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Blood Moon AU!! Part 2 - Werewolves

Second part of my second major AU, Blood Moon AU. The nobles and werewolves basically have a race swap in an almost brand new setting.

For more info, check out my first post where I explained the general lore and setting of this AU (highly recommended for a better understanding because characters in this post reference characters in the one linked below here):

I didn’t do every character because there’s a lot of them, so I left out ones that don’t have major roles in the story. If they have a name in canon, then they all exist in this AU, just that I haven’t named/drawn them yet. Maybe in the future if I feel like it. But for now, this is pretty much it.

The characters.

Peach: Current Lord of the Werewolves. Adoptive father of twins Ruth and Rosemary. Peach isn’t his real name. No one knows what his real name is. He never mentions it, and he simply smiles and doesn’t answer when asked. Peach is just the nickname the werewolves came up for him at some point because his face is covered in small fuzzy hairs which gives him the appearance of a fresh peach. And no one can really recall how he became Lord. It just sort of happened. The werewolves all agreed that he’s good for the job, and the throne became his in the blink of an eye. Okay then, sigh, fiiiiine, he’ll do it. The werewolves seem quite happy about it. It’s almost like they all voted on him. And the previous Lord has had enough and decided it was time for him to retire and enjoy the rest of his days with his family, so he was more than enthusiastic to step down and hand things over to Peach. Peach was confused about being put into a leadership role out of the blue, but he adjusted very well and does a good job of caring for his people. Perhaps the werewolves realized that physical strength is not the only attribute of a good leader. Maybe this is what they call change, and that they have evolved from the old ways. Anyways, Peach does qualify for role of Lord since he is decent at fighting and an impressive warrior, but his greatest strengths lie in his communication skills and diplomatic nature when it comes to problem solving and negotiation.

Peach is responsible for communicating with Marcus and his fellow nobles of the secret noble organization regarding transportation and distribution of resources from Lukedonia to werewolf island. Peach is eternally grateful to Marcus and his allies for going as far as to betray their noble Lord and in the process risk their own lives to help the werewolves survive and thrive in these trying times. The werewolves do have their own means of production, but it’s not enough and they need some extra help. And Marcus and his nobles answered. Peach just can’t thank them enough. Peach is also good friends and pen pals with Marcus. They call each other “Peachy” and “Maduke” in their letters.

Peach puts his own needs behind those of his people. When Marcus’ supplies of food, money, and other essential items arrive, Peach always tells his people to pick everything they need and even bring home some extras. He waits for everyone to take their share, then he picks from whatever is left. This often results in him not eating enough, though his weight loss is also partially due to him subconsciously eating less than what he really needs. He does this out of love for his people, and he wants to save every extra bite for someone who might need it… even if there are enough resources to go around a few times thanks to Marcus. Peach just wants everyone to have a good life, and being their leader means putting his people above all else, including himself. The werewolves are aware of their Lord’s tendencies to unintentionally skip meals, and they figured out a way to solve that. They would tell him that they won’t eat unless he does too, and then Peach would eat because he doesn’t want his people to starve themselves. If it works, it works. Peach appreciates his people just as much as they appreciate him. They know it’s no easy job to be Lord, and they’re all there to support him. Peach has their full respect and this unanimous sentiment is more than rock solid. He is their only candidate for Lord and they will never challenge him for as long as he’s willing to sit on the throne. There probably are quite a few werewolf warriors who are stronger than him and could defeat him in a duel, but no one even thinks of challenging him despite the old rules stating how the strongest gets to rule them all. Peach is simply too precious. Quite unusual for a warlike supernatural race, maybe even too peaceful to be true, but it’s real. The werewolves are one big happy pack.

Peach has no biological children, though the number of werewolf women who are eyeing him and more than willing to have his children can probably form a line all the way up to Mother Moon in space. It makes sense, he’s literally the perfect man.

Peach has two adopted daughters, Ruth and Rosemary, whom he found by the werewolves’ equivalent of a dumpster. He felt sorry that their parents didn’t want them, and took them in and raised them as his own.

Ruth: Adopted daughter of Peach, and Rosemary’s twin. Ruth is rather sensitive and has a tendency to make decisions based on feelings and impulse, and needs to learn not to jump to conclusions. She is also prone to overthinking and still doubts Peach’s love for her to this day. Ruth thinks her father only adopted her out of pity and that he is only nice to her because it makes him feel good about himself, which are all false. This puts a strain on their relationship and Peach has a hard time bonding with Ruth, and Rosemary takes up most of the communication between these two. Ruth does genuinely love Peach as her father but she just needs plenty of reassurance. Other than that, she’s a pretty chill person despite being stoic at times. Technically, Ruth has a lot of privileges as the daughter of the Lord, but just like her father, she has an immense love for her people thus never actually uses the perks she’s entitled to. Like Peach, she waits for others to take what they need and scavenges for the leftovers, though Peach always stops her and asks her eat properly because she’s still growing. When Ruth refuses and insists on being like her father, Peach then orders her to eat and she has to listen to him. It’s the only time Peach ever orders Ruth to do anything and it’s a running joke in the family, to the former’s amusement and the latter’s annoyance.

Ruth is also a bit of an odd one out when compared to her fellow werewolves because she somehow finds fighting with a sword to be much more natural and swift as opposed to using her claws like werewolves are supposed to. It just feels way more intuitive, and she knows how to fight in that style. Too bad no one shares this feeling, and to this day Ruth remains the only person who can teach herself. Peach is looking into bringing proficient swordsmen into werewolf island so his daughter can have someone to bond and train with. His success is limited, and Ruth is stuck with self-learning. Maybe another day. People think it’s funny how the Lord’s daughter favors swinging around some sharp stick over Mother Moon’s gift of transformation and hand-to-hand combat. Well, she’s already kind of weird, so. Sticks over fists, y’all.

