didn’t ate breakfast either “better?”

“definitely” answered Virgil, taking another bite as Roman reached for a cookie from the package behind him “about everything you told me… it was true right?”

Roman bit his cookie and chewed it a bit before answering “of course it was true! I want you to be comfortable with me, not as your owner but more like as a friend”

The borrower smiled “You weren’t that bad of an owner, over all people, I think I’m lucky I ended up with you”

Roman returned the smile “and you’re the best borrower I could have ever asked for”

[perspective-series]

Werewolf Perspective (1/10)

By @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: None

(Check the reblog for links to the previous chapters!)

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 Logan frowned, looking down at his map again. The whispering woods were no joke and it was easy to get turned around within the massive forest. Indeed, this deep in the fauna had grown abnormally large, a clear sign that Logan had officially entered the realm of Giant creatures.

 The alchemist paused, hearing an abnormal shuffling amongst the underbrush ahead of him. Logan pressed himself to the trunk of a tree. He quieted his breathing, his hand coming up to the dagger at his side.

 Roman had caught the whiff of a human the second it had entered into his territory. The smell of it was faint, of course given both the size and distance but it only grew as Roman stalked closer. He peered through the trees, knowing the brush around him gave him enough camouflage that human couldn’t see him quite yet. But Roman could see him perfectly fine.

 The human seemed to have heard him though, as he touched the dagger at his side. Roman snorted as if that tiny knife would do anything against him. He had to wonder why this human was even here, though. No one ever came here. He stalked a bit closer.

 Logan backed further away, noticing the rustling drawing nearer. He glanced behind him, wondering for a moment if it would be better to fight or run. Strength had never been Logan’s strong suit, and likely he would be no match for any of the large fauna that called this neck of the woods home. With this in mind, Logan began to quickly but quietly dash back the way he came, hoping he could remain unnoticed.

 Roman frowned as he saw the human begin to run. He didn’t want the human to just leave. Not before he could meet him at the very least. Getting into position, Roman jumped up and landed a few feet in front of the human, grinning wide.

 “Well, where do you think you’re going.”

 “Ah!” Logan quickly tried to skid to a halt, only to fall flat on his back nearly underneath the Giant that had pounced so quickly in front of him. Looking up, Logan realized that the creature was not entirely human-looking, as it had a pair of furry ears sprouting from its head, and the mouth that grinned down at him held a pair of vicious canine fangs. Not just a Giant, then. A Werewolf.

 Logan quickly scrambled to his feet, backing up several long strides and unsheathing his dagger. “I’m not looking for trouble.” He explained, looking between his weapon and the beast and realizing he hardly stood a chance of dealing any damage.

 Roman titled his head, not even worrying about the small dagger aimed at him. “Then what are you looking for?” Roman asked.

 “I’m just looking for a few potion ingredients.” Logan kept his tone non-confrontational. “There are some more rare specimens that grow out here that I have use for back home.”

 Roman blinked. “Ingredients for potions?” He had never seen a human come out this far just to gather a few plants and such. This human was pretty brave for doing so, something Roman couldn’t help but admire.

 Roman shifted so he was sitting on his knees instead of on all fours on the ground. He now looked down at the human. “Well, not that you would know this or anything, but you kind of entered into my territory,” Roman explained.

 “I apologize for the intrusion.” Logan bowed as a further form of apology, certainly not wanting to anger a Werewolf. Logan had not heard much about the creatures, seeing as few humans had had encounters with the beings. “I shall certainly be on my way out of your territory immediately.”

 “Oh no! You don’t have to do that,” Roman said, still grinning. “I just brought attention to it because I happen to know this area like the back of my hand. I could certainly help you gather the ingredients that you need.” He looked down at the human with excitement. Helping the human not only sounded fun but Roman would hate to see the human die. The forest was a dangerous place for a human, after all.

 Logan’s eyebrows raised as he cautiously looked up from his bent-over position. “You would do that?” Indeed, Logan had already become quite turned around. Some guidance would be most satisfactory.

 “Of course! I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t.” His tail wagged behind him in excitement. “My name is Roman, by the way.”

 Logan sheathed his dagger, standing up and offering his arm. “Logan.”

