Anonymous said:Werewolf snippet? Maybe like a guy who just turned for the first time or something idk it’s really all up to you // Anonymous said:hello! Could you maybe do one with a werewolf couple, and one is new to transforming so the other is kind of easing them through their first? thank you <3
His lover had told him it would hurt the first time.
He hadn’t quite believed how much, up until the day of the full moon when he felt the first tremors come over him before the night had even descended upon him hungry for his offering. At first, it was simply like the oncoming feeling of a cold. The ache in his bones. The pounding in his head.
By the sun was setting he was sick and was shaking. He made mad plans of basements, of chains, of locking himself up somewhere where he could never inflict this on someone else.
“Don’t be silly,” his lover said as if they could hear his thoughts. They came in with a humongous meat platter - slices of ham, bits of bread, olives, venison, spicy chicken. An entire tankard of tea. “Just take a few deep breaths. Here. Eat. Trust me, you’ll feel better.”
“Your wolf is starving,” their lover said. “It’s just woken up. Imagine how hungry you’d be if you just woke up for the first time in a lifetime?”
Their lover knelt down beside them and offered them a reassuring smile, stroking his hair back from his forehead. They didn’t look at all sickly. They looked as radiant as moonlight, eyes gleaming.
“You don’t look anywhere near ill enough,” he said. Not quite wanting his lover to feel bad, of course, just wishing he could look and feel that well.
His lover kissed his forehead. “It gets better. Once you’ve done it a couple of times, and you get used to the patterns of it. Once your wolf gets used to you.”
“You keep saying wolf like it’s not part of me.”
Their lover shrugged. “It’s difficult to explain. It is, and it isn’t. It’s you, but a version of you that you would never present yourself as. We think something would hurt someone, so we shut our mouths - the wolves aren’t like that. It’s everything you are laid bare. All your instincts.”
“Please tell me I’m not going to get the urge to start pissing in alleyways around the house,” he said.
His lover laughed and shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I mean - you’ve seen me changed, haven’t you?”
“You never let me get close.”
“No. But have you ever been pounced by a mastiff? One of the larger ones? Wanting to play?”
Another violent shudder shocked through him and he clenched his hand on the edge of the sofa, gasping.
Immediately, his lover was there. Foreheads pressed close, cradling his jaw. “Shhh, shh. You’re alright. I’m here.” They pressed kisses to his lips, a little hungrier than novel, a little more teeth, but so unmistakably fond and familiar. Distracting, certainly. His lover had always been the world’s most distracting kisser.
The sky was nearly set now.
“Don’t struggle against it,” their lover said. “People try. That’s what makes it hurts, it’s natural to try and cling. You need to surrender. You need to trust that, when the night ends, that you’ll come back.”
What if I don’t? “What if I hurt someone?” He clutched their arms, squeezing his eyes shut.
“You think I’m going to let you hurt someone?” Their lover snorted. “You’re a scrappy little runt compared to me, you don’t stand a chance.”
It was oddly reassuring, and he snorted too. Kissed his lover’s cheek in thanks.
They ate. They drank tea.
His lover took his hand and pulled him up, leading him towards the door of the cabin they’d rented.According to his lover, there was no point trying to treat it like a quick flu. Better to do it properly if he was nervous. Woods to roam, the freedom to howl, a warmth hearth to come home and curl up before.
And the food. A metric shit ton of food.
The moonlight crept through.
Every bone in his body snapped. He wondered, foggily, if secretly all wolves howled for agony.
Then there was warmth. Warmth and familiar eyes, and a familiar scent, and an utter sense of home despite the strange place and the strange weight of paws and snout and strength he didn’t quite know what to do with it.
His lover nuzzled against his neck and made soft sounds.
He was still for a moment, panting, brain swimming. Flooded with more scents, more sensation, more sound, than he’d thought possible for the world. The type of secrets that trees whispered, and the solidness of the earth beneath his paws and the moon.
And his lover, wild and magnificent, bathed in moonlight.
When he threw his head back to howl it was for them.
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