#or they might just be fine because their werewolfness is linked to the position of the moon rather than how much is visible?

[taekookfests]

vampire fest - fic reveals season 1

Sucker For You by taecheeks [link] 163.5k Words | Completed | Explicit 

“Jungkook here doesn’t believe the sun will burn him. Can you please tell him that it does so he doesn’t get hurt and become an even bigger pain in my ass?”

Jungkook pushes against his shoulder. “You were just begging for me to stay because you enjoy my company so much.”

Another questioning look on Jimin’s face makes Taehyung consider going somewhere else for the night so he doesn’t have to hear about it.

“Didn’t beg.” Taehyung fixes his shirt in case his position wrinkled it in any way. “Only said that to make you feel better.”

Jungkook scoffs under his breath. “You lie so much and wonder why I don’t believe you.”

BAD BLOOD by moonchild__04 [link] 125.3k Words | Completed | Explicit 

When you live forever, love and hate are separated by a fine line. And even after years, some things can’t change.

When Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook, two vampires turned by the same Master, meet each other again after years of distance, nothing is simple. In Busan, Jungkook is living a human life, but a murder mystery brings him again in front of the man he’s incapable to forget. 

Between magic and horrible truth, blood and death, love and desire, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook find each other again.

Strangers in the Night by Lilithgirl [link] 66.4k Words | Completed | Explicit 

On the run from his pack, Jeon Jungkook makes a desperate deal with Kim Taehyung, one of the most powerful vampires in Seoul. In exchange for protection, he signs over exclusive access to his rare strain of werewolf blood.

Ink Moon. by lovetides [link] 43.6k Words | Completed | Explicit 

Jeongguk should have known. It only makes sense for reality to have flipped itself the wrong way around; Taehyung never did frown for so long.

Cherry Cola by dagusts (raplinesvevo) [link] 33.6k Words | Completed | Explicit 

He was a good boy, he really was. He just liked being a little bad sometimes.

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Jungkook is dead set on starting a new life when he moves to Seoul. A life with adventure, adrenaline, and even enigma. What he doesn't factor into his plans is a painfully attractive roommate, who has taken it upon himself to give Jungkook the most confused, love-struck butterflies of his life.

In Living We Die, In Dying We Live by staerrykooks [link] 26.9k Words | Completed | Mature 

There is only one rule in the Hunger Games. Kill or be killed. Your choice.

A hunger Games au where all of them are supernatural beings in different Districts and they just want to live so they fight a different battle together.

Midnight Under You by symmetrical [link] 24k Words | Completed | Explicit 

Taehyung has lived in his house for six years, and for six years there's been no problems. The new neighbour aims to ruin all of that.

or,

Jungkook moves in next door and is immediately interested in his prickly neighbour.

Flesh by KookieAddict [link] 17.2k Words | Completed | Explicit 

Vampire Taehyung has a secret that keeps him from feeding from his human boyfriend of three years, Jungkook. It makes him insecure, makes him doubtful because, if he tells the truth to his boyfriend, he might lose him and he can't bear that thought, not when he's so in love with him. When a fight occurs between them, Taehyung is left with no choice but to stop hiding his truth from Jungkook and take a leap of faith.

I Chase the Memory of It by Sharleena [link] 16.6k Words | Completed | Explicit 

Pressing Taehyung against the wall and keeping him there is easy enough. What’s never easy, and Jungkook should learn this by now, is staying focused when Taehyung’s face is so close to his.

“You,” Jungkook grits out. “—are starting to get on my nerves.”

Taehyung, who has no right to act bold given his current position, lifts his chin up and clicks his tongue. “And you’re as predictable as always.”

“I’m not the one pinned to a grimy wall.”

“No,” Taehyung replies. “But you’re the one who’s about to get cut open.”

Neon Can’t Light the Road by thejoth [link] 15.3k Words | Completed | Explicit 

Jeongguk works the late shift at the small mart by campus. It's not his fault the vampire wants to buy condoms.

You... You're Not A Vampire by candybunkoo [link] 10k Words | Completed | Not Rated 

“I have a boyfriend!”

A pin-drop silence washed over the dining area, interrupted by a clearing of throat before an incredulous “What?” blurted out of Seokjin’s mouth.

Or where Taehyung’s fellow coven members are nosy and won’t stop talking about his supposedly non-existent love life while Jeongguk is his very confused human boyfriend who just wants to be acknowledged and accepted by Taehyung’s coven.

A Lifetime to Discover Who You Are by Sinhaya [link] 9.8k Words | Completed | Mature 

When you live most of your life fearing you’ll never meet your soulmate, but somehow, you do.

The Perfect Night (to sink into the floor and die) by notdeadonlyasleep [link] 9.2k Words | Completed | Explicit 

Jeongguk considered himself a quite lucky person, but today his luck must have run out. Jeongguk’s night that was supposed to be a quiet study session had turned into a nightmare.

It was an unwritten rule for werewolves to never visit the territory of vampires and vice versa since the species were hostile against each other.

However, Jeongguk found himself running for what seemed to be hours, deeper and deeper into the vampires' territory.

Galaxy In Your Eyes by ko0lina [link] 9.1k Words | Completed | Teen And Up

When Taehyung's coven takes down another for luring in and humans to sell their blood, Taehyung and his coven mates not only end up arresting the culprit but also find one human prisoner, having been kept hidden away to feed from. They free him and take him back to their coven, though Taehyung and the others soon will learn, that there is more to Jeongguk than the eye meets.

Or, 5 times Jeongguk's eyes hold an emotion that weigh heavy on Taehyung's undead heart; + 1 time it might just start beating once more when Jeongguk's eyes hold galaxies in them.

No Other Shade of Blue But You by noctalgia [link] 5.1k Words | Completed | Teen And Up Audiences

Werewolves aren't supposed to be good company for vampires. Jungkook can't imagine not having Taehyung by his side.

What a Lovely Way to Burn by faith2727 [link] 4.7k Words | Completed | Explicit 

A vampire's bite is better than the strongest alcohol or the most potent drug. Jungkook can't get enough, so he joins a brothel where the customers are more than happy to sink their teeth into him.

Taehyung shouldn't be feeding on humans. He knows the risk, but Jungkook is too delicious to pass up. He can't stay away.

Together, they're all each other needs.

How to Ask a Vampire Out by green_mic [link] 4.6k Words | Completed | Mature 

Boss Kim Taehyung and employee Jeon Jungkook flirting overtime at work, after dark.

Young and Beautiful by penscapes [link] 4.3k Words | Completed | Explicit 

When he was sure Jason had thoroughly made up his mind about where his night would end, Jeongguk shot Taehyung a look from across the club. Taehyung nodded and stood, heading home to make sure phase two would go off without a hitch.

And it did. Within twenty minutes, Jeongguk had gotten Jason out of the club and into the elevator of his apartment building, where he continuously nibbled on Jeongguk’s ear. He barely had to do anything at this point, Jason’s mind completely set on getting Jeongguk into bed, where he’s most vulnerable.

Somewhere, Taehyung hid in the shadows, watching and waiting for the right time.

Or; Jeongguk and his husband have to find their food somewhere, right?

In Marked Promises by BloodLikeRoyalty [link] 2.7k Words | Completed | Explicit 

Human Taehyung doesn't mind catching his vampire boyfriend's prey, but honestly, he'd rather be the one Jungkook sinks his teeth into.

I Don't Bite (I nom and nibble) by mingcat [link] 2.5k Words | Completed | Not Rated

Jeongguk was no longer a fledgeling, but that didn’t mean he had complete control over his abilities. Luckily, his older and much more experienced boyfriend was willing to lend a helping hand.

That is, after he stopped nipping at the younger’s wings and ears while he was in bat form.

Abyss Between Us by mySweetWords2U [link] 373.9k Words | Ongoing | Explicit 

“For the peaceful coexistence of both kinds, the council has decided to not let the situation escalate further and agree to their proposal that brings nothing but peace and harmony to us. Taehyung must marry the human according to human customs and protect him, cherish him and treat him as his mate going forward."

Or, True Blood Vampire, Kim Taehyung, never thought fulfilling his mother's last wish would land him in an arranged marriage with model, Jeongguk.

Things would have been easier if Taehyung didn't despise humans to the core and if Jeongguk wasn't a hopeless romantic, wreaking havoc on his frozen heart.

Keep the Car Running by redpangur [link] 88.8k Words | Ongoing | Explicit 

Unregistered vampires are a danger to themselves and others. Individuals who come into contact with an unregistered vampire should safely remove themselves from the situation and report the incident to local law enforcement. To leave an anonymous tip, click here or call our 24-hour hotline.

Soft Dark Nothing by localwordsmith [link] 28.1k Words | Ongoing | Explicit 

When a string of blood-drained bodies has both the vampire and human communities of Seoul on edge, an unlikely duo is on the case.

(or: Jungkook is just an average human journalism student. He doesn’t want any trouble. But his vampire neighbour Taehyung likes to go looking for it.)

Ivy Clinging to the Walls by thejoth [link] 27.2k Words | Ongoing | Explicit 

In the aftermath of his best friend's disappearance, writer Kim Taehyung leaves the city and seeks refuge in nature to write his next book.

What he doesn't realize is that the trees sing songs, the cat seems to be watching him, and there's something living in the forest behind his Airbnb.

Purple Butterfly by teacooks [link] 21k Words | Ongoing | Mature 

In the middle of a dark and secluded forest, there is a tiny bat living in a tree. Every day fighting for survival.

Thank god, a little wolf has a fascination with Butterflies. A peculiar purple one causing him to get lost in the woods.

He believes, losing his path was well worth finding something he will cherish for the rest of his life.

or

When the sun meets the moon.

Mythweaver by disquiet [link] 15.9k Words | Ongoing | Explicit 

when the tongue cuts, it cuts in two.

You Must Keep Your Soul, Like a Secret In Your Throat by jeongvee [link] 8k Words | Ongoing | Explicit 

a lone attack on one fateful eve of december led to a vampire/human conflict that hasn't been observed in more than 15 years. in the midst of a war on the curb, jeon jungkook and kim taehyung are trying to come to terms with their realities. secrets await their time, but maybe love does too.

(alternatively, police officer jeon jungkook is put back into action by his best friends namjoon and yoongi, to take down a vampire coven that's been the singlehanded cause of a peace agreement between both creatures brought to its knees. in the course of his investigation, he comes across kim taehyung, a lovely stripper in the red-light district who seems to know more than he's letting on.)

Deliquesce by dagusts (raplinesvevo) [link] 7.8k Words | Ongoing | Explicit 

"Perhaps you made a mistake," Taehyung whispered in his ear. Goosebumps erupted across Jungkook's skin, down the back of his neck. "Jeon Jungkook. You shouldn't have woken me up."

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In the deepest caves of some of the most treacherous mountains of South Korea, lies a thousands year old secret. A soul that sleeps, for good reason. Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook, quite literally, stumble upon it.

Nosebleeds From Epiphanies I Took Full in the Face [neck?] by agathokakological (jeonsgalaxy) [link] 7.4k Words | Ongoing | Not Rated 

taehyung is determined to prove his new roommate is a vampire. taehyung’s roommate is also extremely attractive.

Vampy & Pearl by soularis [link] 6.7k Words | Ongoing | General Audiences 

Vampires are supposed to like blood—love blood. But Jungkook hates it.

He can't handle the taste of it, finding it way too bitter, disgusting, and not up to his liking. Having not drank a single drop of it for a long while, he began to experience the side effects that is almost equal to dying. So he seeks help from Taehyung, a bright sea witch slash mermaid with the love for creating potions, hoping his creations would do the trick and solve his blood-hating problem.

Oh and he also has really sweet blood that Jungkook couldn't seem to get enough of.

First Fall of Autumn by seokjinverse [link] 5.3k Words | Ongoing | Explicit 

"We just met at the wrong time. The wrong season maybe?" Jeongguk chuckles but stops when blood starts to gush out of his mouth.

"When the right season comes for us. I am never letting you go any more, lover."

Just like the seasons, love is fleeting yet lasting and always leaves a beautiful mark on those who experience it. Just like the season, love knows when to come back, when to stay and when to go. Just like the seasons, love will always find its way back to those who are truly meant to be together.

And just like waiting for his favorite season to come, Taehyung waits patiently for his beloved to return.

