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Werewolf!Yancy x Reader

Warning: Light Gore, Mature Language, Fighting, Prison Life

Inspired by @the-moon-pal Werewolf Yancy

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Mark and Y/n walk slowly through the commons of the prison, both were dressed in black and white striped jumpsuits with their heads down in shame from getting caught. Y/n took notice of the cautious looks from the other prisoners, some of the prisoners mumble among themselves some even began laughing at the two as if they knew something that the two fresh convicts didn’t. “Well, why did you choose a helicopter if you didn’t know how to fly one?” Mark snaps at Y/n, causing them to roll their eyes and avert their attention to a tall burly convict who was staring at the two as if they had just threatened to take his lunch money. Y/n could care less about their mistake, and they figured that Mark would’ve had some clue; they weren’t the only one at fault in this team.

Mark lets out a heavy sigh as he pats Y/n’s shoulder gently, “but never mind that, We gotta find a way out of here and get that beautiful treasure of ours. Now, we can either rally the prisoners or we can pander to the guards.” Mark suggests to Y/n, “So what’s it going to be?” Mark looks at Y/n impatiently.

“I suggest that you try and rally the prisoners, hotshot. Maybe you’ll get somewhere.” Y/n answers with a shrug of their shoulders. A curt smile turns up Y/n’s cheeks as they watch Mark roll his shoulders and attempt to crack his neck preparing a speech in his head.Y/n didn’t even bother watching, instead they make their way over to the other side of the room. They didn’t want to be linked to the man, in fact, they would be more than happy to get away from him. All Mark had done since their arrival at the prison was complain, and complain; it gave Y/n an agonizing headache.

Y/n leans against the brick wall and bites their thumb as they watch Mark approach the burly convict that had made eye contact them earlier. “I wonder how this is going to play out,” Y/n mumbles to themself as their e/c eyes follow Mark’s movements. The burly man stands and towers over Mark, he was practically a whole foot taller than Mark.

“So you’re going to help me and my fri-” Mark pokes the man’s chest before turning as if to point to Y/n who was nowhere to be seen. “Y/n?” Mark looks around the commons before he felt his body being thrown through the concrete wall. Y/n snickers and covers their mouth to hide their amusement before they felt a heavy hand firmly grip their shoulders.

“Youse is with him, huh?” The man’s voice makes Y/n shiver and takes a step away but his grip tightens on their shoulder, pulling them back. “Whoa, slow down. Why youse so eager to getaway? Youse and youses friend are new here, eh? Let me show you around.” The man’s grip on Y/n’s shoulder tightened a bit more. Y/n could feel the hostility around the room, making their stomach do nervous loops. They pulled roughly out of the man’s grip and brushes their shoulder off gently and looking the man up and down.

The man was a few inches taller than Mark, about 5’6 or 5’7. His coal-black hair was slicked back with who knows what, and his amber eyes were frightening which added to the look of annoyance on his face. The other prisoners were quiet, each watching the standoff between Y/n and this man. Y/n looks around at the other prisoners and frowns as they roll their shoulders.

“Why don’t you draw a picture? It’ll last longer.” They snap before turning their attention to the man who had lost his patience. He grabs the collar of Y/n shirt and backs them against the brick wall.

“Now, who do you think youse coming into my home and calling the shots?” Y/n stares down into the man’s amber eyes; instincts kick in immediately, they hook their hands on the nap of the man’s neck before drilling their knee into his stomach.

The man recoils as a loud gasp echoed throughout the room from everyone, even the guards who didn’t bother to intervene in the brewing fight. Y/n stares at their opponent as they bring their hands up and bend their knees a bit, just like their dad had taught them. The man lets out an inhuman growl, lunging at Y/n quickly. Y/n falls back doing their best to block the oncoming punches; they tried to remember how their dad had taught them. The amber-eyed man heaved a sigh as he lowers himself into a fighting position; there was an almost animal-like quality to it. It was familiar yet so foreign to Y/n; They made the first move, taking a step forward and swinging as hard as they could. They missed hopelessly with a rush of pain exploding from their cheek. Y/n repositions and adjusts to the irony taste that had filled their mouth; their dad always told them there was no such thing as fighting dirty.

As soon as the man threw the next punch, Y/n grabs his arm quickly maneuvering behind his back and pushing his elbow in harshly before pushing his chest against the brick wall. “I’ll break it, I promise.” Y/n says firmly as the man scuffs in annoyance.

“Youse bluffin’ you ain’t gon do nothi-.” Y/n pushes his elbow in more, causing the man to let out grumble to disguise his pain. They could feel the bones grinding any moment it could snap.

