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🌟💌 Moonlight (Momo x F!Werewolf!Reader)

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The night feels strange, almost suffocating. You can feel it deep in your bones-the pull of the full moon, the way your senses sharpen and your muscles tense with the undeniable urge to change. The wolf inside you stirs, restless, and no matter how hard you try to ignore it, the transformation has begun. The ache in your joints, the heat in your blood-it's all too familiar. Too close.

Momo is beside you on the couch, nestled under a blanket with her legs draped across your lap, as she talks about her day. Her voice is soft, soothing, and you can't help but listen intently, watching her with affection as she talks. Her laugh, the way she wrinkles her nose when she's excited-it all makes you feel lighter, like you could stay in this moment forever. You've always loved her, but tonight, more than ever, you wish you didn't have to hide.

But you do. You always have.

You've been careful, so careful, to hide the truth about yourself. People think you're just a little reserved, quiet, maybe distant. But it's not that. It's the fear of what would happen if anyone knew you were different. That you were a werewolf. That you weren't just introverted, but that something in you changes when the moon rises.

You've never let Momo stay over, never let her see how restless you get when the full moon comes. Never let her see the nights when you're locked in your room, unable to sleep, unable to control the surge of energy building in your body. You've kept her at a distance, all in the name of protecting her, keeping her from the truth.

But tonight? Tonight, there's no stopping it.

"Momo..." you murmur, your voice tighter than you intended.

She looks up at you, her eyes soft with concern. "What's wrong? You look pale."

You press your lips together, trying to force a smile. "Just tired. A long day. Don't worry about me."

But she doesn't seem convinced. Her brow furrows, and she leans forward, placing a hand gently on your arm. "You're not fine. What's going on? You can tell me."

Your heart races. You want to tell her. You want to confess everything and ask for her understanding, but you're terrified. Terrified of what she'll think of you when she finds out the truth. Terrified of her rejecting you, running away from the monster inside you.

But the transformation is already coming. You can't stop it.

The pressure builds in your chest, in your bones. Your breath catches, and you feel it-a familiar pain, sharp and deep, spreading through your body as your skin begins to shift. You can't control it, no matter how much you try. You feel your nails grow, your teeth lengthen. Your muscles ripple, contorting as your body changes.

Momo's eyes widen, her hand jerking back from your arm as she watches in stunned silence. "Wha-what's happening? What's wrong with you?"

You can't answer, not with words. All that comes out is a low growl, deep and primal. You try to speak, to explain, but it's like the human side of you is losing the battle to the wolf inside. Your bones crack, your body stretches and reshapes, and before you know it, you're standing in front of her-fully transformed, your heightened senses taking in every detail of the room, of Momo's frightened expression.

"Momo, I-" You can barely get the words out, your voice a mixture of human and animal. Your mind is a blur of confusion and panic, but her gaze doesn't break from yours.

You expect her to run. You expect her to scream, to push you away and leave. This is it. This is the moment you've feared for so long.

But Momo doesn't move. She stays where she is, watching you, her eyes wide but not in fear. She doesn't step back. Instead, she hesitates for a moment, her breathing shallow, but then... she takes a step forward.

"You're... a werewolf?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she's trying to wrap her mind around the reality of what she's seeing.

You can only nod, the wolf growling softly in your chest. You want to explain, but you don't have the words. It's hard to think when your body is no longer fully yours, when every part of you is still in flux. But the one thing you can sense, deep down, is the fear that's starting to rise in her. You can hear the slight quiver in her breath, feel her pulse speeding up in her throat.

But she doesn't run. She doesn't scream.

Instead, Momo reaches out cautiously. She doesn't touch you at first, just a hand hovering, unsure, before she takes the final step and gently brushes her fingers along the fur of your arm. The warmth of her hand against your changed skin feels like the most beautiful thing in the world.

"You're still you," she says softly, almost like she's reassuring herself. "You're still... you."

You want to argue with her, want to scream that you're not the same, that something inside you has changed forever, that this is a side of you that no one could love. But she's still there. She's still holding your gaze. And it's almost like her touch is bringing you back to yourself, grounding you.

You want to say something, to tell her how sorry you are for hiding from her, for keeping her at arm's length all this time, but the words are impossible to form. You've never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet... she's still here. She's not backing away.

"You don't have to be afraid," Momo says, her voice trembling but steady. "I don't care what you are. I love you."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. It doesn't make sense. She loves you. She loves you, even like this, even in your wolfish form, even when the creature inside you is so very close to the surface.

You want to say something, but all that comes out is a low, mournful growl, a sound that isn't human at all. You feel yourself slipping, the wolf pressing harder, wanting to break free. But Momo doesn't flinch. She doesn't move away.

Instead, she steps closer, her hands shaking but determined, as she wraps her arms around your neck and presses her face into the thick fur of your shoulders. "I'm not leaving you," she murmurs. "Not ever."

You freeze, stunned by her words, by her warmth, by the overwhelming feeling of love that swells in your chest. She's holding you, even like this. She's not scared of you. She's not afraid of what you are.

And in that moment, you realize something you hadn't dared to let yourself believe: she isn't scared of you. She isn't scared of the monster inside you. She loves you for everything you are, even the parts you've been too terrified to show her.

The night passes slowly, the pain of the transformation ebbing as the hours stretch on. You can feel yourself slipping further into the animal, but Momo stays beside you. She doesn't leave. She doesn't run.

When the morning light finally breaks through the windows, spilling soft rays across the room, you're still with her, still in your wolf form, but there's no longer fear in her eyes. She's asleep now, her head resting against your side as you lay beside her, her arms wrapped around your furry form. Her steady breathing, the soft rhythm of her heartbeat, grounds you.

It's only then that you feel the change beginning to fade. Your muscles ache as they slowly shift back into their human state, the wolf's form receding. The pain is there, but it's muted now, not as sharp as it had been before.

By the time the sun is high in the sky, your body is fully human again, though you're still lying with her, afraid to move, afraid to break this fragile moment.

When Momo stirs, blinking up at you with a sleepy smile, she doesn't seem surprised to find you back in your human form. She simply sits up, stretching, and then looks at you with a soft, knowing gaze. "Good morning," she murmurs. "You feel better?"

You nod, your voice still hoarse, but full of gratitude. "Yeah. I think... I think I'm okay."

Her hand reaches for yours, squeezing gently. "You don't have to hide from me anymore, okay? I'm not going anywhere. I love you, no matter what."

And in that moment, as the sunlight spills over the two of you, you finally believe her. The wolf inside you may always be a part of you, but with Momo by your side, you realize that maybe it's okay to be both. To be everything you are, and still be loved.

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