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Royal Blood

Female!Reader x Alpha!Seonghwa

Genre: A/B/O, Royalty

Warning: Surprises, Sneaking Around, Domestic Fluff, Panic, Anxiety, Mentions of Poisoning, Yelling, Werewolf Senses

Words: 5.5K

Chapter Four

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Prompt: You were a princess in name alone. Unable to perform any of the duties that come with the title. It seemed to be your destiny to live a quiet life. That is until you met someone who refused to see you silenced. Perhaps your fate was wrong all along.

“Sneaking into the princess’ quarters during the day shouldn’t be too much trouble.”

“I know she has no guards, but she’s not completely alone during the day.”

“From what I’ve gathered, we only have a small handful of people to worry about.”

“So then, what is your plan for them?”

“For starters, if you’re willing, you could ask San for a favor.” Hongjoong stated. “As a scholar, San would have the authority to request the princess’ eunuch help him with errands. That way someone you know would keep the eunuch busy and be aware of his current movements. Of course this would only be necessary for the days you wish to visit.”

“Hm, I see your point. Although it is risky to ask such a thing. Wooyoung seems reliable and doesn’t ask questions. San on the other hand…”

“The eunuch isn’t too much of a problem. Now that the princess is confined to her quarters, her eunuch only visits her when the King requests her presence for the royal family gatherings. Those tend to happen on a predictable basis, so the eunuch isn’t really any trouble.”

“Indeed. What of the court ladies?”

“They visit the princess at certain times every day, following a routine. In order to ensure your privacy, Wooyoung could keep an eye on the ladies, making sure they don’t spontaneously return to interrupt you. The two tend to stick together, so it would be easy for Wooyoung to charm them and keep them occupied until they return to their duties.”

“Then that just leaves you as my look-out, simple enough.”

“Unfortunately that’s not the case.”

“What else is there?”

“The royal family. The King has never once visited the princess, and has no reason to. The Queen only ever visits the princess when something happens, or perhaps after a family gathering, but the Crown Prince, he visits sporadically. Of course his visits aren’t as frequent given his current studies, but they are unpredictable. A day you choose to visit could coincidentally be the day he does too, and I cannot fathom the consequences.”

“Hm… so the real problem is the Crown Prince. Everyone else, even the princess’ court ladies and eunuch, keep a distance. He is the only one who cares to see her.”

“Apologies for not having a solution.”

“There’s no need for that. The Crown Prince may visit the princess on a whim, but there are certain days he cannot do that. Since I am to foster a friendship with him, I should know when those days are. Then we can plan accordingly.”

“That should work.”

“It should, but let’s not be hasty. Tell Wooyoung to get friendly with the court ladies, I’ll see if San is reliable. We��ll go from there.”

Seonghwa did like his odds with this plan, as he could have all his bases covered, but he knew patience was important. For the time being he continued making visits at night when he could, and had Wooyoung report to him about his progress. San wasn’t a necessary part of his plan, but he did want to see if he could be trusted. What Seonghwa needed most was people on his side, at the moment all he had was Hongjoong, and Wooyoung by proxy.

“I didn’t think I’d be seeing much of you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve heard all about you and the Crown Prince.” San commented. “You are a Park after all.”

“Yeah, but that’s different. We’re friends, I’d rather spend time with you.”

“Then why not a night out? I bet you could use one.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea, but I’m rather busy at night.”

“I bet.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m not blind, Seonghwa. I know you’re busy during the day but you’re clearly not getting enough sleep at night. So, my guess, you’re seeing someone. Specifically you’re sneaking around. I presume you don’t want your father knowing.”

“You can say that…”

“So, are you gonna tell me who it is? Wait, are you and Hongjoong-”

“No! San, please.”

“It was just a thought… then who?”

“I can’t say.”

“Hm, why not? You worried I’m gonna tell your father?”

“Would you?”

“Why would I? I’m not acquainted with your father, and what kind of friend would I be if I screwed you over in regards to love.”

“In that case… you could help me with something.”

“Ah, what is it?”

“As a scholar I’m sure you’re busy, so why not bother an eunuch to help you out. I know just the one who’s always looking for some work.”

“Who would that be?”

“The princess’ eunuch.”

“The… wait… are you seeing…”

“…”

“Seonghwa!”

“Quiet!”

“Oh my gosh, I cannot… actually, I can… wow… that explains a lot…”

“Is it obvious…?”

“Honestly, not really. Others might think you’re staying up late to finish something important, but I know you’re a hard worker who wouldn’t sacrifice sleep for such a thing. So of course it has to be about a lover.”

“I guess I can’t fool you.”

“Hardly. If anyone was ever going to marry the princess, it would be you.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Come on, you’re the history enthusiast here. You know how things work when it comes to a princess. Her marriage tends to be some sort of arrangement for power, but lords aren’t exactly eager to be a brother-in-law to the future king, even if their family benefits. Besides, the princess is ill, so it’s likely the royal family won’t bother marrying her off.”

“So then where do I come in?”

“Well, with all that information, if anyone was ever going to approach the princess and want to marry her, it would be out of genuine love. You’re the only person that comes to mind.”

“Really?”

“You knew each other when you were kids, and you’re a Park. It kinda makes sense.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, I’m afraid.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I knew of her in my youth, but never truly met her until now. Also, because I’m a Park I shouldn’t get involved with the royal family in such a way. My father and the King have done great things for the nation, if both families were to become in-laws, other ministers and scholars could argue it’s a conflict of interest.”

“Hm, I see. For generations the Parks and Jeongs have simply worked together but if they were to become family and continue with their current roles, it could get messy. No wonder you’re being so careful, you really don’t want your father to know.”

“He knows.”

“He does!”

“It’s why my father has been piling on my work. He’s trying to keep me busy.”

“Ah, and you’re still going against him, huh?”

“I’m not gonna let him get in my way.”

“So why do you need me to distract the princess’ eunuch? I thought you did night visits?”

“I want to change that.”

“Oh, I see… are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Seonghwa threw a glare. “What do you mean?”

“Well, the Crown Prince visits every now and then, what if he catches you? Actually, aren’t you and the Crown Prince getting acquainted? How’s he gonna feel when he finds out you want to marry the princess?”

“I’ve already considered all that, so you don’t need to worry. I just need to know if you’re on my side, if you’ll help me.”

“Sure, I don’t see why not. I benefit from this, although I want something in return.”

“I’m sure it’s within reason, right?”

“Of course. I just want you to tell me about your dates.”

“San!”

“Come on, I want to know. The princess is such a mystery, and you’re over here sneaking around to see her, it’s so romantic. Please. I can keep a secret.”

“Fine, but if rumors start going around, I will take your head.”

“Deal! So, tell-”

“Later.”

“Awe, come on, just a little snippet. What are her quarters like?”

“Do you like the princess or something?”

“No, no, I’m not gonna steal your girl. I just want to know about the person who’s stolen your heart. That’s all.”

“She… she has her own garden. It’s more beautiful than the royal one.”

“Ah, cute.”

With every base covered things could move forward in Seonghwa’s plan. He wanted to build a good foundation before trying anything. Of course the final part was to figure out when the Crown Prince would be out of his way. At least once or twice a week he’d go to the Crown Prince’s library, simply socializing or discussing current policies. It was more of a mental exercise for the two as they had no say on the matters yet, but it was important to keep up appearances. Eventually Seonghwa got what he wanted.

“I’ll be gone for a few days, so you don’t have to come and find me.”

“Oh, traveling? I heard you haven’t left the palace in quiet some time.”

“Precisely. My father believes it’s best to visit some of the areas outside the palace, see how the people live. I agree. If I am to be King one day, I need to better understand my subjects.”

“That’s a good mentality to have.”

“If you’d like to join me, I don’t see either of our fathers opposing the idea.”

“I’ve lived outside of the palace for a long time, I’m not quiet ready to leave it.”

“I see, perhaps another time.”

“We’ll have plenty more chances for adventures in the future.”

Seonghwa relayed the information to Hongjoong, deciding the day the Crown Prince left was the day he’d visit. Everything was prepared accordingly, and on the chosen day Seonghwa was up before sunrise, going into the markets to pick up a gift and little cakes he had wanted to give you before. As he returned he wound up running into the Crown Prince on his way out.

“I didn’t expect you’d see me off.”

“That wasn’t my intention, but it’s a pleasant encounter. Safe travels, your highness.”

“Thank you, I’ll see you when I return.”

“Until then.”

Seonghwa bowed and waited until the Crown Prince and his entourage were gone. He was excited for the day, eager to see the look on your face. By now San was already giving tasks to the eunuch, and he knew Wooyoung had been getting very friendly with the court ladies. As Seonghwa and Hongjoong made their way to the princess’ quarters he could see Wooyoung and the two court ladies walking together, all laughing.

“I’ll let you know when lunch time is approaching, otherwise, you should have no interruptions.”

“Excellent.”

♦♦♥♦♦

Before leaving Yunho had come to pay you a visit, letting you know he’d be away from the palace for a while. You were a bit jealous that he got to go out and see the world, but he promised to come tell you stories when he got back. You wanted to see him off, but you knew if the Queen caught wind of you sneaking out things would somehow get worse for you. Instead you’d just wait for your brother to return. You figured that perhaps you’d see a bit more of Seonghwa, but you could only hope.

“Princess…”

You heard a whisper as you were eating breakfast, looking around in confusion. You thought maybe you were hearing things but then you heard a knock. Your window was open, which only made things stranger. Then you noticed the silhouette of a person at your door. For a moment you panicked, and then the doors slid open, revealing a familiar face. Your eyes went wide and everything clicked into place.

“Seonghwa!?”

“Good morning, princess.”

“What are you doing here!?” You jumped to your feet. “Seonghwa! What if someone sees you!?”

“I’ve already taken care of everything. No one’s going to bother us.”

“But-”

“Wooyoung is with your court ladies, and San is keeping your eunuch busy today. Hongjoong is my lookout and the Crown Prince is out of the palace. Who could possibly discover us?”

“… you… you really thought of everything… you’re really here…”

“I told you I wanted to see you during the day, and nothing was going to stop me.”

You were still nervous about this whole ordeal, but the more you thought about it the more you were in awe. He had all the important people out of the way. Only misfortune would interrupt this moment. You laughed with joy and hugged Seonghwa tight, still finding the whole scene unbelievable. Seonghwa hugged you back, rubbing circles along your back.

“Alright, alright, you still need to eat breakfast. It’s one of the most important meals of the day.”

“Wait, what about you!? Aren’t you hungry?”

“I’m alright, plus I brought you something.” Seonghwa revealed a small bag, the smell coming from it was divine. “These are fresh from the market.”

“The market? You mean outside the palace?”

“Yes. I woke up extra early to get them for you. I hope you like them.”

“Seonghwa, you didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did, today is a very special day.”

With your mind at ease you happily welcomed Seonghwa to share a meal with you. It made you so giddy you couldn’t contain your smile. Seonghwa insisted on feeding you, wanting you to eat some proper food before you tried the little cakes he had brought. They tasted just as good as they smelled. This was your first time eating something from outside the palace and it was so good.

“Tell me, how does palace food compare to outside food?”

“Hm, I’d say palace food is good and healthy, but there are so many other foods out there that are just so delicious. These little cakes for one you won’t find in here.”

“Wow, I can only imagine the type of foods you’ve had growing up.”

“I’ll see if maybe I can bring you some.”

“You don’t think I could maybe sneak out with you?”

“Ah, weren’t you the one talking about how dangerous it was for me to be here during the day, and now you want to sneak out of the palace?”

“I didn’t think you’d actually figure out a way to sneak in here. Maybe you could get me out of the palace… then again, you’d be in big trouble if we got caught.”

“I’ll think about it though. Sneaking you out at night would be far easier, but the problem will always be the Crown Prince.”

“I know. He won’t be around for a while.”

“So I can come see you lots more.”