Don't Refuse my Heart (Even though it is Dead) by aa3 [link] 6k Words | Ongoing | Mature 

Daegu.

The wikipedia page says, ‘It is the third-largest urban agglomeration in Korea after Seoul and Busan..’ and the people on twitter go crazy over getting to visit it because it is the birth town of some high ranking idol.

If you ask Jungkook though, Daegu is his prison of misery. A place he will be trapped in with the constant reminder of his parents’ broken marriage, his shitty childhood all over the country, and most importantly his loneliness.

But......

Things change.....and Daegu changed for Jungkook. Only he didn't expect it to be with some out of the world person he doesn't know if he is true or not.

Only the Beginning (of My Rebirth) by TKookery [link] 6.4k Words | Ongoing | Not Rated 

When Taehyung was left for dead he thought that was the end. Until Jungkook finds him.

And he learns that was really only the beginning.

One, Two, Three... Know Your Place, Pretty. by petalsholic [link] 5.2k Words | Ongoing | Explicit

"Is your little freak show over, pretty thing?"

"Who the fuck are you?" Jeongguk tries to escape from the grip, but it's useless.

"Someone who came here to stop you from fucking ruining how our agreement with humans works," Taehyung places his chin on the newly turned vampire's shoulder, "Kim Taehyung. The coven's leader."

Under Your Spell by daintyvkoo [link] 4.3k Words | Ongoing | General Audiences

When a ship is lured into the depths of the ocean by a siren, a vampire is pulled in by the siren’s song and they have to put aside their differences to find the identity of the murderer but all is not always as it seems…

You're So Whipped (Only For You) by candybunkoo [link] 4k Words | Ongoing | Not Rated

It was almost an unspoken rule, deep seated in their society, that vampires and werewolves should not have any form of relation with one another. It was rare enough to witness the two species being able to handle each other’s presence without feeling the urge to throttle one another, let alone having them be friends or even more unbelievable, life-long partners.

While most of them kept to the tradition, it appeared that one very specific doe-eyed alpha did not get the memo.

And this, exactly, was how the paths of one soft - and endearingly stubborn - alpha werewolf and an ancient - and very whipped - leader of a known vampire coven became interwoven, forming a tight knot.

And this is how their story came to be.

I'll Paint Your Gray Sky With Golden Shades by noctalgia [link] 3.6k Words | Ongoing | Mature

As he drew the lines with finesse, it was easy to wonder what it would be like to craft a portrait for Taehyung.

Would a traditional portrait, in which the vampire is shown with a serious and serene expression, be better? Or could he convince him to smile along the way, even if it was to satisfy his own curiosity? Would it be better to have a background that would enhance nature, perhaps the ocean he knew so well? Or maybe his skin would stand out with green and solid tones.

Jungkook continued to wonder, his mind going deeper into the scenario, imagining how the vampire would behave. He didn't look like the type to be easily intimidated, but there was something about him that indicated he was used to hiding, used to years of shadow.

For Taehyung, there were many ways in which his identity had been denied to him. Not having a portrait was one of them, but sometimes the feeling of not really being seen seemed to outweighed it. Jungkook understood this, and was willing to prove he saw him, in every sense of the word.

His Latibule by ENBYOON [link] 3.5k Words | Ongoing | General Audiences 

When Taehyung moves into a new town wanting to get rid of his pestering writer’s block.

He expects to explore new places, and make new friends. Not expecting to meet someone that completes him in every way.

Treat My Wounds Not My Scars by tokyonsool [link] 3.2k Words | Ongoing | Mature 

Taehyung works at an animal shelter. Taking in injured bats wasn't anything new for them. This time, however, the "bat" happens to be a powerful vampire Jungkook. Before they could question why it adores Taehyung and refuses to let him go, Taehyung and Jungkook's future has already spinned. The catch? It brings back both of their past. The past one forgot but yearned for, and the other remembers but cries for.

Notturno by decalkoomanie [link] 2.5k Words | Ongoing | Explicit 

As Taehyung closed his eyes, the vampire ferociously sank his teeth in his neck, only a hiss coming out of the dying boy's mouth.

Jungkook could see red, red everywhere, and then pitch black

(a huge thanks to kai for helping me compile all these fics!)

[in-tua-deep]

what happened isn’t he fifth year of the hogwarts au?

asdfASDF have i not mentioned it??? in their fifth year, Ben almost dies and Luther becomes a werewolf

needless to say... it’s a very eventful year for everyone

I figured a good way to mirror the show and Luther’s issues slash ape body would be to make him a werewolf

It definitely brings the siblings closer together in a way because here’s what they know about the wizarding world and werewolves: a) the wizarding world is like, super awful to werewolves and have a bajillion laws regarding them, b) an old DADA teacher was lowkey fired for being outed as a werewolf even though he was on wolfsbane potion and taking care of himself, and c) the only werewolf who attended hogwarts (according to Fred) was said professor who kept it a secret due to worrying he would be kicked out of Hogwarts

the family have no proof that Luther wouldn’t be kicked out of Hogwarts for his werewolf-ness so obviously they have to keep it a secret

on the bright side, they have access to a secret basement thanks to Five poking around that has been mainly cleared of booby traps and other unsafe things, that is also impossible for Luther to escape from considering his wolf form can’t exactly speak parseltongue

(because portrait!Dolores probably teaches the squad how to at the very least say “open” and “close” in parseltongue considering i’m pretty sure canon hp has non parseltongues being able to vaguely mimic enough to get in)

further bright side - Ben and Five are very good at potions and are capable of very very difficult potions, such as the Wolfsbane potion

(downside: Five is a very experimental potions maker and likes to try and improve upon current formulas. Ben complains but is secretly the same. The other siblings don’t think they should be experimenting with Luther’s anti-werewolf potion guys, come on what the fuck)

“This would be so much easier if you didn’t have a reputation for being such a goody two-shoes.” Five informs Luther crossly, because getting a mannequin to transfigure into a sleeping ‘Luther’ was harder than it should have been smh, if Luther had cultivated a reputation for never being where he should be like Five everything would be fine but no, Luther’s dorm mates would be suspicious if he was gone on every full moon night

(Diego, as the team resident bonus Gryffindor, gets to stay behind and make sure no one ‘wakes up’ Luther in the morning before everyone can smuggle the real Luther back into bed)

Ben blames himself honestly, because it’s theoretically his fault that they were in the Forbidden Forest on the full moon that night

(Ben has excelled in potions and herbology, he gets along with Neville like a house on fire, and he spends lots of time in the greenhouse. He wanted to gather some various plants and potions ingredients that you can only get on the full moon and - well - let’s just say the trip didn’t go as planned)

Five ends up doing a lot of the... I guess caretaking work?? He’s the one best equipped to go down into the Chamber of Secrets when Luther is wolfed out since he can just teleport if Luther tried to bite him or something (which he doesn’t because he’s docile on the wolfsbane potion

“I dropped care of magical creatures, this shouldn’t even be my responsibility.” Five complains, loudly

“Well Luther has the best grade in that class out of any of us.” Klaus points out, gesturing between him and Diego, who looks sour at the reminder that Luther does better at him in any class at all (though that rivalry died down a lot when Diego made the quidditch team tbh)

“Luther can’t take care of himself.” Allison says crossly.

“Hey.” Luther protests, “I mean, I know, but hey.”

“Well Fred says that the marauders - that’s the dudes who hung out with Lupin when he was a baby werewolf - became animagi so they could hang out with him on full moons and stuff.” Klaus interjects excitedly, “There’s this potion which should be totally easy for Five and Ben and - ”

“Absolutely not.” Ben cuts Klaus off, “We need to be focusing on getting ingredients for the Wolfsbane potion, and they’re not easy to come by. Plus the ones we can’t get are expensive.”

“We’re orphans, it’s not like we have our own money.” Diego points out grumpily, ignoring the weird look on Luther’s face that pops up every time Reginald is even vaguely referenced. 

“The money isn’t a problem.” Five says dismissively, because he’s been squirreling money away in weird places for years and has a solid ring of tutoring, essay writing, and homework providing in place to get them at least some funds, “The issue is disguising our orders so that people won’t look at our lovely list of ingredients and be like ‘who the fuck is making this quantity of wolfsbane at hogwarts, where there aren’t supposed to be any werewolves’.”

“We could buy other potions ingredients as well and hide the wolfsbane ones among them?” Luther suggests tentatively.

Ben grimaces, “The expense...”

“I already told you it’s not an issue.” Five snaps, “Besides, I can always just steal some of the super expensive ones from the potions cupboards.”

“Why do you always jump to stealing.” An aggrieved Vanya complains, even though all of them know it’s because Five’s ability to ‘apparate’ within Hogwarts grounds makes him the best person they have for moving unseen around Hogwarts

“Ha, jump.”

“It’s not like we have the resources though.” Allison muses, because she’s a slytherin and resourcefulness is important to her, “I mean, what are they going to do if they find out? Throw us in Azkaban?”

Diego shrugs, “This is Hogwarts, probably the worst that will happen is detention.” 

“We can handle detentions.” Ben says firmly, “We do what we have to do, to keep Luther safe.”

“Thanks guys,” Luther may actually sound a little choked up at the loyalty shown by his siblings.

Luther gets,,, very good at watching the moon ;3c

you could say... it’s very important to him in this au ;3c ;3c

“Wait guys. Guys.” Klaus slams his hands on the table during a study session, “We can finally figure out the answers to one of the age old questions!!”

“What?” Allison sounds more exhausted than Five feels.

“What happens if you put a werewolf on the moon.”

“I don’t think Luther will be able to be an astronaut.” Ben points out delicately, “You need like, really good science grades and stuff and... I mean, potions is sort of a science but not exactly one you can put on your muggle applications.”

“One more dream crushed.” Vanya mutters.

“Hear hear.”

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

Pairing: Sero/F!Reader

Summary: When you find your dating making out with someone else at a Halloween party, Hanta swoops in and reclaims your evening, rekindling an old flame.

Contains: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Demisexual Reader, Astronomy/Greek Lore Nerd Sero, Old flame

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Demi Problems, Praise/Smidge of Degradation, Name-calling (slut & whore), Pet names (Love, good girl, pretty girl), Car Sex, F Masturbation, Oral M Receiving (Road Head) I think that's everything

A/N: This took me much longer than I expected. It's also my first time writing Sero. Given the season, I decided to add a touch of Halloween and costumes to this one.

If you'd like to read other's in the Stood Up series, here are the links:

Stood Up - Bakugo - WC 3,502

Stood Up - Kirishima - WC 3,612

Stood Up - Kaminari - WC 2,461

Word Count Starting Below: 3,494

Denki Kaminari's annual Halloween bash was in full swing by the time Hanta had arrived. He'd come straight from patrol, wrapping himself up in his own tape making a half assed mummy costume for himself. Not like anyone would notice with the flashing colored lights, loud music, and abundance of liquor.

However, Hanta didn't even make it up to the double glass front doors of Denki's home. Not before doing a double take at the very familiar pirate that ran by him.

"Y/N?" You stopped allowing him the chance to catch up to you, "Holy shit, it is you, when the hell did you get back?"

Three years you'd been gone, working in America. Time differences and busy schedules made it so the two of you barely kept in touch. It was a shame, Hanta thought, considering how close the two of you used to be.

"I- uh- just a few weeks now. I heard you were helping out with the disaster relief after that storm."

It had to be his eyes playing tricks on him, the funny colors of the dancing lights were what made your cheeks look wet, right? Those couldn't have been tears.

"I was, yeah, but I got back yesterday. I didn't know-"

"Get the hell outta here!" His head snapped back towards the front of the house, just in time to see Eijiro, dressed in an impressive werewolf costume, literally throw someone out of the party. The guy drunkenly stumbled off, Eijiro walking over towards where Hanta was standing with you. "Y/N, you good?"

You nodded while Hanta tried to piece together what'd happened. "Sorry, it took me a second to find the bastard. Do ya wanna come back in? I'll make sure he leaves."

"No, Eijiro, thanks though. I'm just gonna head home."

The wolfman frowned but understood. "We'll have a smaller party for ya! Just the gang as a welcome home! You know Denki will look for any excuse to throw a party." He turned his gaze on Hanta. "A mummy, really?"

