#werewolf!troy

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Happy Halloween! 🐺🌕🦇

Werewolf!Troy x Vampire!Emma on a halloween date 💞 dressed in their cowboy and cheerleader costume 😘

I’m so glad I drew this out in time for halloween, this ship forever lives rent free in my head. This was supposed to be more bloody/dark but I went with romantic instead haha 

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Werewolf!Troy Drabble #1

@the-graceful-dahlia Here’s what I came up with on the fly

Nightmare

Author Note: Follows the Teen Wolf canon of werewolves. Troy is an Omega. He was bit by a random Alpha that he never saw again. Nick is the closest thing he has to a pack even though he’s human. And his eyes glow blue since he’s killed innocent people.

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Troy woke with a start, the urge to howl clawing its way up his throat. He bit back on it, remembering that he can’t do that, it’s too dangerous. Nick grumbles next to him, shifting in his sleep as he hadn’t been woken by Troy’s sudden movement. Troy looks down at him and lets out a slow breath before letting his eyes glow, his wolf senses making it easier to see in the back of the dark van they found to sleep in that night.

The vehicle is musty smelling, dust and stale air making it almost hard for him to breathe, but because of the lack of ventilation he can also clearly smell his and Nick’s scent mixing in the small space. It helps calm him down further, the urge to let his features shift and let out a howl fully gone a moment later.

Nick’s laying on his stomach, the side of his face smushed into the bundled-up shirt he’s using as a pillow. His lips are slightly parted as he breathes softly and Troy can’t help but stare at them. He doesn’t remember what his dream was really about, he knows Nick was in it, and that it ended bloody. It made him want to shift and tear someone apart.

He shakes his head and lays back down, turning onto his side so he’s curled towards Nick, one hand coming up to rest over the one Nick has resting up by his face. The warmth from his skin and the soft tickle of his breath on the back of Troy’s own hand is comforting.

They’re safe. No ravenous undead within range of Troy’s enhanced hearing. No humans that want to hurt them or rip them apart. Just the two of them in their own little bubble of safety.

It’s everything he needs.

He lets his eyes drift closed, hearing focusing in on Nick’s heartbeat as he drifts back to sleep. He dreams of the two of them finding someplace with no undead and no other humans. Just the two of them, safe and happy.

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Werewolf!Troy Drabble #2

Full Moon

Author Note: Follows the werewolf rules/lore of Teen Wolf.

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Nick sides open the door of the barn they’re currently staying in, and is greeted with the sound of a low growl from somewhere far back in the structure. He steps in and lets the door slide closed behind him, mindful not to let it bang against the other door and draw the attention of any dead in the area.

The growling continues and Nick lets out a tired sigh before speaking in a soft voice. “Troy, it’s alright. It’s just me, I’m okay.” he says as he slowly begins to make his way towards the back of the barn.

There are some old stalls that were probably used for horses in the old world, and in the farthest one from the front is Troy, crouched in the corner with his features shifted and his eyes glowing blue as he watches Nick carefully. He doesn’t talk when he’s like this. Doesn’t like the sound of his voice.

Nick comes to sit down on the sleeping bag they have spread out on the hay covered floor, crossing his legs and letting his back rest against the wall as he slides the bag he carried in with him over for Troy to inspect. They’d forgotten it in the truck when they got set up in here just before sundown.

Troy reaches out, mindful of his claws as he opens the bag and pulls out a bottle of water and few cans of food they’d saved for tonight.

Full moons are the worst. Troy’s learned to control himself. Finding it easiest to remain in control when Nick is close by. His presence is soothing. Keeping him grounded. Anchored to who he really is and what is going on around him.

Nick can’t help but chuckle as he watches Troy use a claw to open the top of a can of beef stew. “It must be nice never needing to use a knife or can opener anymore.” He comments, grinning in the low light as Troy rolls his eyes and holds the can out for Nick to take.

Shaking his head Nick pushes the can back. “Nope, nu uh. You get grumpy if you don’t get meat on the full moon. Give me the can of spaghetti o’s.”  

