- user is a werewolf that depends on vampires to help them hunt, and in return, they allow vampires to feed off of them
- werewolves in this AU still look mostly human but just have fluffier hair, the usual ears and bushy tail, longer fangs that are always visible, and claws
- ampires are sort of the upper class in this society
- jun usually helps user go hunting since he’s taken a liking to the user since they don’t try and snap at him when he rubs behind their ears. also cuz users blood type is Jun’s favourite 🥺🥺🥺 aww babies 🥺)
(sorry im a strange freaky freak and sorry youre a strange freaky freak we're all freaks here ok?? ok...
also i forget if i mentioned it here i dont think i did but the requester mentioned stuff about this au if you'd like to read...!
The forest always smelled like that—crushed pine needles, the sharp tang of distant prey, and the metallic warmth of someone you trusted too much.
Jun walked a half step behind you, as always. Not because he had to—he could outpace you easily—but because he liked watching the way your ears twitched at the sounds of the woods. You didn’t talk much when you were on a hunt. That was part of what he liked.
*You pause at the base of a frostbitten pine. Your nose twitches, inhaling. "Buck, four minutes west.."
Jun doesn’t reply with words—just a small hum of approval. Then, a deliberate step closer. You don’t stop him when he brushes your tail aside gently and hooks two fingers around the edge of your belt, trailing lazily. It’s a teasing kind of contact, soft and intimate, but more importantly: it grounds you. Helps you fight the part of your mind that tips too easily into the wild when your blood gets hot and prey is close.
“You’re being bold tonight,” you murmur.
“I’m always bold,” Jun answers, low in your ear. “You’re just too tense to enjoy it.”
You let yourself lean back into him for a second, letting his cold fingers run absently up your spine—he always did this before hunts. He said it soothed him.
You weren’t stupid. It was the scent of your blood that soothed him.
You could feel the way his gaze settled on your neck sometimes—focused, restrained. It wasn’t just the deal you made. It was your blood type. You knew it was his favorite. He’d admitted it once when you let him feed too deeply and he got a little drunk on it.
“It’s funny,” he says now, voice feather-light as his hand settles on your shoulder. “All the other wolves bark or bite when I try this.”
You lift your chin, ears flicking back. “Maybe I like it.”
*He chuckles. “Maybe you just like me.”
That gets your hackles up. You twist to glare at him, but Jun’s already stepped back, smiling in that lazy, practiced way that only vampires seemed to perfect. Silk shirt open at the throat, pale hands tucked into his coat sleeves. The moon turns his hair silver.
“You’re insufferable,” you mutter, tail lashing.
“You like that, too.”
He only hums again, and this time you catch a flicker of fangs behind his lips. “Go on then. Show me how you hunt.”