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Brinn the Werewolf
🕑 Added 2023-01-08 20:00:01 +0000 UTCOkay so Brinn isn't technically a usual werewolf, but I had fun with this story regardless. It started out as a fanfic story, but I took it and made it into this.
Female Monster/Reader x Female Human
Originally Published: September 28th, 2017
Your eyes are swollen and bloodshot. Your mascara had run and your eyeliner smudged. You were trying to salvage what was there as you sat in that cold, sterile waiting room. Your hands were shaking. Making your mirror shift and your tissue rub too hard at the already sensitive region. You knew you could go to the bathroom and take care of it all in one swoop, but you were too afraid to leave your seat. You would leave and something would happen and you wouldn’t be there. You had to stay in your seat. You couldn’t move. Moving meant more trouble.
Suddenly there was a package of baby wipes before you.
“Take one,” a gravely voice commanded. “Stop making it worse.”
You took one, glancing up the arm of the woman who handed them out to her. She was wearing dark scrubs. Under the faint fluorescent bulbs, you couldn’t decide if they were black or dark blue.
And why did that matter? You asked yourself as you touched the cold wipe to your face. It was a relief, and you felt yourself relax some as you stared at her smudged makeup on the cloth. You looked back up then down before you met her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffled and your chest heaved as a small sob escaped. “I’m an utter mess, aren’t I?” You blew your nose into the used wipe.
“I’ve seen worse than you come through here, girl,” the nurse growled. “Most worse off than you.”
You finally looked up at him and you saw someone you figured would be more a patient than a nurse. She looked more like someone to ‘walk-it-off’ rather than ever step foot inside a doctor’s office.
Her dark eyes peered down at you. Her face had a long scar going from the left temple down to the right side of her jaw. Her fur was pitch black and thick around her neck. She tilts her head onto her broad shoulders.
“You the one who came in here with the girl who fell from a tree?” She asks.
You nod, sniffling more and taking another wipe. “Yes, my sister,” you blew her nose again then sighing. “Sorry, I used your wipes for blowing my nose when I have good tissues.”
“Tell me what happened,” the nurse replied and as she came to sit beside you.
She warm and she smells nice. Not like normal nice, more like walking into the woods right after it’s rained.
“Well,” you pulled a tissue packet from your purse. “I was watching her, as well as my two little brothers,” you answered. “The boys were playing like they should be, then my sister, well, she had to go on and show off! I told her to get down, I told her that dad said that tree was dead and he had to cut it down. I was telling her the branch was-” you cupped your hand around your mouth and your shoulders shook.
A big warm hand pets your back and you felt relief in her touch. She must do this all the time though, you thought. She must be so tired of hysterical girls sobbing in her lobby all the time.
You gather yourself for a moment and sit erect in the seat. “Please, excuse me,” you murmured. “I was…panicked, to say the least of the whole thing.”
“I wouldn’t be,” the nurse answered. “But then again, I am always hoping my sibling would fall out of a tree.”
“That’s just it…” you felt the guilt bubbling up. “I did wish she would fall and I…” you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from crying in front of her again.
“See, I hated my brother,” she continued. “You were aggravated with a little sibling, there is a difference,” her hand remained on your back. “Mine is a death threat, yours is the usual older sibling dark thoughts. It’s nothing to feel like shit about.”
“Good lord, a death threat?” You tried to chuckle as you wiped at your eyes. “I’ve certainly threatened her, but I would never-”
“Exactly,” she growled and stood up. She then held her hand out. “Coffee here in the lobby is shit.” She motions to the untouched cup by your elbow. “You gotta go to the cafeteria to get anything good.”
You looked up at her. Her dark eyes familiar almost, but you couldn’t place it. Your eyes focused in on her strong arms, her large warm hands, her strong, thick thighs.
“Uh,” you met her eyes again and you touched your cheek, knowing your whole face was a massive red splotch. “Coffee?” You asked.
“You need it,” she growled, waving her fingers.
You took her hand, letting her pull you up from the chair. Your panic showed in the clothes you wore. Still in your house slippers rather than shoes. You had on fancy leggings, but you were in a ragged tank that bared your university’s logo. You had been so rushed you couldn’t get your coat despite the cold weather and harsh wind. You had been in the middle of getting ready when your sister had taken a tumble from the tree. You were have dressed and half awake.
