#sheith Supernatural hunter Shiro who looses an arm to a werewolf as a kid, but was saved before it could take his life. He goes into that career to help prevent things happening to others like it did for him. But he's still got a kind heart despite all that.

He hears news of farmers and cattle being slaughtered in a town and goes to take care of the situation, figuring it's a wendigo getting too close to civilization. What he doesn't expect is to find the wendigo dead from werewolf wounds.

He finds the werewolf next, a young adult going by the size and pelt. It's strange to find just one. They usually travel in packs. This one is covered in blood, both it's own and the wendigo's. And it's got a leg trapped in a in a steel jaw trap. It only hurts itself more in fear

-when Shiro approaches, gun in his hands. He lays the weapon down and puts his hands up to try and placate the werewolf. Shiro waits for the wolf to calm down before working at getting the trap open. Before he can even say anything, the werewolf is hobbling away as quickly as it

-can with its one bad leg. It doesn't make it far before it collapses. It still snarls when Shiro approaches again. "You have to shift back. I can't bandage the wound when you're in this form." The werewolf doesn't budge so he sighs and gives a warning before he picks them up

-firefighter style and carries them all the way back to his car, lying him down in the back seat before driving them back to his motel room. Once they're inside, only then does the werewolf change back once Shiro leaves him alone in the bathroom to bath and clean his wound.

When he enters later to help bandage and provide them a change of clothes, he can't help but stop when the man's gaze meets his. He's gorgeous, lithe muscles, and raven black hair. And his eyes like galaxies. He ends up handing over the clothes after probably gaping like an idiot

"So..." He starts after a moment, the other man pulling the shirt over his head. It's too big on him, neckline showing off his collarbone. He glances away to give him a semblance of privacy. "You're a werewolf."
"And you're a hunter," the man said back, tone mocking and he

grimaced. Okay, maybe not the best subject to start out on since he was just stating the obvious. Shiro glanced down at their ankle just as they stood to pull on the gym shorts that Shiro had lent them, figuring it would be the only thing he owned that could maybe fit his waist.

They gave a hiss of pain, hobbling to regain them balance. Shiro reached out on instinct to help them and the man slapped his hands away to prop himself up against the wall.
"Look, why are you helping me?" He asked as he fastened the short's strings. "Why not kill me?"

"Not... not all... creatures," He winced as he said it, "Are bad. That's why."
"Wow. Great speech," the smaller man said, sitting back down on counter to rest his ankle.
Shiro sighed grabbing his first aid kit to start cleaning and disinfecting his ankle.

Silence fell over them as he worked, only aware that the other man was watching him after a minute. He glanced up at him for a moment, the man's gaze not wavering for a second. He didn't care that he was caught staring. Shiro looked back away, like he was the one caught, and

finished up the bandaging. Once done, he stepped away. "Okay, there you go."
"Keith."
"Hm?" He looked back at him, blinking like a fool before he realized that was the man's name. "Oh. You can call me Shiro."
"Right. That your hunter code name or something?"

"It's a nickname, short for Shirogane. My name's Takashi Shirogane. But I go by Shiro. I'm not giving you a fake name or anything."
Keith at least had the decency to look a bit apologetic at that, though he didn't voice it. He wobbled to his feet again. "I should be going."

He scoffed, "Not on that ankle you're not. How far were you planning on walking on that?"
"At least far enough to get my own clothes," he said, moving his arms to show off just how baggy Shiro's shirt was.
"You can tell me and-"
"Hell no. You must be stupid to think I'd trust you

to go grab my bag of stuff and not dig into my background a little bit."
"Okay. Compromise. I'll drive you to your bag and then I'll drive you to where ever you're staying."
Keith grumbled something under his breath that Shiro didn't quite catch. He leaned in, "Pardon?"

"I said I'm not staying anywhere. I have no money. Easier to live outside in my wolf form than it is to scrounge up some money for a shit motel room like this one."
"Hey, it may be shit, but it has a roof, two beds, and a television with, get this... two channels on it."

Keith doesn't even crack a smile at his horrible joke. Shiro sighed. "We'll go get your bag, then come back here. You can have the second bed to rest in and heal. I will accept no arguments," he quickly added when Keith opened his mouth again. Keith grit his teeth and shot a

glare in Shiro's direction. "You're a hunter," he pointed out again. "How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep?"
"What would be the point on using some of my first aid supplies on you, only to kill you? Besides, I'd hate to get your blood all over the bed.

Would be a shit thing for a cleaner making minimum wage to walk in on and see." He could have sworn he saw a ghost of a smile for a split second and counted it as a victory. Shiro reached out, offering him a hand to leave the bathroom. It was a bit cramped with the two of them

in it. Keith took the offered help after a moment of weighing his decision.
"You killed that wendigo, right? Those were definitely werewolf teeth marks on it. Unless it was someone from your pack?"
"No pack. I'm a lone wolf," Keith said as they steadily made their way out to the

clean bed. "But, yes. I did kill the wendigo."
He didn't press Keith to learn why he was alone and why he was killing other creatures, just helped him sit down. "I'm going to have to go burn the body. Can't let anyone see that. You rest. I can get some fast food on the way back.

