#werewolf reader

Werewolf reader whose turning is horrific—no pack around, muscles straining against the transformation, clothes ripping under newfound claws, and only terrible loud sounds of agony filling a hollow shell of a forest. First human, then animal.

Werewolf reader who doesn’t have the strength to go hunt afterwards, who doesn’t even have the slightest bit of energy to attack anything.

Werewolf reader who whimpers into the ground, stumbling forward in some sort of mindless crawl.

Werewolf reader who ends up huddled around a set of oddly shaped rocks—pretty, shiny, smooth, but also oddly shaped and still terribly normal.

Werewolf reader whose animal brain instantly decides, “Yep, this is it.”

Werewolf reader who shows up back at the manor bloody, panting, tears drying on their face, reeking of soil and iron, and with a bundle of rocks tucked close to their chest.

Werewolf reader who passes out at the manor’s doorstep, still cradling those rocks, and who can’t be made to let go of them even in their unconscious state.

Werewolf reader who has to wake up and realize that as they look around the room to see the worried faces of their family that they have not only been irreversibly changed beyond human comprehension but also that in their animal state that they have found themselves pack bonded to fucking rocks.

And then we have the batfam who has to gather around the reader and realize as the reader’s gaze turns sharp and suspicious that to them they are no longer family, only a threat. And what they have accepted as pack is not a human being, it isn’t even animal.

Thank god that hes got you, then. A werewolf that is basically a human space heater. Ur more than willing to drape over the lieutenant at any moment, scenting against his neck and chest.

Mostly he just has you lean against his side, either in the mess or during meetings bc for some reason admin loves to keep those places freezing. Ghost gives you the occasion head pats or ear scritch as thanks, the small gesture enough to get ur tail wagging like hell.

But during the colder months, when snow blankets the entire base, its almost guaranteed ghost will grab u from whatever ur doing and drag you to his room. This is your favourite time, because he lets you crawl all over him and and rub ur face against him as much as you want.

"Evening, Officer. What seems to be the problem this time?"

Stay calm, be cool.

He's met hybrids and monster triple their size across his career, but there's just something about that wolf that leaves him weak in the knees and eager to serve their order alone. Confident, loyal- Muscles, don't even get him started on their muscles. How they manage to wear a shirt without them shredding at the seams is beyond him.

They're the full package. His ideal partner. Partner in crime that is. His thoughts towards them are strictly professional. He definitely doesn't lay awake at night dreaming of coming home to them waiting in bed as his personal body pillow.

Commanding in his own right, the officer can offer little more than a shy wave to his fellow canine.

"E-evening- Ahem Evening! I wish we could meet by more pleasant means, but duty calls! Hahaha- I'm sure you're already aware, but a man has been reported missing and his last known whereabouts is this establishment. Hate to do this to you, I really do, but do you have... any..."

The dog gulps like a fish out of water as the wolf shrugs off their coat - pectorals bulging from their ill fitting tee.

"You look a little chilly, Officer. Why don't you take my coat and head on out of here? I'll leave my card so you can ring me with whatever you need."

Okay- Yeah- That works too. Who's to say this missing business man is really missing anyway? He probably just went on vacation. His superiors won't mind if he runs a little late getting back to the station. He has to sniff, I mean- investigate this evidence they just gave him to find out where they've been. If he's lucky it'll lead him straight to their doorstep.

Wednesday: who I date is my business

Y/N runs in like an excited puppy…

Y/N: baby! I found a black dahlia rose for you!

Wednesday; thank you, my pet

Y/N: did I do good

Wednesday; (whispers) you’ll get snuggles later

Xavier:

And then there’s Nikolai. One of the older members of your clan— but he’s never participated in the hunt. Some wolves are like that— alone till the last. Many assume he’s just not built to settle. Perhaps he prefers the solitude too much to give it up. But he was social enough to teach you a few things about the things that grow around the area— what heals and what hurts in the right hands. His sense of smell hasn’t dulled at all with age.

Which is how he manages to find you first on the night of the hunt. Just a drop of honeysuckle oil behind your ear when he was tucking a strand of hair away from your face.