Ruth has a crush on Kenji.

Rosemary: Adopted daughter of Peach, and Ruth’s twin. While Ruth is skittish and distant, Rosemary is social and upbeat. Rosemary hopes that her sister will eventually see that her assumptions about their father’s feelings for her are only misunderstandings, but for now she’ll keep acting as the bridge between these two because Ruth isn’t exactly enthusiastic about sitting face to face and talking it out with pops Peach just yet. Rosemary just sighs. This is also why Rosemary is closer to their father because she has no problems with expressing herself and the communication between them is much better. Rosemary is the less independent twin and likes to stick around Peach for most of her day because she simply likes being around him, and the latter is quite flattered. She enjoys assisting Peach with his work and she’s one of the most hard-working volunteers who helps to transport and distribute the contents of Marcus’ packages to the citizens of werewolf island.

While Rosemary enjoys hand-to-hand combat, she also likes to study magic and draws magic circles in her free time. Being a werewolf magician is just so cool. Shooting powerful laser beams and setting up movement restriction spells? That’s a YES. Rosemary is a big fan of noble streamer Zivon Tradio, who goes by “GlitterDream KittyPaws” on the internet. Perhaps she can alter and adapt some of his spells for her own use. She also has a bunch of his merch, with a pink nail filer with his face on it as the latest addition to her collection. Peach is aware of Rosemary’s hobby and is supportive of her. It’d be fun if she can learn some tricks and give him a new hairdo in the snap of a finger! So fun.

Rosemary has a crush on Cloudy.

Ronan: Younger brother of Larke. A haughty and prideful werewolf with a certain hatred for nobles. Ronan insists that he despises all of them even though many of the foods he eats and the things he uses were generous gifts to them from Marcus, who is… a noble. His argument is that the noble Lord is incredibly selfish and malicious for monopolizing almost all the available resources in the world for Lukedonia and that Marcus is just doing what he’s supposed to do, to redistribute some of that back to the inhabitants of the world, which includes his pack. It does make some sense, but Ronan completely ignores the huge risks Marcus has taken by going against his Lord and he is somewhat ungrateful. His older brother Larke tries to correct him, to no avail.

Ronan is known for his speed, though Larke is even faster than him. He takes great pride in his brother’s achievements as well as his own. Ronan tries hard to impress Larke and loves him very much, though he doesn’t tell him that his deepest fear is that Larke will abandon him one day; a fear that will never come true but haunts him nonetheless.

Ronan also has a dislike for humans but he secretly loves spicy ramyeon and chocolate coated cookie sticks. It’s almost like a guilty pleasure to him, and he’d get all embarrassed when someone points out his double standards. Marcus occasionally sends human treats to werewolf island as well, and you can bet Ronan’s always rushing to check what’s new. He’s too prideful to admit it. Sigh.

Ronan has a crush on Sapphire and is borderline obsessed with her. He used to invade her personal space all the time but over time he has learned to not be an ass. He genuinely cares about her, and wants to win her heart one day. He’d gladly be Remi’s stepfather if both mother and son let him, but Remi doesn’t really like him. Rip. He tries to get Remi to like him, though.

Larke: Older brother of Ronan. Larke is famous for being the fastest of the werewolves. He and his brother Ronan’s late father was also known for his speed. Larke was able to push his own limits and at some point surpassed their father, which is a huge achievement. Larke might not talk much, but he cares a lot for his loved ones. Their father died when Ronan was a toddler and Larke raised him in his father’s stead. Ronan means everything to Larke and the latter would sacrifice anything for his younger brother. Larke is also completely dedicated to werewolf island and he believes that one day the most fulfilling way to die is to give up his life defending his home. For this reason, Larke trains day and night to become even stronger and always strives to overcome his limits. Larke is also wary of the nobles and more or less anticipates a surprise attack from Lukedonia given the nature of their Lord, though he doesn’t say it out loud like Ronan does. His gut feeling tells him that his father’s death had something to do with the nobles despite the lack of evidence.

Larke has a crush on Kameron.

Kenji: No one knows what his origins are. Kenji is one of the werewolves not native to werewolf island. Instead, he came from the outside and joined the clan here to escape his former clan. The clan he was born into was too aggressive and always at internal conflict, and that is not the lifestyle he wants. They were too bloodthirsty and merciless, and it wasn’t uncommon to wake up to a couple of dead bodies lying around soaked in fresh pools of blood. Those bodies would then be kicked around and ultimately dragged away and tossed into the ocean before the stench hit. The werewolves there treated this as normal occurrence. Just another day, no big deal. It’s too much for someone like Kenji. Kenji just wants peace and quiet, which is exactly what Peach’s clan can offer to him. He had heard rumors about Peach’s clan and ultimately left his old clan in search of a new home despite there being richer material resources in his homeland. It’s just not worth it to stay. And he is right. Peach’s clan is more much peaceful and conflicts only go as far as harmless personal drama. Peach listened to Kenji’s story and welcomed him to join their family, and Kenji’s been doing very well ever since. Sometimes Kenji accidentally hurts members of his new clan out of reflex simply because he had to stay on guard to defend himself at all times in his old clan, and that has taken a toll on his mind. His new family is very understanding of him, and tells him it’s okay, they’ll help him together. Kenji tears up every time they’re nice to him. Aww, he’s just a big ol’ teddy bear despite his scary appearance.

