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[joshusten]

AAAAAAAAAAA OMG!!! spooky honey and worried guy AKWBDIDKDMFMFM

Grin and Bear It (guy/honey, redacted audios)

Pylades: I’ll take care of you. Orestes: It’s rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.

Or

The one where Honey gets Lycanthropy Sickness and Guy takes care of them.

601 words [Ao3 Link]

[cw: Blood , Spitting out of Teeth]

[Lore I came up with: I like the concept of a Werewolf's transformations being followed by flu-like symptoms. If someone is born a werewolf, their first turning is like that, but every turning after that is normal (flu-like symptoms do not follow. Their bones still crack and stuff though bc body horror lmao) This is not the case for a human who gets bit or scratched, though. During the full moon, they don't have a full transformation (ie. turning into an actual Werewolf), but their body tries to go through the motions of one, and it gives them a fever, chills, and body aches afterwards as a result. Their canines coming in is a VERY painful and bloody process, and once the moon is no longer full, they fall out and regrow during the next one.]

[Notes: This is the first fic I've ever written, so let me know what you think🫣!!]

I also want to give the BIGGEST thank you to @joshusten because their fic, Honeysuckle, is what inspired me to write this in the first place💖!!

Honey hasn't been home for the past few days.

Guy tries not to worry, but he can't help it.

It shouldn't be a shock to him, it happens every full moon.

Every month, for five days, Honey doesn't come home.

He tries to stay productive by cooking and trying new recipes and rewatching shows, being careful to avoid news segments about "The dangers of werewolves" and "How to keep yourself safe during the full moon".

It's on a particularly cold night when, earlier than expected, Honey comes home.

"Hey, Honey."

No response.

"Honey?"

No response, just the sound of them rushing to the bedroom and slamming the door.

He goes over to the door and softly knocks.

"I made dinner. It's not hot, but I can warm it up if you still want some."

No response.

He knocks again.

No response.

He slowly opens the door. It's dark, and it takes a second for his eyes to adjust. He only hears shaky breaths from the other side of the room as he fumbles for the light switch.

"Don't turn on the light!"

He pauses.

"...Please."

"Honey, what's going on?" He walks towards the bed.

"Please don't come any closer!"

"Honey, I'm turning on the light."

"Please don't..."

He turns on the light to reveal a trail of blood that leads to Honey, laying against the bed, sweating and shivering. Their mouth and hands are covered in drying blood.

"Honey!" He rushes to their side.

"I'm sorry- I didn't- I didn't say anything-"

"It's okay, it's- it's okay, Honey!" His panic is thinly veiled.

He cradles Honey's face with his hands. Honey flinches and covers their mouth, crying out in pain. He pulls his hands away.

"Fuck, I'm sorry-"

Honey spits something out. A splatter of blood and a canine tooth hit the carpet.

Then another.

Then another.

Then another.

"It hurts so bad..."

"It's okay, Honey, it's gonna be okay!"

He picks them up, wincing as Honey cries out again. He lays them on the bed and hurries to the medicine cabinet. The mere seconds it takes him to find what he needs feel like hours.

When he comes back to the bedroom, Honey is barely conscious.

"Hey, hey! Honey! Can you hear me?!"

Honey groans and gives a barely noticeable nod. 

"It's gonna be okay, here..." He places a wet cloth on Honey's forehead, and they weakly flinch.

"We just have to get your temperature down first, okay?"

Honey groans again, their breathing gradually becoming less shallow.

...

...

...

He's using another wet cloth to clean Honey's mouth and hands when they wake up.

"Hey, Honey..."

"How long was I out?" Honey groans.

"Not long. Your fever broke, but you were still sweating, so I left the cloth on your forehead."

"Hm..."

"How are you feeling?"

"Mouth hurts..."

"Right, yeah. Those canines were pretty big." He tries to give them a smile. Honey gives a weak one in return.

"Honey, is this what you've been dealing with?"

"I didn't want you to worry."

"I'm always gonna worry when you leave. I just wish you'd come back sooner so I can help with the fallout."

"I can handle it..."

"But you shouldn't have to." Guy gently, gently cradles the side of Honey's face with his hand, "I don't mind taking care of you."

Honey's eyes begin to well up.

"Oh Honey, come here." He crawls into bed, carefully pulling them in.

He holds Honey close, feeling their chest begin to rise and fall steadily as they drift off. He feels his eyes become heavy, and before he even realizes, he's fallen asleep too.