“I never did catch your name, so care to share?” Y/n asks as nicely as they could, but truly they wanted to rub the man’s nose into tiled floors. They waited patiently for an answer, they could feel the eyes of the prisoners burning into their back.

“Names Yancy, now officer when you going to let me go?” Yancy chuckles, but Y/n wasn’t listening. They were taking in the small details they had missed about the man. He was in the midst of changing, his ears had become more pointed and what looked like tufts of fur were growing at the tips of them. His fingernails were sharpened to a razor-sharp point. Y/n lets out a heavy sigh as they remove themselves from their thoughts.

“If I let go are you going to play nice?” Y/n questions as they loosen their grip on Yancy’s arm. Y/n glances around the room in a search for Mark but didn’t spot a trace of him.

“Alright, fine. Jus let me go.” Yancy grumbles. Y/n let go and steps back, rubbing their hands together. They touch their cheek which had started to ache from the wearing off adrenaline. Yancy turns to Y/n and puts his hand out with an eager smile on his face.

“Have you been talking? Cause if you have, I haven’t been listening.” Y/n grumbles as they walk across the room to an empty table, and plop down into one of the cold uncomfortable wooden chairs. Yancy follows suite, unfortunately, there was no stopping the morphing once it started. Yancy’s face and head have already begun morphing. “What do you want?” Y/n groans as they lay their head on the cold table in an attempt to soothe the aching.

“I heard you want to break out, I know all the ins and outs of this place. I could help you.” Yancy smirks as he puts his hand out to Y/n eagerly. Y/n stares up at Yancy with narrowed eyes; they slowly sit up and turn to Yancy whose mouth was slowly becoming more and more elongated. Yancy watches each of their movements carefully as they put their hands out and wave them slightly at Yancy.

“Hold on, hold on. You just tried to kill me and now-!” They put their left hand on their hip and point their finger at Yancy harshly, “you want to help me?” They try to keep their composure but it fails; they burst into laughter and shake their head with a bit of a sigh. “You’re just ready to get rid of me because I beat you!” They tease, pointing at Yancy before nearly falling out of their chair.

“No.” Yancy interrupts firmly. “Youse got something special out there and I know it.” Yancy pulls a small picture from his pocket and slides it across the table to Y/n. “It, uh, fell out of youse pocket when we were fighting.” Yancy rubs the back of his neck as he watches Them pick up the portrait. The portrait was of a tall man with large wood stumps for feet, a large bushy black beard, a scar on his right eye, and a pirate hat with a long feather coming off the top.

“Oh, shit. I wouldn’t have even realized! Thank you, Yancy!” They scoop the picture up and hug it but, of course, it wasn’t the real thing and therefore a big let down. Their father was a big man and a paper-thin picture was nothing compared to him. “This is my dad, Magnum. He might be a bit intimidating at first but he’s a big ole puppy! I bet he’s worried about me; he never did like Mark but he was always happy to let me go search for treasure.” They laugh a moment before turning to Yancy. “What about you?”

“Huh? This is home! I killed my mom and dad. This is all I got now.” Yancy hums in satisfaction. Y/n couldn’t imagine killing Magnum even being away from their Dad was worrying for them.

“So, you’re willing to help me escape this joint? When and at what time?” Y/n had completely forgotten about Mark; they were more focused on getting out and getting home to their dad with their treasure. They wanted Magnum to see that they were capable of doing their own hunts. They hoped that Magnum wouldn’t hear about them being locked up like this.Y/n stopped a moment watching Yancy; the transformation was completely. They smirk a bit and cross their arms over their chest. They had seen Magnum like this countless of times.

“Well what about-” Yancy’s sentence was cut short with grunts and growls before he crosses his eyes, staring down at his muzzle. His ears flattened against his head as he lets out a heavy sigh as his amber eyes land on Y/n as They laugh and turn away from Yancy who was struggling to talk with only whines and soft grumbles coming out. Y/n couldn’t stop laughing, holding their stomach before they sit up and put their pointer finger to Yancy’s wet onyx nose.

“Stop. How long have you been this? If you’ve known for a long time then you should know that you aren’t going to get anywhere.” Y/n giggles as they run their fingers through their h/c hair. “I need to get a box from the contanment area before I leave; I’m getting it for my dad. It’s important-” A red alarm blares out, making Y/n jump and lean into towards Yancy nervously. Yancy covers his ears with his paws and gives a low growl as Mr. Murderslaughter and two other officers walk into the commons.