"You've been a damn werewolf for the last two years! You don't get to give me crap."

Eijiro poked the fuzzy pointed red ears carefully set into his spiky hair. "Mina and I worked real hard on this costume... seemed like a waste to only wear it once."

"We both know you haven't just worn those once, big man."

That got a chuckle out of you while all Eijiro could do was shrug and try to hide a shit-eating grin.

He asked you again if you'd like to stay and once more you said you were going to just head home. It was when you specifically said you were going to be walking home that Hanta spoke up offering to drive you back to your home since it was Halloween and people were creeps.

You were a damn pro hero but he still didn't feel right about just letting you walk home alone.

When you agreed he told Eijiro he'd be back soon and walked over with you to his car.

>>><<<

A part of you missed the old station wagon Hanta used to drive, not that this BMW he now drove wasn't absolutely amazing, you just sort of missed the comfort of the old car.

He waited until he'd reached the end of Denki's long, winding driveway to finally speak. "So, you wanna tell me what happened back there, or am I just supposed to pretend like Kiri didn't kick someone out on your behalf?"

"You could probably just ask Kiri and he'd tell you."

"I could, but, I'd like to hear it from you."

You knew you could tell him, there was nothing you couldn't tell Hanta. There was once a time when the man knew every single detail about your life. Sure, time and distance had put a strain on that relationship but you were back now. There was no reason why you couldn't at least start rebuilding what you and Hanta once had.

"Y/N, if you don't wanna say anything-"

"I was just casually seeing this guy. You know me and dating, how we don't always work out." You said abruptly and he quit talking, "And so, we weren't like official but we said we'd go to this party together. Well, I got here and went looking for him and found him making out with one of Hawks' sidekicks. I got a little upset when he noticed me and, well, he just said he found someone better."

Hanta actually stopped the car, pulled off to the side of the road, threw it in park, and looked right at you because he knew what found someone better meant exactly. You'd used those words in high school when that guy from Shiketsu that you'd been seeing got pissed off that you wouldn't put out and ended it with you. You went to his dorm crying because he 'found someone better', is what you told him. It took him a few hours to get the truth out of you.

You'd always been the kind of person to love with your entire heart but sexually, you'd confessed that you felt different from all the other kids your age back then. Not having the same urges and desires that everyone else seemed stricken with.

"Hanta, it's fine, really. Kiri heard the whole thing and, well, you saw what happened."

"Doesn't make it right! So, you went on a couple dates with a guy, that doesn't mean he just gets to expect you to put out for him! Even if you weren't demi, no one gets to just assume they deserve sex."

His lips were pressed in a narrow line, nostrils flared once in annoyance. He was usually so calm and laid back that you thought it rather cute when he got overprotective. "It's alright, Hants, really."

He still gave you a look that said he disagreed but then shook his head, dropping the subject for now at least.

"Still like those late-night drives?"

"I love them."

"Good."

Hanta waited for a car to pass and whipped the car in the other direction.

It wasn't long before he had the windows rolled down, conversations filling in the blanks of lost time, in between belting out choruses of your favorite songs. Minutes slipped by the further he drove, you lost track of both time and kilometers, letting him tell you all about the ridiculous antics the group had been up to.

Eventually, you caught the scent of salty air and even in the dark, you had a pretty good idea where Hanta was going. He followed a winding road, making two left turns and then a right leaving you on a stretch of road that paralleled the ocean.

You let your head fall against the seat, eyes falling shut and inhaling that wonderful smell you missed so much. Hanta had just one hand lazily on the wheel, his elbow resting out the open window, a relaxed smile was illuminated in soft orange lights off his dash.

You let your head roll onto his shoulder, not as easily done without the bench seat in his station wagon but it worked nonetheless. "Thanks."

His free hand came to rest on your knee, "Anytime."

He turned the wheel, pulling over and parking in front of a small beach access that you guys had found at 3 in the morning five years prior. Hanta kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the car to avoid them being sand-filled and you did the same with the knee-high boots purely because you longed to feel the sand between your toes.

The wooden planks were worn, parts buried beneath the sand until eventually, none remained. Breaking waves flooded your ears and you made a run for them! Before you could reach the lapping water though, tape had wound around your middle and yanked you backward.

"Not happening!" Hanta said firmly. "Last time I let you talk me into late-night swimming we didn't have a change of clothes either and we both got so sick! I think I might have actually died without Bakugo's soup!"

You chuckled, remembering being nineteen and curled up with Hanta on the sofa in the living room of the apartment you all shared for nearly a week. The sniffles didn't cease for almost three weeks.

"Okay, okay, no swimming." You flopped back down into the sand, his tape still attached meaning the cellophane hero was pulled down with you. "Tell me about the stars then, Hants. Who's out tonight?"

Astronomy was a hobby of Hanta's you learned about after moving into the dorms your first year. It wasn't uncommon to find him out on the roof most nights, laying on his back and looking up into the clear night sky littered with twinkling stars, usually with a joint pressed between his lips. It became almost a habit for him to grab you on his way up, pulling you along because you were more than happy listening to him tell you about each constellation and the stories behind them.

It was around this time of year, in your final year of high school; somewhere between him recalling the greek mythos of Aries and Sagittarius that you noticed your heart beating a little faster. You realized something had shifted between the two of you, and, holy shit, was this what it felt like to have a crush! When the hell did that happen?

You'd entrusted everything to Hanta back then, and now, laying in the sand shoulder to shoulder while he talked about Draco, that familiar feeling stirred again. You remembered what it was supposed to be like when you weren't forcing it for some random guy. How simple it was supposed to be.

You inclined on an elbow and he stopped mid-sentence. "Eh, everything alright?" You nodded but he looked anything but convinced, mirroring your position and asking you again.

It was easy for you to lean forward, to brush your lips against his for the first time in three years. And, when you pulled away, he looked about as shocked as he had the night you'd done it when you were eighteen.

"You- you still like me?"

When you left for America, you'd both agreed to put a pause on your sort of relationship. Free to date and screw whomever you pleased because three years was a long time and it just seemed like a fair decision to make. The realization that he might now have someone else special in his life dawned on you...

"Yeah but I totally understand if things are different now and I shoulda asked- oof!"

He kissed you so hard you toppled back into the sand, quick pecks, one right after another, ending them with a long one that nearly left you breathless.

"I didn't know how to bring it up. I didn't want to make you feel awkward about things or make you think I expected something. I thought that maybe since we didn't talk for a while your feelings might have changed."

"I can say with confidence they haven't."

"Thank fuck." He groaned and captured your lips in another searing kiss.

It was easy to lift his shirt off, the shreds of tape that remained were now covered with gritty sand that clung to your fingers as you traced the chest and torso you knew so well. Gliding over defined muscles, lingering on old scars and mapping out new ones he'd collected in your time apart.

His own hands were busy flicking open the brass fastenings of your corset, huffing about it being so much more difficult to get to your chest and something about it being very unfair.

By the time he'd undone the last one, bright headlights shown across the beach. "Shit."

Giggling ensued from the walkway and you both sighed, at least it wasn't the police or a hero patrol. Hanta gathered his shirt and ran back to his car with his hand in yours.

"I thought our days of being caught were over."

"At least it wasn't Mr. Aizawa this time."

A chill ran down your spine remembering the night and the lecture you'd received when your teacher had caught Hanta sneaking out of your room early one morning.

"So, uh, do you still plan on going to Denki's party?" You asked innocently enough but Hanta knew you far too well.

"I think I'm gonna miss it this year." His hand found a home on your upper thigh. "Apparently, you and I have a lot of catching up to do. Lost time to make up for and all that."

"Too bad you don't have that old station wagon anymore. If you did, we wouldn't have to wait to get back."

Dark eyes glanced over at you not so subtly parting your legs.

"I dunno. It's not too often I travel in the backseat of my own car but I've been told it's pretty roomy. Lots of legroom."

Your hand ran over your legs, dipping down to lightly brush your more sensitive parts, thankful you opted for the thin pair of black leggings rather than the dark skinny jeans. Your fingers danced again and this time you let a soft moan pass your lips. "Eyes on the road, Hants."

"That's a little hard to do when I've got you spread out in the passenger's seat." He grabbed your free hand and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. "You've got me distracted, filthy little woman."

You appreciated him testing the waters, a subtle way of checking if you liked those nicknames he used only in private with you, giving you a chance to protest if your likes had changed. They were one's that only felt right coming from him and you were eager to hear more.

Forgoing your own high, you leaned over the center console as best you could, undoing his belt first, followed quickly by his zipper letting his strained cock be free.

His grip tightened on your leg when you kissed the tip of him. "Just like old times, huh?"

A chuckle turned quickly into a moan, taking him in your mouth, pushing yourself further on his cock, fighting your gag reflex to get him down your throat. Hanta reclined his seat further, giving you more room to work with.

Your legs clenched tighter with every groan you pulled from him, wiggling your hips in the seat, letting a hand fall back between your own legs. There was an attempt of a moan around his cock when his fingers coiled in your hair. "Such a good slut. Keep fuckin' goin'." He let you continue at your own speed, needing to focus as best he could on the road rather than what you were doing but, damn, you were making that increasingly difficult.

He wasn't stopping you though. He rarely did. You'd sucked him off on countless drives before and only stopped when- "That's it." He lifted you off him by your hair at the same time he pulled off the road. There was a convenient turn-off, hidden by overgrown brush you noticed before he shut off the headlights.

Hanta took you by the chin, smearing drool. "Backseat, pretty girl." He reached into the glove box and pulled out a foil wrapper, "What do you say we test out that legroom?"

He wait to watch your smile grow wide before crawling into the back because he had to be the first to go if this had any chance of working. Once situated, pants under his thighs, he patted his lap for you to climb over.

You slid easily onto his lap, hands traveling up and over his shoulders, kissing hard while you rocked your hips against impossibly hard length.

There was so much comfort in the familiarity of him. It wasn't awkward to fall back into rhythm with Hanta, to remember that he loved the feeling of your nails dragging down his chest. And he was just as eager to get your shirt off, reach your breasts he'd missed so much, and get his tongue on your nipples.

Your head tipped backward, loving the pace he set, hips bouncing creating the perfect tug on your nipples between his teeth.

"Love, if I promise to buy you a new pair, can I rip these damn leggings? They're just so thin and-"

"Please." Your breathy moan had him smirking and with a single grunt the leggings were ruined, cool air from the vents had only a moment to touch your bare ass before Hanta's hands reclaimed it.

There was no way he hadn't felt your arousal before ripping your clothes off, you soaked through your panties and leggings, you knew that, but that didn't stop him from commenting on how soaked you were now on his fingers. "Want me inside you, whore? I think you do."

You nodded with a whimper and he slipped a finger in. "Hants, noo- I- I want your cock, please."

"You're gonna take my fingers like a good little slut first." You clenched at the words falling from his mouth. "So fuckin' tight you can barely take a finger. How'm I supposed to fit in here if you can even take a single finger? Need you to loosen up, alright." He pushed another finger in, scissoring the two inside you.

"This gonna make you cum? You need this bad, don't you? Tell me. Tell me how bad you need to cum."

"I want it. Please, please, I need it. I'm so close," You babbled and ripped the foil open with his teeth, rolling it with one hand on his cock. In an instant, his fingers had been replaced with this dick. Sticky fingers on your ass helping you ease down on him with a hiss.

"Fuck," Hanta let out a throaty chuckle, "You still fuckin' feel the absolute best." He dropped a kiss between your breasts, letting you adjust to his girth. "Perfect. Good girl. Such a fuckin' good little slut."

He wasn't about to last long. Not once you started bouncing up and down on him, your tits right in front of his face.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get you home, had to fucking tease me in the damn car." He held onto the fat of your ass, pulling you along him and slamming you down hard.

"Kinda pathetic how desperate you are. Fuck. Kinda hot too."

When the top of your head bumped the roof of the car, he scooted lower, trying to give you as much room to ride him however you pleased.

"What do you need? You wanna cum, don't you, pretty girl, what do you need?"

"Faster, faster please."

Hanta shifted even lower, making you grab onto the two headrests while he thrust his hips up into you at a rapid speed. His thumb on your clit was the additional stimulation you needed to fall over the edge. Nails clawing at the black leather as he continued to moan below you now chasing his own release.