After you finished eating you took your medicine, your grimace making Seonghwa chuckle. You both enjoyed the rest of the cakes out in your garden while cuddling atop a blanket. Seonghwa was glad to see you bask in the sun, getting to see you in a new light. Time seemed to move so fast that before he knew it Hongjoong was signalling to him that it was almost noon, and he had to leave.

“Are you gonna visit me tomorrow?”

“I’d like to, but I have to see how everything went today first.”

“Alright, but either way, today was wonderful.”

“I agree. Before I go, I do have a gift for you.”

“A gift?”

“Something to commemorate such a day.”

Seonghwa revealed a small pouch, pulling out a necklace from it. The gold sparkled in the sunlight, and hanging from the chain was a beautiful sun and moon cradled together.

“It’s beautiful, Seonghwa.”

“Then it will match you well.”

Seonghwa moved your hair aside and placed the necklace on you, enjoying the happiness on your face. Being gifted flowers was one thing, but something like this was new.

“I love it.”

“I’m glad you do. I hope it reminds you of me and keeps you company while I am away.”

“Thank you. It’s wonderful!”

You hugged Seonghwa tightly, not wanting him to go, but you knew he had to. You had taken up his morning, and surely he had things to do as well. You were grateful for the time he gave you, and looked forward to more day time visits. Seonghwa didn’t want to leave you either. He could simply hide while your court ladies brought you lunch, but he can’t push his luck on the first day. As he held you in his arms he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Your scent was so faint, it was practically nonexistent, but with his sharp nose he could pick up on the slightest hint of honey sweetness. One day he really wanted to know your scent, but that was a whole other conversation. Although as he held you he picked up on something strange.

Concern immediately showed on his face, but you didn’t see it. Perhaps he was mistaken, but this was such a strange thing to randomly come to mind. He pushed it aside and made sure to part ways on a good note, promising to visit soon. Afterwards he gathered with his people, asking how things went on their end. For Wooyoung nothing of note happened. The ladies did their duty and spent their free time lounging around. Since they were important to the princess they couldn’t be given orders by others, unless such orders came from the King and Queen themselves. As for San, he seems to have made a new friend. The eunuch preferred the consistency of helping one person than just being yanked around all day.

“So the day was a success?”

“I’d say so.”

After lunch Seonghwa returned to his usual tasks. Hongjoong remained by his side, finishing up his own meal.

“Will you be visiting again tomorrow?”

“I want to, but I’d like to try in the afternoon.”

“You mean after lunch?”

“Yes, get a feel for both times and see what works best.”

“That shouldn’t be much of a problem.”

“I don’t think so either. Hongjoong, may I ask for your opinion on something?”

“Such as?”

“The princess expressed a desire to sneak out of the palace. Do you think such a thing is plausible?”

“I think you know the answer. It’s very well possible, but realistically only at night. Even then, doing such a thing is extremely risky. She is still a princess, and if something were to happen, or you get caught, we could all end up dead.”

“I know. I don’t wish to put her in danger but the idea of stepping out of the palace really made her eyes light up. She’s been a prisoner here her whole life, and her cage has only gotten smaller as of late.”

“It’s not really possible now, but when you accomplish your goal, you could certainly venture out together with all the necessary precautions.”

“When? You truly believe in my desires?”

“I do. Either I’ll address you as your majesty one day, or we’ll be buried in the ground. I welcome whichever outcome destiny bestows upon us.”

“I agree.”

♦♦♥♦♦

Seonghwa felt confident with an afternoon visit, planning accordingly and surprising you once more. You welcomed him, and shared a meal once again, enjoying each other’s company out in your garden. This time around Seonghwa brought some of his work, wanting to do something rather mundane with you. The idea was wonderful as it made you feel normal, and less alone. As Seonghwa read his books and jotted down notes you were painting at his side. You wanted to paint him, but you couldn’t do it in secret. If anything you’d ask him about it so he could dress up if he wanted to.

Seonghwa did prefer the early visits, being one of the first people to see you in the morning. He could get you fresh pastries from the market and brighten your day. As he got a bit more comfortable and confident he began sneaking in the moment the court ladies were gone. That way the two of you had as much time as possible. Although something had been bothering him, and he was only aware of it in the morning. He thought he had just been imagining things, but after the first time he made a point to look out for it, and he never failed to find it. Now he just needed to find the source. He had tried to be discrete about it, but you only ever watched him, so of course you’d notice.

“What’s wrong, Seonghwa?”

“… nothing, it’s nothing.”

“I don’t believe that. What is it? I mean…” You took a moment. “I can tell something is up, and if I can help I would like to, but I understand if you don’t want to share…”

“No, no, it’s not that… I don’t want to worry you.”

“What would I worry about?”

“I… when I’m here… in the morning… I keep catching this faint scent of wolfsbane.”

“Wolfsbane? That’s impossible. The only wolfsbane in the palace is in the armory. You haven’t been around there, have you?”

“No. I have no reason to, but it’s bothering me.”

“I don’t smell anything, but then again my senses don’t really work.”

“It’s alright. I could be crazy, but I do want to figure this out.”

“Well, you’re more than welcome to search my quarters if it’ll ease your worries.”

“I don’t want to rummage around your things, that’s incredibly rude.”

“If it helps you I don’t mind.”

“I appreciate that but… have you been feeling alright lately?”

“That depends on what you mean by alright. I haven’t really gotten any worse, or better.”

“Hm…”

“You think you’re getting it from the food? Maybe a guard or something was in the kitchen and the scent of wolfsbane lingered.”

“I haven’t really gotten the scent from there. I’ve also eaten your food before too and nothing ever seemed off with it.”

“Then let’s try something else.”

You moved the table aside, getting closer to Seonghwa and taking his hands in yours. He wasn’t sure what you had in mind, but he’d play along.

“Close your eyes and focus on your sense of smell. I know you said the scent was faint, but with your nose maybe you can find the source.”

“Perhaps.”

“Try it.”

Seonghwa did as you asked, closing his eyes and focusing on his sense of smell. He honed in on the smells of your room, identifying them and moving past them. When he caught a faint whiff of wolfsbane he slowly moved his head. You noticed his actions and let go of his hands, letting him follow the scent. Seonghwa did just that, getting on his hands and knees and moving carefully until he hit a table. He opened his eyes and saw a small bowl, traces of some mysterious liquid lingering.

“What is this?”

“That’s my medicine.”

“Medicine?”

“Yes. I take it every morning. It’s a mix of herbs and stuff. It has a bitter taste, so I take it first before eating.”

Seonghwa picked up the bowl, taking in a deep breath. He could smell wolfsbane, but he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure this was it. After putting the bowl down he moved closer to you, leaning in and making you move back a bit. When he had initially caught the scent of wolfsbane it had been while close to you. Now that he was following the scent he was led to you again. He wasn’t sure if it was just his fears or not, but he could smell wolfsbane coming from your lips.

“Does the medicine help you?”

“It keeps me healthy. I haven’t gotten worse so I guess it’s working. Why?”

“Don’t drink it tomorrow morning, wait for me.”

“Huh? Seonghwa-”

“Please.”

“You think there’s wolfsbane in my medicine?”

“I don’t know, but I can check tomorrow. Promise you won’t drink it until I come by.”

“Alright, I promise.”

“Good girl.”

Seonghwa hoped he was wrong about this, because just thinking about it was making him worry. The next day couldn’t come fast enough but when it did Seonghwa was with you bright and early. You were of course happy to see him, but you knew he had something else on his mind. You handed him the little bowl that held your medicine, not having a drop of it. He smelled the contents, getting an earthy smell, and he had to admit it really did smell like medicine. Although he did also catch a tiny hint of wolfsbane. He didn’t really ask, but decided to take a sip anyway.

“Seonghwa-”

Before you could finish your words Seonghwa spit out the medicine, a grimace on his face. You could have reminded him of the bitter taste before he did such a thing, but then he merely tossed out the bowl’s contents into your yard.

“Seonghwa! Are you insane!”

“Don’t drink that.”

“Seonghwa!”

“There’s wolfsbane in your medicine.”

“What?”

“I know you probably can’t tell with your senses all numbed up, but I tasted it. You shouldn’t be drinking that.”

“There is no way there’s wolfsbane in my medicine! You’re crazy.”

“I know it sounds that way, but you have to believe me. I may have tasted a bit, but it was there, I’m certain of it.”

“Seonghwa, it’s medicine, and I need it!”

“Do you? Tell me, since you’ve started taking it, have you actually gotten better?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Think about it, has it actually helped you? Or made things worse?”

“I… I… well… it didn’t really help when I first started taking it… but that was just my body adjusting to the medicine, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“It could.” Seonghwa grabbed your shoulders. “Don’t take the medicine anymore.”

“Seonghwa, I can’t just-”

“Just for a bit, see what happens.”

“Seonghwa…”

“I know, I know.” Seonghwa cradled your face. “What I’m asking is insane, and a lot, but I need you to trust me here. I’m terrified of what this means.”

As crazy as this all sounded, you could tell Seonghwa was being sincere. You didn’t like this, but you’d trust him for now. Besides, you were already skipping your medicine today. There was no way you could get another serving without raising suspicion. Seonghwa hugged you tightly, wanting to make the most of the time you had left, even if he had certainly spoiled the mood. You both did your best to put this behind you, just glad to be in each other’s company. Not to mention your brother would be returning soon, so your days were numbered.

“I’ll be by tomorrow, you’ll keep your promise, right?”

“I will. Promise.”

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Until then.”

Seonghwa left after putting a smile on your face. Once outside your quarters he was greeted by Hongjoong. Although the boy noticed the serious look on his face.

“I heard a bit of a commotion earlier, is everything alright?”

“No. I need you to investigate who is in charge of the princess’ medicine and meals.”

“Is something wrong?”

“I believe someone is poisoning the princess, has been for years.”

♦♦♥♦♦

You were worried about Seonghwa. Everything he had said, you didn’t want to believe him, but all you could do was trust him. Your sense didn’t work the way they were supposed to. As far as you knew the medicine didn’t even have a smell, yet he could pick up on the details, and even taste wolfsbane. In all honesty you were scared. If you didn’t take your medicine you had no idea what would happen to you. All your life you had been so weak and powerless, believing the medicine you took gave you what little strength you had. Seonghwa didn’t see it that way, and he had no reason to lie to you. He was going to look into things, so you just had to be patient and wait for news. It was probably gonna drive you insane until then.

♦♦♥♦♦

Even though Seonghwa had Hongjoong looking into the situation, there were other things he could do. There was someone he had wanted to meet for a while now, and he finally had a good reason too. When he had a moment in the afternoon he went off to look for a physician. He knocked at the door, getting the attention of the gentleman present.

“Hello, I’m looking for a physician.”

“Ah, Lord Park, it’s an honor to meet you.” The gentleman bowed. “I’m physician Kang, how can I help you?”

“Aren’t you a royal physician?”

“I am, but considering who your father is, I’m at your service as well.”

“Oh, lucky me. I’ve simply been feeling under the weather and wanted a professional opinion.”

“Of course, come with me and have a seat.”

For privacy’s sake, Seonghwa was led into another room. He took a seat as the physician began his examination.

“Physician-”

“You can just call me Yeosang if that’s easier for you.”

“Yeosang then. I must say, you’re pretty young to be a physician, a royal one at that.”

“I’ve always wanted to heal others, ever since I was little. I studied hard and now here I am.”

“You must be very good to be where you are.”

“I believe so, but I also have some favor with the Crown Prince.”

“Ah, you must be good friends. No wonder he trusts you to attend to him and his family.”

“I’m just doing my job at the end of the day.”

“I suppose you have your hands full dealing with the princess’ illness. I’m sure you take good care of her. I haven’t had a chance to see her since she stopped going on her walks.”

“Just a precaution. Her health is of utmost importance.”

“Really? I’ve heard rumors that the Queen isolated her out of shame.”

“You surely know the palace staff like to gossip.”

“True. How is she though, doing well?”

“Of course.”

“Does she need anything? I’ve wanted to send gifts but I’m not sure what’s appropriate. Do certain medicines work better than others for her?”

