how would Momo react to someone trying to "save" him from wolf!reader? like someone with a mindset of him being a small, fluffy bunny, so he OBVIOUSLY needs someone who would treat him better than a predator hybrid could (despite him being the one who would bite you if you came anywhere near his mate lmao)
Oh my god he’d be pissed off.
It’s already hard enough to be a couple where one is predator and one is prey. You’re always getting inappropriate questions and such, but Momo nearly snaps when someone tries to “save” him from you.
You were leaning down to give him a quick kiss when a woman stepped forward. “Get away from him, you beast!”
The two of you are confused when Momo is forcefully yanked away from you by another bunny hybrid. “Are you okay? I think she was trying to bite your head off.”
Your mate stares at the woman in anger, snarling before jerking his arm away. “Don’t you fucking touch me. That’s my mate you’re talking about, don’t you dare say that!”
He stands in front of you protectively, his chest puffed out and his foot thumping agaisnt the ground. Momo is ready to fight anyone that tries to take you away from him, and can’t stand people thinking the worse of you.
The woman runs away, crying as he turns to nuzzle and scent you. “You alright, love? That must have been scary for you.”
And it was. He practically carries you home as you sniffle and cling to his arm. It looks like he’ll be spending the night making sweet love to his pretty girl to make sure you know how special you are to him~
Thinking about omega wolfhybrid!reader and submission apex alpha!König (I love unusual omegaverse dynamics) were reader is pregnant but they’re wolf brain makes them think that König is the pregnant one so they start becoming very protective of him and it ends with König putting in an early paternity leave and it just says:
my wife thinks I’m pregnant :(
And yes König has to explain to the higher up later what this means
Omg wolf hybrid reader meeting another wolf hybrid
Cw: inaccurate wolf stuff, tell me if I missed any.
Nikto is an odd one. He was big and broad and powerful, everything enviable within his ranks with those cold eyes of his and stoic demeanour. To people, he was as scary as he was dangerous, volatile in his short and blunt sentences that comprised of two or three words to pass on his thoughts and unchanging pace; neither quick nor slow, as if he was watching, stalking and observing prey. It was a skill people sought for, despite how he held himself as unapproachable and distant to everyone —even his own superiors who respected him more than feared.
But to you, he smelled familiar, something about the heady musk that clung to his skin reminded you of something you cherished and lost. It felt as familiar as it was a stranger, unknown yet known, like the nostalgic taste that lingered mysteriously on your tongue despite having forgotten where it first originated. You felt melancholic around him, sad and gloomy until your ears perked up when he glanced your way, a gleam lighting his cold, dead eyes when he met your curious ones. Something clicked, a connection of some sorts that kept forming and breaking whenever your job with KorTac ended and you’d have to bid him farewell from the shuttle besides Ghost.
Perhaps it was a bond, one formed from simple and nonverbal greetings: nods, blinks and frowns, one you had no concrete explanation as to why looking at him made your heart beat faster than it had with any other hybrid —but he wasn’t one, was he? He had no distinctive features that stuck out, or anything that would indicate that he was - in fact - a hybrid. Nikto had no ears that you could, he was covered head to toe in protective gear that only let his blue eyes shine. He had neither tail or claw to show, which left you confused and disoriented. He had the scent of one, the weird and odd character of one, but he didn’t have a single physical sign of being one. Not even a stump from a cut limb!
It started to bother you. Your small and distant interaction no longer enough to fill the growing need in your gut that itched your hindbrain, the one that called all your animalistic acts and feral growls. Your need to touch Nikto, to feel him up close and to know him only grew and grew until you were forced to do something less you made a faux pas that could cause the mission to fail.
So, you acted, against the behest of your handlers and the others who knew Nikto to be jarringly cold and unapproachable, you walked to him with the confidence of a thousand suns, unafraid and determined. Ignoring all the warnings from König, from Mace, from Horangi, from Roze and other hybrids and non-hybrids who knew Nikto better than you did, you stopped before him, your nose filled with a thick and heady musk that kept grew stronger with every step you took. It was woody and cool, like the freezing tundras of Siberia with accents of fresh dirt and leaves.
It clicked, everything you’d gathered in the past months of meeting and seeing Nikto. Your tail could stop wagging, and your pupils seemed to dilate so wildly that your change of demeanour worried people around you, but you were unbothered by them, your attention solely on the man —no, the giant wolf before you.
when dean winchester isn't aware that wolf hybrids can't tell when to stop fighting
tags: wolf hybdrid!reader, depictions of fighting, mild tbi depiction, dehumanization (reader refered to as "it" bc theyre a hybrid), medical innacuracies, use of petnames (sweetheart), second person pov (1.1k words)
author's note: thinking about how dogs can, in some cases, eat themselves to death because they don't know when to stop…
Sam sees Dean in the same way one would see a father who insists he doesn't want a dog, a dog isn't even an option, he won't get a dog because he does not want one one bit. Until you get the dog.
Every day he swore up and down that a wolf hybrid was not a valuable addition to their duo, that they were fine hunters just the two of them and that hybrids were far too unstable to make finding one worthwhile.
Sam didn’t believe him then, and he definitely didn’t believe him after he walked into the motel one day after running out to get some beef jerky from a nearby gas station to find Dean and the stray wolf hybrid the brothers took in cuddled up on his bed in a sort of pseudo nest. You’d stripped Sam’s bed bare to stack up all the pillows from across both beds (you usually slept on the floor because you were worried asking for a bed when booking motels was too imposing) in a ring-ish shape and draped the fuzzy blankets on top for an extra level of warmth. You were curled into a ball in his arms, one of Dean’s hands holding your back and the other continuing to scratch between your ears despite being dead asleep.