Troy growls and narrows his gaze at the other man in response.

“Cute the crap, Troy. You know I’m not scared of you and your wolfy ire.” Nick says with a thoroughly unimpressed look as he waits for Troy to set aside the stew and open his can of pasta for him.

They stare each other down for a sold minute before Troy finally gives in and sets the can down beside him and proceeds to open the next can with a little too much force that makes orange sauce splatter on him as he rips his claw through the can lid.

As if to prove the point Nick argued a moment ago, he grabs Troy’s hand once he’s finished opening the can and licks the sauce from his finger and claw in a quick motion that makes Troy let out a whine. Whether from concern or arousal is anyone's  guess.

Nick chuckles as he pulls away and takes the can with him. “You gonna make it over there?” Nick teases before pulling a spoon out of the bag between them and giving his dinner a stir.

Troy just grumbles something unintelligible and grabs his own dinner before turning to settle beside Nick. Their sides pressed together tightly as they eat in silence.

Nick stays awake with him for the whole night, and when the sun rises and Troy finally feels like he can let his features shift back to normal, he gives in to the urge to kiss the other man breathless and thank him for being so good to him.

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Werewolf!Troy Drabble 3

Run

Author Note: Follows the werewolf rules/lore of Teen Wolf

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Troy never liked running back when he was human. He was good at it, sure, his long legs and lithe build made him quick on his feet, but he hated it. Running meant he was either being chased, or he had to get somewhere quick that he could get to no other way. Neither situation was usually good.

Now, though....

Now he craved it. Taking off his boots and feeling the dirt below his feet as he ran, and ran, and ran. It was a rush. The way the world seemed to slow down around him with his new senses. The way he could hear everything, smell everything, see what he couldn’t before.  

It became something he needs. Like breathing. Like Nick. He needs to run.

He was itching for it. Practically vibrating with the pent-up desire to move. But they had to stay put. Be quiet. Wait for the herd of dead passing by to get far enough away that they could make their escape.

They were currently in an old general store. Most of its shelves bare around them. Fortunately, they made for excellent cover to keep the dead outside form seeing them move around.

“How much longer do you think?” Nick asked softly, keeping close to Troy. He knew he didn’t need to, that the other man could have heard him whisper from across the room if need be. But he liked being close and Troy liked having him close in stressful situations like this. To help ground him.

“Not long, the bulk of them have gone past. I hear more coming, but there’s fewer of ‘em. The smell’s getting weaker too.” Troy notes as he closes his eyes and concentrates on the sound of soft groans and shambling feet outside. He tries not to breathe through his nose, the lingering smell of rotting flesh making him feels sick to his stomach in away he’d never felt before. On instinct he reaches out and takes hold of Nick’s hand to help him steady himself against it.

“You alright?” Nick asks, letting his forehead rest against Troy’s right temple.

Troy can feel Nick’s eyes on him, and he blinks open glowing blue eyes before turning his head just enough that they meet Nick’s soft brown ones. “Yeah...”he says, voice a little rough.

“I need to run.” He says after Nick gives him a doubtful look.

Nick only nods his understanding, letting his own eyes slip closed now as he keeps close, forehead still against Troy’s as they wait out the herd.

It doesn’t take too long. Twenty more minutes and Troy can hear the last few dead staggering down the road away from them. He lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and lets himself nuzzle at Nick’s cheek, taking a moment to breath in the other mans scent before opening his eyes and pulling back at last. “They’re gone.”  

Nick gives a small nod and moves to stand. “Go, I’ll catch up to you with the truck in a few?”

That’s all the invitation Troy needs. He knows Nick will be fine without him for the moment, and he takes off the second he sees for sure that there are no dead lingering nearby that could give the human trouble.

He resists the urge to howl as he takes off, the pent-up energy he felt before finally set free. He runs until Nick is yelling at him to get in the damn truck so they can make it someplace safe before sundown.

Troy just laughs and finally slows to a stop so Nick and pull up along side him and pick him up.

He feels better than he has in days.