“You don’t need to worry about her health, it’s well taken care of. Other gifts would be better to lift her spirits.”

“Hm. Then I guess you must be busy everyday with her medicine.”

“I don’t prepare her medicine.”

“What? You’re her physician though, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but she is royalty. Something of such importance is to be handled by those above me. I know the recipe in case I ever need to prepare it, but that hasn’t come up.”

“At least you’re prepared. I’m glad to know the princess is in good hands.”

Seonghwa left having more questions than answers. At least he hoped Hongjoong had some information. Later in the evening the two met up, sharing a meal and enjoying the quiet atmosphere.

“How was your visit to the physician?”

“Uneventful. I was wrong in believing the physician was involved. Although it only creates more questions. Did you find anything?”

“Not exactly. Since Wooyoung has gotten close to the court ladies I asked him to investigate a bit. He informed me that the court ladies merely pick up the food as everything is prepared by certain employees beforehand.”

“Do you know who?”

“From what I gathered, it seems to be the Queen’s people who deal with the meals and medicine of the princess. It’s not entirely odd, the Queen does the same for the Crown Prince when he is here, but…the Queen herself approves of the food, and her people hand it over to the court ladies. No one else seems to come in contact with it from there.”

“So… it’s the Queen…”

“You don’t seriously think the Queen has been trying to kill her own daughter?”

“Considering all she’s done, and how she treats the princess, is it really that hard to believe?”

“If she really wanted to, she could have done so a long time ago? Why the small doses of wolfsbane then? Why drag it out?”

“I’m not sure, perhaps to make it appear more natural. The princess has been sick since she was a child, many believe the fact she’s still alive today to be some miracle. If she began to slowly deteriorate and then pass away, who would possibly think foul play?”

“Would anyone truly think the princess was murdered if she passed away today?”

“Hongjoong.”

“Apologies, I’m just trying to understand. It doesn’t make sense… dragging it out is just torturous, who would benefit from this?”

“The royal family is meant to be strong, the fact she’s still alive is proof of that, although perhaps this has nothing to do with her.”

“What?”

“The only person who cares for her is the Crown Prince. I wouldn’t put it beneath the Queen to make the princess’ death look more natural for his sake. If anyone would want an investigation, or could even get one, it would be him. If he can accept her death with his own senses as being natural, no one would be the wiser.”

“Would the Queen really do such a thing?”

“Regardless of her reasoning, I don’t doubt it.”

“Are you really gonna tell the princess about this? What if you’re wrong?”

“Maybe I am, but I won’t hide this from her. She deserves to know what we do and come to her own conclusions.”

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aureliqs · 7 months ago

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confessions in the common room

pairing: Remus Lupin x female reader

content:

Pure fluff

The school year is nearing its end and the finals are coming closer every day. You and your dear friend Remus are once again studying in the common room late at night during the week, while the other marauders are deeply asleep. Both of you can’t deny the built up tension, that has steadily increased, especially since you two always end up studying just with eachothers company

“I hate transfiguration class” y/n exclaimed as she let her head fall in her hands. Remus, who sat opposite to y/n, let out a long sigh, looked up at her, and just breathed an “yes this class in killing me”. As Remus looked at her, he wanted nothing more than to quit studying. Her beautiful eyes, her lips, her hair, just everything. Spending time with her and meanwhile admiring her is one thing. Trying to focus on studying while being near her another. Remus mustered himself up to continue reading, and silence filled the common room for a quite a time after, since neither of them knew what to say next. Both of their heads were racing with thoughts about how to get through the transfiguration finals.

Y/n was overwhelmed, and her mood was logically quit low. After heaping her head out of her hands she looked at a frustrated Remus frowning into his text book, desperately trying to understand its contents. Y/n hated seeing Remus like that.

Even then, Remmy, as she often calls him, looked beautiful. Brown fluffy hair, teddy eyes with an even darker shade of brown and the sweetest smile one could imagine. Usually, that is. She missed seeing him smile as often as he did before. The last weeks really took the life out of both of them. Sirius, James and Peter all cared equally less about studying as long as they passed. But y/n and Remus hat different ambitions. Ambitions worth suffering for they supposed. Still, they couldn’t wait for it to end, because nearly every evening ended with both of them studying late at night.

Studying and a silence, that was killing y/n. She needed a break. A conversation with Remus would hopefully lift her spirit.

“Remus” y/n whispered, to which Remus just murmured an absent “yes, what is it”.

“Cant we just drop everything and let fate decide our destiny” y/n vented. “I miss normally spending time with you so much”.

After y/n realised what she just said, a slight blush began to form on her cheeks. Did she really just said she misses his company. They do spend a lot of time together, be it with friends or just the two of them, but neither of them ever spoke about it. Y/n became a natural part of the marauders, since she accidentally found out about Remus werewolf secret early in their friendship, after she saw the boys trying to patch him up.

It might not seem like a big deal to other people, but for y/n it basically just felt like a love confession. All the times they’ve catched the other one just looking a bit too long, all of the meeting glances, the accidental touches of their hands, where both of them quickly pull away and apologise, despite wishing it continued. Both of them danced around it for so long, trying to ignore it.

Even the other marauders noticed, often times raising an eyebrow, smirking, but otherwise brushing it off and leaving it up to them to not get involved. It would happen eventually they thought.

Remus heart skipped a beat for a second. Y/n misses me he thought to himself. As y/n tried to look down in the textbook to not meet his eyes, Remus was looking at her, trying to muster up his courage. This is his chance. He can’t miss it. Not now. Y/n has been driving him crazy with everything. Her laugh, her witty remarks, the way she frowns when she looks in her textbooks, which he has been seeing fairly often lately, just everything.

“I…I’ve been missing you too” Remus declared, mustering up the courage to look at her. As y/n looked up at him, she understood that he meant it exactly the way she has meant it. She just didn’t know what to say now. Y/n was absolutely dumbstruck and the blushing was once again creeping up on her face.

Remus swallowed. This was it, all or nothing. “I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a while now.” Y/n looked at him with her eyes wide open and just slightly nodded, as no sound would leave her throat.

“I like you…I mean I really like you, like romantically” Remus stiffened as he noticed he was messing it up. Y/n realised what was happening, but was still too dumbstruck to speak. Remus didn’t notice as he was to busy with his own hang up at the moment.

“Uuuum, no, well actually. Wait! Let me start again.” The fluffy haired boy stopped himself, took a deep breath and began again”

“I’ve had feelings for a while now, and I just want to ask you if you would go on a date with me. I think you’re so sweet, and funny and… just beautiful” he exclaimed. Remus words hung in the air, tensing everything up.

Y/n came to her senses again. Hesitant at first, she proclaimed “I … I would really love that.”

“Phewww” Remus began to chuckle. “I’ve been so scared about ruining our friendship right here and now. I didn’t want to screw our friendship”

Y/n slightly grinned at him, and just added an “I’ve been so scared too”. All of the tension felt like it was blown away, and the room eased up. They were both just slightly smiling at eachother, both being a bit red on the cheeks.

Y/n chuckled and said “I can really look forward to something now, to get through these horrible finals”, to which Remus just replied a “yeah, to best thing I could imagine”

A slight yawn creeped up on y/n, and Remus realised it would be better to just end the night and get some rest. “Y/n, maybe we should get some sleep”. Y/n followed up with another yawn, and cooed a little “yes, we should”

They were quickly finished with packing up their textbooks, parchment and quills. As y/n was about to head upstairs to her dorm, she turned to Remus and said “I can’t wait for our date. You’re really sweet. Good night Remmy”

Remus replied with a “I can’t wait either, good night to you too”, but before Remus could leave y/n hugged him. It was their first hug, and it felt so intimate. The way her hands wrapped around his waist, and how her hair smelled like vanilla and honey. Y/n felt so close because she was. For Remus it is a dream come true. Just as y/n pulls away, Remus comes back to his senses. Y/n is about to head to hear dorm, already being on the steps and he just sees hair leave for the night.

Remus stood there for a few seconds longer before heading upstairs and getting ready for bed. As he was laying in bed, he had a hard time falling asleep. All he could think about was what will happen in his near future, and Remus couldn’t help himself from grinning to himself. Little did he know, y/n was doing the exact same thing right now too.

I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to leave me some feedback,prompts and request <3

#remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin blurb #remus x you #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #young remus lupin #remus lupin oneshot #remus lupin fluff

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kittenofdoomage · 1 year ago

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In case you missed it...

I'm currently posting a fic a day over on Ao3 for my Tropetober A-Z event on Patreon last year. It's a different character every day from different fandoms, mostly smutty (you know me). All red underlined links lead to AO3, please read the warnings on individual stories 😘

The fics:

A: Alpha/Beta/Omega - Winter Nights

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) You’re an Omega who lives at Kaer Morhen, unmated but belonging, almost like a pack Omega to the Alpha Witchers; Geralt, Coen, Lambert and Vesemir, though the elder Witcher is long past any need for you. Geralt is close to rut when he returns, and seeks you out.

B: Bodyswap - Worth The Wait

(John Winchester x fem!reader) Some supernatural beings don’t want to hurt anyone, they just want to prove a point.

C: Character Death - The One Good Thing

(Negan x fem!reader) You waited so long to have him back, and he’s waited so long to get back to you, now you can be happy again… right?

D: Dark fic - On Our Terms

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) A sorcerer out for revenge leaves you in a dangerous position, and you’re not sure you’re going to make it out of this one.

E: Enemies To Lovers - Trapped

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) An incident on a mission leaves you and Bucky trapped in a vault. Being sealed in a relatively small space is a problem on its own, but you’re faced with another dilemma; you absolutely hate Bucky Barnes.

F: Fake Dating - Keeping Up Appearances

(John Winchester x fem!reader) You haven’t heard from John in three months, after he abandoned you, but now he needs your help on a case. Are you willing to ignore your feelings to help him?

G: Glad To Be Alive - All Is Not Lost

(Negan x fem!reader) A sequel to "The One Good Thing" which was letter C of Tropetober.

H: High School Sweethearts - Bittersweet

(Steve Rogers x fem!reader) In any time or place, she'd love him.

I: I Don't Want To Ruin Our Friendship - Mistakes

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) She took a chance and it broke her heart - can Bucky fix the mistake he made?

J: Just Friends - Nightcap

(John Winchester x fem!reader) She’s sick of correcting everyone, and alcohol loosens the tongue.

K: Kiss Of Life - Near Miss

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) Geralt saves your life, then reminds you to never nearly die again.

L: Love Potion - A Wee Favor

(Dean Winchester x fem!reader x Sam Winchester) Dreams can come true.

M: Mates - Crossed Paths

(Alpha!Geralt Of Rivia x Omega!fem!reader) Destiny put them in each other's way for a reason.

N: New Old Flame - Always Yes

(John Winchester x fem!reader) They came so close to something special, only to have it torn away; is there any hope left for them now?

O: One True Love - Backseat Lover

(Dean Winchester x fem!reader) He's been keeping a secret from her, and when they're stranded alone for hours, he finally has to come clean.

P: Please Don't Leave Me - Vigil

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) He's halfway through a mission when something he can't fight happens.

Q: Queen Size Bed - Never Have I Ever

(John Winchester x fem!reader x Dean Winchester) Drinking can lead to all sorts of decisions, luckily, these are good ones.

R: Roommates - Sleepless

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) Turns out, the solution to the problem was there all along.

S: Soulmates - Runaway

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) You run away from the life your parents want for you, and finally find your soulmate in the most unlikely of places.

T: Time Travel - Time Breaks All Things

(John Winchester x fem!reader) - A misstep on a case puts them somewhere they didn't expect to be, and they're not sure if there's a way home again.

U: Unresolved Sexual Tension - Seize The Sam

(Sam Winchester x fem!reader) Dean "Matchmaker" Winchester strikes again.

V: Virgin - Life Lessons

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) The night that Geralt learned his most valuable life lessons…

W: Werewolf - The Wolf Moon

(Henry Cavill x fem!reader) A night of camping leads her right into the arms of fate.

