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Time passes. Well before Zeus's thirteenth birthday, he looks human-25, and then he stops, and Harley catches up; Zeus is still taller, but not by much, and burlier, but not by much.
Wolves have a lot of casual sex amongst themselves; the girl wolves can't get pregnant, and with pack telepathy it would be pretty hard to hide a secret crush. Everyone avoids getting serious - well, the lesbians don't, but any couple involving a male wolf has to avoid deep emotional entanglements that would shatter if he imprinted; the Imperial Seer helps, but she is not perfect and they will live for long enough that even a slim chance adds up. But casual sex absolutely happens. Zeus has a friend with benefits by the time he's fifteen (her name is Kitty, but she thinks this is ridiculous, and prefers "Xanthe" after her yellow fur).
He helpfully passes on to the pack that Harley thinks they are all hot; several people take advantage of this information, and Harley has more than one friend with benefits at the age of fifteen.
(Meanwhile, the masquerade is in tatters; wolves are just more convenient than looking for human partners, at least until Zeus decides he's interested in the Seer finding him a suitable imprint.)
This newfound interest does not mean Zeus and Harley don't hang out, even now that they're both sixteen. Presently, Harley is getting his ass handed to him by his wolf-reflexed sparring partner at a mo-cap fighting video game entitled Bloodsport V.
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Harley beams at him.
He came out more on-type than other Jokers tend to when they swap sex; his face has barely changed, and he doesn't quite have the Joker's magnificent hourglass figure. But he is, nevertheless, very pretty.
He came out more on-type than other Jokers tend to when they swap sex; his face has barely changed, and he doesn't quite have the Joker's magnificent hourglass figure. But he is, nevertheless, very pretty.
Zeus sure seems to think so.
(you are the center of the universe and I worship the ground you walk on and your wish is my command and I will defend you with my life)
"Harley," he says, unusually soft and hoarse, "uh," he continues, and finally he settles on "please please don't freak out?"
Zeus sits down heavily on the nearest available chair. "Um," he says, not taking his eyes off Harley's face. "I think I. Um."
Harley looks down at his lovely new body.
"...Oh," he says. "Oh. Wow, I did not think of that at all."
"...Oh," he says. "Oh. Wow, I did not think of that at all."
"You don't have to be sorry! I might have to be sorry, that would be a new experience," laughs Harley. "I mean - I don't know - you're my best fluffy buddy and I love you, I'm not, like, mad. I just - has this ever even happened before? What happens if I change back? Would you explode, I don't want you to explode, I like you!"
He is now turning in anxious little circles and waving his hands expressively.
He is now turning in anxious little circles and waving his hands expressively.
"I'm - pretty sure I don't explode?" says Zeus. "Wolfsplosions are usually just - the furry kind. I don't think this has ever happened before but one or two imprints have had, like - hysterectomies - and their wolves are still imprinted."
Zeus smiles at him, half ordinary fluffy-buddy smile and half new warm imprint-face smile, and pets his hair.
"That sounds awesome," agrees Zeus. "I mean, if we're not treating me as though I'm drunk off my ass on consent-warping magic, or anything."
"You kind of are, but you're not going to not be," says Harley. "So you might as well - not be. You know?"
"I don't know if that can even happen," he says, "and I don't think you'd want her to, so - no? Unless you do want her to. Or unless we were going to turn into some kind of... big, huge, horrible disaster, like - oh shit." He blinks up at Zeus, realization dawning. "Oh, shit, I can't break my arm again or anything, can I, you'd explode."
"...Not... literally?" says Zeus, wincing. "But - but that sounds really, really bad - like, even though I know how you are about it and I know you're immortal it just -" He bites his lip and shuts his eyes and whines. "And - also Pamela's not gonna be able to hit you anymore."
"Awwwwww, man," says Harley, and he climbs up into Zeus's lap and hugs him. "Can we fix that? I hope we can fix that, I don't want you to be sad like this all the time!"
Zeus hugs him, snuggly-like, tucking his face in against Harley's neck. "The thing with Pam and the thing with me are separate things. I dunno. Not even Jake could get Pam to hit you now, not with all the alpha voice in the world... I don't think anybody's tried the other thing."
"I am mildly sad that Pam can't hit me anymore but it's not a life-changer," says Harley. "The other thing is actually a problem."
"Then don't think about it," says Harley. "And we'll try to fix it." He winces. "Is it okay if we try to fix it?"