Long ago, in his homeland, Kenji had two daughters and a son but they all died from being caught up in the warriors’ internal conflict. Even his partner fell victim to one of the fights there, and Kenji wasn’t able to save them in time. To this day he refuses to get attached to anyone because he doesn’t want to experience loss anymore.

Linden: Son of an unnamed human father and werewolf mother. Linden is quite an oddity among his kind for being half-human. He’s definitely not the only one, but there’s not many of them. Growing up wasn’t easy because his heritage means that his body is a bit different from everyone else’s, and that his parents couldn’t fully grasp how to best raise their son because he is neither werewolf nor human, instead something in between. Linden’s father was one of the very few humans to reside in werewolf island as a permanent “member” of the pack. His parents had a happy, fulfilling life together and his father eventually died of old age and now it’s just Linden and his mother. Linden tries his hardest to adapt to a werewolf lifestyle but he doesn’t quite fit in with the rest of them. He looks like a pureblooded werewolf and acts and thinks like one, but the human blood in his veins would render him unable to keep up with the rest of his peers. His friends are extra careful with him because they’re afraid he might just fall apart if he accidentally trips himself or something. It’s okay, Linden’s tougher than he looks. He insists that they include him on their activities. He’s a bit slow and less strong, but he’ll catch up in a minute. Linden is a joy to be around so everyone likes him, even if he’s not quite at their level.

Linden has a special thing for tea. He likes to forage for leaves and puts them in boiling water to see how they taste. It’s so much fun! He’d take the leaves and dry them, age them, mix them with other ingredients etc. to create a variety of tastes. Though he has to be careful because some things that pureblooded werewolves have natural full immunity to are still dangerous to him. Once he almost went to the other side from drinking something he crafted without checking the contents carefully and his friends were barely able to pull him back from having one foot in the grave. Well, he had no one to check with, he thought he had full immunity just like everyone else! Now he knows. In the present day, the entire werewolf community is watching out for him. Oh my, thank you!

Linden has a crush on Ronan, and Rosemary, and Ruth, and many others. He ends up liking anyone who is nice to him.

Cloudy: Daughter of unnamed werewolves. She got her name from being born on a cloudy day. Cloudy is rather shy, and the only person whom she’s totally comfortable being around is her elderly father. He had Cloudy quite late, so he put all of his attention into her and she grew up rather sheltered. He did most of the talking for her, almost acting as her spokesperson. Cloudy would clutch onto her father’s robes and hide behind him when others approached and only grew out of it in adulthood. Sometimes, out of reflex, she still reaches her hand out expecting to grab onto a piece of cloth for comfort. Oops. She’s doing a great job though. Cloudy has her own group of good friends and they’re very caring with her. Rosemary, Kameron, and Linden are part of this group. Sapphire too if she decides to tag along. They like going to the beaches together and they’d sit on the sand and stargaze while listening to the waves and the gulls. Sometimes they’d also bury Linden until only his head is above the sand. And they’d all laugh together. Cloudy’s father was worried about her and what will happen after he dies because she’s so attached to him, but seeing his girl with her awesome friends has reassured him that she will be just fine after his soul returns to Mother Moon’s embrace.

Cloudy is one of the few if not only werewolf to not eat any meat. Like just no meat at all. This is a very strange thing for a werewolf to do, as the werewolves’ diet had been pretty much meat-only since the beginning of time, only to have evolved into more mixed one as of recently. Still, they’re mostly carnivores. Cloudy’s love of animals is very strong so she doesn’t eat any, as she can’t see them as food no matter how hard she tries. She’s fine with milk and eggs and such, just nothing harvested from an animal’s body. This diet would cause her to not be able to fully channel the strengths of a werewolf, but that’s fine to her since she was never really a fighter on the inside to begin with. Plus, she can just chill with Linden in the back. She can show him her colorful crystal collection and they’ll excitedly chat about where to find more.

Cloudy has a crush on Ruth.

Kameron: Son of unnamed werewolves. Kameron was the product of a short fling between his parents. His mother was a wandering traveler who stumbled upon werewolf island and that’s how she met his father. She left werewolf island and said her permanent goodbyes to her partner and then-toddler son to continue on with her travels, leaving her partner to raise Kameron on his own. Kameron and his father have a great relationship despite their differences in personality. Like his mother, Kameron is easygoing and cheerful. He has a talent for putting up smiles on people’s faces by being funny or making a fool of himself, or both. He always jokes about how Ruth and Rosemary are his long-lost sisters even though that’s clearly not the case. Peach thinks it’s hilarious.

Kameron has a fascination with noble culture. Sure, Lukedonia’s not the greatest place and its inhabitants are a mixed bag, but it’s still so interesting. He wants to know everything about them. What they do for fun, what their jobs are like, how the weather is over there, do they get to control their own weather, how does it feel to read minds, how does it feel to get your minds read, do you even have eating utensils and beds if you don’t need food or sleep, do you pee and poo, why is everyone’s eyes red, blah blah blah… the questions are endless and he is overflowing with excitement and curiosity. Kameron daydreams about picking up a random noble from the streets and just interviewing them all day long, asking questions to his satisfaction. It’s just so cool to be a noble. Kameron likes being a werewolf, of course, he’s just drawn by the unknown. Perhaps he’ll even marry a noble one day, haha. Just kidding, that’s impossible. It’s better to stay at home, he thinks. No way that’s happening.

Kameron has a crush on Larke, though the two of them don’t know that the feeling mutual. Kameron likes to tease Larke and Larke pretends to hate it even though he likes it and wants Kameron to talk to him more. There’s quite some unresolved tension between them and who knows where it’ll go.