X: Xenafication - Rough

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) Something changes you, and Geralt isn't sure it's a good thing.

Y: You Can't Fight Fate - Ships In The Night

(Dean Winchester x fem!reader) She keeps running to avoid heartbreak but she's breaking all the same.

Z: Zombies - Full

(Negan Smith x fem!reader) She knows she shouldn't, but the problem is, she wants to, real bad.

If you do check any of the fics out, please let me know what you think 😊

#tropetober #fanfiction #ao3 links

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acourtofkindness · 8 months ago

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Thank you for sending in all the stories, here you can find the collection! Some of these are one-shots, some are longer stories, just click your way through them and also check out their other fics!

Mother Save Us From Your Twisted fate

@chunkypossum Inspired by a few lines of dialogue between Eris Nesta and Cassian in ACOSF. Azriel finally finds his mate, but it's entirely too late.

A Court of Covert Desire

by @fieldofdaisiies In order to finally bring about change and rule over the Autumn Court instead of his father, Eris has to go to great lengths: Beron must die. Adding to the complexity is his love for someone tied by a bond they desperately want to break. Azriel, the Night Court's shadowsinger and spymaster, disrupts Eris's life unexpectedly. Will Eris succeed in his mission while navigating the turmoil within, or will destiny choose another path for him?

All Things End

by @acourtofladydeath Eris struggles with losing his memory due to complications from traumatic brain injuries caused by Beron's abuse. He forgets parts of his life and steps down from the mantle of High Lord. Azriel and their children take care of him the best they can, until he eventually passes away. After losing his mate, Azriel tries to move forward, but eventually dies from a broken heart. This is a very sad fic, but they love each other very much. Based off a tumblr post and written with permission from the creator of the original idea.

Howl

by @iftheshoef1tz When Azriel suspects that werewolves are behind the disappearance of his brother, he turns to the only werewolf expert he knows. Unfortunately for Azriel, Eris might be the werewolf he's been looking for.

Rancor and Risotto

by @born-to-riot Initially just expecting to get a front row seat to Azriel’s family drama, Eris Vanserra finds himself disappointed yet ultimately not surprised when the arrival of Lucien at the Night Court family dinner forces his own problems to be served up as part of the main course.

Decode this Case

by @witch-and-her-witcher There couldn't be worse timing for the new allegations against Night Co's coder as Azriel struggles with his emotional state of isolation and loneliness as his family and friends seem to move on without him. Enter Eris Vanserra to make Azriel's life even more complicated, smug and regrettably handsome as ever. Eris has impeccable timing - or is it all just careful calculations? Whatever has aligned their reunion, he knows nothing will be accomplished until he can pull Azriel from his fog.

A Court of Shadows and Ash

by @futurehunt For the sake of his court, Eris has broken away from his father and his role as heir apparent. He's suffered his whole life in pursuit of being High Lord but Beron's collusion with Koschei threatens everything he's ever known. In order to protect Autumn in the future, he must leave it in the present. The story of how Eris aids the Night Court in the fight against Koschei.

The Beginning and End of Friendship

by @unanswered-stars Letters exchanged between Eris and Azriel post ACOSF that show the beginning of friendship, and maybe something more.

#azris #azriel x eris #acosf #acotar #acourtofkindness

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jinxhallows · 2 years ago

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Chris, werewolf or vampire au, you asking him to bite you for the first time while intimate. Anything else goes! 💜

I know you didn't ask for all dis but I felt inspired so thanks :) I picked vampire since most folx do wolfchris.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ sʟᴇᴇᴘs [ ʙᴀɴɢᴄʜᴀɴ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴀᴜ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ] ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: 𝟷𝟾+ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ!ᴄʜʀɪs, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ɢᴏʀᴇ, ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀʏ, ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟺.𝟷ᴋ

In that blurred state between awake and asleep, an unsettling jolt shakes you into consciousness, as if you were dangling on the edge of a cliff. Startled, you awaken on the couch, yawning and taking in the surrounding darkness. The paused Netflix series, interrupted by the persistent question, "Are you still watching?" lingers on the screen.

To be honest, you had long lost interest in the show, drifting away to find solace in the soothing embrace of slumber. Your weary mind, burdened by the irrevocable sorrow of losing your closest friend, sought refuge in the realm of dreams. As you glance around the dimly illuminated living room, you remind yourself to tidy up the scattered clothes strewn across the floor. Empty water bottles have accumulated like forgotten relics on any available surface, accompanied by a disheveled pile of unwashed dishes, a task that feels insurmountable in your current state of apathy.

It’s been exactly twenty four days, ten hours, and six minutes since you saw Chan die right in front of your eyes. Time becomes your tether, an illusion of control amidst the chaos that now engulfs you. In the prime of his youth, brimming with aspirations, Chan was snatched away too soon. The bond you forged in college carried you through the vibrant years of your twenties, but now, as you approach the threshold of thirty, he is painfully absent, no longer there to mock your aging despite being a mere year your junior.

Chan would give you endless advice about issues that now seemed to be so petty and irrelevant, and when texts weren’t enough at 12am, he would phone you to try to get you to relax and go to bed, promising to destroy you in a good ol’ game of mario kart the next day if you’d get some rest. He was wrong, you always dominated in mario kart, but the competitive shit talking would effectively distract you, which was the whole point. You’d hang up the phone feeling lighter somehow, as if he snatched the problems right from your shoulders and cast them into the skies.

In the realm of forbidden love, Chan possessed all the qualities that could make him the perfect boyfriend. But destiny had other plans, tying him to a five-year relationship while you were bound in a three-year commitment of your own. When your unfaithful partner betrayed you once more, Chan became your guiding light, reminding you of your worth just weeks before his tragic end. As friendship kindled into something more, an intense love grew within you, surpassing mere friendship. Respectful of his relationship, you kept your feelings in check, even though you didn't truly care for Chan's girlfriend. She transformed from a cheerleader to an OnlyFans personality, lacking the depth you believed Chan deserved. But who were you to decide his path? Despite their arguments, he found fragments of happiness with her... at least, when their love wasn't overshadowed by bitter fights every other week.

Tears welled up, spilling over your waterline, as thoughts of him consumed your mind once more. Desperate to escape the crushing weight of guilt that enveloped you, you sought distractions, attempting to forget that you blame yourself for his untimely departure. His family held you responsible too, believing that if only you hadn't taken those shortcuts through dimly lit alleys after your bowling night, the mugging would never have occurred. It was in that moment, face-to-face with a hooded figure, demanding your wallet, that Chan's selflessness emerged. Without hesitation, he confronted the assailant, triggering a violent response. The stranger swiftly plunged a blade into Chan's abdomen, tearing upward through his fragile organs before vanishing into the night.

As his lifeless body crumpled to the ground, blood staining his shirt and spreading with alarming speed, you were rendered utterly helpless, reduced to screams of despair. With trembling hands, you pressed against the wound, begging, pleading for him to stay, to hold on, your desperate pleas piercing the air as you cried out for help. A cook on a smoke break nearby heard your anguished cries and dialed for an ambulance. He handed you a grimy towel, urging you to apply more pressure, even as Chan slipped away, inch by agonizing inch.

"I... I think I'm... dying," he choked, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, impeding his speech.

"No! You can't be dying! Don't you dare leave me, Chan! Don't you dare leave me like this!" you screamed, your voice strained and desperate.

He gasped, his lungs drowning in a sea of crimson. "I'm... sorry..."

Those were his last words before his body turned limp, the light extinguished from his eyes. You trembled uncontrollably, your body racked with violent sobs, cradling his lifeless form in your lap, willing him to awaken. It had to be a terrible nightmare, a cruel figment of your imagination. It couldn't be real...

Tears streaming down your face, you snatch a nearby mug and hurl it with all your might, watching it shatter against the wall. The sobs come pouring out, a torrent of frustration at the unfairness of life. How could it take away your best friend? You would have given the mugger everything you had, knowing that material possessions could be replaced, but not the irreplaceable bond you shared with Chan.

Without bothering to wipe your tear-stained cheeks, you rise unsteadily and stumble into the bathroom, flicking on the humming light above. The room comes alive, illuminating your trembling figure. In your hand, you clutch a bottle of newly prescribed psychiatric medication, its lid beckoning you to open it and plunge into a sea of pills. It's not the first, second, or even third time that you've contemplated consuming the entire bottle, escaping from this world altogether.

But then, as if echoing from the depths of your soul, you hear Chan's voice, a gentle reminder that pierces through the darkness.

‘Don’t be stupid, that won’t fix anything’

Taking a deep breath, you swallow the prescribed dose meant to help you weather the toughest storms. You tilt your head under the faucet, quenching your thirst as the water washes down the medication. With a swift motion, you turn off the tap and wipe your mouth with the side of your arm. Glancing briefly at your reflection in the mirror, you observe your disheveled appearance—a ponytail barely holding your hair in place, the emergence of weary bags under your eyes, a sight you've never witnessed before. The image worsens the pain within, reminding you of the toll this grief has taken. With a heavy heart, you exit the bathroom, your hand dragging along the light switch, plunging the room into darkness before retreating to the solace of your bedroom.

The bed lies in disarray, a nest of tangled sheets and blankets inviting you to seek solace within its embrace. Collapsing onto it, face first, you release a heavy sigh, shutting your eyes tightly, desperately wishing for a touch of magic to undo everything that has unfolded. Doubts persist, refusing to release their grip, leaving you questioning whether this reality is nothing more than a haunting nightmare or a cruel trance from which you are yet to awaken.

A tap at the window brushes against your senses, but you dismiss it as yet another figment of your restless imagination. The pills are beginning to take effect, gently lulling you into a peaceful slumber amidst the chaos of your bed. Another tap, insistent and persistent, echoes against the glass pane. Your mind races, reminding you that your apartment is situated on the fourth floor, rendering it impossible for anyone to be knocking on your window. Fear grips your heart, the notion of an intruder scaling your fire escape sending shivers down your spine. Instinctively, you lunge for your phone, intent on dialing emergency services.

"Don't do that!"

Time freezes as the unexpected voice reverberates through the room. Your finger hovers above the final digit of 9-1-1, your eyes darting up to the window. Darkness surrounds you, but the moon's radiant glow and the streetlights outside offer a faint illumination, revealing the silhouette standing before you, but the math still isn’t mathing for you yet.

“You’re not crazy, I promise.”

You feel yourself growing nauseated. What type of sick psychosis is this? Was someone playing a trick on you?

“Let me in.”

Surely that voice sounds just like Chan, hell, the silhouette is lit enough for you to see the outline of his face, but your brain still can’t make sense of it.

“Y/N let me in and I can explain, but it still won’t make any fucking sense. I didn’t have anywhere else to go just…please.”

His plea resonates deep within your being, compelling you to rush towards the window, swiftly unlatching it and pushing it open. Disbelief washes over you as you behold the figure before you. It's Chan, undoubtedly, from head to toe, but he's adorned in a suit that exudes an unmatched elegance, surpassing anything he ever wore in his human form.

"I must be going insane," you mutter, the words escaping your lips at last.

"No, you're not," he replies, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. Casting a glance around, he heaves a sigh. "Can I come in?"

Furrowing your brows, you find yourself utterly perplexed. “W-What the fuck is going on?”

"I can't enter unless you give me permission," he explains, his voice tinged with urgency. "And I can't explain it all out here. Just... tell me I can come in."

Your mouth opens, then closes. With guarded uncertainty, you finally utter the words that will forever alter the course of this enigmatic encounter. "You can come in."

"Finally," he murmurs, effortlessly climbing through your window. You watch in wide-eyed astonishment as he surveys your room. "Did a tornado sweep through here or something?"

Silence hangs heavy in the air as you remain rooted in place, your mouth slightly ajar. Chan settles on your bed, patting the space beside him. "Sorry, probably not the best timing for jokes right now."

"Are you some kind of ghost?" you stammer, desperately seeking an explanation for the inexplicable.

"You're incredibly stubborn, you know that?" he retorts, patting the bed insistently. "Just sit."