He’s not in wolf form, not to begin with. Not very traditional, not at all. Not very honorable— not when he knows how much the young ones loose themselves to the call of the moon. And it’s as full as it will be all year tonight.

Between a sweet, familiar voice cooing to you, and the savory scent of your favorite dried rabbit snack— it’s easy for him to beckon you close.

“Milaya devochka-volk,” he hums, rubbing the fur of your cheek when you approach. “This old dog’s not ready to give you up to those pups out there… I hope you can forgive me, radnaja. This is the last time I’ll be so selfish— you have my word.”

You’re bigger than a normal wolf, by a rather large margin. But still young. The older a werewolf, the more mythical in proportion. Despite the moon being so bright, it’s like being in complete darkness once Nikolai transforms, his shiny black coat all around you. He smells rich and spiced, like rosemary and cloves, and it has you relaxing under him in a matter of moments.

Robert Robertson III x wolf hybrid reader 

Headcanons 

*looks at how long it's been since I posted* heyyy...... how uh... how is everyone doing? 

Was visualizing reader as a werewolf, kinda like the werewolves in diablo 4, or like... yugo from bloody roar, ya know? Those anthro wolves walking on two legs deal. Except you have hands and fingers. 

saw this picture in pinterest and got inspired so new fic

it's a picture of a wolf pup in a circle of adult wolves being licked by them and it's looking at the camera like it's our fault

P2

first world building, werewolf bites do not turn humans there is a way to turn them but it's not biting and illegal in modern society,

werewolves live in packs which are typically family groups they own their own territory which other packs can challenge them for werewolf packs cannot settle themselves in other packs territories however if pack a gave pack b permission they can settle in that territory but must listen to pack a's rules and pack a can kick out any member of pack b for any reason,

werewolves have very strong instincts making it hard for them to blend into human society they must shift regulery, they need to hunt, they cannot hurt young and their all instinctively wary of newcomers

if a pack looses a challenge for their territory they either leave or die if they die the kids are sent into foster care with a specialised case worker who will try to get that kid fostered by werewolves however the kid can request human fosters and if that human foster parent live inside a werewolf packs territory the werewolf pack cannot challenge or drive off the pup

circling back to territories you can only claim towns, villages and other small civilisations or forests cities cannot be claimed as thats where werewolves who want to live as humans live, the average human does not know werewolves exist

in this au none of tf141 ever joined the military price inherited the territory, Ghost had a werewolf mother and his father was human (in my lore its so deeply ingrained in werewolf dna to not hurt kids that his dad has to be human) after the whole ordeal with his family he moved to the city but stuck on the outskirts where price spotted him and courted him, Kyle was a city wolf born and raised he craved the life style and pack bond of more feral wolves so when he was old enough he took off to the woods ghost and price couldn't in good concious let such a pretty, strong smart wolf go so they courted him aswell (imma glaze gaz he's my fav) now soap was originally human and did join the military but after a head injury was forced to retire and seek out physical therapy the most apealing one he could find was in roseberry in the local hospital that gaz voluntired at when bored they got close and the pack kidnapped and turned Johnny (ooh super secret turning method) so none of them know nikolai

your 17 you have one more year until you get out of foster care, your case worker is sweet really but you wish she'd stop trying to get you into werewolf homes you hate that part of yourself you want to go to the city and forget it, fully pretend to be human, you watch the trees go but as your case worker pulls into the new town roseberry it's in the middle of a forest and apearently your new foster parent retired here after his time in the air force you didn't get much of a brief on him but as the car pulls up his gravel driveway you inspect his yard

the yard is overgrown theirs a car on the lawn bushes growing up the wheels a clear sign it hasn't been driven in a long time theres other hunks of metal in the bushes theres a dusty swing chair on the porch you notice the house is placed just infront of the forest handy for when you'd need to shift

you hop out the car when it stops trailing behind your case worker knocks on the door you wait for a minute rocking on your feet heel to toe, heel to toe, heel to toe-

