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You just finished your service as a waitress in a bar in (city) and were walking in dark and gloomy streets while smoking a cigarette, trying to decompress from your heavy and tipsy costumers. Tonight was particularly crappy, the bar tables which you were in charge of, were all occupied by lousy men who wanted to feel your fresh flesh. You grunted some insults while going in the path leading to your small apartment. That's when suddenly, you fell on something that had appeared from nowhere and had stopped right in front of you. It is when you rose up, very angry, that you noticed that it was a big dog with silver fur. He was lying on the ground, panting. Blood coming from his mouth had teinted his hair.
He's way too big for a dog, you thoughts. And it was true, in fact, his paws and snout were thin and well drawn, his eyes were a sparkling silver, and you noticed that the fur of his torso was nearly white. You drew near to him gently and carefully. When you lifted your hand to stroke the top of his head, he uttered a deep growl to warn you that he wasn't happy. But you just didn't care and gently put your hand on his fur which proved to be surprisingly soft and thick. His growling didn't stop, but he did not move a muscle, probably too tired by the loss of blood.
« You're covered in blood.. » you muttered while stroking his head gently.
You eyed him before making a decision. You lifted him in your arms, not without several attempts, and started walking to your home. He did not seem to appreciate it and began to chew your forearm, pushing raucous rumblings with a disgruntled tone. But he did not try to bite you too harshly, which proved that he didn't want to cause you any harm. Good boy.
« I'll look after you so don't complain. » you grunted, breathing heavily.
Your arms were hurting and your muscles felt as if they were on fire. Not because he was biting you, but because he was rather heavy.
« You should think about doing a diet. » you said through gritted teeth.
It seemed to have irked him since he send you a death glare before biting you stronger, pinching your skin with his fangs. You tried to free yourself by moving your arm, in vain.
« Stop it or I'll leave you dying on the streets. » you warned him in a scathing voice.
Like magic he stopped his actions and you could reach your little home without problem, although your arms were hurting because this fat ass ate too much. You opened your door with a large irritated kick, having struggled to insert the key, and you rushed in, leaving the wolf on your couch. You resumed your breath, then got up and left to get a towel in your bathroom, that you previously bathed in hot water. Then you came back alongside the wolf who stared at you disapprovingly.
« What ? » You said. His glare was irritating.
He turned his head, haughty, without addressing you a glance. You sighed and sat beside him before taking the soaked and hot towel, and putting it on his fur soiled with bloodstains that had already blackened. It's when you were dragging the towel in the opposite direction of his fur that you noticed that he had a pretty big injury at the neck. Crimson and scarlet skin pieces were glued to his hair and made it even more hideous than it was. You got up and stormed to look after a needle, thread, cotton and alcohol. You sat down beside him and put the thread and needle on your coffee table, keeping only cotton and alcohol in your hands.
« I'll disinfect your wound, it'll sting. » you muttered before you dropped a bit of alcohol on the piece of cotton which was automatically imbibed by it.
Finally he turned his head to look at you and uttered a plaintive groan, looking at you with pathetic scared eyes.
« Such a crybaby. » you said wile a smirk was drawn on your lips.
Then you gently laid the cotton on his wound. He winced and growled but did not move, as if he understood that disinfecting a wound was a crucial step to recover. Yes, he looked intelligent, you thought, too intelligent to be a normal wolf. But soon your thoughts settled on your work, as you squeezed the cotton against his ugly wound. Once satisfied with the result, you put down the used cotton and took the thread and the needle that you previously disinfected.
« This time it'll may be more painful. » you warned him unconsciously.
He did not flinch, his eyes were closed and his jaw was shut tight. You spent the thread through the eye of the needle and then tied a knot with its end. You gently put your hand on his injury to press the cut skin together and suddenly passed the needle in his pink skin devoid of hair that were probably ripped off during his fight. The silver wolf snarled, before shaking. And without you doing anything, he fell to the ground on his back and began to convulse. Violently. That's when his fur seemed to disappear, as though it was shrinking more and more. Its members were twisted and formed odd angles, taking little by little a human silhouette. Its muzzle was shrinking too, gradually forming an aquiline nose and thin lips. His bushy tail disappeared in turn. As his ears, they were completely transformed. And that's before your very eyes that a naked man with silver hair had replaced a magnificent wolf.
« A little more sweetness would be nice. » growled the man with a deep husky voice, who by the way was pleasant for the eyes.
« Hu-huh... » was everything you could say.
Your index finger pointed at him, your eyes and your mouth wide open gave you an idiotic but surprised look. He plunged his gray eyes into yours before laying his eyes on his hands. His eyes widened slightly.
« Oh. » he said, his voice hoarsely bewitching, « My fear of needles made me regain human form. »
NO SHIT SHERLOCK, you internally screamed. Whether you're shocked was an understatement, you were totally traumatized. You didn’t know what to say or what to do. Actually, you could hardly believe it. You never really believed in all these legends, your father had always taught you to keep your feet on the ground.
That’s when the man got up, enthroned like a king ... well like a naked king, in your small living room. Your eyes were fixed on him a moment before the information got to your brain. Dick. Exposed dick. Kinda big huh, you thought before throwing him one of the pillows of your couch.
« Dress yourself ! » You exclamed while hiding your eyes with your hands, still trying to look at his smoking hot body between your fingers.
« Such a crybaby. » he murmured, mimicking you while a sly smile came dress his lips.
You grumbled some profanity towards him before you disappeared into your room and came back with a cover that would serve to hide his masculine parts.
« And if we resumed where we left. » you say, gritting your teeth and ignoring the fact that he could now be a werewolf.
My realistic thoughts of a prude maiden can go to hell, you thought, I have to finish what I started. The man nodded while sighing and sat down next to you, then lifted his head, so that you could reach the wound of his neck where the needle was still stuck. Awesome, you grunted internally before putting yourself to work.
« You do not look so shaken by what I am. » stated the man with silver hair, startled when the head of the needle split his skin.
« I'll have my crisis of hysteria later, healing you is more important at the moment. » you replied focused on your hand and the needle.
« Smoker. »
« Huh ? » you asked kind of lost.
« My name. »
« Oh ... I'm (Y/n). » you stated.
He nodded, but stopped short when you reprimanded him and made him believe that if he kept moving you would plant him the needle in the eye. While you still took care of his wound, he seemed to think of something. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes closed. And then his eyelids rose up and his gray orbs found your (E/c) eyes.
« (Y/n)-san, is it possible that I could stay here for a while ? »
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