Reluctantly, you take a seat beside him, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. He reaches out and clasps your hand in his own. It's chillingly cold, like grasping an ice pack pulled from the freezer. Startled, you snatch your hand back, inching away from him. “What the fuck is going on?”

"I'm still trying to figure that out," he admits, tilting his head slightly and hooking his index finger under his lower lip, revealing a lengthened fang that stands out amidst his otherwise perfect teeth.

"You've got to be kidding me, Chan," you exclaim, struggling to believe your eyes. "Are you... Are you a..." The word hangs on the tip of your tongue, too unbelievable to utter.

"A vampire?" he finishes your sentence, his voice tinged with a strange mix of resignation and disbelief. "I wouldn't believe it myself if I hadn't woken up in the crematorium, lying on an examination table."

He looks down at his hands, as if seeing them for the first time. “The mortician came in once he heard me freaking out. He was so calm, it was scary. He handed me these clothes, and told me I had a second chance.”

As you listen to his words, the medication begins to take effect, both soothing and disorienting you. Part of you believes that this must be a dream, a hallucination that will fade away upon waking. "Vampires... they're real?" you mumble, the words feeling unreal on your tongue.

"The mortician, the one who took care of me after... after that night, he turned me," Chan explains. "He told me there are others like us, vampires, including the lead cardiovascular surgeon at Greatview Hospital and many more scattered across the country."

You freeze, your eyes scanning his figure intently. "No," you utter, rising to your feet. "No, this can't be true." You repeat the words, trying to convince yourself that you're experiencing a psychotic episode, a figment of your traumatized mind. "I saw you die in my arms."

"I remember," Chan replies gently, his voice now softer and more reassuring. Your guard momentarily falters, accustomed to finding solace in his voice. “Look, I haven’t shown myself to anyone. Not my parents, friends, anybody. I didn’t know where to go, so I came here.”

“I still can’t believe this. I took my meds and I’m hallucinating.”

Chan raises an eyebrow at the mention of medication. “Meds? Since when are you on medication? For what?”

You stretch out your hands in front of you, gesturing dramatically towards the undead being standing before you. "I watched you die!"

"Can you please stop reminding me?" Chan pleads, sighing and rising from the bed. You instinctively take a step back, then another, and another. “I get it, this is really fucking weird, but I’m trying to figure it out too, and you’re the only one I can trust to help me sort through this. Please,” He walks towards you and you take another step back, and another, and another. Chan’s eyes were pleading, and even as a human, you had never seen him so desperate. It was pulling at you in ways you couldn’t understand. “Help me?”

Your back meets the wall, and you find yourself mere inches away from him, lost in his familiar comforting gaze. Perhaps it's the medication surging through your system or the undeniable connection you share, but your fear begins to dissipate, replaced by an inexplicable pull towards him.

"Okay," you whisper, surrendering to the magnetism drawing you closer.

In that instant, he closes the remaining distance, pressing his body against yours, and his lips meet yours in a kiss that defies all expectations. This is nothing like the countless times you've imagined your first kiss with Chan. Despite the unnatural circumstances surrounding him, he is here, in your room, kissing you with lips colder than anything you've ever experienced. Chan was cold like ski vacations that turn into arctic nights with blinding blizzards. He was cold like making snow angels in the remotest sundries of Antarctica. And yet, against your heated warmth, it melded and melted you into a dizziness that made you wonder how someone could kiss you like this. His scent evokes the desperate burning of cedar by humans seeking warmth to survive. He doesn't breathe, his stillness reminiscent of being stranded in the untouched frozen tundra. His taste is like the hidden depths of an iceberg lurking beneath the surface of the sea. Surely humans weren’t capable of such otherworldly capture of the senses in these inexplicable ways.

He lifts you effortlessly, your legs securely wrapping around his waist, as his hand finds support on the wall. With graceful precision, he lowers you down the wall, gently laying you on the floor, making you feel weightless like a delicate dove feather. His lips part slightly, revealing the tips of his sharp teeth just beneath his pale, plush upper lip. You're captivated by the deliberate way he undoes his watch, letting it fall with a thud on the carpet alongside his jacket. His focus on undressing himself is almost ritualistic, as he meticulously undoes each cuff of his sleeves. Was he always like this, or did the blood of his maker course through his veins, influencing his every move? The man above you existed twenty four days, twelve hours, and forty six minutes ago, yet he carries the essence of centuries within him.

“Have you drank blood yet?” you manage to breathe, your gaze fixed on his fingers skillfully unbuttoning his shirt. The question momentarily halts his actions, his eyes still locked on the task at hand. It's a brief pause, lasting only a second or two, before he resumes, his gaze now locked with yours.

“I haven’t bitten anyone.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“That’s what you meant, though, right?”

He looks down again, pulling his shirt from his slacks, the last button falling and revealing his sculpted shoulders as he works on his belt. Your heart races in your chest, the earlier ease dissipating. How did he know? You and Chan shared a deep connection, but it's as if he just read your thoughts without even glancing at your face. As your eyes follow his gaze to the golden, slender belt buckle, you can't help but notice the undeniable hardness that tents the front of his pants.

"The mortician who turned me... he said I'm not ready," Chan reveals, swiftly removing his belt in one fluid motion. Feeling the electricity in the air, you take charge and unbutton his pants, stealing the spotlight for yourself. "Your heartbeat fills my ears, it's so loud. I've been trying to ignore it this whole time, but it's like a pulsating drumbeat," he admits, his relief palpable as his hardness finds release, causing his head to tilt back. It's not just the longing he has harbored for being this close to you, although that's a significant part—it's the way you look at him, the way your pulse quickens, the hitch in your breath—it all makes him crave you, body and soul. He wants to devour you, if he's being completely honest. So he counts the seconds it takes to undo his cuffs, the buttons lining his shirt, hoping to distract himself from the thirst welling up in his mouth that he keeps swallowing.

"A drumbeat," you echo, your voice trembling. "But don't you love music?"

"I do," he replies.

"I thought you couldn't live without music."

"I can't."

"Then... we're okay, right?" you inquire, your hand running along the length of his hardened desire, the cool fabric of his briefs the only barrier between you and its icy touch. Your gaze never wavers from his, a silent plea for reassurance. You want to see the Chan who died protecting you; the Chan who would vanquish this version of himself, even if it meant embarking on a fool's mission.

"You won't hurt me, will you?"

He may not require breath for survival, but the sensation of your touch makes his breath audible, escaping in short, jagged gasps that his teeth can barely contain. You can see it, and you can hear it—the rhythm of his breath intertwined with the flex of his firm muscles, like woven iron beneath his pale, milky skin.

"I could never hurt you," Chan professes, his words laden with sincerity, yet tinged with a sense of unease. He wonders if he can truly bear the weight of that promise, given his newfound struggle with self-control. He captures your lips once more, as you navigate his briefs in a hurried frenzy, responding to his kiss with a fiery intensity. You strive to avoid his fangs, the smooth ivory points that pose a dangerous threat against your swollen lips. Your breath becomes heavy against his mouth as you feel him pressing against your entrance, teasing you with deliberate strokes, spreading slickness and igniting electric shocks throughout your body. Each tiny quiver you make when he brushes past your sensitive clit only serves to undermine his initial plan of taking things slow. Plan A was to resist giving in to desire, but that failed, so Plan B was to proceed with caution. And yet, you were compelling him to venture further down the alphabet until he had exhausted all his options.

Curiosity overtakes you, and you tentatively reach up to touch the tip of his fang, a tad too eagerly, causing your finger to prick. Your reflex pulls away, but before you can retreat an inch, he thrusts inside you and firmly clasps your wrist, bringing it to his lips. It startles you; you've never seen him move so swiftly, almost as if he had teleported. There's no escaping his cold vice grip, and fear grips your heart. You want to protest, to plead for your life, but the words elude you when he fills you completely, his strokes caressing your most sensitive spots again and again. He takes your finger into his mouth, his tongue lapping at the wound, cleansing the blood. In that moment, you sense a shared eroticism, amplifying his pleasure in a primal manner.

He must be on Plan D or E by now, but all semblance of order dissipates when you moan his name and rake your nails down his chest. "Please, bite me. Pretty please? God, I just... I need to feel you—"

Chan's body hovers over yours, his cheek pressing against yours. “Stop begging me like that–”

"Or what?" you challenge, your back arching, breasts pressing into him as your bodies move in sync and he ruts into you. The pace slows, intensifying the sensation, pushing you closer to the edge. It's like a row of slot machines aligning at the casino, anticipation building, and you're on the verge of breaking, so close, incredibly close.

“Shi–you’re such a fucking brat–” Chan huffs against your neck, taking in your scent. It was like blueberries grown in the sunshine were in a basket underneath your skin. He knew exactly where each vessel ran. He could tell the difference between the pace of your veins and the race of your arteries. Each stroke inside you sets his fangs throbbing with need, and soft, guttural groans escape him as he tightens his grip on your hair, propelling both of you towards the precipice.

"Chan..." You try to utter his name, attempting to warn him, to give him a heads up, but words fail you. You're reduced to incoherent babbling, your body spasming and your toes curling. Chan curses into your skin as his sharp teeth break the surface, sinking into your shoulder. He can't halt the inevitable rush of his bite, but he steers clear of major arteries. Regrettably, the bite is deeper than intended, its edges jagged. Once he withdraws his fangs, you feel the warm flow of your own blood cascading down your shoulder. The area quickly goes numb, sending tingling shivers coursing through your body, catching you off guard and propelling you into another climax. It's an unexpected surge of pleasure, enveloping you completely. You've witnessed stars in moments of intimacy before, but now your vision becomes veiled in ethereal auras, akin to cumulus clouds bringing tempestuous weather directly into your bedroom.

Chan's mind goes blank, his instincts taking over as he sensually licks your breast, tracing a path up your collarbone, and back to the healing wound where his hunger led to the mingling of his own blood with yours. Within seconds of savoring your life force, he’s filling you up, his dick buried inside of you as he pulls your hips harder and lets out a broken moan of release. The pleasure tears him away from his consuming desire to drink from you, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside you.

Finally able to catch your breath, you realize he was like oxygen, taking you to another world, albeit a temporary escape. But now, the metallic scent of blood brings you back to reality, a reminder of the way he ravaged your shoulder earlier. The carpet beneath you is damp and sticky, soaked with spilled blood. However, as you touch the area, there's no evidence of the incident on your skin.

"I think it's gone," Chan helps you sit up on the floor, examining the spot on your upper back. True enough, it's smooth, the dried stain of blood serving as the only reminder. "I don't know how, but it's gone."

You touch the area in disbelief. "Wow, it's like it never happened," you say, struggling to recall the intensity of the bite. Concerned for Chan, you ask him if he's okay, considering the overwhelming experience you both just shared.

Chan's expression turns uneasy, his attention abruptly drawn to the window. Confusion and worry cloud his features. "I think... I think I have to go," he stammers, hastily retrieving his clothes and dressing himself as if compelled by an unseen force. He buckles his pants, hurriedly pulls on his shirt, and stumbles toward the window, his actions urgent. You panic and follow after him.

“What’s happening?!”

"I... I don't know. I think I have to go. I just..." Chan collapses to the ground, clutching his ears, crying out in pain as images of the crematorium flash through his mind's eye. "I'll come back another time," he manages to say, raising the window, and in an instant, he's out and down the fire escape, disappearing into the whispers of the city winds.

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reachwitch · 9 months ago

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Roar of a Wolfborn completed 46/46

After losing her family, Sifkni finds herself almost executed. After fleeing, she travels to Whiterun where she encounters the Companions. She knows their secret, as she is also a werewolf.

Despite feeling that someone else is better suited for the role, she is soon thrust into the position of Dragonborn. She must learn to believe in her skills and heal from her past to fulfill her destiny.