Gregory: Father of Sapphire, and grandfather of Remi. Gregory was Peach’s father figure during the latter’s youth. He still is, and Peach relies on him for advice. Gregory is one of the few people whom Peach can truly relax around because he knows that he’ll be treated as a normal werewolf and not Lord of the werewolves, which is what everyone sees him as. Gregory knows that Peach gets tired from being put on a pedestal all the time, and as much as Peach enjoys being in a leadership position, too much is too much. When these two are alone, Peach would jokingly complain to Gregory about how sitting on the cold, hard throne all day just hurts his buttcheeks and even his superior werewolf healing can’t save him. They’d have a laugh about it and talk about family drama and stuff. Though not related by blood, these two are very much family by bond. Gregory’s nickname for blonde werewolf is Peachfuzz. In return, he gets called Grandpa Grumpy. Aww.

At some point the nickname Grandpa Grumpy spread across werewolf island and now most of the pack calls him that instead of his actual name, as an affectionate way of addressing him. He’s fine with it. They all love and respect him for his wisdom, and for that he is grateful.

Gregory does have a real family. He has a daughter named Sapphire who looks just like him. As a father, Gregory feels troubled because Sapphire is too polite and formal with him. He wishes that she can be more casual around him. While Gregory is aware that being reserved is part of Sapphire’s personality, he can’t help but wonder if she will ever let him into her life, even just a bit. What she’s doing, how she’s feeling, what she ate for lunch, what she wants for dinner, did she make new friends… she doesn’t seem to share much. He knows it is possible that she just doesn’t want him to worry, but she’s still his kid and he’s supposed to worry about her. Gregory always lets her know that he is there for her. In a way, Sapphire reminds him of his late partner, who was also distant and private. Other than that, Gregory and Sapphire are a loving family and they have their moments here and there.

Sapphire: Daughter of Gregory, and mother of Remi. Sapphire is quiet and mysterious. While she doesn’t reject being in a social setting, she prefers to sit on the sidelines and doesn’t initiate any sort of interaction unless she’s being interacted with. Rosemary, a good friend of hers, makes sure she’s included in activities. Sapphire would just blush and follow her friend group around. They know she’s not cold, she’s just a little quieter and that’s fine. Everything is normal and time passes by peacefully until one day, Sapphire’s belly starts to grow and she could no longer hide the baby she’s carrying. Gregory and all her friends are shocked. They thought they had her trust, but she never told anyone. They’re surprised because they’ve never seen Sapphire with another werewolf, and that she’s going to be a mother at such a young age. By human standards, she’d be a teen mom. Gregory tries to be gentle and very carefully asks his daughter who the father is, if she doesn’t mind sharing. Sapphire just closes her eyes and silently shakes her head, refusing to answer. It’s alright then, if she doesn’t want to say anything. They’ll help her the best they can.

Everything continues smoothly and the due date neared. This is when tragedy happens. For the first time ever, Sapphire is crying. There had been evidence of an abduction and several werewolves had disappeared. Sapphire’s partner was one of them. Traces pointed to Lukedonia, hinting that this was the deed of nobles, but there was nothing solid enough for them to hold against the nobles. In the end, they couldn’t save him. Or any of them. Sapphire was grief-stricken and refused to eat, almost killing herself and her unborn baby, until Gregory begged and begged for her to please take care of herself and that he cannot lose her. Unwilling to sadden her father, she starts to eat again and her body returns to normal.

Soon, Sapphire gives birth to a son and she names him Remi. Remi will never have a father, but she will try her best to raise him. Sapphire doesn’t really have any hobbies that stand out because she spends most of her time on Remi so she never really gets the chance to explore with her life.

Sapphire is too busy to like anyone. She does have a lot of admirers, many of whom are more than willing to take care of her and Remi as her partner and Remi’s stepfather. Ronan is one of them. Sapphire rejects all of them, but they just keep coming back. Remi shoos them away for her. Maybe one day Sapphire will find love again, but right now she is still mourning her partner who is currently permanently missing with no news of his fate whatsoever.

(Eventually she does find love and has her happily ever after. In the far future she has another child aka Remi’s half-sibling with a nice werewolf guy, when Remi is an adult)

Remi: Son of Sapphire, and grandson of Gregory. Remi is stubborn and tends to react emotionally to things. He thinks this is his fault and blames himself for being temperamental, but in reality he’s just his father’s son. Other than his looks, he doesn’t resemble his mother much. Remi is in a bit of a special situation. Sapphire is his mother, but they’re more like siblings. This is partially due to Sapphire having him at a young age, but mostly due to his grandfather Gregory suggesting that he grows up as his mother’s brother instead of her son. This is to take some stress off Sapphire’s shoulders so she won’t need to be anxious all the time. Originally, Sapphire could’ve raised Remi together with her partner, but that became impossible due to the abduction incident. Raising Remi alone is too much for a young Sapphire, so Gregory stepped up. He doesn’t mind raising his grandson as his son, and tells Sapphire that she can choose to go on and enjoy life as she wishes and leave Remi to him. Whatever she decides, he will be supportive. Sapphire is grateful for her father’s offer, but ultimately decides to be a very involved sister-ish mother in Remi’s life. And that’s that. Their family is a bit special with unconventional dynamics, but still loving nonetheless. Remi calls his mother by her name and his grandfather “Father”. Neither of them minds and they’re quite content with it. Sapphire’s friends also treat Remi as one of them and often ask her if her “brother” wants to tag along for hunting or fishing or something.