You stayed poised above him, using every last bit of strength to stay upright until his mouth was rambling and his cock pulsed inside of you. Fingers bruising your skin before holding your pelvis snuggly against his.

He was bent in a way that looked entirely uncomfortable and yet he still smiled so widely. Reaching up to brush hair out of your eyes, "You okay?"

"Perfects, Hants. A little sore but I'm sure you are too." He moved off his lap, letting him slip out of you with a groan, "Is your neck gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Having you back, love, is more than worth a little bit of a neck cramp."

As he tied a knot in the condom, depositing it into a plastic bag he had tucked away under his seat, Hanta raised a brow, "Love, really, are you alright? Please, tell me if I hurt you at all."

"No! I'm good, why?"

"You're sitting silly."

You were sitting a little odd, perched on your knees rather than sitting on your ass because the leather was chilly and you told Hanta as much making him laugh. "Wait, I think I can help." He leaned back to the front of the car, flicking a button making it glow. Once he tucked himself back in his pants he hopped out of the car and you could see him rummaging in his trunk through the rear window.

"I keep forgetting to take this out from our camping trip a couple months ago. Guess it turned out to be a good thing." He laid the blanket down over the passenger's seat, declaring that should help a bit.

You wrapped the now toasty warm blanket around your bottom half while Hanta drove back towards the city, your head on his shoulder, his hand on your thigh.

"So, shopping tomorrow? I believe I owe you a pair of leggings..."

"It's a date."

[thebibliosphere]

Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites (an update)

Friends, vampire romancers, and monster lover aficionados…

I’ve got a fairly important update for you all. As I’ve mentioned many, many times, I’m struggling with the length of Phangs. There is simply too much book, and while I’ve made substantial cuts to the original manuscript, it’s been at the expense of many things I love and want to keep. Including my sanity.

To give you an idea of how bonkers the size of this thing is, the halfway mark is, at present, registering at over 700 pages on Kindle and the Apple store. Which is roughly, give or take, 500 pages in paperback. It is huge. And I’ve no idea how I created something of this size, and still not have all the things in it I want to include. So, to remedy this, and to avoid cutting out any more of the things I love, I’ve decided to split Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites into two books.

Regrettably, this means that the Ot3 doesn’t become firmly established until book two. It’s still heavily implied, and you get all three characters interacting together (read: flirting their supernatural socks off), but their relationship as a triad won’t be fully formed until the second book. Which is not what I want, and I know it’s not what a lot of you want either. But I need to be realistic here and do what makes sense for the narrative arc of the story, and also for my health. I thought with giving myself an extra month of wiggle room to keep working on things I’d be able to fix this issue, but truthfully, it’s not something I can fix. Not without cutting Nathan’s character arc and his development as a disabled character, and honestly, I’d rather scrap the whole novel than remove an iota of his arc.

It is extremely important to me to have a queer disabled, romantic lead who neither dies, nor is “cured,” and is still portrayed as lovable, sexy, and above all else, happy, while still experiencing difficulties and setbacks that comes from living with disabilities and chronic health issues. And Nathan is that character. He’s a deaf, disabled werewolf who uses mobility aids and wears a magical hearing aid who eventually learns to overcome the ableism and alienation he faces because of his injures*, both from the outside world, and from his family. It’s a huge part of who he is, and the narrative of acceptance and positivity that makes Phangs what it is. And I just... can’t lose that. I can’t. I’ve tried and I can’t.

I also just don’t want to delay the book any further.

You have all been incredibly patient and understanding in waiting for this novel while I scraped my health off the floor over the last four years. And while it’s perhaps not the exact thing I wanted to put out into the world, what Phangs was intended to be and what it has turned into over the last few years are entirely different things.

What started as a funny post on my blog, which was never meant to be anything more than something playful, has morphed into a fully formed microcosm. The plot and world building didn’t so much get away from me, as grow multiple extra arms and legs and sprint off the slab. And while that was happening, the character arcs were off doing their own thing. Becoming fully formed and nuanced behind my back. What should have been a trilogy now looks like it might be a five-part series. Possibly six.

The good news is that you’ll get book 2 much sooner than previously expected! The reason for this is that most of it is already written, I just need to take the time to restructure and edit things, as well as take a short hiatus to get my hands fixed up. Turns out typing over 4 million words in one year when you have Ehlers Danlos is really not good for your hands. (This is also why my inbox is still currently closed.)

But I still understand that many of you wanted this book purely for the Ot3 and that’s fine! The Ot3 still happens, it is set in stone. It’s just more of a slow burn than previously expected. And I get that’s not what some of you want or signed up for, which is why I’m letting you all know now.

So, if you’re disappointed and would like to cancel your Amazon pre-orders, I’m sorry to hear that, but I completely understand.

If you are a Patreon/Ko-Fi supporter, please know that you will receive the second book as part of your initial pledge. (This includes those of you who pledged for exclusive hardbacks, and some named characters who have been shuffled into book 2 to let them have more than a passing name drop.) I do not expect you to fork out more money for the story you have already paid for, some of you many multiple times over. Without you, none of this would be possible, and I still wouldn’t be here. Thank you for making this series possible and helping to keep me alive and paying for my medical bills.

Anyway, I am sorry for this wall of text. And I’m sorry if I’ve let any of you down with this news. The happy polyamorous paranormal triad is still coming. And you can take that last part however you like.

Also, for those asking, links to the Fluff and Fangs edition (without smut) will go up a few days after the launch of Flirting with Fangs (with smut) which launches on the 24th of November 2020. I’m not sure if Amazon will try to ding me for having two editions of the book up at once, so that’s the reason for the extra wait. Thank you for understanding, and for asking. Your continued interest in this kooky world I’ve created has kept me going, and I really hope it’ll be worth your wait. 

Thank you for understanding, and again, I'm sorry if this is disappointing news to anyone. I did my best, but sometimes our best still falls short of what we would like. -Joy

[snapeaddict]

I was fairly certain Remus did regret his actions though. He literally tells Harry that he often stood aside and watched it happen without saying anything, and that he wishes he had. In the Prisoner of Azkaban, whenever Snape gives a dig at Lupin or insult him and Harry tries to stand up for Lupin, he repeatedly excuses Snape's actions. Hell, even when Snape tries to reveal Lupin is a werewolf and eventually causes his loss of job, Lupin never hits back, or even tries to defend himself.

I’ll divide my answer into three parts. 

1 - Repentance vs Regret 

So, you are right. I do think Lupin regrets some of his past actions - but the thing is, it seems to make you think he understood the seriousness of his actions/has grown up/is now a better person. And I strongly believe it is not the case regarding the subject of bullying. 

“In repentance, there is a retrospection of the past mistake and a search for a better way so as to not commit the mistake if such a situation arises in the future. In repentance, there is a commitment towards change. Thus, repentance is an act that intends to make one a better person. If you are repenting, it means you are learning from your mistakes and willing to change to become a better person.”

This, does not apply to Remus. We know from the books he never understands and/or refuses to acknowledge what he and his friends did wasn’t justified or deserved; he doesn’t address it as bullying as I explain in this post. Lupin’s behaviour pattern is quite clear throughout the saga: he never or only partially acknowledges his faults and they are always someone else’s doing for the most part. 

“Regret is a feeling of remorse that is a negative emotion as it leads one to think continuously about his past action or behaviour and causes more shame, guilt, anger, disappointment etc.

On the other hand, repentance is a positive emotion as it makes one learn about his mistake, and he vows not to repeat it in the future.”

Lupin gives the image of a kind, understanding and mature person who knows how to put into question is own behaviour when necessary when he tells Harry and Sirius he knows he should have prevented them from tormenting Snape (Chapter 29 of OOTP). But then, as the conversation continues, if you closely analyses his thoughts - he keeps indulging into self-beating and talking about his own behaviour. He is completely self-centred and cares more about the image he gives than about the consequences of his actions and this clearly is the way he functions:

- He is willing to risk Harry’s life by not telling Dumbledore Sirius is an animagus rather than confess he betrayed his trust as a teenager: he cares more about what the headmaster thinks of him than about the consequences of his actions.

- He finds the time to acknowledge he should have behaved better - what a mature reaction - but never acknowledges Snape’s trauma or the seriousness of what was done to him. He thinks of it as a “rivalry”. 

- He puts a lot of effort into burnishing his and his friends’ image by justifying bullying with “rivalry”, “jealousy”, and agreeing with the fact “it was a mutual hate and those are things that happen” rather than admitting they behaved terribly.

So yes, Remus regrets his actions. But it is clear to me he firstly regrets them because it gives him a bad image in front of Harry and Dumbledore, and to himself; he never learns from his mistakes nor can make sure to not repeat them in the future, because he simply refuses to acknowledge them and put his energy into minimising them or making them, for the most part, Snape’s own fault. I find Remus to be a self-centred and cowardly person, and this behaviour goes along with it. 

However, I am not saying this makes him a bad man and understand this is directly linked to the fact he is a werewolf and giving a positive image of himself is nearly vital for him. But clearly, the fact he regrets his actions means nothing besides what I just explained, in my opinion, because Remus refuses to acknowledge what they did. He never repents and we must not mistake regrets for repentance. Remember that being critical of a character doesn’t make him less interesting or likable and has nothing to do with your personal liking of him. Snape isn’t a saint either, it’s actually interesting to have characters with layers. However, Remus was written kindly and “loved” by the books’ narrative and POV; Snape was not.

2 - He still behaves, in his thirties, like a bully

...which shows he does not repent or feel sorry for what was done to Snape and their other victims. I had the chance to discuss this with @ottogatto and she was very helpful and gave me a very interesting insight on Remus’ behaviour as we see it through Harry’s eyes in the books. 

As she explained, nearly every time the subject of Snape is brought up, Remus will subtlely put the fault on him. “He was jealous”, “Your father was more popular than he was and he hated it”, “He was jealous of James’ talent for Quidditch”, “Sirius and James were good at everything and everyone loved them, unlike Snape” are embedded quotes from HP5. Why was Snape furious against him at the end of HP3? “Because he wanted the Order of Merlin”; not because Remus had nearly killed him again as well as three students, just as he had done when Snape was younger. He keeps dismissing the consequences of his actions and justifies (to both Harry and the readers), the abuse Snape went through at the hands of the Marauders. He uses a florilegium of excuses commonly used by bullies that are both very vicious and even pervert in their aims (pervert = lead someone away from what is considered acceptable. Distort or corrupt the original meaning or state of things. Exactly what he does repeatedly). This is still the behaviour of an abuser. If @ottogatto finds the post she made about it, you may like to read it as well. Remus refuses to acknowledge Snape is right to act in the way he does regarding the bullying he went through and thus deepens the hate that already exists between Harry and Snape.

From the (wonderful) @ottogatto: You see, when you tell people how your target is jealous of you, it demonizes them in a shameful way. It tells how they are a pathetic person attacking you wrongfully, oh poor innocent human that did nothing wrong. Jealousy, after all, is a fault that remains completely on the jealous one. It gives your listeners the image that your prey is a mistrustful person while putting you in the position of someone who can be envied -- supposedly for your goodness. Because that prey is framed as mistrustful and ill-intentioned, it allows people to doubt whatever accusation your target might have: either "they're lying", or "exaggerating", or "making things up". Only those who are versed in the mechanisms of bullying -- the easy or the hard way -- will spot the problem. Otherwise, people will find a pretext, a rightful excuse, or an innocent, well-intentioned goal, to keep your prey alone, weak, and "punished".

3 - It is absolutely normal Lupin doesn’t defend himself or hits back when Snape reveals he is a werewolf

...because he is in the wrong. Snape doesn’t even cause his loss of job and you may want to reread the books while not taking Harry’s perspective for the unbiased truth. Dumbledore is obviously the one who asks Remus to resign. Remus just nearly killed three students and a professor, and roamed freely onto both Hogwarts grounds and Hogsmeade as a werewolf, risking many deaths and infections because he forgot the potion Snape had been brewing for him (he depended on Snape, another reason not to fight with him). Dumbledore just learns it isn’t the first time he betrayed his trust and he did the same for two years as a teenager, risking Hogwarts’s closure and reputation and his position as headmaster, breaking the promise he made to him when he was accepted as school. The worst thing is, it is Sirius who tells Dumbledore. Not Remus. Remus clearly demonstrates he is dangerous in spite of himself - Dumbledore learns as well he hid a very important information from him (Sirius being an animagus) during the year, supposedly risking Harry’s life. Dumbledore doesn’t apologize for Snape’s behaviour when he tells him goodbye and it is reasonable to suppose it is because he is fine with Lupin’s identity not being a secret anymore. 

