šŗ Dominic's POV
(a.k.a. How to Wolf Out and Still Be an Embarrassing Dumbass)
The second I opened my eyes, I knew I fucked up.
The moon was out.
Too bright.
Too strong.
Too soon.
And I was still in the house.
Still in my bed.
Still near him.
I could smell him.
Here him singing something stupid while wrecking my kitchen.
Lavender.
Boba.
Something sugary and wild and sweet and chaotic and his. And Chicken!!
My body twitched.
Bones thickening. Nails shifting. Ears sharpening.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
I was supposed to sneak out. Run to the woods. Let the wolf loose away from Lean.
Away from the risk.
But no.
I passed out like a Victorian lady after seeing ankle.
And now?
I could feel it.
The change coming on hard and fast, like a damn train with no brakes.
The bed cracked under me. My claws tore into the mattress. My spine snapped into place like a puzzle rearranging itself mid-air.
I clawed the wall, yes the owner is gonna sue me.
And through it all-his scent.
God, his scent. It clung to me like a second skin. Like someone my soul is ment to mingle with.
And maybe that's what saved him.
Because I lost it.
But not completely.
Not this time.
I can still control my mind, that's amazing I am not a wild beast, his smell it's helping me to control my mind.
I felt the wolf rise-hungry, primal, wild-but then... something else.
Something soft.
Something warm.
Like... he is still nearby.
That scent.
It was anchoring. Calming.
I didn't want to hunt it.
I wanted to be near it.
So I got up.
Crawled across the destroyed mess of my room. My paws silent, tail stiff, claws dragging behind me.
I could still smell him.
Soup? Yes.
Garlic? Ugh.
But him? Stronger.
And I thought-maybe... just maybe...
I could mess with him a little. Hehe!
Just a little.
Not in a mean way! Just-he wouldn't know it was me. I'd give him a little scare. Then reveal it. We'd laugh. He'd call me a stupid fluffy mutt and hug me.
Right? This way he won't run away!
Hehe get ready to be spooked Vampire!!
So I waited in the shadows.
He walked in.
Grinning like the idiot he is, carrying that bowl of-wait, did he wear my underwear on his face?? Never mind.
Then-
He screamed.
PUPPERS!! I GOT SOMETHING FOR YO-
And bam now the fun starts he is perfectly scared.
Ok let me play hunt with him.
No dude don't drop it! Fuck my imported bowl Jessica gave me!!!
Oh! Fuck it's actually tasty, how did he even managed to cook it? OK I will not kill him this time for destroying my kitchen.
Soup hit the wall.
Ok I cornered him to the wall, it's fun to hunt
"Look, I-I know you're mad, okay? Maybe I wrapped you a little too tight? Maybe bumped your head once or twice? But hey! We're civilized, right? We-we can talk this out-"
Oh really Vamps? Look now who's talking about being civilized! Wait he is a vampire what if he strangle me in fear? Nah he can't kill a fly!!
Ok let's bark like dog!!
"I-I might look tasty," he whisper, sniffling, "but I promise I'm not! Please don't eat me! If you do, you might catch gay! Or even worse-become a gremlin like me!
You remember right, i pandemic broke out last time someone eat a bat?"
Ahg to be honest, you are kinda tasty, ok people don't judge me I am a wolf so when I first got him the first thing a dog will do to a half dead bird is sniff and lick it! Atleast I didn't chomped him down.
And about being gay ah I ok let's not talk about it!!
He peed himself.
And I was like:
"...fuck."
I need to clean that now!!
I did not mean to scare him like that.
I didn't mean to make him cry and crawl and start bargaining with Satan.
I just-
Damn it.
I was gonna pounce a little, maybe sniff his hair, then turn back and call him a glittery rat.
But now?
He's sobbing. Trembling. Backed into a wall like a wet kitten. Talking about pandemics and gay werewolf curses and 5-course-meal dignity.
And I- I don't feel like a monster anymore.
I feel like a bastard.
Ah what to do? What dogs do? Think dog Dom! Ok let's do some Golden Retriever shit! My dignity is long lost so it don't matters.
So I drop.
Whimper.