Remi’s primary goal in life is to gain power. He wants to grow up to become a strong and wise warrior like his grandfather, and he’s a bit impatient with it, despite being so young and still having lots of time in front of him. Gregory tells him not to worry. Other than that, Remi is rather dense and doesn’t know how to have fun. His friends have to drag him outside or else he’s just training all day.

Remi doesn’t like Ronan and finds him to be creepy. Remi once slapped Ronan across the face when the latter called him “my son”. He knows Ronan has a huge crush on his sister-mom but that’s just going too far. Just… ew. No thanks, bye bye. And stay away from her because she’s not interested!

Remi is too dense to like anyone. (For now)

Zen: Son of unnamed werewolves. Zen is respectful and composed, which are traits that become even more obvious when compared to his best friend Ulrich. Zen is an independent thinker. While he does appreciate Lord Peach and noble Marcus’ efforts to keep the werewolves afloat with extra resources, he believes that the werewolves should gradually wean themselves off the nobles’ help and become truly self-sufficient. It’s not beneficial to rely on outside help and who knows if one day the nobles will come and ask for the werewolves to return the favor since they’ve been “indebted” to them for so long. Zen doesn’t like the idea of his pack having something that can potentially be used against them. In reality, Marcus and his organization would never do such a thing, as they really are altruistic with their good deeds. Still, Zen has a hard time trusting them and he can’t bring himself to let his guard down. Zen has told Peach about his concerns, and the latter has reassured him that his worries will never come to be. Zen thinks otherwise. Peach appreciates Zen’s efforts to watch out for him and their big family, and jokes that he should take a “chill pill”. Zen is not amused.

In his free time, Zen just hangs out with Ulrich. He’s down to do whatever Ulrich is up for. He’s even willing to leave werewolf island and follow his best friend to the ends of the earth if that’s what he wants. That’s how much Ulrich means to him. Sometimes, Zen has dreams where he and Ulrich are in another strange universe where they are not werewolves; instead they are a supernatural race and the dream ends with both of them getting executed by a mysterious winged being. Maybe he’s just too tired, that’s why he’s making up all this crazy shit. But it’s too realistic to be a simple illusion. This gives Zen the chills.

When Ulrich is busy, Zen makes art with chains. He links them one by one. Your average werewolf would find that to be rather boring. Zen thinks it’s therapeutic.

Zen doesn’t have a crush on anyone, though he has a platonic love for Ulrich.

Ulrich: Son of an unnamed half-werewolf mother and werewolf father. Ulrich is mostly pretty tame though he can get fairly angry and jealous when he is upset, where he then tends to lash out at things and people nearby. Probably not the best judgement, because being three-quarters werewolf means that he’s weaker than most of whom he provokes and often ends up getting his regretful ass beaten. Probably deserved it. They didn’t start it, he did, so it’s always his fault. Ulrich would then sulk in the corner with a bloody nose and some bruises and complain to Zen about how the latter is late at comforting him. Zen would just sigh, shake his head, and come over and crouch down with Ulrich and tell him “better not do it next time” as he pats him on the shoulder. Ulrich never listens and he’s definitely doing it again. His one braincell simply never learns. And this cycle continues in an almost comedic manner. Zen is more than capable of defeating Ulrich in a spar at any given moment, but he lets his best friend boss him around without any objections. Ulrich doesn’t even know Zen is just super chill and nice. There’s not another soul in this world who will tolerate his less than favorable attitude and temper without some form of retaliation.

Ulrich is also a bit of a hypocrite. He can hang out others all he wants, but he gets upset when he sees Zen with someone else. He can have many friends, but Zen can only be his friend. His jealousy would cause him to lash out at his best friend at times, but he isn’t actually angry at him. Ulrich just never learned how to properly and calmly express his feelings. Fortunately, Zen accepts all of Ulrich’s flaws and they’re still best friends.

Ulrich has a weird hobby of pulling out his own fangs and fashioning them into necklaces and bracelets. It’s pretty hip, and hey it looks nice. Besides, he’s mostly a werewolf so they’ll grow back in. Ulrich makes Zen wear one of his “diy” necklaces and gets upset when the latter takes it off, so now he has to keep it on the whole time. Zen wouldn’t be surprised is Ulrich is making some pocket money with his unusual jewelry.

Ulrich doesn’t realize, but he too feels platonic love for his best friend. He probably can’t live without Zen.

Thank you for reading and stay tuned for future posts!

[ileens-stuff]

Sorry for the book.

Base (I'm don't have any idea about the original source)

[foxwitchaine]

Little traditional sketch of Claudia

[coldapril]

Claudia

[myiuri]

[wehveechen]

Claudia Tradio is cute and deserves the world. Initially this was going to be a whole scene but... lazy... 

[nemesisfall]

please. embrace this canonically baseless ship w me. they can reflect upon the impact their shitty fathers had on them and noble society, then bring about change with their own hands and their own methods. then kiss.

[rona67th]

Happy Chinese New Year~!!!

here is some chibis for you :D

[myaire21]

Hi. I did a thing.

Based on this other thing.

Kei Ru is a bi cinnamon roll and everyone should know that. He tags along and I love him. 

[zwy01]

I drew the nobles and their tiny heirs!!My precious babies!!❤️💕💕✨✨

I want to see them interact,,, 😭

*headcanon that Lagus’ vine/tentacle skill thingy is actually something that he developed back when he was a new parent to make things more convenient and sometime later he realizes that he can enhance it into a battle skill lol.

[ileens-stuff]

Yay!

