☽This is a collection of &team oneshots inspired by Howling, Dark Moon and the members as I know them ofc ♥ so these oneshots are fantasy stories with modern werewolves (loup-garou)
☽Individual oneshots do not form a continuous storyline, but can be...
𝕻𝖔𝖛: Koga, Taki 𝕾𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: Jo 𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: first love, softness, hugs, comforting, empathy 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: -werewolves, loup-garous, try to avoid fights with humans, because they are too strong compared to them. That's why they are usually non-conflicting, they only fight if a member of their pack is in a danger -K is a lycanthrope, ancient blood circulates in his veins (the blood of Vargr - the Wolf God, princess Selene in DM also got his blood, so she wouldn't die)
!this oneshot is translated from my original version in Slovak language!
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The sound of water pouring out of clogged sinks echoed from the tiled walls of the washroom. Koga let himself be kicked down to the drowned floor for the last time. He didn't even glance at the people who threw not only insults at him, but also his personal belongings, anymore. His gaze was cold, reconciled... as if the only spark left in him regretfully agreed with all of those punches and blows given to him by the group of his classmates.
He didn't rise from the layer of water, even after the pairs of shoes quickly ran out of the washroom, only leaving behind echoes of more mocking words. Not like he didn't have the strength to do so... If he wanted to, he'd get up without the slightest problem.
His eyes glistened. He rolled them, then spitted out the blood that flooded his mouth and ran his finger over the red colored surface in front of him. Koga listened to the trickles of water still dripping from the sinks onto the floor and swallowed the irony aftertaste.
His fingers trembled with energy, but he controlled it. He couldn't afford to let it go from the reins the string around his neck became. On that string hung a fang, which he clenched tightly at the thought of his new family... well, relatively new.
As the sound of two pairs of hurried footsteps and quickened breathing echoed through the room, he sat up. Why does it have to be you two?
His gaze softened as it slipped from the surprised Jo to the shorter boy standing a step behind him.
Taki's expression seemed to hide more pain than was actually in Koga's wounds. He sighed as his heart ached. The last thing he wanted was to see Taki's sad eyes, in which the urge to protect his loved ones was awakening.
"I'm going for Euijoo and Nicholas... or no, I'll show them who they're playing with... myself," Taki whispered, turning to leave when Jo grabbed his forearm.
"You know he doesn't want to," he calmly explained why he stopped him, causing a helpless smirk to appear on Taki's lips.
How can he always be so obedient? Even at the cost of seeing the eldest sitting in his own, needlessly spilled blood.