Crawl up to him slow.
Press my snout against his face, trying to say sorry in the only language I have.
And when I flop my giant fuzzy self down in his lap?
It's not just for comfort.
It's an apology.
It's- "Hey, sorry I almost gave you a stroke. I love you ok I didn't meant that part. You're warm not cold. Also your soup tastes amazing."
Wait can I talk like humans while being a wolf?
š¦ Lean's POV:
(a.k.a. "Can I Pet That Dawg?!?!?!")
Okay.
Okay hold up.
WHAT THE ACTUAL DEVILS IS GOING ON HERE.
The death wolf- The absolute unit of a creature that just five seconds ago made me pee myself- Is now...
Flopped.
On. My. Lap.
Like a goddamn oversized fluffy mutt.
He's not growling.
He's not biting.
He's not even breathing heavy like a demonic beast anymore.
Nope.
Just... flopped.
Giant fuzzy head planted on my thighs. Tail doing a slow little thump-thump against the floor. Eyes droopy. Tongue half out like he just came back from chasing mailmen and trauma.
I stare at him.
He stares back.
"...Puppers?" I whisper.
No response.
Just the slow blink of judgment.
"...Are you not gonna eat me?"
STARE.
Judging.
Disgusted.
Deeply offended.
Yup.
Still the grump.
Whether man or monster-those are the same eyes that glared at me when I spilled boba on his math homework.
But-
"OMD."
Oh.
My.
Devils.
He's-
He's soft.
LIKE ACTUALLY SOFT.
My vampire fingers twitch.
He looks like one of those expensive plushies you get from cursed Etsy stores.
Big ears, fluffy neck ruff, lolling tongue, smugly tucked paws...
"CAN I PET YOU???"
His wolf brows furrow.
A beat passes.
"No seriously Puppers PLEASE. You turned into a death puppy and almost made me cry and pee a river and now you're literally melting on my lap like some kind of emotionally repressed Disney dog-LET ME PET YOU."
He lets out this low, suffering huff.
Like a wolf sigh.
A "Fine, but only so you shut up" kind of sound.
And THAT?
THAT WAS CONSENT.
"YESSSSSSSSS-"
I ATTACK.
I go full sparkly chaos.
I ruffle his ears first-those big velvety triangles of doom.
"Who's a good murder beast?? YOU ARE!!!"
I kiss the top of his massive, slightly bleeding head.
I squish his cheeks together and make his fangs poke out like a derpy gremlin.
I poke his nose and go "BOOP."
I scratch behind his ears with the intensity of someone trying to summon lightning.
I wiggle his floppy paws and go "Mlem mlem mlem" while dodging his exasperated snorts.
I even give him tiny forehead kisses.
Every time I pull back, he glares at me.
And every time he glares, I pet harder.
He lets out this weird chuffing puffing sound.
Is that a growl? A purr?? A wheeze???
I DON'T KNOW BUT HE'S DROOLING NOW AND I'M IN HELL, YEAH I DIDN'T WENT THERE FOR LIKE 2 YEARS ITS A NICE PLACE FOR SUNMER VACCATIONS.
His tongue hangs out one side.
His tail flops.
He's literally melting under my hands.
"See?? You love this. You're a cuddle dog. You're just pretending to be an apex predator for aesthetics."
One ear twitches violently.
Confirmed. He's enjoying this against his will.
Ok here we go baby!!!
šŗ Dominic's POV
(a.k.a. The Rise and Fall of My Dignity in Less Than 10 Minutes)
"Can I pet you?"
I freeze.
Like full stop. Tail mid-swish. Ears twitch.
Did he just-?
No. No no no. This glitter-soaked demon child did NOT just ask me that. I growled at him. I threatened his life. I literally made him pee himself like a terrified toddler at a haunted house-
AND NOW HE WANTS TO PET ME?
I squint at him.
Narrowed eyes. Full judgment. Maximum grump.
"I swear to god, Vamps..." I think. "If you touch me I'm actually going to eat you."
He pouts.
"Please Puppersssssss!!! You almost ate me, and now you're flopped on my lap like a cuddle beast!! I deserve compensation! Petting rights!! This is werewolf law or something!!!"