I can't find the original source so, this

[foxwitchaine]

Claudia in GRIS’s style

[shadowsphere]

☼Sphere's Noblesse Masterlist☼

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵." -𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯 "𝘐 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩��𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵." -𝘓𝘦𝘰 𝘛𝘰𝘭𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘺

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🔮Nobles

☼ Cadis Etrama Di Raizel ☼ Claudia Tradio ☼ Edian Drosia ☼ Erga Kenesis ☼ Gradeus ☼ Ignes Kravei ☼ Karias Blerster ☼ Kei Ru ☼ Rael Kertia ☼ Ragar Kertia ☼ Rajak Kertia ☼ Roctis Kravei ☼ Seira J. Loyard ☼ Urokai Agvain

🔮Modified Humans

☼ An Sangeen ☼ Dr. Aris ☼ Frankenstein ☼ Geo ☼ Kranz ☼ Mari ☼ Takeo ☼ Taze ☼ Yuri

🔮Humans

☼ Han Shinwoo ☼ Im Suyi ☼ Seo Yuna ☼ Woo Ik-Han

🔮Werewolves

☼ Ashleen ☼ Dorant ☼ Garda ☼ Gaura ☼ Juraki ☼ Lunark ☼ Mirai ☼ Muzaka ☼ Ume

[anangelicday-mrwolf]

Wolfsbane : Noblesse Fanfic (post-ending)

(previous chapter)

Chapter 3 - The gathering

“Good morning, Sir Gechutel.”

“Welcome, Lady Seira.”

“We are pleased to see you again, Sir Regis.”

As a former head of a clan and two young heads of clans waltzed through the corridor leading to the Lord’s Hall, the Central Knights who happened to be in their way bowed and expressed their full respect.

“Are you nervous, sir?”

Seira cautiously asked Regis, who was fidgeting with the sleeves of the new garment he recently came to possess as the official head of the Landegres.

“O-of course not.”

“No need to be concerned. I am here, and so is Sir Gechutel. Besides, you have known the rest of the heads of clans since centuries ago.”

“Right... That’s right. Yeah, I’ll be fine. I mean, I’m fine. So don’t worry, Seira.”

Regis masked himself with I-don’t-give-a-damn-about-what-you-think atmosphere he commonly wore, raising his head high. Unbeknownst to him, however, Seira could see exactly what he was haunted with.

Seira could see that (according to a metaphor she once picked up from Ikhan and Shinwoo) Regis was feeling as if he was about to face Mr. Fedor by the gate, waiting for any student who dared to show up after classes had begun.

Just when she was about to offer another word of consolation to a rookie head of a clan endeavoring to hide his nervousness,

“My, my! If it isn’t the honorable heads of Landegres and Loyard!”

Shouted someone, his voice obviously pitched high and loud on purpose. The three pairs of ruby-red pupils rapidly rotated backwards in search of the source of the voice.

As a result, they found a man with pale skin and orange hair smiling at them. His façade would have counted as fair, if it were not for his dreadfully pallid skin – so colorless that everybody would suspect he ran away from a hospital for the majorly diseased.

“I am gravely sorry, but you are...?”

“Oh, where are my manners? My name is Deneb Illiness.”

The man displayed a motion of courtesy as he answered Regis. And Gechutel was the one who responded.

“Deneb Illiness? You mean the head of the Illiness clan?”

“So you remember me, Sir Gechutel. Which is a great honor. Correct me if I am mistaken – isn’t this the first time we are seeing each other ever since you passed on your title to Sir Regis?”

“Haha, indeed it is.”

“I must say, it has been so long since I last saw you, Sir Regis. I cannot pronounce how glad I am to see you this morning. I have been waiting for my chance to greet you in person.”

Regis knew it would be very rude of him not to answer, but he could not maneuver his tongue as needed. He was painstakingly skimming through his memories, trying to pinpoint exactly when he first picked up the name “Illiness.”

“And I believe this is our first encounter in person, Lady Seira.”

Deneb, instead of waiting for Regis to reply, fully concentrated his gaze on Seira’s countenance as he smoothed out his voice.

Seira momentarily held her breath, for she could have sworn she saw a vision of a ravenous viper coiled up in a huge ball of desire upon hearing him address her.

“It is a tremendous joy and honor to at last meet the one and only head of the Loyards. It is a huge shame that I have missed my past opportunities to introduce myself to such a beauty. Which is why I sincerely look forward to meeting you more often from now on.”

Seira soundlessly attended to a series of words so slickly delivered by Deneb. Gechutel picked up that she did not have anything in particular to reciprocate to Deneb; hence he stepped in with a faint smile.

“What a shame, but we must get back on our track. Why not save the rest of the conversation for the future?”

“Oh, dear me. My apologies – again. We cannot allow any delay or hindrance in the Lord’s gathering. So please, go ahead. But rest assured, it was a true pleasure to share my time with you, albeit very briefly.”

Deneb’s orange hair waved up and down before he walked away. Regis made sure that his footsteps faded enough before he opened his mouth.

“Just who is he? There’s no denying I have heard the name Illiness before, but I cannot remember when.”

Gechutel, who had his eyes fixed on Deneb’s back with emotions more than pregnant, hand-motioned at the two young nobles to move for more details.

“Upon the former lord’s eternal departure and betrayal of several former heads of clans, the names upon which Lukedonia can rely on were naturally decimated to seven, widely referred to as the heptaclans. Well, now we should recoin the term as the octaclans, as Claudia’s devotion won back honor and credit for the name of Tradio. However, I believe you two are aware that there are more than eight names in Lukedonia that have sustained their titles and properties.”

“Most certainly. There have been subhistories of inheritance of individual names and privileged leadership since the genesis of our kind. The only difference between owners of such histories and the pure descendants of the octaclans is that the former lack positions in the Lord’s Hall.”

