HNGHHHH GUYSSSS GUYS THIS IS JUST SO 🫶🫶🫶🫶✨✨

HNGHHHH GUYSSSS GUYS THIS IS JUST SO 🫶🫶🫶🫶✨✨

Changes (Sergeant Hunter x OC, Werewolf AU)

So...More Werewolf AU anyone??? A little inspired by @giganonyx, taking place on the tail end of the latest chapter for The Night is Bleakest Beneath a Full Moon, and featuring my beloved Saachi. Happy Halloween, all!

Notes: blood, mentioned eating people (is it cannibalism if you're a werewolf? I'll tag it just in case), distressed Hunter, literal wet dog Hunter my beloved, I highly reccomend reading gig's fic first.

Tech pointed them in the direction of the lake and helped Saachi collect a couple rags and a towel from what remained of the Marauder's scant supplies. She gave Hunter a ration bar to eat as they walked, but it was hard to eat when his stomach was bubbling like some witch's cauldron, his pants were threatening to slip down at any moment, and he had to lean on Saachi for fear that he might trip over a wrong step. When they reached the muddy shore of the lake, Saachi had Hunter sit on a rock half submerged in the water, and the ration bar nearly slipped from his grasp.

"Hold on to that, just don't eat more than you feel you can," Saachi pressed the back of her wrist to Hunter's forehead for a brief moment. It was slightly warm, but it was no longer an alarming temperature. She set the towel on his lap to stay dry, and soaked a rag in the lake water. It was no Republic med wing, but it would have to do.

After wringing out the excess water, she dabbed at the skin around Hunter's mouth, trying to get rid of the sheer amount of blood that covered him.

She was a surgeon, she was hardly squeamish, but there was so much of it. It shocked her more than sickened her, to think that Hunter had eaten a person.

No, not Hunter, she thought to herself, whatever that... Thing was that Hunter had become.

Hunter pressed his lips closed as rivers of rusty red dripped down his face, dripping off his chin and into the lake water.

"So," Hunter's voice creaked like a door that hadn't been used in ages, "What happened last night?"

Saachi bit her lip. What did happen last night?

"Well...you weren't yourself," That was an understatement. But how was she supposed to describe it?

"Saachi, I honestly can't remember anything after we set up camp last night, but I just threw up a gallon of blood and a handful of body parts. I don't think much else could surprise me."

"Really?" Saachi dared, "Well, you grew hair all over your body, you grew claws on your hands and feet, and you grew taller than wrecker and completely trashed your clothes."

Hunter said nothing.

"Then, Tech had me take Omega to shelter in what's left of the ship while I'm fairly sure you turned into the same kind of wolf creature that attacked you the other day, and you then proceeded to rip off Echo's leg and beat Tech with it. Then, you got into a wrestling match with Wrecker where you would have won had Omega not escaped the ship to find out what was going on. Then you almost tried to eat her, except Tech shot you a couple times and that made you angry and you almost ate him, but then Omega jumped in between you two and almost gave me my third heart attack of the night."

Hunter was silent. Saachi dipped her rag in the water, trying to scrub out as much of the blood as she could against the rock. She wrung out the excess water and dabbed at his cheek again. The beautiful, golden hue of his sun-kissed skin began to peek through the trails of dark red.

Hunter didn't say a word. Saachi sighed, and leaned in, gently pressing her lips to Hunter's forehead.

"It's gonna be okay, Hunt," She whispered, and she could feel him nodding, ever so slightly, under her touch.

When she finished with his face, Saachi made her way down to his neck and shoulders. Whenever the rag became too saturated, she'd rinse it off in the lake water again.

"You should eat some of that," She nudged his hand with the ration bar and took a step back to let him move freely for a moment.

Hunter stared at the ration bar for a moment, and Saachi wondered if he had heard even heard her, but then he took the tiniest bite.

Almost immediately he spit it out, coughing at the taste.

Saachi stumbled backwards at his violent reaction, sending water splashing everywhere.

"Sorry," Hunter kept coughing, "It just... It tastes rancid."

Saachi took the ration bar, turning it over in her hands. It looked perfectly fine for a ration bar, if a little stale, but the expiration date was only a couple weeks ago. No different from their usual meals.

Saachi hazarded a bite herself, and it tasted perfectly normal to her. Had Hunter's transformation altered his already augmented sense of taste?

Hunter slid off the rock and into the water, scooping handfuls of water into his mouth. Saachi tried to stop him and offer her canteen of clean(er) water, but Hunter drank the lakewater with a feverish desire, unbothered by whatever lived in it, or the fact that half the wreckage of the Marauder was partially submerged in the center of the lake.

Once he drank his full he all but crawled out of the lake, collapsing face first in the dirt at the water's edge, breathing heavily.

Saachi cradled his head in her hands, pulling him into her lap so that he could breathe easily. The blood that painted his upper body was now covered with mud, mixed with leaves and twigs. It was getting all over her clothes now, but she hardly cared, not when Hunter was clinging to her like this.

"I have... I have no idea what's happening to me," Hunter gasped, tears eeking out the corners of his eyes.

"That's okay," Saachi murmured. She pulled him closer, lifting him up and resting his head against her shoulder. Hunter's hand dug into her shirt, and his nails felt sharp against her skin. Saachi ignored it, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his hair.

"I'll help you figure it out," she whispered, "I promise."