“Can someone turn that infernal racket off?” Murdrerslaughter yells out. The alarm abruptly ends whilst Murderslaughter adjusts his suit and turns his attention to Y/n and Yancy. Yancy uncovers his ears, ducks his head as his ears droop to the side; his long bushy ash grey tail tucked between his legs as he stands. Y/n took notice of this as they turn to look at Murderslaughter, swallowing hard

“You, I don’t want no more trouble out of you! If you keep causing trouble I’ll toss you back out into the real world for the vultures to eat at you; now you wouldn’t would you? I didn’t think so.” Murderslaughter threatens. He turns to Yancy who cowers a bit more as his ears point forward to listen to Murderslaughter, “now Yancy, I’ve always seen you as a son.” Yancy attempts to defend himself but only whines escape him. “Ah, Ah, No. Don’t try to give any protest, you won’t win. Boys, take him to solitary confinement.” Yancy grumbles as the officers stand at two sides of him. Yancy snarls lifting his lips to show his row of sharp pearly white teeth as the officers reach for his arms. Yancy nips at them as he shakes himself out briskly, raising his tail and walking alongside them as they walk Yancy to his cell in confinement. Y/n, however, was put back into their cell alone. Y/n looks around the cell; It was actually quite cozy with a shaggy cornflower blue rug spread out on the floor, a little white nightstand next to the bunk bed. The color of the plush blankets matched the carpet; they were soft to the touch. The only unappealing part of the room was the stiff mattress. With nothing more to do, Y/n crawls into bed and pulls the blanket over their shoulder. They lay back calmly before they were getting sneezed on. Y/n scrunches up their face as they wipe a little bit of snotty off of their face. Right above them, peering down through the wire bed frame was Yancy’s giant furry head. How could they have missed the massive creature under the mattress? Y/n jumps up from the bed as Yancy sits up, pushing the thin mattress against the wall.

“Yancy, What the hell?!” Y/n covers their mouth a moment and looks around before letting out a sigh, “how did you manage to get out of solitary confinement?” They whisper to the massive molten grey wolf. Yancy crouches, causing his pants to rip at the knee. Y/n couldn’t help but snicker as Yancy’s fluffy ear flip back. Yancy drags one of his long claws across the ground writing: ‘I know the ins and outs of this place, just follow me.’

Y/n looks at Yancy, who gives them a thumbs up and a toothy grin, as he picks up a blindfold a moves towards them. Y/n takes a few steps back nervously with a brisk shake of their head. “No, not happening.” They weren’t comfortable with that in the least bit. Yancy grumbles and plops onto the ground, sneezing with a bit of annoyance; how was he going to get them to trust him?

“Yancy, you didn’t say anything about a blindfold. I know better than to let someone put a blindfold on me.” Y/n looks at Yancy cautiously. Yancy looks at Y/n with narrowed eyes, tossing the blindfold on to the bed as he grumbles to himself.

“Oh stop! Besides, don’t you think it’s a little too soon to break out? I mean, I just got here. They’ll probably be expecting me to try and break out. Let's wait a bit, and talk when you’re not a werewolf.” They tap Yancy on his snout, causing Yancy to wrinkle his snout and nips at their hand. Luckily, they retract their hand to avoid Yancy’s teeth. “Hey! I was messing with you! Don’t nip at me!” They protest but the sound of footsteps causes them to tense and throw blankets over Yancy.

“Get under the bed.” Y/n whispers in a panic, pushing him in a panic under the bed and sitting on the mattress heavily. Yancy growls out as he squeezes under the mattress and the concrete floor. Y/n holds their hand down below the head, “bite me.” They whisper. Yancy looks up at Y/n confused before lunging at their hand, only to nip at their hand and draw a bit of blood. Y/n curses loudly in pain, causing the officers to come running.

“What is it? What’s going on?” The officer asks as he peers through the iron bars at Y/n.

“I hurt my finger on the bed, Can I go to the infirmary? Please?” They get up from the bed, showing the officer the crimson liquid that was forming from their finger.

“Fine, but no silly business convict.” The officer unlocks the cell and steps back motioning for Y/n to walk ahead. Y/n steps out of the cell and glances back at the officer before making their way down the hall. The officer directed Y/n through the halls before stopping at the infirmary where was laid out on the bed with a large ice pack on his face. The nurse motions to chair next to the bed before grabbing a bandaid for Y/n.

“What are you here for, dear?” The nurse asks. Y/n holds their finger out to the nurse with a nervous smile before turning to Mark.

