Feeling in the mood to write some werewolves, so leave a pairing and a prompt and I'll drabble something- only rule is that it has to have something to do with werewolves.
claude/danyy puppy pile, 1/2darkangel_0410April 16 2014, 07:07:10 UTC
Let's see, who should I start with...
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Danny/Claude, puppy pile
This isn't exactly a puppy pile, but it is cuddling, so...yay? Set in the Wolves of Chicago verse, during the current playoffs
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No one was surprised when Claude came out of the showers scowling; his bad mood had been persistent all season. Even making the playoffs hadn't improved his disposition for longer than a day or two.
He was still performing on ice, channeling his frustrations and aggression into points and assists -as well as a record number of penalties, but, really, no one cared about that. Claude was a Flyer, after all, people expected him to brawl, so no one noticed that he was steadily getting more aggressive and nasty to almost anyone.
At least, no one human noticed. Any wolf that got within four feet of him could smell the constant misery and pain that had almost completely taken over his normal scent. They also knew better than to bring up the reason why he was so consistently miserable.
Even his team mates (all human except for him now that Danny...) knew something was wrong; they didn't notice that his aggression levels were through the roof or that he went out of his way to start fights with certain people, but they knew he missed Danny.
Hell, it was an open secret that him and Danny were in a relationship almost from the very beginning of his rookie year. Even the current crop of rookies had heard the stories and gossip.
And even disregarding all of that, the way he still had Danny's boys every weekend he was in town and took them to Montreal for holidays during the season when he could, made it fairly obvious that something besides friendship was between them.
Privately Claude could admit that their cubs were probably the only reason he hadn't snapped yet. For all the problems Sylvia had with Danny, she had always understood that the ties between parent and child went deep with their kind -and that for mates, there were no such thing as step-children. Danny's cubs were his, same as if Claude had given them half of their DNA; the wolf didn't differentiate, didn't understand that there was a difference, and the man was the same way.
But as much as the boys anchored him, they were out of town with their mother for the weekend, which meant he would be spending another full moon by himself.
By the time Claude was done with the media and finally dressed, the locker room was almost completely emptied, so he let his head drop into his hands and whined softly, so low that no one with human ears would hear it.
The sound was raw, more animal than human and showed more than words ever could about what his state of mind was.
For a second, his wolf stirs from his abject misery, pushes towards the surface when Claude catches the scent of pine trees and snow, scents that have always meant home and mate to them.
It's just a second, long enough for Claude to tense and whip his head around toward the locker room doors, but when there's no one there, he deflates aga
His wolf scrapes against his skin, restless in a way he hadn't been in months. Claude closed his eyes, let himself sit on the bench and sulk. Only for a few more minutes, then he had to leave, go back to the house in Haddonfield, because he didn't think he'd be able to handle running in the woods alone right now.
"You look done in, mon amour," a familiar voice mused.
Claude froze as he inhaled deeply; mate, his wolf howled, frantically urging Claude to move, to go to Danny. Ours, mate, matematemate.
He slowly swung his head to the side, almost sure that he had finally snapped.
But, no, there was Danny, in dark blue jeans and an old Flyers sweatshirt, a warm smirk on his face as he observed Claude.
His eyes had bled over to dark green, but that was the only outward sign that Danny was anything but completely composed.
But Claude could feel him through the mating -excited, eager, impatient to get his hands on Claude, his wolf straining against his control just the way Claude's was- for the first time in almost a year, the bond was open and there, not muted and faded with distance.
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Danny/Claude, puppy pile
This isn't exactly a puppy pile, but it is cuddling, so...yay? Set in the Wolves of Chicago verse, during the current playoffs
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No one was surprised when Claude came out of the showers scowling; his bad mood had been persistent all season. Even making the playoffs hadn't improved his disposition for longer than a day or two.
He was still performing on ice, channeling his frustrations and aggression into points and assists -as well as a record number of penalties, but, really, no one cared about that. Claude was a Flyer, after all, people expected him to brawl, so no one noticed that he was steadily getting more aggressive and nasty to almost anyone.
At least, no one human noticed. Any wolf that got within four feet of him could smell the constant misery and pain that had almost completely taken over his normal scent. They also knew better than to bring up the reason why he was so consistently miserable.
Even his team mates (all human except for him now that Danny...) knew something was wrong; they didn't notice that his aggression levels were through the roof or that he went out of his way to start fights with certain people, but they knew he missed Danny.
Hell, it was an open secret that him and Danny were in a relationship almost from the very beginning of his rookie year. Even the current crop of rookies had heard the stories and gossip.
And even disregarding all of that, the way he still had Danny's boys every weekend he was in town and took them to Montreal for holidays during the season when he could, made it fairly obvious that something besides friendship was between them.
Privately Claude could admit that their cubs were probably the only reason he hadn't snapped yet. For all the problems Sylvia had with Danny, she had always understood that the ties between parent and child went deep with their kind -and that for mates, there were no such thing as step-children. Danny's cubs were his, same as if Claude had given them half of their DNA; the wolf didn't differentiate, didn't understand that there was a difference, and the man was the same way.
But as much as the boys anchored him, they were out of town with their mother for the weekend, which meant he would be spending another full moon by himself.
By the time Claude was done with the media and finally dressed, the locker room was almost completely emptied, so he let his head drop into his hands and whined softly, so low that no one with human ears would hear it.
The sound was raw, more animal than human and showed more than words ever could about what his state of mind was.
For a second, his wolf stirs from his abject misery, pushes towards the surface when Claude catches the scent of pine trees and snow, scents that have always meant home and mate to them.
It's just a second, long enough for Claude to tense and whip his head around toward the locker room doors, but when there's no one there, he deflates aga
His wolf scrapes against his skin, restless in a way he hadn't been in months. Claude closed his eyes, let himself sit on the bench and sulk. Only for a few more minutes, then he had to leave, go back to the house in Haddonfield, because he didn't think he'd be able to handle running in the woods alone right now.
"You look done in, mon amour," a familiar voice mused.
Claude froze as he inhaled deeply; mate, his wolf howled, frantically urging Claude to move, to go to Danny. Ours, mate, matematemate.
He slowly swung his head to the side, almost sure that he had finally snapped.
But, no, there was Danny, in dark blue jeans and an old Flyers sweatshirt, a warm smirk on his face as he observed Claude.
His eyes had bled over to dark green, but that was the only outward sign that Danny was anything but completely composed.
But Claude could feel him through the mating -excited, eager, impatient to get his hands on Claude, his wolf straining against his control just the way Claude's was- for the first time in almost a year, the bond was open and there, not muted and faded with distance.
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