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Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Red hoods were a symbol in the Union. M-21 just didn't know what for. It doesn't matter - what does matter is that some bastard in a forest decided to bite him and M-21 doesn't like how it's affecting him.
Notes: Little Red Riding Hood au
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Total word count: 271
Total word count: 1,222
Status: Work in progress



“What the fuck are these?” M-21 demanded, pulling his hood back to reveal the set of wolf ears that had fucking moved across his skull to reach the top of his head.

The bastard’s eyes lit up as he wiped blood away from the nose M-21 broke, leaving a red smear across his cheek. “Your ears came out already! You’re developing fas-”

M-21 swung at him again, the wolf inside his head more looking forward to a proper fight than baying for blood.

That was why everything had felt off as soon as he’d seen the asshole — the wolf was like him, suspicious of everything in sight, expecting one wrong move to result in a fight and ready for when that split second came. And yet it was quiet at the sight of the asshole. No. Eager.

Because even after the fucker had changed him like this, he still looked at M-21 and saw him. He was an actual living being, not a sack of meat to collect data from. The fight had been a fight, not to the death, and not to prove just how much stronger he was over M-21.

The asshole caught his fist, grinning down at him, and M-21 didn’t stop his growl, the wolf stretching out and changing him, pushing his transformation out further like it had before. It didn’t take over this time, content to let him use its powers and M-21′s skin prickled, the asshole’s aura weighing down on him.

The bite mark thrummed harder as well, and he was going to make sure to give something back in return for the favour.



Some art to go with it.

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