Farkas x LDB {F Werewolf Nord} | Skjor x OC {M Skaal}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | EPILOGUE |

Hunt of the Blood Moons

After defeating Alduin, Last Dragonborn Sifkni is called to Falkreath for a werewolf problem. She helps solve the mystery, only to have a Great Hunt called on her by Hircine. Farkas x LDB {F Werewolf Nord}

Chapter PROLOGUE | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | WIP

Sivaas

After her pack is killed, Estinan wanders around Skyrim. With no home to call her own, she makes do with hunting or selling her sword arm. She ends up in Riften on a fateful day. With her pockets emptied by a handsome thief, she tracks him through the sewers and begins her strange quest with the Thieves Guild.

Brynjolf x OC {F Werewolf Bosmer}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | WIP

Fury of a Tundra Wolf

Former Harbinger of the Companions, Thea Icehammer, joins the Stormcloak army. She fights alongside the army to bring Ulfric his victory and to free Skyrim from Thalmor and Empire's clutches.

Galmar x OC {F Werewolf Nord}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | WIP

Mother of Hunters Completed

Adelina, a devout Hircine follower and werewolf, is called to one of the Lord Huntsman’s Great Hunts. But as the Hare.

She must survive three days with his Hunters and three nights with him personally hunting her. Adelina must survive. If only to prove she is NOT a Hare. She will not ever be a HARE.

Hircine x OC {F Werewolf Nede/Nord}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | Epilogue | Lore Book

Vestige Liselle encounters another Problematic Prince ft. Dragons (and Mudcrabs)

Liselle’s encounters of Tamriel and Oblivion are detailed in mostly journals. ESO Main Questline, a couple Daggerfall Covenant Quests, Clockwork City, Original Plot: Coldfire Codex, Elsweyr, Mages’ Guild, Blackwood | Future Goals: High Isle and Necrom

Abnur Tharn x Vestige {F Breton}

Blessings of the Moons

Finnki is the Thane of Whiterun. She takes frequent bounties to keep her life and mind busy. She comes across the scene of an ambush. There’s only one survivor. J'Med. He’s a Khajiit from far-off lands, traveling to Skyrim to shake off his past. Finnki helps J'Med with recovery and fitting into Skyrim. J'Med teaches Finnki about moving on and leaving one’s past.

OC {F Nord/Bosmer} x OC {M Khajiit}

Chapter 1 | 2 | WIP

Shadow of the Druadach

Tiernan is the Last Dragonborn. He is also a Reachman. He is a prickly man on his quest to save his world, despite the distrust and prejudice he faces on the daily. While he is looking for an Elder Scroll for Paarthurnax, he meets Rozelia Greensly. A master Mage at the College of Winterhold. She is very interested in the Reach and Reach magic. She joins Tiernan on his adventure, to his dismay. Perhaps the buds of friendship will bloom during their trip to find the Elder Scroll.

Last Dragonborn {M Reachfolk} x OC {F Breton}

Chapter 1 | WIP

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joshsindigostreak · 8 months ago

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Running Through the Garden

Prologue

“Periwinkle: Early and sincere friendships, tender recollections.” - Language of Flowers

Werewolf!Danny Wagner x Werewolf!OC

Danny Wagner knew, no matter what path he walked in life it would always lead back to what he was born to do: lead his Pack for not only his generation, but his future children’s generation as well. He didn’t talk about it, but it was in the back of his mind at all times. A ticking clock to his destiny. He thought going to college with his best friend Sam would take his mind off of it, but all it took was a Full Moon, round golden eyes, and a flash of auburn fur to remind him that he can’t keep running from it forever. But would she be willing to run with him?

Authors Note: Hello! This is the prologue to Danny’s story, and the final piece to the ISHIYE universe puzzle. I hope y’all enjoy going on Danny’s journey with me! ❤️

*Set in the ISHIYE universe but can be read independently. It’ll run the closest to O, Pioneers but it’ll be different enough to where you can still read it by itself if you prefer. There will be cross references from the other fics but I promise it won’t be confusing.

Word Count: 3,057

Warnings: Descriptions of bodily transformations, slight body horror if you squint, language, descriptions of blood and anima death.

His best friend's hand was resting over the center console, ready to take everything that rested in Danny’s pockets and keep them safe for the night. He gently placed his wallet, cellphone, and half of a granola bar in Sam’s hand.

Sam gave pause at the granola, but packed it all silently in the small bag he always kept everything in. Out of pure muscle memory, he reached into the bag and fished out a small velvet drawstring pouch. He pulled it open and offered it to Danny, letting him put any and all jewelry he had on at the moment inside; another possession that Sam would guard all night.

“It’s getting darker earlier, I don’t want you cutting it close again,” Danny said softly from the passenger seat.

Sam gave his best friend a look, and the side of his mouth slid up into a smile, “Daniel, I probably know the sunset times better than you do. I’ve got plenty of time to get back to the house.”

“I know but traffic can be a bitch sometimes and I don’t want to worry about whether you’re indoors when it’s all…happening.”

Every month, the same nerves creeped up on the young Wolf, and he wondered if they were just a permanent feature to his biology. The build up to sundown was arguably the worst part for him now, even if the physical part never got any easier. It was the same kind of anxiety one would get in middle school; not knowing if they were going to be chosen to read aloud next. Even with the windows up, he could hear every leaf rustle in the early fall wind. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the familiar trailhead that he always took. Well, to him it was a trailhead. To anyone beside him and Sam, it was just a narrow gap between a few trees on the side of the road. One probably wouldn’t even notice it if they weren’t looking for it. But the two friends always recognized the young Maple lazily leaning across the gap to its larger, and older sibling.

Sam dramatically extended his arm to expose his watch on his wrist, “it's 6:57 PM, and sunset is scheduled for 7;46 PM, on the dot.”

Danny always admired Sam’s confidence. He had the type of confidence that often blurred with arrogance, depending on who you asked. When it came to Danny’s schedule, he took it more seriously than his own independent studies, which was saying something. He had spreadsheet after spreadsheet about weather patterns and sunrise/sunset times. Danny didn’t even have to look to know that there was an already worn out farmers almanac in the glovebox. Every year Sam would read the new one cover to cover, highlighting everything he found useful, his messy scrawl filling the margins with observations and reminders, all while tabbed with color coded sticky notes for quick reference.

They rarely verbalized the sentence, ‘I love you,’ but this was one of the many ways Sam showed it. One could always know if Sam cared about them if he revealed he read up on anything you were interested in, or in Danny’s case, his species. The one convenient thing about Sam coming from a family of bloodline hunters was that he had plenty of literature at his disposal on whatever non-human species that caught his eye. The drawback was that most of the books in his house were written by other hunters, and thus were a little biased against other creatures. Sam had to unlearn a lot in the past few years, but he did so without question; because it was for Danny.

“That's still cutting it close,” Danny warned.

Sam smiled, wanting to lighten the mood for his friend, and held up three fingers like a boy scout, “I promise I will get back to the Manor as quickly as I can and get all the doors bolted shut from the inside and the curtains drawn, just in case. I’ll even break a few traffic laws, just for you.”

Danny stared at him, trying not to smile, but Sam was infectious, and the corners of his mouth tilted up anyway. Before he could reply, his skin was starting to itch. He still had plenty of time to get into the woods, but those first few physical symptoms were like a ticking clock, and the anxiety crept back in. If he was starting to feel the pull of the Moon, the other Wolves in the area were too, and he wanted Sam home and in the Kiszka Fortress until sunrise.

He glanced out the window again, before turning back to Sam, “I need to get going.”

Sam’s expression sobered a little and he nodded, “I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Bright and early as usual,” the Wolf replied as he opened the car door and started to get out,

Just as he was about to shut the door, Sam called out, “don’t eat too much deer tonight. It always fucks up your stomach the next day and you regret it.”

It was a futile request, as Danny didn’t have much control once the Wolf took over, but he appreciated the sentiment anyway, “I’ll keep that in mind, Sam.” With that he shut the door, and backed up a few feet so Sam could drive off.

The young scholar gave his best friend one of his classic closed mouth smiles, the slightest bit of worry crept into his large Sanpaku eyes, but he kept his promise and pulled his car away from the side of the road and sped off.

Once Sam’s car was out of sight, Danny sighed and turned towards the woods. He began the slow walk into the trees. With each step, his skin got itchier and itcher, letting him know his body was preparing for its monthly ritual. The daylight was disappearing with each passing minute, and while there was still time, he started walking faster to get to his usual clearing.

After ducking under some low branches, and taking a few turns, said clearing came into view. It wasn’t massive, or much of anything, but it was a big enough space where he could strip down and get ready for what he was born to do.

As he stripped, the nocturnal animals started to stir, ready for their own nights to begin. The birds were quieting down, but the insects were singing their songs as it was their stage now. A few stray fireflies started to twinkle around the edge of the clearing, as if they were waiting for him too.

He folded his clothes as neatly as he could and walked them over to a small rock pile by a Red Oak. It was set up in such a way that he could safely hide his clothes until the next morning, and not worry about animals getting into them. Wolves are always taught to not shift while wearing anything. His mother always reminded him of how much of a waste of clothing it was, and that she wasn’t going to be buying him new jeans every month because he got lazy.

Once everything was secured and hid away, he walked back to the center of the clearing. His gums were starting to feel weird, and his teeth felt wobbly. Not too much longer now. He looked up through the trees, seeing a tiny bit of fading orange sky. The hue turned into a grayish purple as he stared. The sun was bidding his farewell, holding the door open for the moon.

The young Wolf took a few deep breaths through his nose, and tilted his head from side to side to crack his neck a couple times. He flexed his hands at his sides, knowing that he only had a few more minutes of being Danny, the humanoid lycanthrope, before surrendering to the Wolf within. They called themselves Wolves because they indeed fully transformed into the canines, It wasn’t like the movies where they would look like some weird hybrid. No once the night took over they looked just like any other wolf in the forest. Blending in with the wildlife was one of the main reasons their species remained safe from endangerment, but also kept humans ignorant to their existence. To humans Werewolves were urban legends and folklore, and they were determined to keep it that way.

Finally, the sky was dark and the only light was provided from the precious Moon. She wasn’t directly above him just yet, but her presence was just as strong. Danny closed his eyes for a second, silently thanking her for all the blessings She bestows on his kind. Wolves weren’t religious in the way humans were, but there was a supernatural connection to nature and the Moon that was very real, and an intrinsic part of their lives. Some packs paid their respects more than others, and he happened to be born into one that never went a Full Moon without giving Her proper acknowledgement.

He couldn’t see it obviously, but he knew as he opened his eyes that streaks of gold were invading his hazel irises. Instinctively he knelt down to the soft earth, crunching a few leaves beneath his knees. His body felt like it was vibrating now, and with a final sigh he surrendered to himself. It was time.

The first snap of bone always knocked the breath out of him.

It was his left wrist.

It always started with the wrists.

His skeleton began to warp and ripple under his skin, and he fell forward to rest on his crooked arms. The pain was familiar like an old toxic friend. He begrudgingly welcomed it as he tried his best to relax. Stiffening up made it hurt even worse.

The last thing Danny saw before the Wolf took over was his hands shrinking down and sprouting black fur.

After a few tense moments, the sound of a Wolf’s howl joined in with the insects.

It was time to Run.

~!~

Two crows were cawing in the tree above him, and their calls roused him from sleep. Every muscle in his body felt like jello, and he had at least a dozen different aches in his body. The grass beneath him was soft and dewy, and the chilly air provided a little comfort to his sore muscles. He kept his eyes closed for a little while longer, wanting a few extra minutes before he had to get up and make his way back to the side of the road.

But after a few moments, Danny rolled over on his back, flexing his wrists and stretching his arms. His eyes fluttered open, and the sky was just shades of pink and purple, letting him know that it was a little after daybreak, and that he had time to get back to his clothes. He slowly sat up and looked around, recognizing the field he was in. This was a common place for him to wake up, and he always figured the Wolf liked laying down on the soft grass before ending the night. After one last look around to make sure he was alone, Danny stood up and turned back to the woods.