I let out a long, exhausted sigh through my snout.
He's not wrong.
I did scare the sparkles out of him.
I owe him.
Fine.
Let him have his moment.
But I swear-just five seconds. Then I'm walking out of here with dignity intact.
---
Seconds Later.
He ATTACKS.
My ears get ruffled, crumbled like some fuzzy hat.
My muzzle is squished so my fangs poke out.
He BOOPS my nose like I'm a cartoon character. And kisses me cold on my nose.
And he keeps chanting in that chaotic sugar-high voice:
"Mlem mlem mlem~ Look at your little fangs, who's a big scary growl boy~?"
I want to die.
I want the moon to swallow me.
But also-
His hands are really soft.
And that scratch behind my left ear?
...Okay, that was illegal levels of good.
I blink.
Accidentally thump my tail once.
Fuck.
"Don't thump again. Control yourself. You're a creature of rage. A beast of the night. You're not some damn golden retriever who needs kisses-"
Scritch scritch scritch.
He's behind my ears again.
I thump twice.
Damn it.
Now he's kissing my forehead. Whispering absolute nonsense like: "Who's a big murder puppy? Who wants belly scritches? You do, yes you dooo-"
I hate him.
I hate how good this feels.
He wiggles my ears like flaps on a toy plane.
I should be biting his face off right now.
But instead?
I let out a chuff.
A low, involuntary, dog-like sound of satisfaction.
He stops for a second to shift positions.
And I panic.
I lift my head, stare at him, and whimper.
Yes. Whimper.
Like a child who just got their lollipop taken away.
"Who the hell gave you the right to stop?" I snort, growling under my breath.
His eyes widen like a kid who just got permission to break every law of physics.
"Oh. Ohhh you like this?!"
SHIT.
Abort mission.
But I don't move.
In fact, I may have just nudged his hand with my nose.
Kill me now.
I'm officially a lap dog.
Next time someone sees me, I'll be in a sweater with "Grumpy but Cuddlyā¢" stitched across the back.
Oh Fuck it feels good. I am in heaven. But don't you dare touch my belly.
š¦ Lean's POV:
OH MY DEVILS.
He likes it.
He likes it.
HIS LEG TWITCHED AND KICKED.
That was a THUMP.
That was a TAIL WAG.
Okay okay okay okay- MOMMA, ARE YOU WATCHING FROM VAMPIRE VISION?! YOU DIDN'T BUY ME A DOG BUT GUESS WHAT?? I GOT ONE!! A BIG FLUFFY MURDER BEAST WITH EMOTIONAL ISSUES BUT HE'S MINEEEE!!
breathe Lean, breathe.
Time for the final frontier.
The Ultimate Power Move.
"Okay, big guy," I whisper like I'm about to perform surgery, "It's belly rub time."
He snarls.
Not a cute one.
Like, a "touch me and die" snarl.
But do I care?
NO.
I've survived garlic. I've survived heartbreak. I've survived that one time I microwaved a metal spoon.
I will either rub that big fuzzy belly...
Or end up inside it.
Either way-I win.
"SIT STILL, WOLFIE. IT'S RUBBIN' TIME-!!!"
And I launch.
Both hands, full throttle, into the softest, warmest, most absurdly plush belly the universe ever created.
He jerks.
Back arches.
Paws flail.
And then-
He melts.
I'm talking drool-out-the-mouth, tongue-lolling, leg-kicking, tail-helicoptering MELTING.
He lets out a long, unholy whine and throws his head back like he just saw THE BIG DUDE OF HEAVENS in the form of a chew toy.
I'm going feral too.
"WHO'S A GOOD FLUFFY DEATH MACHINE?? YES YOU ARE!! YOU ARE!!!"
"LOOK AT THAT TUMTUM!! THAT'S A 12-PACK OF DOOM!!"
"WHO'S GOT A BELLY SO SOFT IT COULD BE USED AS A MATTRESS FOR TINY PIXIES?? YOU DOOO!!!"
He is wagging so hard I think the house moved.
His hind leg is kicking at the air like he's playing invisible drums.