"ah good morning" the door opens standing there is a tall man leaning into the older side a few grey hairs and a russian accent, he tilts his body letting you two into the house and leading the way into the kitchen you and your social worker sit down at a small dining table he stands the table only has two chairs and the one your sitting in is newer like he brought it recently a clear sign he doesn't get many visitors

"so Mr Nikolai you are aware of y/n's situation correct?" your case worker questons

"ah yea she's a dog sometimes?, and im not meant to tell people" Nikolai answers sounding unsure the use of the word makes you grunt a little annoyed

"yes, how about you show y/n up to her room while we go over the rest of the paper work"

"right yeah come on kid" everything nikolai does and says is somehow both confident and questioning you get up following him up the stairs your door is the first to the left, he opens it and follows after you into the room it's all very... girlish

your greeted with pastel pink walls white ikea shelves on majority of the walls and a loft bed with a desk under it on one of the walls is a pair of sliding doors presumably the closet this room would sort a younger girl better but you can make it work it's decidedly one of the better rooms you've been put in, when you turn around nikolai is gone so you put your back pack down next to the desk and exit the room nikolai is helping your case worker carry in your suitcase

"oh y/n im just gonna put your stuff in your room why don't you head out to the forest get yourself situated sniff around" your case worker says cheerfully waving you out the door you shift into your wolf form more of a pup really in the awkward stage of growth but between the fluff and healthy layer of fat you don't look too lanky you pad your way thru the hallway and out the back door, the fence is high you probably can't jump it so instead you focus your attention digging under it and slipping out into the forest trotting thru the trees

the forest is rather uneventful a few smaller game animals the occasional deer foot print you find a fallen log and sniff around it the inside is big enough to fit so with nothing better to do you stick your head in sniffing around until a set of teeth grip your back and drag you out you yelp and swipe at the ground but you can't get free that is until your carried further from the log and dropped on the ground you snarl turning to look at the offender to find a big reddish brown wolf with peircing blue eyes he circles you slightly tail wagging he crouches chuffing playfully at you snarl at him and he just lowers further, the hair along his spine is longer then the rest making it look like a type of dorsel fin he hops closer batting at you, you bat back at him and you circle each other, he clearly want's to play but your not eager to play with a strange man in the woods werewolf or not which he clearly is you can smell the human on his so run at him pretending to try get around him only to fall back turn around and run full speed back to nikolais fence you stop just infront seeing the wolf pause at the treeline watching you longingly you growl one last time which only makes his tail wag you crawl under the fence

@pixopix, made the divider

I don't know if this post will even make it out of my drafts let alone it I'll ever attempt to actually write for this so I decided to throw the idea out into the void. I'm going to go ahead and warn you guys that pretty much all of my knowledge comes from fanworks. This is only a brief summary of my idea. I have more in-depth ideas for the concept and I have an idea as to how everyone's relationship with Reader is (for the characters I know the most about) but since I don't know how interested anyone is in this and because I will yap if left unchecked I'll save those for if people ask.

Reader is Bruce's biological kid and neglected (obviously). They love reading, especially fantasy and supernatural stories. They go to a summer camp one year and get bit by a wolf during the last full moon there. When they get home they figure out that they're a werewolf. They manage to figure this out before their first full moon and prepare themself for it. The full moon goes by and nobody knows they're a werewolf and they've managed to not hurt/kill anyone.

Reader continues to do this for a few months and things are going great. But one month a bunch of murders happen in Gotham, all on one night, all of the victims have been torn up in typical werewolf violence fashion. The fam is put on alert but there's no more attacks until the next full moon. The victims are once again found in brutal ways. They eventually come to the conclusion that it's a werewolf or someone pretending to be one at least. Reader also realizes this and decides to investigate on their own. This could be for a few reasons.

Reason one: They're lonely and want someone who could possibly relate to them and become their friend.

Reason two: They're upset that another werewolf is encroaching on their territory.

Reason three: They're worried that this investigation will somehow lead back to them and get them in trouble.

Reason four: They're worried for the other werewolf and think that it might be someone who doesn't know how to properly prepare themself for the full moon so they want to find them and offer help.