 Roman looked at the hand, leaning down closer to sniff at it before grinning and taking it between two fingers. He was gentle as he shook the hand. “Nice to meet you.”

 Logan nodded, pulling his hand back and retrieving his list of ingredients. “Now, the first specimen I am searching for is the phoenix flower, have you heard of it?”

 “Phoenix flower...Oh! Yes, I know exactly what you are talking about!” Roman exclaimed. Using the hand that was still near Logan, he grabbed the human before standing to his full height. “It’s not too far away from here actually, you got pretty close by yourself.” Roman started to walk in that direction, still keeping his grip around Logan.

 “O-oh.” Logan found his gaze suddenly drawn to the forest floor so far below him. He gripped at Roman’s fingers slightly, not thrilled at the thought of a fall. “Well, ah, that’s- that’s good to hear.”

 Roman hummed and stopped soon after starting to walk. He kneeled down and placed Logan on the ground. “That’s the flower you were talking about, right?” He asked, pointing at said red and yellow flower.

 Logan nodded, tentatively taking a step closer as the blossom seemed to glow. Almost scared to make a sound, Logan pulled at one of the large petals, carefully detaching it from the plant. The flower gave a small shudder, but after a moment was glowing just as brightly as before. Satisfied, Logan ran his hands along the petal, feeling its silky texture beneath his fingertips. The power radiating off even one single vein of this magnificent creation could prove vital to his experiments.

 “Thank you,” Logan said, at the last moment remembering his manners as he began to fold and tuck the petal back into his bag.

 “Of course! Was there anything else you needed help finding?” Roman’s tail wagged back and forth hard, excited to spend more time with this human. For whatever reason, Roman wanted to stick around the human as much as possible. Despite having just met the guy.

 “Why yes.” Logan pulled out his list, getting excited himself. He hadn’t expected to reach the phoenix flower within a single day, much less any more of his ingredients. “Next I require a sprig of burguly.”

 Roman hummed in thought for a moment, before snapping his fingers. “Right! That one is a little farther away but with me helping you it will take less than ten minutes!” He picked Logan up again and started on their way. As they walked, Roman decided to make conversation, wanting to get to know the human better.

 “So, what kind of potion are you making that needs all these rare ingredients?” Roman asked.

 “It’s not actually a single potion, but a variety,” Logan explained, slowly becoming accustomed to the feeling of claws wrapped gently around his body. “I like to experiment with various components for unknown results. Unfortunately the ingredients I’ve had access to have proven lackluster, so I’m attempting to increase the strength of my reserves in the hope of yielding more powerful outcomes.”

 “Huh, sounds dangerous but also really cool,” Roman admitted. “So, do you just do this for fun or…?”

 “I do it for the pursuit of knowledge.” Logan’s eyes seemed to almost sparkle with pure mad scientist energy.

 Roman blinked for a moment as he looked down and saw the spark in Logan’s eyes before laughing. “Then you do some admirable work.” Roman praised. The longer he talked to Logan, the more he liked him.

 “Thank you.” Logan looked almost humble for a moment before he leaned more towards Roman. “Most humans don’t respect my work, I hardly ever get questions nowadays besides the occasional request to move my experiments farther from the town line.”

 Roman frowned. “Well, that doesn’t seem fair. Or very nice.” Roman thought for a moment, before grinning a mischievous smile, showing off his fangs. “Would you like me to...take care of them for you?”

 “Ah...that will not be necessary.” Logan gave a bit of an awkward laugh, slowly leaning back again. “It’s a fair request of them, given that my experiments can often have effects within a wide range. Besides, I don’t mind the isolation. I just wish more individuals took an interest in my work.”

 Roman chuckled, dropping the mischievous smile to a normal grin. “I was just messing with you.” Roman wasn’t one to go around and kill humans after all. “And I will happily fill that void and listen! I am actually very fascinated by all this.”

 “Really?” Logan was pleased to hear that Roman’s threat was indeed merely a jest, as well as find such an avid conversationalist. “Are you a researcher of the elemental sciences as well?”

 “Well...no but all the things that you have been talking about sound really interesting. I’d be honored if you told me more.” Roman said before suddenly stopping. “Oh, and here we are.”

 He knelt down once more and put Logan down on the ground.