What were you feeling?"
"I'm not hungry," Keith said as he lay down with a sigh. The grumble of his stomach said otherwise. He huffed, shooting his stomach a look like it had betrayed him. "Fine. Chicken nuggets."
Shiro laughed, "All right, chicken nuggets it is. I'll be back

in an hour." He gathered up his supplies, making sure he took his weapons with him. Sure he was allowing Keith to stay in his room, but that didn't mean he trusted him with any of his guns or knives. "When I get back we're both going to sleep and we'll get your stuff once awake.

Sound good?"
Keith gave a grunt in reply and Shiro figured that was good enough of an answer. He slung his bag over his shoulder and left. He retraced his path in the dark, finding the body right where he'd found it earlier that night. It didn't take long to drag it off to an

area where it was easier to burn it and made quick work of it. As promised, he swung through a drive through on the way back and got himself some food as well as some chicken nuggets for Keith. He got him a twenty pack, unsure how hungry he'd be. Besides, he could store the extra

in the tiny fridge in the room. Yet another perk of sleeping in a hotel room. He parked and headed to his hotel door, pausing outside. Shiro wondered if Keith would even still be there. Unlocking the door, he stepped in, light from the outside pouring in enough to reveal Keith

still curled up on the other bed. He turned groggily to look at him, nose twitching at the smell of food. He entered, kicking the door closed behind him before setting down his bag on his bed. He sat down on the edge of that, facing Keith, and dug his food out of the paper bag

before handing it over.
"Thanks," Keith said, voice soft from his nap. He turned to sit up, pushing his bangs back away from his eyes. "This is... uh... this is a lot of nuggets."
Shiro shrugged, a bit embarrassed. "Sorry. I eat a lot of calories so my opinions on how much is

normal food is a bit skewed." To make a point he pulled out two hamburgers and a side of fries just for himself. He handed over the food bag, "There are dipping sauces in there. Wasn't sure what you liked so I just got a couple of each."
Keith reached out after a moment, gingerly

taking the bag from him. "Thanks..."
Shiro just nodded, unwrapping his first hamburger. He had a feeling that Keith had said thanks more times in the past minute than he had in a month. They ate in silence and despite Keith's earlier skepticism, he wolfed down all of his food.

Shiro collected their garbage and threw it away, sweeping his crumbs off his bed into a cupped hand to reduce mess. He saw Keith lift an eyebrow at that, but didn't say a word. He grabbed a change of clothes next and disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Once back

in the main room he made sure the do not disturb sign was up and the black out curtains were drawn over the window. He sat down on the edge of his bed and gently took off his arm, Keith watching him as he set it to the side.
"What... is that?" He asked, then clarified, "That's

not a normal prosthetic. It has the mobility of a regular arm, as though you never lost one to begin with."
"It was made by some friends of mine. Kind of a joint effort. The three of them designed and built it and then one imbued it with magic."
"A witch? A hunter who's friends

with a witch?" Keith asked, finally looking intrigued and a bit less on guard.
Shiro smiled, "Yeah, Allura is one of my oldest friends. She's the one who saved me when I got bit on the arm, stopped the blood loss and sealed the wound."
"And... how did you lose the arm?" Keith

asked, then hastily added, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
It was true that Shiro didn't particularly want to tell him, not because he was traumatized or embarrassed. It was more of the cause of his arm being gone. "It, well... it was a werewolf," he said

softly, watching for his reaction. Keith moved a bit on the bed, but nothing more. "And the only reason I don't shift like you is because my arm was chopped off immediately," he winced, just remembering the pain of that day. The teeth digging into his flesh, the clean slice of

the blade through his arm, and then what felt like a fire as the wound was sealed by magic. Keith's brow was furrowed, hand rubbing over his arm as though he was feeling the same pain as Shiro had.
"I'm sure you have questions of your own," he said, looking back up and meeting

his gaze.
"Yes, I do. But I won't push you," he said, pulling back his covers to get under them.
"I never had a pack," he offered anyway, "I was ostracized from the beginning. For being mixed blood. A hybrid. My mother fell in love with a human and that was her undoing. She left

to keep my dad safe, never returned. My dad tried his best. But there's only so much a human can do while raising a child werewolf until-" He stopped, falling silent. Shiro waited to see if Keith would continue. He was surprised the other man had felt well enough to talk that

much, but he offered nothing else after that abrupt end. After another minute, the only sound the crickets outside and the rattling of the A/C, Keith abruptly turned and got back under his covers. "Goodnight."
Shiro turned off the lamp between them. "Night, Keith."
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When Shiro next woke up, the sun was peeking through the edges of the curtain and a glance toward the alarm clock told him it was just about 11 am. And that Keith was no longer in the other bed. He sat up, glancing around, but none

of his items were missing so at least Keith hadn't taken anything if he'd left. He sat up, rubbing at his eyes before standing and stretching. A soft swearword came from the bathroom and he smiled as he realized that Keith was still here. He went over, giving a knock to the door.