The walk back to the clearing didn’t take long, and when Danny arrived at his little safe spot he was already fantasizing about the shower he was going to take as soon as he got home. He quickly fetched his clothes and shook everything out to make sure no dirt or bugs were still clinging to the various fabrics. The feeling of normalcy crept up as he finished tying his shoes. With one last look at the clearing he turned towards the trail he knew like the back of his hand and started to make his way towards the edge of the woods near the road.

By the time he stepped out of the trees the sun had fully risen, and the soft morning light gently touched on his freckled face. The first thing the Wolf spotted was his best friend's car, parked in the same exact spot it had been parked the previous night. Sam was sitting in the driver’s seat, his long hair pulled up into a messy bun, sipping what Danny knew to be medium roasted coffee from a thermos and a book propped up against the steering wheel.

As he nearly jogged over to the car, Sam spotted him out of the corner of his eye and turned, giving him a warm smile as he yanked the door open and plopped into the seat a little harder than intended. There was a comfortable silence in that car, as neither one of them were morning people and didn’t need to fill the seconds with mindless chatter. No, the two friends could sit next to each other without speaking a word and be happy.

Sam reached down to the cup holder and pulled up another thermos, another batch of coffee he made just for Danny. After having the same routine for over a decade, he knew exactly what Danny wanted the mornings after a Full Moon. He liked a lot of sugar in his coffee to get most of the taste of the wild out of his mouth, with a splash of cream for texture. As he handed it over to his best friend, his large sleepy eyes focused on Danny’s face.

Danny took the thermos quickly, immediately unscrewing the lid and taking a large gulp, not caring if it was too hot or not. He felt Sam’s eyes on him as he turned to his left. One thing about Sam’s eyes is that they never stopped analyzing anything. Even if he never shared what he was thinking about, you knew he was lost in thought, picking apart whatever was on his mind.

“...what?” Danny questioned.

“You have…umm..some…,” he brought a finger up to his mouth and pointed to the side, indicating Danny had something on his face.

Danny pulled down the sun visor and looked in the mirror, only to find he had a large stain of blood from the side of his mouth, down his jaw and onto his neck.

“Oh god,” he sighed in annoyance.

Before the Wolf could do anything about it, Sam was already reaching into the center console for the small pack of wet wipes he stored in there, just for situations like this. Danny gladly took it from him and instantly went to scrub the blood off his face.

“I hope it was only one deer last night and not your usual three,” Sam chided while taking another sip of his coffee.

Danny rolled his eyes slightly as he yanked a second wipe to clean up his neck, “yeah whatever.”

“I’m just saying don’t come complaining to me when you’re stuck in the bathroom all afternoon…”

Whatever else Sam was rambling about, Danny didn’t hear it. Instead the memories of the night before started flashing through his mind’s eye.

The Wolf was sprinting through the trees, sniffing out the scent of a male deer that ran away from him. Dodging rocks and jumping over logs to not lose the scent trail.

The Wolf eventually caught his prey and sank his teeth into the deer’s neck. Danny didn’t particularly like remembering what it felt like to eat raw animals but it was just part of who he was.

He remembered trotting through the trees afterwards, stopping to sniff the night air and lick his chops. As the Wolf tried to find another scent to chase, he caught a slight sweet smell on the breeze. A familiar and addicting sweet smell. The Wolf instantly turned in the direction it came from, and took off into the fog. The scent wasn’t following any pattern, and the source of it was clearly darting around randomly in the woods.

Finally, the scent became strong enough that it almost overwhelmed the Wolf, and he ducked beneath a branch to come out to a small pond. The Full Moon shone overhead, Her reflection clear and bright on the water's surface. He looked around, sniffing even harder when his large golden eyes landed on...her.

A large Red Wolf was about thirty feet to his right, standing at the pond's edge, staring at him with her own equally large green eyes. His paw lifted up to take a step, but before it could land in the grass the She-Wolf took off and rounded the pond, stopping for a moment on the other side, directly across the water from the young Wolf. She looked so familiar to him, her rusty red fur was beautiful in the light, rippling in the wind, and sharply contrasting to the dark woods behind her.

They stared at each other for who knows how long, her gaze nearly defiant, before a distant howl from another wolf sounded, and before the Wolf could react, the She-Wolf darted into the trees, her fluffy tail the last he saw before she was swallowed by darkness.

The wolf followed her path around the pond, and stopped where she had stood. He tried to follow the scent again, but the way it snaked around the trees and went in nonsensical patterns made it clear she didn’t want him to know where she went.

Danny got the last bit of blood off his neck as he slowly sat back in his seat. Sam was still trying to fill him in on some journal he had finally gotten his hands on. As much as he loved listening to his best friend telling him anything and everything about his interests, Danny was too caught up in his thoughts to care at the moment.

Red fur on a Wolf was rare, and he had only seen it in person on a handful of Wolves in his life. Those green eyes as well, that looked right through him, unintimidated by the presence of a future Alpha. The last time he had seen such a combination was in his last year of college. When he was still seeing-

Ivy Phillips

The first girl he ever gave his heart to, and the same girl who broke it.

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yansurnummu · 2 months ago

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oh shit I guess we're doing pinned posts now

hi I'm Rory/Yans and I don't know what video games are

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I mostly post about Elder Scrolls with a focus on ESO but sometimes throw in other stuff for flavour. This usually includes Critical Role, Baldur's Gate, Destiny, cool art I like, and probably others once in a while. I occasionally post nsfw art & fic that will be tagged #yans after dark.

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Fic Archive:

ESO:

To the Horrors I've Known and Loved (2023 - Ongoing)

Like Winter (2022 - Ongoing)

A Variation of the Truth (Completed; 2022)

Oblivion:

The Blood of the Coven (Completed; 2016)

Destiny 2:

Destiny Oneshots Collection (2018 - 2021)

My ESO OCs:

Dralvayn "Drals" Arano (he/him)

Dunmer // Arcanist

My cranky old wizard. To the Horrors I've Known and Loved is his story, where he gets put through the horrors and learns the power of friendship.

He's gay/demisexual but he doesn't discover that until partway through the fic, and even then he has a ways to go before he allows himself nice things. He becomes hopelessly in love with Azandar, and later on has a bit of a thing with Zerith-var. He starts out kind of an asshole but he will get better. Probably. He's my little chew toy :)

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Asha-ammu Kaushad (they/them)

Dunmer (Ashlander) // Nightblade // Vampire

Asha is my precious little princess who I would die for. Like Winter is sort of a character study, following the progression of their relationship with Donobhan, and told from his point of view.

They're nonbinary & transfem, and very shy and a little awkward. They love fungi & dwemer architecture.

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Donobhan Ravenfriend (he/him)

Reachman // Warden

Don is my sweet boy. He was originally of the Spiritblood clan but left when he couldn't go through with the Vateshran's Rites. He loves nature and has a lot of wisdom about the ways of the world & life & death but is also kind of an orange cat and sometimes his head is empty. His best friend is his guardian wolf, Calahan.

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Sadryn Favel (he/him?)

Dunmer // Warden // Werewolf

Sadryn is a hot bisexual mess whose favourite pastime is being a public nuisance. He's like 22 and will never die. He has a twin sister, Serysi, who belongs to @tilliphont. She's a grumpy butch and the two of them would die for each other but will probably kill each other first before that happens. The two of them were born to a Telvanni family that expected a lot from them and they ran away from that bad situation at some point. They also have a pet bear named Sujamma.

If he stopped for longer than 2 seconds to look inwards he would probably have a weird gender but alas he is going 5000mph and has a substance abuse problem so we may never know. He's got a big ol crush on Ember but she thinks he's stinky.

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Auredil (he/him)

Altmer // Templar // Vestige

Auredil is my canon Vestige and gay disaster. A Variation of the Truth is sort of a tragedy that alternates between his point of view (past) and Lindir's point of view (present). Auredil was once a captain in Queen Ayrenn's navy (First Auridon Marines) where he fell in love with Prince Naemon and he and Kinlady Estre became good friends. After the events of Auridon, Naemon shuts Auredil out which drives him to make a pact with Meridia while in a bad mental state, thus being granted his Templar abilities and the rest of the main quest being set in motion.

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Lilanwe (she/her)

Altmer // Necromancer

Lily is trans & bisexual and could be a villain if she was just like 12% more evil. But instead she chose to be niceys and is just kind of a little morally dubious sometimes.

She was once a promising mage and scholar who, after her brother Auredil's disappearance, fell in with the wrong crowd and turned to necromancy and the Worm Cult. They meet again on opposite sides of the conflict, and Auredil convinces her to leave the cult behind and help him fix everything. She has a penchant for being headstrong and righteous, and after the Planemeld and Auredil's (supposed) death, she goes on a revenge quest to eradicate the remains of the Worm Cult. As a treat.

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Coralantar (he/they)

Maormer // Sorcerer

Coral was a powerful storm witch who joined up with the Sea Vipers when he was young and wanted to get away from Pyandonea, but quickly recognised the atrocities the raiders were committing. After meeting Auredil in Khenarthi's Roost, he turns on the Vipers from the shadows and eventually works with the Eyes of the Queen as a spy. The Desert is a Memory of the Ocean is sort of an unfinished sequel/spinoff of Auredil's fic, in which Coralantar and @tilliphont's Galen find themselves lost in Elsweyr in the aftermath of defeating Molag Bal and have to work together to piece together what happened.

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#yans stuff #there's some ocs I didn't include but these are like. the main ones that have shown up in my fic/art enough #recently anyways #but maybe I will add more at some point #also just including my destiny fics bc it feels very funny to just have this like. 3 year gap otherwise #like 'can u explain this gap on ur resume' 'oh yeah ummm i decided to go to post-apoc space fantasy for a bit and figure shit out'

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satorui20 · 2 months ago

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Werewolf the apocalypse hot take

Since the perfect crinos born garou would be in their 20s and appear to be in their 30s based on crinos born aging and the book they were born in being published in 1999 I have been thinking about how they would be as a full grown garou. I have come to the conclusion that a Gaian perfect crinos born should be a ronin running from his destiny while experiencing doubt and uncertainty in his purpose all Jesus as a (wolf)man style. Let him be encountered by the PCs as a mystery ally who helps out but is cagey about who they are before they wander on to their next adventure. Maybe have the PCs build a friendship with this mystery garou before the dramatic reveal that this tormented ronin is the perfect crinos born in whatever moment works best. Really play on that imagery of a savior who fears that they are actually a destroyer. Like don’t go so far as to have a secret BSD in the Caren put 30 silver bullets in him as an act of betrayal but then again a good ST could make that imagery work…

#werewolf the apocalypse #werewolf the essentials #world of darkness

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positivelybeastly · 1 year ago

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A Completely Unbiased and Totally Comprehensive Beast Reading List, Pt. 1

As a member of the first class of X-Men, the intelligently gifted Dr. Hank McCoy has been fighting for the peaceful coexistence between mutants and humans for most of his life, under the tutelage of Professor Xavier. Born with an enhanced physique, strength, and muscular structure, he has adopted the name Beast.

Well, hello there, friends! Welcome to a completely unbiased, totally comprehensive, not at all too long reading list that aims to show you the story of everyone's favourite Beast, from start to finish!

Origins

As one of the original X-Men, Beast features in almost every issue of the very first iteration of the team - but to put it bluntly, 60s X-Men sucks, and I want you to enjoy this character, so we're going to start with some aggressive curation.

X-Men Origins: Beast, by Mike Carey - a solo story that retells Hank's origins, including his pre-X-Men life, and an insight into his mindset, his relationship with humanity, and his first meeting with the X-Men. It also happens to have some rather lovely art, and a fantastic last page spread that expresses a lot of what makes Hank a brilliant character. X-Men: First Class, by Jeff Parker - a collection of mini-series that fill in the gaps between stories in the original run of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby's X-Men, this run is extremely readable, and does a very good job of forming a cohesive characterisation of both Hank, the X-Men, and, particularly, Professor Xavier. You do not need to have any former knowledge of anything X-Men to read this run. Issues of Particular Note: (2006) #8; the meeting of Hank and Gorilla Man, who have a cute dynamic, and if you like Gorilla Man, you should read Agents of Atlas by Parker as well. (2007) #4; the foundation of Hank's friendship with Bobby Drake, aka Iceman. These two were thick as thieves all the way up until the late 00s. Giant-Sized Special; a collection of short fun little stories with varying art styles, featuring Hank on small solo adventures or in duos with the other X-Men. Finals #2; Hank deciding to leave the X-Men, and become his own man.