I understand Snape’s decision (and certainly Dumbledore’s as well, as read in Snape: A Definitive Reading and various clever posts on Tumblr) may seem cruel and negatively impacted Remus in a society full of prejudices; but I understand Snape’s decision as well. Lupin was a walking danger and had proved it countless of times, nearly killing him: I’ll always argue his decision wasn’t a bad one but you may disagree. I’m sorry for Lupin and what happened to him- but I also am lucid and acknowledge the fact he continuously risked people’s lives and was a danger to society at this point (because said society didn’t help him in any way, don’t get me wrong). But to come back to your main point, Lupin was the only one who caused his loss of job, and he had no legitimacy to call out Snape for revealing his true nature to the public, because clearly only this knowledge would prevent him from doing harm in the future. It’s a complicated situation that goes deeper than Remus and Snape’s relationship. 

Lupin could also be deemed as dangerous on another level: he spreads around pro bullying rhetorics and makes it look okay if it was "deserved". He makes bullying less serious if the victim isn't likable. He makes bullying less serious because he is likable. And this is very wrong both in and outside the books.

[rakimaiirisa]

Writing practice.

Asbjorn sighed and eyed the tiny grey cat that gazed back at him, eyes slightly narrowed in annoyance. " You really want me to, huh?" He asked. The cat nodded and settled into resting position, a position he called the breadloaf because she looked like one. He grinned as the cat shot him a death stare. She had heard that then. Well, linking minds didnt come with its drawbacks. Not that he gave a shit, truth be told.

Settling back in her chair, he picked up the electronic tablet and read the instructions listed. Listen to the audio on the tablet and answer honestly. Simple enough. Nodding, he pressed the audio button and listened and then frowned. He stared at his hands for bit, taking a deep breath now and then to settle the swirl of emotions that engulfed him suddenly. Of all the questions...

"Why?!" He demanded and the cat cocked its head slightly, green eyes alert. A silvery voice echoed in his thoughts, "it is necessary to look at your past so you can establish your future."

For a moment, he considered leaving. His creator she might be, but his past was his own, wasnt it? He gave a hollow laugh as he realized his mistake. Even that wasn't his either. Fuck it. He didnt want to. He had better things to do then this. As he stood to leave, the silvery voice spoke again.

"While I may have created you, the story is your own. It is driven by you, the muse. I am only an observer in your life. I take no credit in your past or future. My only purpose here to write it down, to give it life in whatever way I can. My question was not meant to hurt you. I only want to understand it."

He paused, considering the grey cat as it gazed back at him. The green eyes that had shone so vibrantly earlier were muted and dulled now. As they stared at each other, she issued a soft meow at him. He hesitated and then reached out, gently scratching under her ears, listening to her purr under his touch. He continued for a moment, then sighed and sank back in his chair, aware of her eyes on him. The silence felt endless as he debated with his emotions but in the end he nodded, swallowing the hard lump in his throat as he did.

"Very well. But this is the only time."

He picked up the tablet, pressing the audio as he did so and the emotionless voice asked again the question that brought up a piece of his past that he didn't want to remember.

"What happened on the day you parents passed?"

He took a deep breath and began.

"Its's my fault my parents are dead." He said,feeling the sharp familiar stab of shame and anguish pierce him once again. " I wanted to go hunt that day but my Da said no . That the day didnt feel right. But I didnt care, I thought he was just wanted me home to do extra chores around the camp. He said he would take me hunting on another day but I was angry and impatient. I waited til he left to speak to Thorigg and then I stuck out."

He paused again and rubbed his face, struggling to keep his tone from cracking. In his minds eye, he could see his father stern face soften slightly at his teenage sons impatience, watched his hand as he grasped his sons shoulder as he uttered his familar mantra of "Young pups who see the prey before the pack dont survive long." A warning he wished he had listened to.

He shook his head, banishing the scene and continued, struggling to keep his tone even. " I headed towards a spot I always found prey at. But as I got closer, i noticed there was something different. The sounds of wildlife that were normally present were quiet. I figured that maybe I had scared them with my presence so I decided to go hunt somewhere else. Then the smell of bear hit me."

He paused and took a moment to collect himself. " I didn't have a chance. Before I could run, one of the werebears picked me up my my neck and then threw me against a tree. I tried to get up but before I could, another one jumped on me and I nearly passed out from the weight of the bastard as he held me down. I heard them say that my pelt would be a fine addition to the other werewolves they collected. Suddenly I smelled a familiar scent and then my father burst out from the nearby brush, my mother close behind him."

Once again, he saw the scene so vividly. His father, huge in his werewolf form, roaring a challenge to his sons attackers as he rushed to his aid while his mother issued her own, her silver great sword lashing out, piercing the nearest beast's hide and causing it to snarl in rage as it back ed away. His tone cracked as he continued.

"My father knocked the one that held me off and tore its throat out. But that victory didnt last long as 2 more swarmed him. He managed to break free for a moment and the last I saw of him, he had them at bay, with them circling him before my mother dragged me away."

He looked down his hands again, clenching them so hard it hurt. " We ran for abit,but then we heard yelps of pain that cut abruptly. My mother wanted to go back, I could tell, but instead she pushed us on, towards home. But we didnt make it too far before the smell of bear was upon us and then we saw him. I didnt have a chance to dodge before it lashed out with its paw, its claws tearing at my face and sending me flying. I lay there crying, unable to see and then I heard my mother scream out to me " Run Asbjorn! RUN!! As I got up, I heard the cracking of bone and the hiss of pain as she shifted become a snarl. I heard her roar and werebear answer her and then the sound of them fighting with each other. "

He smiled bitterly. "I ran as my mother asked. I couldn't see where I was going so I tripped and fell over everything. I ran as far as I could before the pain in my face became too much and I passed out. The next thing I knew I was in Ravenrock, in the care of a dunmer healer, Aphia Velothi. A local hunter had found me and had brought me to her. I stayed under her care for over a month. She managed to save my eyesight and could've removed the scars as well. But I refused to let her. They are a reminder of what my stupidity cost me. "

He looked up at the cat with reddened eyes. "There, are you satisfied? Did that help build the story for you? Do you need to know how much I hate myself because I'm the reason they're dead?!"

The cat stood and stared at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable and then in one fluid motion leapt, landing lightly in his lap. As he reached to fling her off, she wrapped her small paws around his neck and began to purr.

"Dont blame yourself. You were just a child, Asbjorn."

The hand he had placed on her stilled then trembled. With a shaky hand, he began to pet her, unaware of the hot tears that splashed into her fur as he struggled to contain memories that threatened to overwhelm him.

[pnat-theories]

On The Witch and Mayview Middle

Okay. So there’s been a lot of talk about the Vice Principal being the witch. A lot. And…I believe that, too! Sort of. @paranaturalpop ’s theory, along with talking with a friend, provided another idea.

Part One: The Witch.

Davy confirmed that there’s someone called The Witch. Apparently, she needs to be stopped from “Getting her legs” on Hijack’s power.

Later, Zarei’s reaction to the Vice Principal proves that she’s *someone* important, and definitely dangerous.

Even Patchworm looks concerned, and Zarei looks outright scared. The VP’s also linked with a fair amount of witch and spider imagery both through Patchworm’s descriptions, her words, and her…interesting way of restraining students.  She’s even called a witch outright, and what can be more blatant than that?

(And…Shouldn’t that be illegal? But then, I’m not sure who’s running Mayview at this point…)

But something Davy said is…strange, I think. Specifically….

This implies that the Witch can already steal bodies, but that it’s more difficult than Hijack’s method. Seeing as this Witch is apparently so dangerous that Davy is worried about her, it feels likely that she’s used this power before. This opens up so many possibilities.

Seeing as Mina has (according to her) fought the Vice Principal and beat her, not to mention all the witch references, it’s fair to assume that she’s the Witch - or at least, that she was. It’s never stated that Mina actually killed the Vice Principal in the past, so it’s entirely possible that after being defeated, the Witch took over the body of someone else in order to hide. Personally? I think it’s Principal Pleezdoo.

First, there’s her reaction to the VP saying “Witch Hunt” and this conversation:

Isabel was talking about Hijack, but I’d argue that it’d make even more sense if the Principal was the Witch. Plus, we never properly see Pleezdoo’s expression, so we don’t know how she took the information.

Plus, witches are associated with children. If the Witch was defeated and needed to take over someone’s body, it makes sense that she’d go for someone who’s literally *surrounded* by them. Out of all the staff we’ve seen, Pleezdoo is also the most…pliable, for lack of a better word. All her appearances have her being cowed by the Vice Principal, and we can assume this isn’t a new occurrence. Meanwhile, in the staff, we have Spender (a powerful Spectral who used to be friends with Mina and is touted to have fought Gods), Mr Garcia (some kind of werewofl hunter/possible werewolf who used to be associated with the Cousinhood), Mr Starchman, Ms Baxter, and Coach Oop…that we’ve seen. While none of them are 100% confirmed to have supernatural ties (although there’s reason to suspect all of them; Ms Baxter might be a Death Cultist, Coach Oop has the glowing blue eyes, and Mr Starchman is….himself), none of them are as easy to push around (and presumably take over) as Principal Pleezdoo.

As for why the VP is still around? It’s morbid, but…I think the VP is the Witch's previous body, and that she’s puppeteering it…for lack of a better term. The goal? To get suspicion off of her. The VP is so obviously shady and Witch-like that the Principal looks positively *saintly* in comparison - and while some students seem to brush it off as normal Mayview wackiness, it probably sticks out to anyone who’s on the look out for a potential witch.

Part Two - Mayview Middle:

Okay, so I’d *never* want to go to Mayview no matter how much I love the webcomic. Why? *Because their Middle School is filled with ghosts.* Spirits are one thing since they never truly ‘died,’ but ghosts? The school is so packed with them that Max mistakes a hall full of them to be filled with schoolchildren.

That’s…scary in any situation, but these are middle schoolers! PJ also said that if someone dies gruesomely, they’re more likely to stay for a long time or else they’ll fade away, so…sorry, PJ.

So that begs the question: Why is the middle school so filled with ghosts? Spirits, too. Well, I doubt all of them died in Mayview Middle - although it might be possible, given how chaotic everyone’s lives are - , but my friend and I think it’s because they can’t leave. At least, lower level spirits/ghosts can’t.

When in danger of being eaten, this ghost asks Isabel to help him, and when she asks him to defend himself for a bit, he says he can’t because he produces butterflies. Fine. That’s fair. But if he can’t defend himself, why stay in the same building as a creature he knows will eat him on sight?* Ghosts can fly and zip through walls. There’s no discernible reason for him to stay…unless he can’t.

Trapping a spirit can only be done with supernatural power, *but* there’s someone who could theoretically do just that:

If the school is a spider’s web like Patchworm says (and I have no reason to doubt them as of now), there has to be a reason for it.  Spiders construct webs to trap flies or other small, flying prey. The VP uses webbing-like string to restrain people, and less powerful ghosts would certainly constitute as “small” and “flying.”

Spirits like Forge, King C and Scrapdragon all get a free pass because they’re attached to a spectral. Presumably, being attached to a tool or medium means that you can escape if either the tool or spectral leave the premises.

The only exception I can find to this rule is PJ, who enters the school and manages to leave….but only because he’s literally dragged out by Lefty.

There are two potential explanations for this:

- The Activity Club’s “webbing” has been damaged by the Club’s shenanigans/general presence/ - PJ couldn’t escape on his own, but Lefty could. Lefty is a poltergeist, so even if he’s just a hand, he’s more powerful than most spirits. Even outside of that, he doesn’t seem like a normal ghost, since…he’s a ghost of a disembodied hand, not a full person. It could be that Lefty just isn’t the type of prey the VP’s looking for.

It’s also worth noting that Lefty is PJ’s guardian, and he sure did seem in a rush when getting PJ out of the school. If the school is a literal trap for spirits, his actions would make perfect sense here, since he’d be protecting PJ from getting trapped with a bunch of other spirits (some of whom eat other spirits) and a witch.