He's growling and whining and drooling on my jeans like a drunk baby cerberus.
And then-
SLURP.
Right across my face.
I blink.
"...Did you just-?"
SLURP. Again. And again.
One big slappy tongue to the cheek. Another across my forehead.
I'm getting bathed.
He's licking me like I'm the world's most precious steak that also did his taxes.
I should be grossed out.
I should be screaming.
But I'm-
"...awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww."
I lean in.
He licks again.
I giggle like a feral toddler.
"Oh my Satan, you're licking me like a popsicle-this is the best day of my immortal life-"
And that's how I, Lean Count, terrifying vampire spawn of darkness oh wait i was born from sunshine, ok too much tv lean! ended up cuddling on the floor, covered in wolf drool, whispering sweet nothings into the tummy of a fluffy grump who could've eaten me but instead decided to become my therapy animal.
World domination?
No thanks.
I have a werewolf now.
Here we go baby
šŗ Dominic's POV
Okay.
Okay what the actual fuck just happened.
I was supposed to scare him.
Just a little.
Just enough to see him squeal and scream and maybe scream "PUPPERS NOOOO!" so I could pretend I was offended and walk off into the moonlight like a cool werewolf antihero.
But now?
Now I'm lying on the floor-tongue out, tail in orbit, and drooling like a possessed toddler while a sparkly chaos vampire rubs my belly and talks like he's trying to summon a Disney musical.
And worse?
It feels amazing.
I mean. Like. Actually, life-altering amazing.
I get it now.
I finally get it.
Why dogs go feral about belly rubs.
Why they roll over like, "Here hooman. Worship my divine fluff."
Why they look like they just saw Jesus whenever someone scratches that one exact rib corner.
Because THIS IS DRUGS.
He's got those cold, elegant vampire hands and he's using them like witchcraft-scritching and scrubbing and kneading into every sensitive nerve in my abdomen like he trained at a werewolf spa.
I should be snarling.
I should be resisting.
I should at least try to look threatening.
But instead?
I'm limp.
Just. Limp.
My back legs gave up five minutes ago.
My tail's still thumping like I'm trying to signal a helicopter.
And when he paused-just for a second to breathe or make some dumb gremlin comment-I whined.
I. Whined.
God.
I'm broken.
Ruined.
He's baby-talking to me like, "Who's a good bitey boy? Who needs his emotional support belly scritches??" and I should be growling.
Instead I'm lying there thinking: "Yes. Me. I am the bitey boy. Scritch me more, sparkle blood-demon."
This is humiliating.
I'm an alpha werewolf. The most powerful creature in the forest.
And now I need two hours of belly rubs a day to function emotionally.
That's the trade-off apparently.
You want to survive a vampire with ADHD, computer hacking skills, unresolved trauma, and a glitter addiction?
You pay the tax.
The tax is belly rubs.
I groan softly as he coos, "Ohhh you like that, huh? Mr. Scary WOLF who almost ATE me~"
Shut up.
Keep rubbing.
...I didn't say that out loud, right?
Oh god.
I think I licked his face again.
Kill me.
Better yet, keep petting me until I pass out.
I'm already gone.
Yup ok now I stand up and I pin him down and flopped on his and now I am kissing and licking his face like a golden retriever not seeing his owner for 5 minutes! He is giggling the most adorable way so I am whimpering.
Ok OFFICIALLY ME DOMINIC QUINN, THE GREATEST GRUMP, THE HOTTEST BRAT, THE POPULAR GUY, THE FUCKBOY OF COLLEGE IS IN LOVE!! AND I AM NOT GONNA PRETEND IT ANYMORE I AM IN FUCKING LOVE WITH THIS OVERSIZED BLOOD SUCKER SPARKLY CHAOS OF GLITTER AND BLOND! I LOVE HIM AND I AM GONNA PROTECT HIM!
And I am crying a bit not gonna lie. Atleast now I have someone who saw the monster in me and still cares. A small howl "Awoooo..."
But he don't have to know it now right? Anyway we both got exhausted and I passed out on him and he hugged me to sleep like a emotional support Dog!! And we both are smeared in fur, drools and pee.