how to be a Gen Z, by Peter Parker

How to freak out your family-Turn into a wolf once a month

Warnings: self inflicted wounds are mentioned, turing into a different animal, which requires lots of bone snapping. so, yeah?

Ships: Spiderfrost.

My eyes shot open as I peered outside, looking at the moon. Shit, shit, shit. You see, I may or may not be a werewolf, and I may or may not be a wizard. I attend Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry in the summer. The avengers think that I just go to some sort of posh boarding school so they never really ask any questions surrounding it.

Anyway, back to my tinsie winsie dilemma. I was sitting on a couch, in Loki's arms as the rest of the avengers (my family) watched some sort of movie. I myself was bit when I was attending Hogwarts last term, so I am fairly new to the whole transforming into a savage monster once a month.

I have of course gone through some small changes when I was bitten, and I am amazed no one has picked up on the fact that I am a werewolf, or that I am a wizard. I think my boyfriend, Loki, has some suspicions, however he never questions me.

Anyway, back to the changes that I have endured. My senses stayed the same, due to the fact that they were already amazing. Same with strength and endurance. No one noticed the new scars, they all just presumed it was from spidermaning. I do however have a little wolf inside my head named Richard. He helps guide me with all things wolf related. The only thing that really has penetrated my mind is the fact that I am apparently an Omega and I have a mate, Loki. I have yet to tell him this.

I seem to have veered off track a little. Anyway, turning into a werewolf and freaking out. I could feel my eyes changing and I quickly scurried out of my boyfriend's arms and dashing to my bedroom, leaving a trail of surprised Superheros behind. I bit down on my tongue as my bones started to snap and shift. I always forgot how painful this was.

I opened my bedroom door and quickly ran into my room. I slammed the door shut and Friday locked it at my command while putting up noise counting systems. I howled in pain as my face slowly started to turn into a muzzle, my organs reshaping, my spine lengthening. My hands turned into claws and I started to scratch myself, leaving trenches of blood across my furing stomach.

After 5 minutes of horrible pain, it stopped, and I layed on the ground, whimpering. I was different to most werewolves, I had a lot more control over my wolf side. I could decipher thoughts more clearly, even if I normally relied on instinct. Richard did help, however he was more in a state of mind.

I slowly stood up on my 4 limbs, letting out a growl as I smelled people outside of my room.

"Hey Peter? Going to let us in buddy?" A deep voice spoke, I think he was my Papa, not too sure though.

I growled in response, lifting my lips off my sharp teeth and snarling. The voice echoed around the room, sending chills down everyone's spines.

"Darling, are you okay?" The sound of my mate spoke next, I let out a little chirp of happiness at the thought of someone looking after me, worrying for me.

"It sounds like there is a dog in there honey, I am going to open the door slowly." My mate spoke again, I felt the others shift and I heard a few muttering and joking that I could be a werewolf. They had no clue.

I howled happily in response when the door opened to very stunned heroes. I jumped and leapt happily, bounding towards a scared but understanding Loki.

I jumped into his arms, snuggling my snout into his neck and breathing in. I felt someone getting closer, (I think it was Tony, who knows? All logic is yeeted out of the window in this form). I growled, I did not want him closer to my mate.

I lifted my head up snarling at him, while Loki held into me. In the corner of my eye I could see Clint fangirling.

Loki started to rub the soft fur on my back and started to speak. "Everyone out". His tone held no room for argument.

The soft shuffle of feet was heard as the rest of the hero's walked silently out of the room, closing the door behind them.

While still holding me, Loki walked over to the bed and sat down on it. He shifted my position ever so slightly and pressed a small kiss to my forehead.

He continued to run his fingers through my fur and heal my self-inflicted wounds throughout the night and into the morning.

I dreaded the shift to happen again, however there was no way I could stop it.

I groaned as I felt the first shift happen, the bone snapping and re aligning itself. I let out a pitiful whimper as the other bones proceeded the first.

Loki slowly let go of me and placed me on the floor, so I could complete my transformation without causing him bodily harm.

I could only continue to whimper as the transformation progressed. My sense started to go haywire, meaning that the terrible transformation would end soon.

With a last pitiful shift, I was in my human form. With shaky limbs I stood up and walked slowly to Loki, who greeted me with open arms.

I collapsed onto his chest and felt his dagger wielding arms wrap around me.

"Soooo, that just happened." I quietly whispered, grinning up at him. He shook his head lovingly. 

"When were you planning on telling us off this little problem, Darling?" I smiled sheepishly. 

"I don't know. I guess I thought I could hide it from you?" He shook his head again and hugged me tighter. 

"I'm guessing by the way that you acted I'm your mate?" I nod and snuggle into the hug. He chuckles and I snuggle into the sound. 

"Ok. I love you." I smile.

"I love you too." And that is where we stay, on the floor, huddled in a warm hug. And We're both perfectly happy with that.