And that’s about it, I think! Thanks for reading! <3

[nelllraiser]

chains and grace | adam & nell

TIMING: october 30th, the full moon, just before sunset. LOCATION: the trees near dark score lake. PARTIES: @walker-journal & @nelllraiser​ SUMMARY: adam and nell prepare themselves for their first full moon as werewolves.  CONTENTS: medical blood (sacrificial fingerstick prick)

Fallen leaves rustled under Adam’s feet, forming a carpet of brilliant oranges and yellows while subtler strings of red and browning rot. The waning afternoon sun forged the forest canopy in halcyon golds. The shadows of the sun-silhouetted branches played across Adam’s face as he affixed more chains to the trunk of the stoutest tree he could find. Adam had no idea how strong he’d be on the first transformation, but he wasn’t taking any chances. 

Kaden may’ve not wanted to kill him, but Adam had more than a few former coworkers with aim that’d put an army Ranger sniper to shame and fewer qualms about pulling the trigger. Thus a remote location and strong bonds were preferable here. 

Adam ‘I love fine ass and incendiary rounds’ Walker realized that there might just be a certain ironic justice in him worrying about trigger happy paramilitary. 

“How’s yours going,” Adam asked his dance partner for this lunar stakeout.

 If Nell hadn’t been treating this evening as a sort of funeral for life as she knew it, the autumnal palette of the trees paired with the steadily setting sun and the company of Adam would have made for a wholly enjoyable setting. As it were, the somber feelings she’d been trying to avoid ever since being bitten by the werewolf were quickly encroaching, refusing to be shoved away in these last moments, effectively ruining any hope for a happy or peaceful outing. 

“I’m going for a nice cat’s cradle look,” Nell answered, still managing to refuse the dread in her stomach access to her sense of sarcasm, even if the joke fell flatter than it normally would have. “I thought it’d be a nice last ‘screw you’ to the wolf part of the situation.” The chains alone were enough to cause her anxiety to prickle uncomfortably, not exactly a fan of imprisonment ever since she’d been trapped beneath the Ring. “What about you?” She looked to Adam as she reversed the question, posing it both as an attempt to get a read on his tree to chain ratio, as well as how he might be handling the situation as a whole.

“Kind of just going for restraint over style here,” Adam noted as he strained his way through some of the last preparations, the muscles of his neck and upper arms wiry the fallen Hunter leveraged one foot against the tree he was trying to bind chains around. “Y’know”, Adam posited, leaning back far enough to look at Nell upside-down he continued to heave at the chain into place around a huge super maple while pushing against the bark with a leg. “I’d hoped when we were going to start tying each other up it’d be…”

This particular train of thought was interrupted by a rasping click as the last chain link slid past the main knot into tautness. Adam stumbled backward, taking off guard by the unexpected success and tripping over a root. 

“Guess what I mean is,” Adam amended, changing his tone and just decided to own the mishap by sitting up with his back against the chained tree. “We still don’t have to do this together if you don't want to,” he prevaricated carefully. “When we first change we’ll have no control, and I honestly dunno if like...we might end up hurting each other with the chains? I dunno.” 

The truth of why he thought Nell might not want him here on the night she lost her magic had little to do with safety, but Adam wanted to give her an easier out here if she wanted it. 

In the end Nell would most likely be banking on the power of her magic when it came to the hardness of her chains. Physical knot tying wasn’t a practical skill she’d been taught when the same end could be achieved with a simple spell. Still- she sat back on her heels to take a look at her handiwork, head tilting to the side to gain a new perspective that didn’t actually provide any other insights. Sparing Adam a flicker of amusement both at his words and momentary fumble, she dusted her hands on the sides of her pants restless now that she didn’t have the chains to preoccupy them. “Never say never. Maybe it could be a treat for making it through the first full moon.”

Maybe Nell had misjudged where that sentiment was going, though. Was Adam having second thoughts? “Why wouldn’t I want to? Do you not want to? Do this together, I mean.” Nell generally gravitated towards having what she perceived as moments of weakness by her lonesome, preferring not to have audiences for the times she felt most vulnerable. But in a break from tradition— she’d been grateful to not have to do this alone. There was nothing more she could do for the chains, and she let her own back slide down the trunk of her tree before settling onto the ground. “I thought werewolves don’t usually go after each other.” Or was there a different reason he might want to change their plan, and go his own way.

Adam sat on leaves at the foot of his chained tree, glancing up at the boughs swaying above him in the canopy overhead before looking back to Penelope. He drew a knee up and laid an arm across it, flexing his fingers and ignoring the whisper of imagination that visualized claws tearing their way out of them. 

“I’m down to do this together,” he assured carefully, pushing images of shredding skin and distending ribs out of his brain. “I just...I dunno.” 

“Feel you are losing a lot more than me here,” the fallen Hunter pointed out softly, “thought you might want me not being here when… y’know.” 

“Oh-” was Nell’s unintentional filibuster of a reply, unsure if she wanted to open the floodgates concerning that particular can of worms. For the most part she’d been avoiding it, preoccupying herself with learning as much as she could get her hands on when it came to Bloody Mary, the mysterious sands, and Adam’s own disappearing abilities. The looming loss of her powers left her feeling as if there were a black hole deep within her stomach, and if the witch so much as stood still for a single moment to spare it a thought— it would pull her in, dragging her under like a similar hole had threatened to do when Bea had been killed. “I just...you know when Bea died?” she began, not entirely certain how to express herself. “And sometime afterwards you let me come over- and it was nice. I don’t know-” she backtracked self-consciously. After all, sharing emotions in person was not one of her stronger suits. “I guess maybe I thought it’d be nice again or something- if you were here.” As for what there was to lose... “Do I? I mean I know your abilities are gone right now, but I’m sure whatever strength and senses that come from being a werewolf won’t be the same as what you had, right? And- well- I can’t imagine it’s all that comforting to become something you were trained to kill.” Dark brown eyes that appeared nearly black in the fading light of the setting sun rose to find Adam’s while she finished.

Adam nodded as Nell alluded to when he’d broke down and they were together. While some fraternity mates had given him knowing nod the morning after the truth was….more vulnerable than that. Adam’d played along with lascivious implication because it was easier to let play it off as just another fuck-romp then admit he’d been falling to pieces. “I’m glad you’re here Nell,” he said with steady directness. “No matter what happens.” 

“I’m more ...worried that I am trained to kill and I kinna get lost in it,” Adam admitted. He was past the point of pretending that he wasn’t an adrenaline junkie who got a rush when his family had warned he should only feel dutiful dispassion when dispatching the enemies of mankind. “Part of me can’t get enough and it made me good at what I do for all the wrong reasons,” confessed one who might’ve become a very different man if he hadn’t been born into a Hunter family that stressed moral utilitarianism and military discipline rather than bloodsport. “I tried not to let that control me but uh…”

“Guess what I’m trying to say is that if I’m this fucked up as a human,” Adam tried again, “what is wolf-me going to be like?”

“I’m glad you’re here, too,” Nell answered with her own unwavering certainty, a gentler smile granting itself to Adam. It was softer- calmer than her usual confident grins and smirks, though just as sincere. “Whatever happens I’m glad we can do it together.”

The mention of her magic had reminded Nell of the flower seeds she’d brought along with her, hoping to create one last thing with her gifts before she had to say goodbye to them. Not yet retrieving them from her pocket, she began to draw a circle in the dirt between their two trees, a single finger paving the way of runes and sigils as it trailed along the forest floor. 

Her spellwork paused as she listened, looking up with a slight frown as he shared. “I don’t think you’re fucked up,” she said reflexively, never enjoying those she cared about speaking of themselves in such a way. “I think we’re just...doing the best with what we’ve got, you know?” But she knew it went beyond that. There was no denying that werewolves had a natural bloodthirst about them the closer it was to the full moon, and it made sense that Adam might dread what result that would garner when paired with a desire that was already present. “Well that’s why we’ve got each other, right?” she asked, referring to the unofficial pact they’d made to check on one another when it came to questionable deeds. “To make sure...we’re still the people we want to be. I won’t let it happen-” Her voice was strong, Nell’s sheer determination peeking through. “If getting lost to that isn’t what you want- if it seems like you’re getting close...we can figure out how to pull you back. And I think at the end of the day the fact that you don’t want to become that says more about you than liking the rush of a kill says. Intentions are more powerful than people give them credit for,” she ended, somewhat aware that her words bordered on lines of witch-hippy speak, but also knowing it to be true after a lifetime of powering her magic with just that.

“Thanks Nell,” Adam managed with a thick swallow, wanting to echo her sentiment but feeling guilt for being the impetitus of this whole situation. Seeing Penelope perform this last swan song of a spell just hit it home that he’d fucked up the life of yet another of his friends. 

Ma’al had suggested another way right? Service to Hell for being a Hunter again? 

But ..Nell was losing her powers for the sake of saving his life. If Adam was really considering taking on the mark and swearing himself to the Hells, shouldn’t it be to restore her powers, not his?

“Nell uh.” Adam swallowed, feeling the horrible tension of this last option in his chest as the sky gained streaks of livid violents and yellows in the countdown till sundown. 

“If I could make a deal to save your powers...even if it might mean doing something morally uh, not so great.” That admittedly was probably an understatement given what Ma’al true form actually was, but Adam didn’t want to foist that on Nell’s conscience. “Would you take it?”

He felt real shitty dropping this on Penelope as they were trying to resign themselves to their fate. But if he could offer her a chance to keep this part of herself...wasn’t even becoming Ma’al’s new pet wolf worth it? 

“I’ll do it if you need me too,” Adam assured, suddenly thankful for the tree’s unyielding support against his back. 

Nell’s face had been turned towards the sun as it continued to sink lower, half-convinced she could see every single millimeter disappear behind the horizon as it went. It felt as if it were some great celestial clock counting down the minutes she had left with her magic, and the moments left until she’d lose a piece of herself that was as much as part of her as an arm or leg. Then as Adam called her attention back, she sat back on her heels next to her tiny circle, satisfied with the work she’d done. “A deal?” she echoed first, not entirely certain what he’d meant by it. Her reflexive gut reaction was a quick reply of “Don’t do that.”

The little indent between her eyes furrowed as Nell tried to truly process what it was Adam was offering, and potentially at the expense of himself. “Listen-” she began carefully, hoping she’d somehow manage to find the right words. “When I came to help you- Sure- I didn’t know that it’d result in losing my magic. But well- the thing is-” She paused on the precipice of her words, still not quite used to bearing herself openly though she was getting used to it with Adam. “I’d still do it knowing what I know now.” Though her magic was the biggest price she could think to pay, there was one thing that she knew would demand an even larger toll, and it was losing someone she cared for as much as she did for the hunter before her. “And if it’s morally questionable- and I just got done telling you I’d help keep you from that…I wanna keep that promise to you.” There was a pause before she continued on. “I don’t know what I am without my magic,” she admitted with a hitch in her voice, “but I know it’s not a person that wants to have a hand in something that might hurt you.” This time she leaned forward to place a tentative hand on top of Adam’s. “But thank you.” She wasn’t sure how else to show that the gravity of his offer hadn’t been lost on her.

She glanced back at her circle, finally taking the daffodil seeds from her pocket. “Do you wanna help me?” she asked with a nod towards the magic runes, deciding that if they were going to have this transformation together- why shouldn’t they do this together as well? 

Adam wasn’t going to force anything on another person, but Nell’s decision still made his teeth grit down. Guilt and the trainwreck he’d brought his friends’ lives seemed to line his gut with lead. 

Morgan had told Adam something about what it was like to wield magic and lose it. Adam couldn’t really relate to be able to feel the universe coursing through him, that meld his pure intent with quantum fields, or beckon beings across universes through sheer desire. In truth, Adam was a pretty physical guy who was content with the simpler animal pleasures of life. 

Sure, he knew a lot more about other dimensions and otherworldly beings than people might expect from his test scores, but Adam's soldiering upbringing had viewed the multiverse as a dark and pitiless infinity full of eldritch predators and malevolent alien gods. 

Not exactly something you want to “embrace.” 