“Hey, Mark. Are you okay?” They lean over to Mark as the nurse cleans the crimson liquid from their finger which was beginning to stream down their hand.

Mark didn't give any sign that he was awake, or alive for that matter. Y/n frowns before slapping Mark’s thigh much harder than they had intended. Mark jolts up and removes the ice pack from his face, “What do you want?!” Mark glares at Y/n. Mark’s nose was a deep purple, and his eye was puffy and swollen shut, no doubt the prisoner didn’t let him off easy. Mark’s sudden movement cause Y/n to flinch and lean away from Mark, grimacing at the damage to his once handsome face.

“I just wanted to tell you that I found someone who can help us get out of here, but I just changed my mind. Maybe you deserve to be here, you narcassitic asshole..” They mutter. Y/n stands and makes their way towards the door as Mark scrambles to his feet from the cot.

“Wait, wait! Y/n! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Mark wasn’t able to finish his sentence, for Y/n sent their foot straight between Mark’s legs before storming back to their cell. They didn’t wait for the officer, they walk right into their cell and slides the door shut in anger.

“You can come out, Yancy!” They call out, pushing everything off of the night stand with a loud crash. They plop down onto the nightstand.

“Finally! What took you so long? And why did you need to go to the infirmary?!” Yancy crawls out from under the bed and brushes his hands off on his white t-shirt before looking down at his pants. “Wonderful.” He mutters. Despite being mostly human, Yancy fluffy ears and long bushy tail were still very much visible.

“I went to see Mark, I figured he’d be in the infirmary, but forget that asshole. He’s only worried about himself. I just need to get ahold of my dad. I don’t want to set off more of an alarm than I already have.” Y/n taps their foot impatiently as they look at Yancy, who was trying to look back at his tail, grabbing at it curiously.

“Hey! When’s visitations?” Y/n asks, breaking Yancy from his fascination with catching his tail.

“Oh, tomorrow. I don’t get very many visitors, so maybe I can convince murderslaughter to give you my time during visiting hours.” Yancy gives a small smile as he sits down, curling his tail around his legs.

“Well, are you going to stay in here or-” “We’re bunk mates. I know, I was surpised too. Believe me.” Yancy shrugs and yawns. “Get some rest, you’re going to need it.” Yancy throws at blanket at Y/n before he climbs onto the top bunk.

“Goodnight Yancy.” Y/n calls up to the wolf as they lay back on the mattress, pulling the blanket over their shoulder.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

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“C’mon Yancy! He wants to meet you!” Y/n motions for Yancy to follow them as they walk to a table where a tall bearded man sat slouched. The strong scent of sea salt causes Yancy to wrinkle his nose as he sits across from the massive man. Yancy slouches in the chair looking up at the bearded man then at Y/n.

“Dad, I know you’re mad-” “Where be that Mark? I say we go keelhauling with him.” The bearded man growls out, gritting his teeth before turning his attention to Yancy. “And who be this? Is this your friend? What’s your name?”

“Yancy, I’ve got to say you taught Y/n well. They are quite strong.” Yancy chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Magnum, Pleasure to meet ye.” Magnum gave a big smile but it quickly fades into a menacing look. “Yes, Y/n learns everything from the crew and their old dad, but you didn’t hurt my dear child, did ye? Cause then we have a problem friend; you might be the next one going overboard.” Magnum’s hickory brown eyes slowly dilate as he stares down at Yancy. Yancy fidgets a bit, looking at Y/n for some sort of help.

“No, Dad, it was a simple disagreement. I lost my temper and I popped him in the nose; the officers interevened before things could get any worse, okay? Besides, I can handle him and if Yancy were still mad at me, he wouldn’t be here.” Y/n assures Magnum who merely nods in acknowledgement. “He’s gunna get me out of here soon, just keep in touch.” They whisper as they grab their Dad’s hand tightly.

“Visitations over! Wrap it up!” An officer shouts from a corner of the room.Y/n stands and gathers Magnum in a tight hug before taking a step back. Magnum put his hand out to Yancy with a smile. Yancy firmly shakes his hand but as soon as Yancy pulls away, Magnum yanks him forward. “Watch their back, or you’ll regret it friend.” Magnum growls out in a low husky tone. Yancy nods quickly and joins Y/n on their travel back to their cells.

“So what do think of him? He’s awesome, isn't he?” Y/n says cheerfully as they skip happily towards the cell, swinging their hands.

“Yeah, Yeah. Totally.” Yancy gulps as he walks casually behind Y/n.

“Next time, be careful with your words. Be cautious.” Y/n snickers as they step into the cell.

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