MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^The full moon | MCR | (1/2)

(A/n)

Poly ships shouldn't be so hard to write, I love them

Story kinda inspired by The Last Werewolf (Glen Duncan), a really good book

Requested by Tobee10101

*not proofread

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Can't believe this book is almost reaching 200 chapters
We'll need a second one soon

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Some may call it a curse, but it's not quite one. A curse invokes supernatural powers to cause harm or punishment upon someone or something, but this – it doesn't cause us harm. We start learning how to deal with it and all the guilt and hatred eventually turns into a small, ignored feeling in the back of our minds because after all, we've got more to deal with. Being hunted, hunting.

I twist my mouth a bit as I look into the fridge, seeing it's more empty than I'd like it to be. To be fair, the full moon is growing closer and, like usual, hunger tends to decrease around this date, though it doesn't mean we'll not need anything until then. Not to mention it's better to do it before resisting the urges becomes almost impossible. Smelling someone else in the room has me closing the fridge, about to move when his arms are wrapped around my waist from behind; Ray's arms.

"What are you looking for?" Ray presses a kiss to my neck.

"Nothing, just checking things." I pat his hand lightly, turning around so I can peck his lips. "'Thinking about going out with one of you to make the groceries so we've got something at least until the moon."

Ray raises his eyebrows lightly, slowly nodding. "Yeah, we really need it. I kinda feel like Mikey and Gerard ate most of the stuff when you, Frank and I were out before yesterday."

I shake my head to myself, humming. "I'm one hundred percent sure of it."

Ray, Frank and I needed to leave some time ago, probably staying a couple of days out so we could make the preparations for the full moon and also go to that awful monthly meeting to make sure every pack is in peace and decide territory changes if there needs to be any.

Gerard and Mikey used to go with me instead, though it'd often make them uncomfortable. During one of the last times, the alpha of another pack kept an eye on Gerard and wouldn't let go even after I showed Gerard was mine, which got him stressed and Mikey didn't know how to deal with it. On the other hand, this is a situation Frank and Ray can deal with – when it happened with Frank, he clung to me and wouldn't stop staring at the other alpha, baring his teeth, whereas Ray either doesn't notice or doesn't care about it.

Arriving back home to a lot of empty wrappers, cans and bottles thrown around plus the half empty ones I could see in Gerard and Mikey's bedrooms wasn't surprising.

"'M kinda tired, if that's fine." He presses his lips together, glancing away.

"Don't worry about it." I smile, cupping his face so I can bring him for a kiss, making it last longer than the last, my thumb running across his cheek lightly.

Ray hums, brushing his nose against mine affectionately, tightening his grip around me, and lets go of me to carry on with whatever he was going to do.

I leave the kitchen, heading to the dining room, and come across Gerard peacefully sitting in the wide table, with a few books scattered around him whilst he sketches and writes down on his own, with the ink flasks carefully placed nearby – better not bother him. With a glance, I can see the living room is empty, so I move upstairs.