He wanted to be there for Nell, to be a pillar for her while she went through this loss like Morgan's girlfriend had been. But Adam worried that he couldn’t relate enough to how Penelope experienced the world to be who she needed him to be. When Nell had said earlier that intentions were powerful, the cold utilitarianism of ‘threats’, ‘tactical priorities’, and ‘strategic objectives’ that Adam was brought up in almost led him to say something dismissive before he stopped himself. 

It was that impulse Adam feared. Ideological baggage doesn’t just disappear. That bullshit stays with you, lodged deep in your brain stem somewhere, jumping out whenever you were scared or uncomfortable. Like when you were about to literally split out of your own skin and become something hunted by your own people. 

As just a random example. 

Adam got up and dusted off the leaves from his jeans and walked over to Nell. He took a knee by the arcane diagram. “So uh...we need to chant ominously in Latin or…?” 

Despite the heaviness of the air surrounding them, Nell cracked the beginnings of a smile while Adam posed his question, reminded of the time they’d worked on the demon amulet in her greenhouse. “I think I can carry the chanting part and make it just ominous enough.” Tearing open the seed packet with her teeth to sprinkle them over the center of the circle, she felt her the ache of her loss rise to meet her as she reached for her magic for the last time that mattered. “Remember when I said emotions can make magic stronger? Like the wolpertingers at my birthday party?” she asked. “They help fuel it and make it more powerful if you focus on them. And then it’s almost like you can just pour them into the spell. Just letting them leave you to create something new that isn’t exactly them.” Nell couldn’t help but feel that no amount of the dread and premature mourning for her abilities she put into the spell would be enough to chip away at them, but at least she could use them to form something that would live past that loss. “It’s like free magical therapy,” she tried to joke, though her hands wavered as she passed them over the seeds. “So if you just focus on what you’re feeling, and let them go into the spell- you’ll be helping too.” 

Nell reached forwards to lightly clasp Adam’s wrists in her hands, trying to guide his palms to the center of the circle where the seeds lay before resting them atop the soil. Pulling a hidden fingerstick out of a bobby pin from her hair that was kept for situations such as these, she looked at it for a moment too long— realizing there’d be no need for it after tonight. How many more things like this would she find after her magic was gone? Like little knives hiding around her life to slip between her ribs when she least expected it. Shaking the thought away she pricked the tip of Adam’s finger, letting the droplets of blood wet the dirt. Then she did the same to herself before covering the hunter’s hands with her own, the Latin falling from her as the blood mixed. She let every emotion she’d been forcing down for the past month painfully bubble up inside her until it felt like she might burst before letting it spill over into the magic. Slowly but surely, green shoots began to sprout through the cracks of their fingers, the stalks reaching towards the setting sun as new life was born, already desperate to survive. Nell could have gone further- taken the plants to completion and let them bloom. Instead she let the magic end after the daffodils had grown a few inches above the ground, wanting them to find their own way in a new world just as Nell and Adam would have to do in the coming days. 

“Well- that’s it, I guess,” Nell said shakily. It was over. “Chain time now?” she asked as casually as she could, tilting her head back towards their respective trees.

Adam looked up at a sky the color of blue slate, crisscrossed by the lines of cirrus clouds that’d had been lit up in a conflagration of deep carmine by the setting sun. The branches of the forest’s canopy stretched across the sky panoramy like arms through up against the crepular glare, the autumnal reds and oranges of their leaves transmuted into titian gold by the last sunlight passing through them. 

But shadows deepened in this last fading flare, lengthening from the trunks of trees, gnarled masses of roots, and undersides of the softly swaying branches. The leafy carpet of the forest floor darkened until the conjured daffodils seemed defiant against the gloom in their lush newborn yellow, basking in the last dappled rays. 

Adam glanced from the blood lingering on his finger to the daffodils that’d blossomed in the span of seconds. It occurred to him that...in a way...these flowers had come from him and Nell, there was a tiny part of him in those stems and blooms. “Woah Nell, like...that's amazing,” he breathed, not sure why this small last act of fertility should get so much more of a reaction then the crazier stuff he’d seen Nell do on the battlefield. 

Maybe this was part of what Morgan had meant about the universe becoming a part of you?

A cold dismissive part of Adam reminded himself that he wasn’t thoughtful or smart and he shouldn’t be doing galaxy-brain bullshit about some fucking flowers. It was the same remorseless inner voice that’d always reminded Adam that orders were orders, he needed to focus on the mission not the distractions. 

The boyish sense of wonder snapped off like a light switch. Even in his last minutes of humanity, the bone-deep conditioning still put blinders on Adam’s selfhood. 

“Yeah we need to get ready,” Adam rose to his feet again. He hesitated a moment, wondering if he should hug Nell, say something that he more felt for her then knew. 

Adam’s lips parted as he searched for words for a moment, but they closed as he swallowed down his own sense of guilt and failures as a man. He’d tried to meet Nell’s eyes, but quickly averted his own gaze and started busying himself with the chains, affixing heavy iron locks to his wrists. 

Nell mirrored his hesitation after they’d stood, knowing she wanted something in that moment— but uncertain how to act on it. But tonight they didn’t have time to find the words or motions, seemingly already a prisoner to the rising moon and setting sun despite the shift having not yet happened. The last grain of sand had fallen through their hourglass, and now they had to face the inevitable. This wasn’t the end— not really. But no matter how many times Nell tried to tell herself such, she couldn’t get the words to stick. Things were changing after tonight whether she liked it or not, doors closing and opening. Some were clear cut and well-defined like the loss of her magic, others were shrouded in darkness, unable to be found in the gloom of uncertainty that was where they went from here. The rooms the doors were closing on were the ends of many a thing she wasn’t wanting to relinquish, and even if she lived to see the sunrise it wouldn’t be what it was before.

At least Nell wouldn’t have to do it alone. This was the only good she could think of that was coming of tonight as she glanced over to Adam once more, still trying to find what it was she wanted to say. Instead she focused on shackling herself, locking the cold metal around her wrists in a way that was little too reminiscent of her prisoner days in the Ring. Ignoring the shiver that went down her spine, she decided this was her last chance to say something and did her best. “This is gonna sound shitty- and I don’t mean it like that but...if I was gonna get bit I’m glad it’s with you.” It wasn’t perfect, but it’d have to do. 

The last ray of light blinked out of existence in those last moments, and Nell waited- not knowing in the least how to prepare for what was coming, going forth into the darkness with the realization that at least she had one, tiny lantern in the form of the guy who’d stumbled into the Ring looking for a demon amulet all those months ago. She didn’t know how they’d gotten here, but even now she wouldn’t change it, somehow grateful in these last moments for it. Nell waited until the pinks and purples of the sky stopped reflecting against the new glass of the lake, waited for what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than mere seconds. Waited until she heard the first cricket begin its song, and there wasn’t a scrap of light left in the sky. But there was nothing. Her hands were still her hands, her feet still encased in the sneakers she’d worn, and her magic…

Nell reached for it once again, a half-laugh, half-cry of relief breaking from her lips as she realized that one in a million had come to fruition. The full moon had come, and she was still here, human and magic and everything she’d been before. Instantly she tried to crane her head towards Adam’s direction, struggling to get far enough away from the tree to see him clearly in the new darkness. “Adam?” she asked carefully, unsure whether she’d get words or a wolfish snarl in response. She repeated his name more insistently. “Adam? Are you there?”

Adam felt the moon in his blood. The air felt heavy around him, as the tidal pull of the moon was ripping at his body. Energic pressure seemed to press down on Adam. His heartbeat hammered in his temples. 

Nell said something to him. Where was he?

Red tinged thoughts flooded into Adam’s head, a visceral longing that quickened his breath and brought up goosebumps of frisson along his skin. 

He needed to snap Nell’s neck, to hold her close as she went still and cold. 

It’d make him strong again. Whole again. 

The Hunter’s Moon whispered in Adam’s veins like wine seeping deep into his bloodstream. 

But Adam looked down at his hands and saw only human fingers. 

The fuck? Why’d he feel this way...the moon...what was going on?

“Yeah I’m here.”

Nell muttered a spell to unlock the metal around her wrists, a wave of relief once tumbling through her as Adam voiced his confirmation. “You’re okay? You’re human?” she asked again, as if she could hardly believe it. And why should she? Kaden had said their odds were one in a million and here they were— apparently two in one million. “You’re sure?” Another breathless laugh found her as she marveled at their luck. “We fucking did it,” she said before stepping forwards to unlock Adam’s own shackles, even though they’d had no hand in deciding their fates when it came to turning into werewovles or not. Gone was the hesitation she’d felt before they’d locked themselves to the tree, rushing forwards to throw herself into Adam for a hug as elation made quick work of any previous uncertainties.

Adam looked at the places on his wrist that Nell had unlocked the shackles from. There were no signs of struggle. He hadn’t just wolfed and out blacked out. His clothes weren’t shredded and Nell was elated. 

What happened? Had his mutation differentiated into those of a Beast Hunter after that encounter with the wolves, granting him immunity? But if that was the case how had Nell not contracted it? 

Adam took Nell into his arms, just content with the reassuring presence of it as his brain still tried to go through the stages of shock, acceptance, and relief. He tried to banish that ingrained Hunter paranoia and just enjoy being alive and human with Nell. “Yeah, we made it,” Adam affirmed back to her in a murmur as he held Penelope close. 

The moon burned like molten silver in the sky, seeming to briefly ripple into deep crimson in Adam’s vision like a heat mirage. He could feel Nell’s heartbeat against his chest. Even as he craved Nell’s touch to reassure him that this was real, that they were really going to make it, a small savage thought slithered into Adam’s mind. 

What would it be like to feel that heartbeat stop?

Somehow Adam knew...without knowing how...that it’d make him strong, vital, ecstatically alive.

He pushed the thought away, hoping it was just some lingering trace of lycanthropy in his bloodstream reacting to the full moon.

Yeah, must be. 

His embrace tightened around Penelope, content to just hold her close and just ...be..for a little while, enjoying this unexpected act of mercy from the universe.

[sereisstuff]

Haunted houses

Werewolf! Jungkook x Chubby reader

summary - Haunted houses are one of Jungkook’s weaknesses, and also the threat of a mate too, both in one night could be thrilling.

Request -  I don't know if you're still accepting requests but can I request a Spiderman! Jungkook x chubby reader or a werewolf member of your choice x reader? I really love your writing you're probably my favorite writer on tumblr 💜

Jungkook leaned more into your touch, nuzzling his head in your neck to cower in fear, amidst his fear inhabited outburst you gained the annoyance to roll your eyes towards your boyfriend a bit of you understanding his fear but the other half remembering all the smack talk he voiced towards his pack, being the alpha he was by nature dominant.

But according to you, his status was a mask hiding away the nervous little boy claming into your arm with what looked like tears pooling in his eyes “I’m not crying” he mumbled trying to stand tall, recoiling back to your arm when you both heard a heart-wrenching scream.

“Stop reading my mind” you complained, adjusting to his uncomfortable position, by all means, Jungkook was the dominant one but at desperate times like these he always resided to his luna “I can’t help it your my mate, It’s impossible for me not too” he replied equally annoyed, frantically looking around for any signs of haunted figures.

“It’s a haunted house kookie, we’re in an amusement park, you’ll be fine” you reassured him, patting the fluff of his polished brown hair, his hues changed into a bright hazel signifying his annoyance, announcing his status as if it would work on you “what?? Your the one stuck to me like glue” this time he let your arm go, his ego raising equally as high as his pride.

“Fine since my love is no longer good enough for you, I’ll do it by myself” he dramatically claimed, flaunting the sway of his hips as he marched in front of you, fighting in a building like this was bound to come especially when you warned him about it, knowing the last time it didn’t go too well.

“Kookie” you called watching him fold his arms, calmly making your way through the haunted home shivering around every corner expecting some type of scary obscene figure to scream at you both, but you could understand a few of his points of being so fearful, asserting his dominance was all new, he wasn’t trained to be alpha nor was he meant to be, but his brother stepped down leaving him no choice.

“Fine I won’t get annoyed at you anymore” you lied, it was annoying but you secretly enjoyed having him nuzzled into your neck having an ounce of strength feeling like he relied on you to protect him as equals. “No” he replied childishly.