So evidently, he liked you. Liked the cuddles, the warmth, liked eating with you, and especially liked the friendly fights you two would get in between cases. It helped soothe your instincts so you were less rowdy and agitated through long cases, and it helped him hone his skills in preparation for the times he’d have to fight without a gun.
Like today.
This time, the sight Sam had come back to was not cute or tender. You two were in the parking lot in summery clothes, knuckles wrapped in gauze and throwing punches back and forth.
“Hey!” he called, jogging over from the car to where you both were, waving a friendly hand. Dean just nodded back, but you didn’t respond. It’s like you didn’t even register he was there. “‘S it okay?” he asked Dean before turning down to face you. “You okay?”
You once again didn’t respond, drawing worry from Sam considering he was close enough that you should reasonably be able to hear him. You just continued to gnaw on Dean, gnashed teeth dug into his shoulder and thrashing your head back and forth. Not hard enough to draw blood, just enough to soothe the ache in your gums granted by your wolf side. Playfully.
“Hello-o-o?” Sam called once more, this time tapping your shoulder. You quickly unlatched and turned around, blinking rapidly before your vision settled on him. Well, “settled” is a strong word, it remained dizzy and tunneled, but that wasn’t new. “You alright? Mad at me or something? You weren’t responding, sweetheart.”
“Pardon?” you responded, voice far too loud for the relatively quiet environment. Like you couldn’t hear your own voice.
He bent down to repeat the little “are you alright,” you turning your head as well to lean into his words.
Before he could even finish asking, you pulled back. “I can’t hear you.”
“What??” he immediately shouted, a wave of panic washing over him instantaneously. Dean too, though his panic was more internal. He was more trained to stifle his panic than Sammy.
You could see Sam’s lips move, but couldn’t quite read his lips, so you just repeated yourself. “I can’t hear you. I just hear ringing.” The tinnitus got worse the more you looked up, Sam being taller than you meant your head had to angle closer to the sky and thus, closer to the sun. It was like the bright sun wasn’t just loud in glare, but also in noise. It was blaring in your ears.
Sam’s head snapped up to face his older brother. “Dean, what happened?”
The worry only worsened as you started to sway on your feet. Why were you swaying on your feet??
“Nothing, it’s fine. I thought it was fine!” he shouted, double Sam’s volume and still not getting past your tinnitus. He turned you around, head ducking so low that his lips quite literally brushed your ears. “Can you grab my hand?” he whispered, not wanting to yell in your presumably damaged ears, but anything that got through the ringing barrier (even if just a faint, gruff whisper) triggered an almost hyperacusic sensation.
You nodded despite the pain, Dean pulling back and just putting a hand up, wanting to test your coordination considering your sudden balance issues. You huffed—this was easy. You extended your hand out, reaching for his, leaning slightly forward to grab his hand (or at least, one of the four you could see, each pair blurring into each other) and—
“Dude, it missed my hand!” Dean exclaimed, as if that was the most worrying thing that occurred in the past ten seconds.
Sam shouted back, “It passed out, did you give it a concussion or something?!” He was quick to bend down, put an ear by your nose and make sure you were breathing. Both hands went under your jaw and around your neck, holding your head still to prevent further injuries in case it was a spinal issue.
“I dunno, I figured it woulda said something if it was hurt that bad?? No complaints, no whines or nothin’, figured it woulda said something if I hit too hard.”
“You dumbass,” Sam groaned loudly, moving one hand towards his back pocket so he could grab his phone and dial 9-1-1. “Wolves and wolf hybrids, they don’t know when anything is ‘too far.’”
“Well, I know that, I thought it was just like a food thing, no? Like real dogs.”
“No, man. It’s everything. Why d’ya think there are so many strays? They don’t know when to stop anything. Including money and fights, it’s why there’re so many homeless mutts, man.”
“Awh, shit…” he murmured, dropping down to your level. “Oh, ‘m sorry, sweetheart…”
He rubbed over your shoulder in the awkward pose you passed out in—like Sam, not wanting to adjust you, as to not exacerbate the concussion—in a wordless display of guilt. If he thought you were really hurt (beyond something like a concussion, something the boys deal with weekly), he’d probably be panicking a lot more. But for now? He was just overcome with a great deal of guilt, and an even greater deal of wanting to look into how to deal with wolf hybrids.
authors note pt2: call me crazy but this is one of my favourite one of my own fics, like one of my personal favs out of of all the fanfiction ive written. BUT i still wanna hear your ideas !!
Just to be clear, there are only six parts to the Wolf!reader that you built off of Rommy, right? And none of the ask about it have defining details that make the story not make sense? Im just trying to understand, I love that series of drabbles and am a bit lost at the moment lol
So far I have written six parts for the wolf hybrid series, plus answered one ask that has important "canon" info for the story. All the canon posts I've written for it are linked on my COD Masterlist here, including that ask (which I call "Soap's Interlude").
The original post by @rawme-price is technically the first official part in the series, as my blurbs are just a little AU of their's. So it's required reading for mine to make sense.
Basically, only the posts I put on the Masterlist (out of the ones I've written, so not Rommy's original post, feels weird to put a fic on my Masterlist that's not mine lol) under the "Wolf!Hybrid Reader" title are canon to my version of the series.
Hopefully that helps things make a little more sense!
