ah! i loved that werewolf bit! how did thatch know that ace was a wolf though? what are they going to do to him?đđ
Would it be possible to request a second part to the drabble of were!Ace and hunters Marco and Thatch who 'capture' Ace? ((p.s. I adore your work and can't wait to see more))
Well, I didnât really explain in this how he knew, but it was when Ace said his name as there was already something sent out to all hunters that he had escaped. That little smirky face wanted me to do nsfw, but with the flow of the story that would be a later thing *wiggles eyebrows*
Here is the second bit of it, you spoiled lovelies~! I am super happy you love my work!
Enjoy!
Ace had been grateful, curling up with knees to his chest and blanket around him as he warmed by the fire. They actually joined him with the soup bowls, Thatch going on in chatters and bringing Ace to smile with genuine laughs sputtering hoarsely. He hadnât been sure when the last time he felt this good, actually feel a sense of wanting to be around others. Ace remarked he was fine with sleeping on the couch, but they insisted that it gets too cold for one person to sleep alone.
The bed was large enough to accommodate them all, Ace stuck in the middle and felt a thundering in his chest of being restrained in such a manner. Though, it was overpowered by the feeling of being cuddled and he enjoyed that sensation a lot more to overpower his situation. The following morning he found himself pressed along Thatch and the other side of him bare, but distinctly smelled food cooking with Marcoâs scent and that made him rumble in delight with the thought of good food.
In just a few days, Ace decided that he would protect the two hunters as much as he could and felt a sense of belonging. It was evident they took to him as well, pets through his hair becoming frequent and letting him curl up next to them on the couch or bear rug. They did go hunting, mostly one at a time, but when they both went this past time made him nervous and pacing before deciding to try and do something for them.
Ace looked at the kitchen with a small whine as he made a mess, but then his ears twitch as if to perk at the fact he was able to make something at least. It was a little too late to clean anything as he heard noises on the porch, but he got the pot on a warm setting and got bowls out. He tried to make warm beans and cornbread, but the latter is a little burnt and the beans a bit bland, but Ace tried his best.
âWeâre back, Ace!â The remark leaves Thatch and has the mentioned man turn with a smile, although nervous. âWhy do I smell bur--?â Amber eyes notice him and probably the mess, but Ace holds back that whine he wants to let out with his small smile.
âI... I made food?â Ace comments a little questionably, worried he didnât do enough or do it right. Marco is looking in surprise after closing the door before Thatch comes running up with a grin and hugging him.
âYou made us food! Oh my gosh! I canât wait!â
âI tried, but I donât really remember much.â Ace mentions softly as that fact was true since the last time he had made food was warming up something when younger.
âIâm sure it will be good! You put your heart into it! I can tell!â Thatch praises with fingers going through dark hair and letting Ace give a bit of a bigger smile.
Marco and Thatch easily get a bowl and merely cut the burnt edges away. Ace happily ate it, something he could easily do with what they shoved down his throat at the lab. At certain points, the two hunters would do hand gestures that Ace didnât understand, but ignored the fact. He was happy with his situation and felt his heart flutter when amber and blue eyes gleam to him fondly.
When the weather picked up into a snowstorm, they stayed huddled inside and Ace was always in the middle as he radiated heat the most and the hunters enjoyed that. Everything brought a sense of security for Ace being with the two people that took him in with no further questions and showed him so much in just a short couple week span. The third day stuck inside as the weather has only let up a little, a knock resounded on the door surprisingly and had Thatch gather Ace quickly.
âJust be quiet, okay?â Thatch asked after getting him tucked away in the small closet in the bedroom and burying things on him. Ace had clearly been confused on what was going on, but only nodded while pulling things to hide him more. âWhen they leave, I will come get you, okay?â Another nod leaves Ace as he hears the door being answered by Marco and he tucks away to hide his face as Thatch closes the door.
âWhat do you mean it left?â The words resound angrily and it was easy for Ace to hear them in the small home.
âItâs as I said, yoi. He left before the storm hit and we havenât been able to go out to look for him.â The answer leaves Marco sternly and the situation brings a thundering in him on what they could be talking about.