Your hand lingered in her massive paw before she pulled it away and nodded for you to follow. She stopped by the nurses’ station on their way and grabbed her hoodie, folding it over her arm as they walked. Once you were around the corner and away from any prying eyes she stops.
You followed close behind, your arms folded tightly against your chest. You head bowed low as you still remained in thought. Your mind flashes back to watching your sister in the tree and then on the ground. You flinched and squeezed your eyes shut tight and then you felt something soft and warm.
“Come here,” she coaxes and she drapes her hoodie around you. “It isn’t clean but you won’t be freezing.”
You look up at her, feeling your face burn for a moment as she zips the hoodie up.Her finger touching under your chin. “Thank you,” you smile. The hoodie is a dress on you. The sleeves hang off your hands the whole thing swallowing you. You feel like a little girl in your dad’s jacket. But it was warm and soft and you were grateful for it.
“Thank you,” you look up at her again as her eyes darted away. You felt like you knew her, but you couldn’t place it.
“Don’t think anything of it,” she grunts, taking your hand again as she leads you.
‘I wouldn’t forget a face like that,’ you think to yourself as the wolf nurse led you into the cafeteria.
She made you sit down then left. You stared at the tabletop, your heart still hammering and your hands shaking. You prayed for your sister again and again. You prayed she would wake up, that it wasn’t as bad as it had looked in the yard.
“Won’t do you any good thinking on it.”
You jumped when he spoke again. Her voice holding a certain timbre that rattled the bones.
“I just,” you chuckled nervously, “it’s all I can think about.”
“Dumb accidents happen every day, I know,” she handed her a styrofoam cup of coffee and she sat down across from you. “She’s with a very good doctor, probably one of the few doctors in this damn place I like. She’s in good hands.”
“I know,” you sighed, cupping your hands around the coffee. The warmth from it making you feel a little better. “I just keep focusing on the worse case scenario.
“Worst case scenario rarely ever happens,” she shook her head. Her ears flicking. “It’s all in your head. There’s no proverbial boogeyman waiting to jump out and eat your sister whole.”
You smile at her and nod, “yeah.” You took a sip of the coffee and hummed as you tasted it. “This really is good.”
“They gotta keep the staff happy.”A soft smile graces her face. “So they learned.” She growled as she took a gulp.
You look at her, the thought that you should know her still tickling at the back of your mind. “Was that you?” You asked.
“What?” Her lip curled.
“The one that taught them that lesson?” You attempted a joke.
She rolled her eyes and took a sip of coffee and sighed. After that, you sat in silence for a moment. Your face cleared up. Your nose still rosy red, your eyes a little puffy, but the redness was gone.
“Better?” The wolf nurse asked, taking her empty cup and standing.
“Oh,” you watched her as she stepped away from the table. “Yeah, actually,” you hadn’t noticed. But as you drank the coffee in silence your nerves had settled. Your hands had stopped shaking.
“Good, because my break is over.” She wiped her hands on the back of her pants.
Your jaw dropped and you stood up, “your break?” You reached out to grab her sleeve but stopped yourself. “You did this on your break?”
“I’d be too busy to do it any other time, wouldn’t I?” She scoffed as she walked back to the nurses’ station.
You followed behind her. “Well, thank you,” you gasped then moved to take off the hoodie.
She waved her hand, stopping you. “Keep it. Bring it back when you’re done.”
You watched her for a moment. She grabbed a stack of clipboards and then pulled a pair of glasses from her pocket. She slid them on as she barked over her shoulder at another nurse passing out at the computer.
She caught you staring and she waved her hand to the lobby. “Get on back now.”
“Oh, I…how should I send this back?” You asked. “Just bring it here? I’d prefer to give it in person.”
“I’m always here, so there’s always a person to give it to.” She grumbled and she stomped off, shouting at a young nurse coming out of a room.
You squeezed the hoodie around yourself. You feel a strange sensation bubble up inside you. You walked back into the lobby and you sat down to wait for news on your sister again. It still bothered you, something about the wolf nurse seemed so familiar. Her name rang out in her mind, but her face was blurry in your memory. Her hands though, you felt like you recognized those big, burly hands of hers well. After a while, even with the coffee warm in your belly, you slipped away, falling asleep in the chair.
Five Days Later:
She was at her locker, pulling out her keys and wallet and shoving them into her pockets. She growled, hating the jacket she wore. The pockets were too small and the hood pinched her ears when she wore it up. She missed her old hoodie, but it was with you now.