X-Men: Season One by Dennis Hopeless is a standalone graphic novel that aims to retell the early days of the X-Men from the perspective of Jean Grey, and features Hank fairly prominently. If you want to be more up to code on early X-Men history without dealing with issues of the 60s run, this would be a good place to do it.

And of course, Uncanny X-Men vol. 1. While I would not advise reading this run in its entirety, dipping your toe in to get some appreciation for what 60s comics were like and how far we've come isn't an awful idea. Issues of Particular Note: #7 Hank is momentarily abducted by a beatnik foot cult. No notes, this is just a funny situation that Hank ends up in. #8; one of the first instances of anti-mutant hysteria in an X-Men book, the first time Hank left the X-Men, and also the origin of his short career as a professional wrestler. #47; Hank and Bobby go on a double date with their girlfriends and get interrupted by superhero shenanigans.

Grey

With Hank having now left the X-Men, he has a rendezvous with destiny, and while this is going to be a very short period on our reading list, it's a very formative one for young Hank.

Amazing Adventures #11-17, by Gerry Conway, Steve Englehart, and Arnold Drake. Honestly, just read this entire run - you basically get a very well contained story that delves into Hank at a very young age, and while this may be a series from the 1970s, it's actually surprisingly modern in its approach to Hank as a character. It's also interesting to see the introduction of a more horror/wolfman aspect to Hank's character, which is largely due to the contemporary popularity of Werewolf-by-Night. It all caps off with issue #17, which collects a number of back-up stories that originally came from Uncanny X-Men, that tell Hank's origin in its uncondensed form. If you started with Carey's Origins book, these story beats will be very familiar, but it's interesting to see what parts were cut and which were preserved.

A companion story that goes back and revisits this very interesting period of Hank's life can be found in X-Men Unlimited vol. 2 #10, as one of the two stories contained there. Sliding somewhere in between issues of Amazing Adventures, it provides a modern emotional context for Hank's transformation, and I feel obliged to warn you that this is a very heavy story. If stories about depression, radiation sickness, or familial death are triggering for you, approach with caution.

Avengers

As you may have noticed, Hank has now changed from grey to his more familiar blue! This is due to printing limitations of the time, where attempts to render black or grey often ended up producing a shade that looked closer to blue. But enough of that malarkey, let's talk about everyone's favourite Bouncing Baby Blue Beast!

Avengers vol. 1, by . . . so many writers, but the most significant include Jim Shooter, Gerry Conway, Steve Englehart, David Michelinie, Bill Mantlo, etc. As the first X-Man to cross teams, Hank made history, and he quickly settled in nicely to the bitchy, high octane, absolutely bonkers world of 70s Marvel. Among other things, this is where he forms lifelong friendships with Carol Danvers, Steve Rogers, and, perhaps most importantly, Simon Williams. Honestly, this entire run has its ups and downs, but I'd recommend reading it from start to finish, just because it's fun, and Hank is so much fun in it. If you're more used to buzzkill Beast from the modern era, you'll be shocked at just how much of a kind-hearted goof he is here. Although, maybe skip the Korvac Saga. Issues of Particular Note: #137, which features Hank's initial tryout for the Avengers, with some story beats that will have particular resonance if you read Amazing Adventures or X-Men Unlimited, recommended above. #141, which sees the beginning of the origins of Patsy Walker, who you might know better as Hellcat, and who will become an important part of our story later. #148, which sees Hank embrace his disguise gimmick - while pretty much abandoned from this point on, it was arguably never going to get better than the trick he pulls here. Avengers Annual #6, which sees the origins of Hank and Simon's wonder-ful relationship. Whether you read them as friends or more, it really is a ton of fun to see just how quickly they glom onto each other as partners. #160 digs a little deeper into Hank's dynamic on the Avengers, and, if you aren't doing a full readthrough, this provides an interesting perspective on what Hank brings to the team, which is paid off in #163 and #164. Can you guess what it is? Yep . . . sex symbol. This is the origin of Hank McCoy, original mutant fuck machine, baybeeee. #171 sees Hank speaking Latin, being kind of a shit to Ms. Marvel, and being called a slut by Thor, which is kind of amazing, tbh. But Hank then proceeds to disappear for a bit, dodging the really rather awful Korvac Saga, so if you want to read more about our boy, you can jump right ahead to #178, where they make up for his brief absence by psychologically torturing him! Yeah! Love it! Next big issue of note is #188, where the Avengers get political, Hank gets to hold Ms. Marvel's laser gatling gun backpack, and press his nose against a plane window like a small child (it's better than I'm making it sound)! #194 has Hank at his best, to be quite honest, and is an all around nice little slice of life, quiet issue for the Avengers, for those of you who miss such things in comics. #206 features Hank speaking every language he knows for an entire issue, on . . . well, honestly, not even a dare, he just does it. #209, meanwhile is . . . heavy. Trigger warnings for the Shoah, the Holocaust, concentration camps, and a lot of dark subject matter, but it does showcase Hank at arguably his most heroic and his most tender. And then, finally, we reach the end of Hank's tenure with the Avengers, at #211, where . . . well, honestly? He leaves because his boyfriend is leaving. There's no other way to interpret it, that's just the text. He'll of course join the Avengers again, and is always active as a reservist, but for now, he's to move on to greener, more defensive pastures. In between these appearances, it's also worth checking out the absolutely iconic Dark Phoenix Saga. If you think you know this story from the adaptations in X-Men 3 or Dark Phoenix, trust me, you don't - this is the real story, as it should always have been. Hank only joins in on the story in the last third, but if you ever doubted his commitment to the X-Men, his friends, or the ideals of justice, look no further. And guess what, it's just a damned good story, starting at Uncanny X-Men #129 and going on to #138.

Hank also makes guest appearances in Uncanny X-Men #111 to #114, where he first properly meets the second generation of X-Men, though as you'll see, it's far from the most orderly or normal of introductions. For those of you who don't know about Chris Claremont and his predilections, you will learn - great writer, absolutely fundamental to the X-Men, but . . . hoo boy.

That's what I've got for you for the moment! I will be adding the next sections as separate posts, so that this doesn't get too long - feel free to check back here, or just keep your eyes peeled in the Hank McCoy tag, so that you don't miss the next section, as we move into the 80s proper! Also, I may be adding new issues here and there, as I remember things, so check back if you want to hear more about Beast's early years!

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#outofmuffins #hank mccoy #henry mccoy #reading list #marvel comics #x-men comics #I promised I would do it!

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dufferpuffer · 9 months ago

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Thoughts on lily/remus and also just their friendship in general?

I would LOVE to talk about Remus and Lily, yes. Thankyou. Dropping everything I should be doing. Sorry 10 other people in my asks.

Unpopular opinion alert: I am a BIG FAN of this silly little thing added in the POA movie.

"The very first time I saw you Harry I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar - by your eyes. They're your mother, Lily's. Yes... Oh yes. I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted Witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others even, and perhaps most especially, when that person could not see it in themselves..."

This shows so much character for Remus. I don't care if it isn't canon, I accept it as such anyway - because it contradicts nothing and adds depth.

People focus on the 'Your mother was there for me' line for being vague and confusing. "When? What about the Marauders? There's no proof Remus and Lily even hung out" I don't think that's as interesting or as important as the other lines:(1000 words)

+ He speaks flippantly about Harry's scar. "Your scar? The death of your parents? Psh - I saw the LIFE of your parents. I saw my old friend look back at me when I saw you." That, from a man with his own scars? Who is identified by them? Marked by them...? He understands Harry: They are more than their scars and the events of their past.

+ He seems to know Harry hasn't heard much about his mother. Likely due to his trouble making and the fact he looks like his dad. Remus takes the time to point out positive attributes that are more personal than his looks or being gifted with magic or a broomstick: Being there for others. Kindness. Seeing hidden beauty. He is describing Harry's mother to him for perhaps the first time - AND saying that he see's him, truly. He see's he is a good boy.

+ 'She had a way of seeing the beauty in others even, and perhaps most especially, when that person could not see it in themselves' Please, god please - Remus the sentence. What he desires most and what he desires to emulate the most. And said to gently, so politely - so simple and yet so clever... The director/script writer understood Remus back then better than most fans do now.

We understand so much about Remus from this bite of dialogue: He is gentle, sweet - he see's below the surface. He isn't swayed by scars or fame, by talent or destiny. He values kindness - and helping people at their lowest, without judgement. I LOVE HIM

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We also get a rare peek into the relationship he had with Lily: She was kind to him, more than he could have ever expected. She accepted him when she had no reason to. He was a werewolf. She would have found this fact out years after meeting him. Years after learning about what a werewolf was in class. Years after hearing negative stereotypes. Remember: Werewolves were, in general, aligned with Voldemort. Years of knowing him as one of the bullies of her friend.

But for whatever reason, likely still unknown in Remus' mind - she accepted him. She took his Lycanthropy in stride. She saw beauty in him he couldn't see, she was nice to him, she looked at him in the eye and saw past his scars. She was popular, talented, strong, confident - everything he tried so hard to be, she could do effortlessly.... but she was still kind.

I think Remus had a crush on her. Even before she was his friend. It only got stronger after... but he always waved it off, pushed it down.

Everyone has a crush on Lily. She's so cool-! So pretty! So talented, smart, sharp, confident... so much better than him. Like Tonks. But he wouldn't want to step on James' toes... and Severus is far too strong of a personality to go up against... Anyway, he's a werewolf. Dating someone would basically be an act of cruelty against them. He pushes it down. Doesn't think about it. Ignores it.

By the time Lily becomes his friend... shes more interested in James. She means alot to him, though. James, Sirius, Peter - they were his friends before they knew about his secret. Lily? She became his friend as a near-adult. Old enough to understand his Lycanthropy isn't a funny novelty. And she still accepted him. She was 'there for him', in some capacity.

I just can't imagine that doing anything but making him swoon. But he didn't let those feelings develop far. He pushed them down. An impossible crush from the get-go. He wasn't even sad that James married her - he is happy for both of them. They suit each other. Remus could never give her what she needs. And Lily would agree.

What little we see of her is that while she had some patience she doesn't like babying people who won't change themselves. If Severus was going to be more and more of an ass like his Slytherin peers then she wasn't going to stick around. Remus isn't the type for her.

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In terms of "Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was" - I don't think its too important. It could mean anything.

It doesn't have to really mean that the Marauders weren't there for him, just that... she was different. She offered new, fresh, undeserved understanding and acceptance.

The most traumatic moment I can think of around the time of Lily becoming their friend was the werewolf incident. How horrible be used by your friend for the sake of a prank! How terrifying knowing your secret could be leaked, that everyone could turn on you - yet when Lily finds out, she doesn't turn on him. She's used to James and Sirius being assholes. It might be new to Remus, who hasn't been at the butt of it before - but she's had to be there for Severus for years. Obviously any tension between Remus and Sirius/The Marauders was mended... but it is possible that Lily helped with that. During the war, Remus was isolated from his friends. Sirius thought he was a traitor, he was on werewolf missions all the time, tensions were high... but perhaps Lily still talked to him. Sent him letters. Comforted him, even when in hiding.

Or maybe she just returned his library books for him lol who knows

Note: 'she was also an uncommonly kind woman' I know some people take issue with this because Lily was NOT 'uncommonly kind'. The little we see of her shows her actually being kinda mean. But... of course Remus would think shes uncommonly kind. He's a WEREWOLF! This is HIS perception of her: The woman who accepted Severus, who accepted HIM... and died for her son.

#remus lupin #hp #love you remus #remus my beloved #headcannons #lily evans #lily potter

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