“And Illiness happens to be one of the clans not appointed at the Lord’s Hall. As for Deneb, he took the lead of his clan when he was not much older than either of you. Natheless, his extraordinary eloquence and artistry of weaving connections intra-clan and extra-clan brought him a notable elevation among the non-octaclans, or the clans other than the eight clans regularly permitted at the Lord’s Hall. In fact, it is thanks to him that the Illiness clan presently boasts the strongest influence among the non-octaclans.”

“Oh...! Now I remember. Despite the fact that he is still young – in fact, even younger than Rael – he has been the head of the Illiness clan even before we set out to the human world.”

Regis joined his grandfather in nodding, while Seira kept on walking, unruffled and unfazed. It was because – thanks to Regis – she was reminded of another noble who returned to Lukedonia to resume command of his clan.

It has been 4 days since the young heads of clans returned home, and the day has come for the thronemaster of noblekind to discuss with the heads of octaclans what is ebbing and flowing within and beyond the Lukedonian shoreline.

In other words, the day has come for Regis and Rael to start visiting the Lord’s Hall as the ones in charge of their respective clans.

‘Which reminds me, where could Sir Rael be?’

Though its fame and familiarity with reclusion are no match for those of the Ru clan, the Kertia clan has also made a name for itself with lack of communication with its fellow clans. Which is partially why neither Seira nor Regis ever thought about inviting Rael for today’s walk to the Lord’s Hall.

That is to say, they rid themselves of a chance to find out what lies at Rael’s heart now that he is about to take on his duties as a head of a clan.

Seira could bet nobody would expect the young Kertia to produce a noteworthy feat on his first day.

‘But he should at least show that he is ready for the task.’

Seira lifted her head as she marked a period to her thought, staring straight at the regal doors of the Lord’s Hall. The doors slid open with heavy noise, and the three nobles stopped short as if their minds were in synchronization. 

The supposedly empty hall was occupied by a very familiar blonde noble, standing poised, motionless in the spot that once belonged to Razark.

“Good morning, Rael.”

Rael broke free from his statuesque inertia only when Gechutel called him within a couple steps.

“Welcome, Sir Gechutel. Sir Regis. Lady Seira.”

Rael’s greeting rendered them enormously doubtful of their own hearings. The lower half of his face was concealed in the Kertia fashion, thus made elusive from his audience; nevertheless, his voice was as serene as the surface of a glassy winter lake.

“What is the meaning of this, Rael?”

Regis retorted, his pupils spinning in wild bewilderment. Seira conveyed wonder just as big with her eyes, twice as large as its usual size.

“A lot has changed as of now. Therefore, I personally concluded that I must change as well.”

Rael announced oh-so-calmly, as if in turn questioning their reactions. In doing so, he conferred on Regis an urge to slap himself for treating Seira no differently from his past.

“Karious once promised me there is no need to worry about the future of the Kertias. And it appears Karious has for once said something absolutely sane.”

Is that supposed to mean that Sir Karious has been otherwise insane?

Responding to Gechutel’s comment that was surely not meant to disrespect the head of the Bluster clan, Seira and Regis very quickly darted looks at the white-haired speaker. In contrast, Rael did not even bat an eye.

“I am proud of you, Rael. I give you my sincerest welcome for officially joining the Lord’s Hall.”

Rael accepted Gechutel’s salutation with a silent bow of his head, and the two Landegres walked away, whereas Seira cast her eyes at Rael. However, Rael had already turned his body in its original pose, seemingly engrossed in his thoughts without even recognizing her presence.

After much deliberation, Seira decided to open her mouth, only to be interrupted by the rest of the expected attendants.

“Well, well, well – look who it is!”

Karious raised his hand in glee, with Rosaria, Kei, Ludis, and Claudia shadowing him.

“As much as I anticipated this scene, I feel so proud of seeing you three kids waiting for us! Now, where did I put my hanky?”

“What was that about kids and handkerchief...? Karious, how many times do I have to tell you to watch your tongue?!”

Rosaria snapped at Karious, loud enough to make him shrivel like a shameplant blasted with harsh gust.

“If you’ve got time to spare to flaunt your stupidity, why don’t you spare it for your feet and get over to your place? She is on her way.”

Rosaria cut Karious’s attempt to retaliate, as she tapped her temple. Immediately Karious straightened himself, and the rest of the heads of clans followed suit.

For Rosaria’s action and words could mean only one thing – their lord signaled her appearance through her mind link, just steps away from flourishing her cape at her throne.

  *****

Enough time has passed to make it no easy job for the ten nobles to remember when was the last time all octaclans had a gathering. Nonetheless, nothing has particularly changed.

For one thing, before Regis, Seira, and Rael permanently returned to Lukedonia, several heads of clans and even lord herself had been visiting Korea in turns. And since nobles are endowed with lifespan far exceeding those of other races, the time that the three young heads of clans had spent outside cannot be even dubbed long.

In fact, if transfigured into human standards, it is safe to say they have merely returned from a school trip worth a week or two.

Hence hello’s and how’s-it-going’s were naturally omitted, shaping the atmosphere as serious as it could be. It was also partly because the first topic of discussion concerned what is left of the Union.

“According to the status crosscheck we conducted with KSA’s assistance just before our return, there is a worldwide movement in eradicating what the Union has left behind, still in the beginning stage but definitely there. The facilities and institutions that have been receiving support from the Union or disguised as civilian properties are being shut down upon search and discovery.”

“And that country is not exempt from this phenomenon. Currently, the KSA is engaged with thorough shutdown of the remaining Union facilities – especially those related to Crombell, who was the key personnel of the Union.”