She went towards the back to leave. Having pulled a double and was getting ready to get something to eat and go to bed when she got home.
“Wait, wait!”She rolled her eyes and curled her lip as a nurse from the front waved her down. “Before you leave, you have a visitor.”
She furrowed her brow and stepped out into the lobby. The bright red hair caught her eye first as she felt the door swing back and hit her shoulder. Your bright eyes met her’s and you smiled.
“Is it a bad time?” You asked. You were dressed nicely this time, at least you hoped so. Your outfit was a big yellow sweater with a grey scarf that was soft. You wore grey leggings under the sweater and they showed off your legs.
“Nah,” she growled and scratched the back of her neck. The hoodie she was wearing was too small for her. The sleeves ran up and squeeze on her strong arms. The hem raised up over her belly. You then hand out her hoodie to her.
“I washed it,” you smile. “I also stitched up some of the holes and tears,” you say as she reaches out for it. You touch over her hand to a tight stitch along the pocket where it had started coming undone from the hoodie.
“You uhm…” the wolf nurse took off the crappy hoodie she was wearing and replaced it with the good one. “You didn’t need to do that much.”
You smile up at her, fidgeting with your fingers. “I wanted to do something to thank you.”
She scoffed. “Too much for a thank you. Who hands stitches?”
You chuckled and fidgeted in place. “Uhm…” you looked around nervously. “Are you getting off work?”
She furrowed her brow as she looked down at you. She was too tired from her shift to understand your tone and body language. “Yeah,” she grunted as she stuck his hands into the pockets. “Why?”
“Well,” your throat is tight as you swallow. “Maybe…if you want,” you cleared your throat. “I was thinking since you showed me your favorite coffee, I’d show you mine,” you bit your lip as you looked up at her again.
“Coffee?” She stared then it hit her. “Oh-” she gasped.
“You’re leaving now, so you must have worked all night,” you twisted your fingers about and pinched with your nails. “You don’t have to, you must be tired.”
“Not too tired,” she walked towards the door and you followed beside her. “Just gross is all.”
“If you’d prefer another time,” you stepped outside the doors, “we can reschedule.” You looked up hopefully at her
She shook her head, walking down the ramp. “You don’t have to worry about that, girl. No need to go out of your way for-”
“I want to,” you still kept pace with her. “The hoodie was thanks. The coffee is…something else.” A cold breeze picked up and ruffled your hair and shifted the fluffy fur around her neck.
She looked up at the sky, it was purple and blue, fading into a cloudless horizon.
“I remember you,” you reply and she looked back at you. “About a year ago, I was in an accident and you were on the ambulance that came and got me.” You looked up at her with a soft smile. “I kept thinking I somehow knew you when I was here last, and then it finally clicked the other day.”
“Huh,” she fidgeted.
“You’re the one who kept me awake then,” you continued. “I had a concussion and you kept me awake the entire time. I remember your voice, your hands,” you chuckled, embarrassed. You cupped her hand around your cheek. “So in a way, I owe you my life.”
“Fuck, girl,” her tail is tucked between her legs and she has her paws shoved deep into the pockets of the hoodie. You now see why they were hanging on by a thread.
“So, if not today, then when?” You asked, inching a bit closer to her.
She sighed as she looked down at you and you hopeful eyes. “Now is fine,” she grunted.
A bright smile beams across your lips and you had to stop yourself from bouncing on your heels. “Ok then, my treat, order whatever you want,” you reach out, taking her hand in your own.
“You can’t afford that,” she smiles as she squeezes your hand.
You inch closer to her side. “I don’t mind. Really.”
“You’re lucky I’m too tired to argue with you today.”
You take her to your favorite cafe and while she seems out of her comfort zone she tried to make the best of it. You sit beside her and when your hand isn’t busy she holds it. You wonder how affectionate she would be if she wasn’t tired.
She seems pissed when the food comes. She eats it, but she looks around as if expecting more to show up.
“You can order something else,” you tell her.
She shakes her head. “No, I’m fine.” She goes back to holding your hand.
After you’re done and you’re heading back she stops you. She puts her hand around your waist and pulls you close. You tilt your head up and close your eyes, touching her neck as she kisses you.
“A kiss goodnight,” she smirks.
You feel breathless.You want more but you restrain yourself. “Will there ever be a kiss good morning.”
“Fuck,” she turns away from you. “Dammit, girl,” she grumbles as you giggle.
