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Fandom: Teen Wolf
Word Count: 465
Pairings: None (Gen)
Summary: He doesn't look up at the sky much. Not anymore. Not since he was fifteen and happy and excited because he was certain, so certain, he'd found his mate.
In his youth, he did. He would run with his family across their land, still bound to his human form, gangly arms and legs and buck teeth flashing in the moonlight as he giggled and laughed, ran and ran until he couldn’t run anymore. He would collapse against the soft grass and his mother, a beautiful black wolf with blood-red eyes, would stop running when he did, would circle around his exhausted pre-teen body and nip gently at his ears and nose, snuffle at his hair.
He would lie on his back and stare up at the full moon that only sluggishly pulled at his body, at the stars or the clouds or the tree branches above, and he’d watch as his father came up, a stocky grey wolf that licked at his mother’s muzzle and rolled to show his belly.
His mother and father would take him back to the house, even though the rest of their family would continue running in the deep woods, and he would lie sleepy against his mother’s strong back, one hand buried in her ruff, the other stretched out to touch his father’s thick coat. His mother and his father walked in tandem, perfect mirror images of each other, so attuned to the other’s motions that when his mother shifted to walk around a tree his father had already pulled away to flow around the tree’s other side.
You will find someone, one day, Der-bear. Someone who will be to you what your father is to me.
When?
When the moon calls to your blood in the dark of the moon. When the stars twinkle in the sky even though the sun blocks them out. When your someone stands before you and you feel more wolf than human, no matter the human skin that encases you.
That doesn’t make sense, mom.
It will, some day. When you get older, when you run with us under the moonlight, I’ll explain it to you.
Does Laura know? James?
Laura and James are older than you.
And she’d poke his nose and tuck him into bed, with the promise that some day he’d meet his someone special. Some day he’d meet his mate.
He’d thought he had, at fifteen, still too young to really control his transformations, still too raw to really control his feelings. The substitute teacher was interested in him – in his writing, in his life. In his family. Kate Argent made his heart pulse, his blood race, his emotions scatter. Close enough, he figured, to the magical description his mother had given him at eleven about how it would feel when a wolf met their mate.
But he was wrong.
He doesn’t look up at the sky much, anymore.
Word Count: 465
Pairings: None (Gen)
Summary: He doesn't look up at the sky much. Not anymore. Not since he was fifteen and happy and excited because he was certain, so certain, he'd found his mate.
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He doesn’t look up at the sky much, anymore.In his youth, he did. He would run with his family across their land, still bound to his human form, gangly arms and legs and buck teeth flashing in the moonlight as he giggled and laughed, ran and ran until he couldn’t run anymore. He would collapse against the soft grass and his mother, a beautiful black wolf with blood-red eyes, would stop running when he did, would circle around his exhausted pre-teen body and nip gently at his ears and nose, snuffle at his hair.
He would lie on his back and stare up at the full moon that only sluggishly pulled at his body, at the stars or the clouds or the tree branches above, and he’d watch as his father came up, a stocky grey wolf that licked at his mother’s muzzle and rolled to show his belly.
His mother and father would take him back to the house, even though the rest of their family would continue running in the deep woods, and he would lie sleepy against his mother’s strong back, one hand buried in her ruff, the other stretched out to touch his father’s thick coat. His mother and his father walked in tandem, perfect mirror images of each other, so attuned to the other’s motions that when his mother shifted to walk around a tree his father had already pulled away to flow around the tree’s other side.
You will find someone, one day, Der-bear. Someone who will be to you what your father is to me.
When?
When the moon calls to your blood in the dark of the moon. When the stars twinkle in the sky even though the sun blocks them out. When your someone stands before you and you feel more wolf than human, no matter the human skin that encases you.
That doesn’t make sense, mom.
It will, some day. When you get older, when you run with us under the moonlight, I’ll explain it to you.
Does Laura know? James?
Laura and James are older than you.
And she’d poke his nose and tuck him into bed, with the promise that some day he’d meet his someone special. Some day he’d meet his mate.
He’d thought he had, at fifteen, still too young to really control his transformations, still too raw to really control his feelings. The substitute teacher was interested in him – in his writing, in his life. In his family. Kate Argent made his heart pulse, his blood race, his emotions scatter. Close enough, he figured, to the magical description his mother had given him at eleven about how it would feel when a wolf met their mate.
But he was wrong.
He doesn’t look up at the sky much, anymore.