As soon as Regis and Seira reported, Karious asked in not-at-all-comical-tone for once.

“Is the boss... I mean, is Sir Frankenstein and his men also taking part in the operation?”

“Yes. Since the three of them were once bound to the Union, we expect they would prove highly helpful, with their experiences to add more than a handful of hands in tracking the Union whereabouts.”

“Their journey will not prove so peaceful, however. The Union is now a beast beheaded, yet its body still breathes and struggles to stay breathing.”

“My lord. Even though Seira and Regis will reside at Lukedonia, I presume it will bring mutual good to dispatch them temporarily to the human world to provide help if needed.”

Lascrea nodded in response to very professionally listed opinions from Seira, Regis, and Gechutel.

“I, too, wish to see no more forlorn sacrifice in relation to the Union. And absolutely no more from the Noblesse. He has already sacrificed so much for all of us; it is but logical to make sure he never again spills his life.”

Every listener very solemnly lowered head or slightly nodded in agreement.

“Which reminds me, I heard the human reporters who aided me in sending my message to the human world are still here.”

“You were told correct, my lord.”

Lascrea was more than correct. The reporters who almost shipped themselves to the other world in search of Lukedonia still lingered.

By now they were supposed to be home, if only time was gracious with them. Unable to even make a proper end to the interview, Lascrea had to set off to thwart Crombell’s last scheme for human extinction, whose existence consequently scattered into bloody stardust in the air. As a result, Lukedonia made all of its functions frozen in order to pay elegiac respect to the noble sword that guarded the noblekind.

And even after Lascrea verified her survival in person, she was held terribly busy with her top priorities, including stabilization of Lukedonia and reinforcement of alliance with the wolfkind, its throne rekindled by its ex-lord. She could thereby find time six days after her return to discuss how to send back their human guests.

“Please forgive us, my lord, for not being competent enough to send back our visitors much sooner. We will make proper amendments on the matter, as soon as we complete regular procedures of determining whether they have acquired any intelligence that may manifest as threat to our kind in the future.”

“No, Ludis. I need them to stay a bit longer.”

“...Beg your pardon?”

“I have something to ask them in person.”

Rosaria glanced at Lascrea to ask what she has in mind, only to seal her lips right away. Nobody questioned her sudden shift, though, for Lascrea’s eyes, as sanguine as those born nobles, fleetingly flashed with firm determination not a soul would dare to mimic.

The gleam in her eyes soon vanished, and Lascrea returned to a very-lordly-manner to examine what was waiting for her attention. Her faithful followers filled her in with intelligence and advice she needed, and everyone found a chance to speak as the gathering went on for 10 minutes, 30 minutes, and eventually an hour.

That is, everyone including Kei, Rosaria, and even Karious and Claudia.

Or that is, everyone except Rael, who was the sole attendant to keep his speechless stance.

*****

‘Perhaps he was a little intimidated,’ thought Seira, as she watched Rael striding outside as soon as he finished giving his farewell after the gathering.

She could remember the time when she first entered the Lord’s Hall as the head of the Loyards.

Despite being a legitimate head of a clan, the only thing she could do was watching the experienced heads of clans voicing themselves and sharing ideas and proposals. Even when they reached the puzzles and debates following her father’s death, Gechutel got to speak in her place.

She was aware the gathering at the time was an irregular situation. After all, he was the one who informed her about her father’s demise, and she was basically hit in the head with her father’s title and responsibilities out of blue, not at all prepared or practiced enough to perform what she was entrusted with.

The term “sudden” or any other thesauric expression would be an understatement of the circumstances.

However, with the facts aside, she was well-aware of what it feels like to be an authenticated head of a clan who could not even pretend to speak in the Lord’s Hall.

So contrary to her past experiences or her normal behavioral patterns, she tried to call upon Rael, until she was interrupted by a voice, so unexpected and so unexpectedly timed that her eyes wavered for a moment.

“Lady Seira!”

(next chapter)

I give you a character of my creation - Deneb Illiness (yes, his surname was based on “illness,” for a good reason). I figured there would be more clans composing Lukedonia (it’s just that they didn’t get their chances to be featured under the spotlight) and decided to create a clan for this fanfic. By the way, the terms “heptaclans,” “octaclans,” and “non-octaclans” are the terms I coined for this fanfic, in order to tell apart the canon noble clans from the noble clans I will introduce in my fanfic.

I hope you’d stay tuned for more!

[wehveechen]

My Garden Blooms for You - Jonquil: Return my Affection

Chapter 4 of my NesDia fanfic! <3 I am just in a state of incoherent screaming, so... yeah. I die. But I die in happy feels.

This dungeon felt like it was no part of this world at all, safely located in its own little dimension where nothing else was real. Her father was not real. The Noblesse was not real. Maduke was not real. Maybe even she and Claudia were not real. With a helpless snort, she reached out and pressed her fingertips against Claudia's arm. She felt the fabric under her fingers. She was here, flesh and blood, she could hear her heartbeat, her soft breath, the scent of various flowers and old parchment that always clung to the Tradios. No. She must not cry again, like the helpless, stupid child she often felt like.

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[laryna6]

Been reading some of your Noblesse fics and Holy Sh*t, it NEVER occurred to me that Nobles might have different brain chemistry in addition to different culture. Despite how much like Vampires they are not, I'd been thinking of them as basically humans with extra powers. Are you averse to people using some of your Noble Instinct Headcanons in fics, so long as those ideas are attributed back to you? I was considering writing a Claudia Tradio-centric oneshot that explores similar themes.

I am absolutely not adverse to it! I’d love to see what other people come up with playing with that idea, in face.