âYou do not want to raise a gun to hunters,â Thatch mentions sharply and brings a fear in Ace at the words, trying to keep himself calmed. âWe have fought worse than you, a mere human is nothing to us. We donât need to remind you.â
âYou let the only successful beast escape!â Hearing those words strike a piercing sting in Aceâs chest at this being about him. This meant they knew he was a wolf and were planning to turn him over, having him softy whimper with eyes stinging. It hurt to hear and think about as hands move to cover his face to try and prevent his sobs. He didnât understand why they were trying to protect him now, the man is right, he is a beast and no one would ever look at him the same.
The gunshot is followed by hollers and slamming noises, Marco crying out to Thatch, that is sputtering curses. Every fiber shoots into protection as he hears Marco shouting at the man, asking about what he had done. It brings Ace to realize even at this point they hadnât revealed him and that meant they were trying to fix their mistake, hopefully. A growl leaves Ace as he moves to get out of the closet, easily shifting into wolf form as he leaps out into the bedroom with a shake and moves to the living space with a deep growl.
âAce! Wait!â Marco hollers as the wolf already leaps forward at blinding speed to jump at the man at the door, seeing him look terrified at the sight of him.Â
Ace easily sinks into flesh, causing a screech from the man who had a pistol that dropped to the porch somewhere. There is two other men waiting outside that start drawing weapons and Ace merely pulls from the bloody neck to charge at the two men who start to shoot at him with shouts. Two bullets sink into him, but he ignores it while knocking one man down into the knee deep snow and trudges through to attack the other man swiftly.
After dealing with the second man, sinking teeth through his scarf, he pulls his bloody muzzle away with harsh breaths to view to the painted red snow. The wind wipes against his fur harshly and makes his eyes sting, trying to gather himself. He carefully begins moving back up on the porch and peering inside from the other side of the dead man at the door, seeing Thatch holding his leg that had been shot. Marco is coaxing him before eyes from both find him, looking shocked at the sight of him and brings whirling hurt in his chest. Whimpers leave Ace that they would show that gaze at him and he knew this ruined everything for him. He lets his body lower with more whimpers and trying to slowly back away as he hurt at the thought of ruining this all.
âNo, wait... Ace!â Thatch comments with a hand out as a means to have him stop his moving while Marco moves carefully.
âDonât go, Ace...â The words are to coax with hands out, curling fingers as a signal on getting him to come in. âCome on, you are hurt, too... Come back in, yoi.â Marco speaks softly and gets Ace to slowly start moving to go back into the warm home and uses his tail to flick and get the door closed behind him. Ace figured if he were to die, then at least it would be by people he actually liked and cared for him for the short time he had being free.
âCan you change back to human? It will be easier for you to bathe like that and for us to address your wounds.â Thatch mentions this time, though his own leg is injured, and Ace carefully shifts to be in human form with tears streaking his face.
âShh, shh, itâs okay.â Marco coaxes while moving carefully closer to pull him in a hug and Ace begins to tremble with cries.
âI-I didnât ask... I didnât...â The babbles leave Ace, trying to explain that he didnât want to be turned into a wolf, that they forced him to be like this.
âWe... we figured that after contacting them... And we are sorry for almost getting you back in that situation...â Marco explains softly while holding Ace and making sure to run fingers through his hair to comfort him. âWe wonât give you away and we wonât leave you for anything, yoi.â Hands move to brush through hair, but Marco pulls back to look into dark eyes and Ace feels a sense of safety in the blue ones staring back to him. âLetâs get you and Thatch patched up and then curl up on the rug.â
A nod leaves Ace as he moves to stand and Marco directs him to go bathe while he gets Thatch. Ace had helped as much as he could after bathing and declined the bandages as he heals once they fully got the bullets out, but they insisted as he deserves them still. Marco made them food while Thatch held onto Ace and pet him before Ace felt himself shift into wolf form to curl up more with a huff of exhaustion. Hands linger in his fur and pet him with comments of it being soft and earning whines of appreciation.
Ace could get used to this.