Werewolf and Xolo puppy...part 1..?
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white-throated-packrat:
beckytailweaver:
It is a huge plot bunny. And I apologize for this.
Due to WerewolfAU Miguel & Héctor. I really couldn’t help it. I hope no one minds! It’s not even really fic…
So, were-xolo Miguel and werewolf Héctor. Héctor could be awesome as a trickster were-coyote indeed, but there is an excellent subspecies if he is to remain in Canis lupus with the Xolo: a Mexican wolf. (Mexican Wolf and Coyote: Know the Difference!) Thoughts?
Starting at the beginning, let’s take it up to eleven: Some urban fantasy, some magical realism, and a little buffet of all kinds of different legends and canons. The Rivera family were shoemakers. With a musician or two thrown in for charm. These days, though, they’re werewolf hunters.
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I know how to make this more heart-breaking!
Because there isn’t a doubt that once Héctor encounters Miguel and bonds with him, that he wouldn’t crawl over broken glass for that kid, and if Miguel is snatched by what Héctor recognizes as a band of werewolf hunters, Héctor is going to try to follow and rescue the kid.
…which leads the Rivera family having a full-grown werewolf sneak into their compound and try to break down the door to the room they’ve confined Miguel in while they try to figure out what to do about their newly-minted were-puppy.
It’s not that Héctor succeeds in his plan – it’s that he gets into the room and then won’t leave without Miguel, which means when the Riveras show up three seconds later, there is a stand-off of Papa Héctor-Wolf trying to shove puppy-Miguel into a corner, intimidate the werewolf hunters into keeping back, and figure out how to get out the window without having functioning thumbs while Miguel whines and tries to make peace between his family and his new best friend/mentor figure.
So into this mess wades Mama Imelda, who has to listen to half her family argue for shooting the big wolf, and half arguing that it’s too dangerous, they might hurt Miguel.
The minute she snaps “Quiet!”, all of the Riveras shut up, even Miguel. But something else happens.
The big wolf jerks into alert dog stance – ears perked, tail up, almost on point – and then starts belly-crawling and whining, a complete fawning “don’t hurt me/forgive me/ you’re the boss” show that makes everyone stare. As he crosses the room, his paws becomes hands, his fur recedes, until he’s kneeling at Imelda’s feet, almost entirely human.
Imelda Rivera looks down into the too-young face of her husband for the first time in sixty years as he clutches at her skirts and pleads with her for Miguel’s life.
Turns out, Héctor didn’t die. Turns out, when they accidentally encountered a werewolf, Ernesto escaped with his life by the sudden realization that he didn’t need to be faster than the werewolf, he just needed to be faster than Héctor, and tripped his best friend as a diversion.
Héctor has been dodging werewolf hunters, police, zoos, and the like for literally decades, and thus living in the shadow economy. He’s not proud of it, but sometimes he doesn’t remember anything else. Sometimes he does remember when he had a home and a family he adored, and that’s when he tries to go home. And sometimes he remembers he’s a monster, and that’s when he tries to go as far away from home as he can.
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white-throated-packrat:
beckytailweaver:
It is a huge plot bunny. And I apologize for this.
Due to WerewolfAU Miguel & Héctor. I really couldn’t help it. I hope no one minds! It’s not even really fic…
So, were-xolo Miguel and werewolf Héctor. Héctor could be awesome as a trickster were-coyote indeed, but there is an excellent subspecies if he is to remain in Canis lupus with the Xolo: a Mexican wolf. (Mexican Wolf and Coyote: Know the Difference!) Thoughts?
Starting at the beginning, let’s take it up to eleven: Some urban fantasy, some magical realism, and a little buffet of all kinds of different legends and canons. The Rivera family were shoemakers. With a musician or two thrown in for charm. These days, though, they’re werewolf hunters.
Keep reading
I know how to make this more heart-breaking!
Because there isn’t a doubt that once Héctor encounters Miguel and bonds with him, that he wouldn’t crawl over broken glass for that kid, and if Miguel is snatched by what Héctor recognizes as a band of werewolf hunters, Héctor is going to try to follow and rescue the kid.
…which leads the Rivera family having a full-grown werewolf sneak into their compound and try to break down the door to the room they’ve confined Miguel in while they try to figure out what to do about their newly-minted were-puppy.
It’s not that Héctor succeeds in his plan – it’s that he gets into the room and then won’t leave without Miguel, which means when the Riveras show up three seconds later, there is a stand-off of Papa Héctor-Wolf trying to shove puppy-Miguel into a corner, intimidate the werewolf hunters into keeping back, and figure out how to get out the window without having functioning thumbs while Miguel whines and tries to make peace between his family and his new best friend/mentor figure.
So into this mess wades Mama Imelda, who has to listen to half her family argue for shooting the big wolf, and half arguing that it’s too dangerous, they might hurt Miguel.
The minute she snaps “Quiet!”, all of the Riveras shut up, even Miguel. But something else happens.
The big wolf jerks into alert dog stance – ears perked, tail up, almost on point – and then starts belly-crawling and whining, a complete fawning “don’t hurt me/forgive me/ you’re the boss” show that makes everyone stare. As he crosses the room, his paws becomes hands, his fur recedes, until he’s kneeling at Imelda’s feet, almost entirely human.
Imelda Rivera looks down into the too-young face of her husband for the first time in sixty years as he clutches at her skirts and pleads with her for Miguel’s life.
Turns out, Héctor didn’t die. Turns out, when they accidentally encountered a werewolf, Ernesto escaped with his life by the sudden realization that he didn’t need to be faster than the werewolf, he just needed to be faster than Héctor, and tripped his best friend as a diversion.
Héctor has been dodging werewolf hunters, police, zoos, and the like for literally decades, and thus living in the shadow economy. He’s not proud of it, but sometimes he doesn’t remember anything else. Sometimes he does remember when he had a home and a family he adored, and that’s when he tries to go home. And sometimes he remembers he’s a monster, and that’s when he tries to go as far away from home as he can.
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