"Hey, you okay in there?" He asked.
"It's my damn ankle," came the hissed reply. "I heal fast, but it still hurts like hell."
"Can I help any?"
"No, I'm good. I know how to rebandage it."
Shiro shrugged, moving away from the door, "All right, let me know if you need anything."

Making his way back to his bed, he grabbed his arm, reattaching it back to its port. He checked his wallet, seeing how much cash he had left in order to get them a lunch or something. Or may just himself a lunch, depending on what Keith did after this. He glanced back at the door

where Keith was then got out a change of clothes, also getting out some clothes for Keith so he wouldn't have to wear the same thing he slept in. When the smaller man emerged, his limp was less prominent. Shiro had first hand experience of how quickly a werewolf could heal.

Lose sight of one after a fight and a day later it was back, almost as good as new. Seemed kind of unfair when a claw mark from them could put him out of commission for over a week just to heal up good enough to continue the fight. "Clothes are there," he said, pointing at what

he'd pulled out for the other man.
"Oh. Thanks."
Shiro nodded, heading into the bathroom to wash his face and to give Keith some privacy to change. Once done, he came back out, grabbing his stuff, "All right, let's go get your bag."
Keith immediately made his way toward the door,

looking anxious and eager to go. Shiro grabbed his bag and car keys and then they headed off. The ride was quiet except the occasional set of directions Keith gave him, leading them back toward the woods where Shiro had found him. Eventually he parked when it became a little too

off roads for his car. He was about to get out when Keith stopped him. "Hey... look. Thanks for helping me. You definitely didn't have to. To be honest, I wasn't sure if I could trust you at first, but you never did anything to harm me. Thank you for that. You never asked why I

was here last night."
"I figured it wasn't any of my business."
Keith gave him a soft look and he felt his breath stutter for a moment.
"You're a good man, Shiro. Hunter life doesn't suit you. But, hey, most people say it doesn't suit me either, knowing what I am."
He gasped in

shock, "Wait. You're a hunter? Isn't that... strange?"
Keith gave a snort of laughter that sent his heart for a loop, "Yeah, it is. But I make do. And I like to believe I do some good, try to right some wrongs that have been done by my kind and others like me. Thank you again,

Shiro. But I can manage from here. Thanks." He got out before Shiro could say anything more, starting to pull off the clothes he'd been wearing. He folded them, placing them on top of the car in a neat pile until he was naked. Shiro tried his best not to let his eyes wander.

And then he shifted. He had to be honest, most of the shifts he'd seen were full of anger, ready to rip his throat out. This one... it was fluid, almost beautiful. He completely forgot to look away as he watched Keith transform back into his wolf form. Keith gave himself a shake,

ruffling out his fur before taking a step to test his ankle and found it held with only a mild sense of discomfort. He glanced back at Shiro before starting to make his way into the woods. Coming out of his stupor, he quickly undid his buckle and swung open the door to get out.

"Wait, Keith!" He called over the car, watching as Keith stopped and turned to look at him. "Um..." his face heated up as he realized he had not thought through what he wanted to say. "The diner on the main steet... I'll be having lunch there... if you, I don't know, want to join

me or something?" He knew he sounded like a complete fool, even to himself. Shiro heard Keith give an amused huff before turning and disappearing around a trunk. He dropped his head against the cool metal of his car. "Way to go, Takashi. Real smooth." He grabbed the clothes on

top of his car and threw them into the backseat before getting back in and pulling out, heading to the hotel first to check out before he had lunch.
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He was on his fourth coffee at the diner, having tried to extend his waiting time as long as possible, hoping Keith would show.

But it seemed he wasn't. It'd been over an hour since they had parted ways. He closed his menu with a sigh, setting it down on the table. The waitress quickly made her way over to take his order and he went back to nursing his cup of coffee. Since the wendigo was taken care of

here, then it was time to find the next case and move on. He pulled out his phone, pulling up the news to try and find any bizarre happenings that may be in his wheelhouse. The bell above the door chimed and the waitress greeted the new customer, telling them to seat themselves.

Shiro didn't even notice them until they were at his table, sliding into the booth across from him. He looked up, startled, then beamed when he saw a familiar head of dark, scraggly hair. He was wearing his own clothes now, ones that actually fit him. A leather jacket snug over

his shoulders and a plain tee underneath with slim jeans and combat boots to finish the look. Shiro set his phone down, forgotten. "Those clothes look good on you." Oh fuck. "I mean, much better than my clothes."
"I kind of liked your clothes on me."
Oh. Was he... flirting back?

Before he could make a bigger fool of himself, Keith gave him a paralyzing smile and asked. "So... what's for lunch?"

Unsure if I want this to be the end or not. Thoughts?

Well, continue as a thread is definitely going to win. I'll probably clean up the part I've already written and put it on AO3 as well, so keep an eye out for that. I'll link to the next part of this thread when I get started on that.
Thank you all for reading!