You chuckled catching up to him, throwing your arms around his neck “come on” you cooed, feeling his cheeks raise slightly “Oka-” you were both cut off by a large man holding a bloodied knife in his hands, running towards you both, Jungkook’s eye’s widened as he screamed in fear, high pitched might I add, thrusting his fists forward impulsively, accidentally knocking the actor out.

You gasped bending down to examine the guy who looked like a dead man “see, this is why we don’t go to haunted houses, you always end up knocking the guy out” Jungkook looked away from the scene embarrassed as he forgot that his strength was abnormal, definitely exceeding the average strength of a human “okay, I swear I didn’t mean to this time” he defended.

“Like the other five times were because you wanted too, kook” you sarcastically replied, sighing out a long withdrawn breath when you found his breathing to be normal “Man, why couldn’t I just be a beta or something, I’m too young to be an alpha” he complained, craning his neck to look at the man who was regaining his consciousness “we need to go” jungkook complied to your wish, grabbing your hand in his own to rush out of the haunted home with eyes closed, having amazing senses played their part.

Your eyes adjusted to the swarming embrace of the newly found light, even though it was dark readjusting to anything light was hard for your mortal eyes to conquer, but jungkook stood perfectly fine, he gazed your way staring at you intensively before bursting out in a light-hearted chuckle.

“Okay, I will now promise to never force myself into another Haunted house” he promised, turning his sculpted body your way, facing your chubby figure holding out his pinky “you better, I’ve had to witness 5 actors be blown away by your fist Jungkook” you laughed, smiling at him.

“Promise” you repeated as you both made a filling memory of your night “come on the pack is probably worried knowing their alpha got the shock of his life, they most likely think your dead” Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist with a pearly smile.

“Never mention this to anyone” 

You smugly smirked “I can’t promise anything” you mumbled, watching a betrayed look cross his features, he already knew you would run waiting a few seconds behind before jogging behind you in hope of picking you up and cradling you with all his kisses.

“I have a right, I’m your luna remember” you shouted, breath shortening as you ran further, pausing once you no longer heard his hard footsteps following you,

That was until you heard a deep growl emit from behind you, smiling as you slowly turned to face the large wolf only coming to the realization that, the wolf readying itself to pounce on you wasn’t jungkook but rather some rogue wandering unclaimed territory, the wolf enclosed on your stuttering figure, saliva dripping from its fangs as it bared it’s canines with no remorse.

Neck snapping in hopes of scaring you, but nothing would when you trusted the one you loved, the wolf looked up eyes clouded in discomforted, you gazed back seeing Jungkook’s soft grey fur behind you, his wolf far larger than the rogues, his neck snapped back as if to call you behind him.

“Stay there” you heard his voice, as he used his mind link to talk to you.

You nodded, watching jungkook, paw at the ground aggressively, taking such deep threatening steps using a tone so rough and controlling forcing something much less superior to him cower in fear, by now the wolf was whimpering, but jungkook kept his head high, emitting all of his alpha force on to a sheep in wolfs clothing.

Nothing could anger a wolf more than another threatening his mate and that’s what made him angry, ready to maul him to death, the wolf ran off before jungkook could do so “Thank you” you whispered, rubbing his coat of fur, leaning your head against his rib cage “anything for you” he mind linked back, bending down to you in hopes you would jump on his back.

Hesitant at first you retreated, but the growl spewing from his mouth made you rush on with no doubt or fear, “Still no more haunted houses” you repeated hearing a small whimper come from his mouth, and then you ran off back to the pack house where you both will confide in one another.

[snowdxve]

Be Cautious

Werewolf!Yancy x Reader

Warning: Light Gore, Mature Language, Fighting, Prison Life

Inspired by @the-moon-pal Werewolf Yancy

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Mark and Y/n walk slowly through the commons of the prison, both were dressed in black and white striped jumpsuits with their heads down in shame from getting caught. Y/n took notice of the cautious looks from the other prisoners, some of the prisoners mumble among themselves some even began laughing at the two as if they knew something that the two fresh convicts didn’t. “Well, why did you choose a helicopter if you didn’t know how to fly one?” Mark snaps at Y/n, causing them to roll their eyes and avert their attention to a tall burly convict who was staring at the two as if they had just threatened to take his lunch money. Y/n could care less about their mistake, and they figured that Mark would’ve had some clue; they weren’t the only one at fault in this team.

Mark lets out a heavy sigh as he pats Y/n’s shoulder gently, “but never mind that, We gotta find a way out of here and get that beautiful treasure of ours. Now, we can either rally the prisoners or we can pander to the guards.” Mark suggests to Y/n, “So what’s it going to be?” Mark looks at Y/n impatiently.

“I suggest that you try and rally the prisoners, hotshot. Maybe you’ll get somewhere.” Y/n answers with a shrug of their shoulders. A curt smile turns up Y/n’s cheeks as they watch Mark roll his shoulders and attempt to crack his neck preparing a speech in his head.Y/n didn’t even bother watching, instead they make their way over to the other side of the room. They didn’t want to be linked to the man, in fact, they would be more than happy to get away from him. All Mark had done since their arrival at the prison was complain, and complain; it gave Y/n an agonizing headache.

Y/n leans against the brick wall and bites their thumb as they watch Mark approach the burly convict that had made eye contact them earlier. “I wonder how this is going to play out,” Y/n mumbles to themself as their e/c eyes follow Mark’s movements. The burly man stands and towers over Mark, he was practically a whole foot taller than Mark.

“So you’re going to help me and my fri-” Mark pokes the man’s chest before turning as if to point to Y/n who was nowhere to be seen. “Y/n?” Mark looks around the commons before he felt his body being thrown through the concrete wall. Y/n snickers and covers their mouth to hide their amusement before they felt a heavy hand firmly grip their shoulders.

“Youse is with him, huh?” The man’s voice makes Y/n shiver and takes a step away but his grip tightens on their shoulder, pulling them back. “Whoa, slow down. Why youse so eager to getaway? Youse and youses friend are new here, eh? Let me show you around.” The man’s grip on Y/n’s shoulder tightened a bit more. Y/n could feel the hostility around the room, making their stomach do nervous loops. They pulled roughly out of the man’s grip and brushes their shoulder off gently and looking the man up and down.

The man was a few inches taller than Mark, about 5’6 or 5’7. His coal-black hair was slicked back with who knows what, and his amber eyes were frightening which added to the look of annoyance on his face. The other prisoners were quiet, each watching the standoff between Y/n and this man. Y/n looks around at the other prisoners and frowns as they roll their shoulders.

“Why don’t you draw a picture? It’ll last longer.” They snap before turning their attention to the man who had lost his patience. He grabs the collar of Y/n shirt and backs them against the brick wall.

“Now, who do you think youse coming into my home and calling the shots?” Y/n stares down into the man’s amber eyes; instincts kick in immediately, they hook their hands on the nap of the man’s neck before drilling their knee into his stomach.

The man recoils as a loud gasp echoed throughout the room from everyone, even the guards who didn’t bother to intervene in the brewing fight. Y/n stares at their opponent as they bring their hands up and bend their knees a bit, just like their dad had taught them. The man lets out an inhuman growl, lunging at Y/n quickly. Y/n falls back doing their best to block the oncoming punches; they tried to remember how their dad had taught them. The amber-eyed man heaved a sigh as he lowers himself into a fighting position; there was an almost animal-like quality to it. It was familiar yet so foreign to Y/n; They made the first move, taking a step forward and swinging as hard as they could. They missed hopelessly with a rush of pain exploding from their cheek. Y/n repositions and adjusts to the irony taste that had filled their mouth; their dad always told them there was no such thing as fighting dirty.

As soon as the man threw the next punch, Y/n grabs his arm quickly maneuvering behind his back and pushing his elbow in harshly before pushing his chest against the brick wall. “I’ll break it, I promise.” Y/n says firmly as the man scuffs in annoyance.

“Youse bluffin’ you ain’t gon do nothi-.” Y/n pushes his elbow in more, causing the man to let out grumble to disguise his pain. They could feel the bones grinding any moment it could snap.

“I never did catch your name, so care to share?” Y/n asks as nicely as they could, but truly they wanted to rub the man’s nose into tiled floors. They waited patiently for an answer, they could feel the eyes of the prisoners burning into their back.

“Names Yancy, now officer when you going to let me go?” Yancy chuckles, but Y/n wasn’t listening. They were taking in the small details they had missed about the man. He was in the midst of changing, his ears had become more pointed and what looked like tufts of fur were growing at the tips of them. His fingernails were sharpened to a razor-sharp point. Y/n lets out a heavy sigh as they remove themselves from their thoughts.

“If I let go are you going to play nice?” Y/n questions as they loosen their grip on Yancy’s arm. Y/n glances around the room in a search for Mark but didn’t spot a trace of him.

“Alright, fine. Jus let me go.” Yancy grumbles. Y/n let go and steps back, rubbing their hands together. They touch their cheek which had started to ache from the wearing off adrenaline. Yancy turns to Y/n and puts his hand out with an eager smile on his face.

“Have you been talking? Cause if you have, I haven’t been listening.” Y/n grumbles as they walk across the room to an empty table, and plop down into one of the cold uncomfortable wooden chairs. Yancy follows suite, unfortunately, there was no stopping the morphing once it started. Yancy’s face and head have already begun morphing. “What do you want?” Y/n groans as they lay their head on the cold table in an attempt to soothe the aching.

“I heard you want to break out, I know all the ins and outs of this place. I could help you.” Yancy smirks as he puts his hand out to Y/n eagerly. Y/n stares up at Yancy with narrowed eyes; they slowly sit up and turn to Yancy whose mouth was slowly becoming more and more elongated. Yancy watches each of their movements carefully as they put their hands out and wave them slightly at Yancy.

“Hold on, hold on. You just tried to kill me and now-!” They put their left hand on their hip and point their finger at Yancy harshly, “you want to help me?” They try to keep their composure but it fails; they burst into laughter and shake their head with a bit of a sigh. “You’re just ready to get rid of me because I beat you!” They tease, pointing at Yancy before nearly falling out of their chair.

“No.” Yancy interrupts firmly. “Youse got something special out there and I know it.” Yancy pulls a small picture from his pocket and slides it across the table to Y/n. “It, uh, fell out of youse pocket when we were fighting.” Yancy rubs the back of his neck as he watches Them pick up the portrait. The portrait was of a tall man with large wood stumps for feet, a large bushy black beard, a scar on his right eye, and a pirate hat with a long feather coming off the top.

“Oh, shit. I wouldn’t have even realized! Thank you, Yancy!” They scoop the picture up and hug it but, of course, it wasn’t the real thing and therefore a big let down. Their father was a big man and a paper-thin picture was nothing compared to him. “This is my dad, Magnum. He might be a bit intimidating at first but he’s a big ole puppy! I bet he’s worried about me; he never did like Mark but he was always happy to let me go search for treasure.” They laugh a moment before turning to Yancy. “What about you?”

“Huh? This is home! I killed my mom and dad. This is all I got now.” Yancy hums in satisfaction. Y/n couldn’t imagine killing Magnum even being away from their Dad was worrying for them.

“So, you’re willing to help me escape this joint? When and at what time?” Y/n had completely forgotten about Mark; they were more focused on getting out and getting home to their dad with their treasure. They wanted Magnum to see that they were capable of doing their own hunts. They hoped that Magnum wouldn’t hear about them being locked up like this.Y/n stopped a moment watching Yancy; the transformation was completely. They smirk a bit and cross their arms over their chest. They had seen Magnum like this countless of times.

“Well what about-” Yancy’s sentence was cut short with grunts and growls before he crosses his eyes, staring down at his muzzle. His ears flattened against his head as he lets out a heavy sigh as his amber eyes land on Y/n as They laugh and turn away from Yancy who was struggling to talk with only whines and soft grumbles coming out. Y/n couldn’t stop laughing, holding their stomach before they sit up and put their pointer finger to Yancy’s wet onyx nose.

“Stop. How long have you been this? If you’ve known for a long time then you should know that you aren’t going to get anywhere.” Y/n giggles as they run their fingers through their h/c hair. “I need to get a box from the contanment area before I leave; I’m getting it for my dad. It’s important-” A red alarm blares out, making Y/n jump and lean into towards Yancy nervously. Yancy covers his ears with his paws and gives a low growl as Mr. Murderslaughter and two other officers walk into the commons.

“Can someone turn that infernal racket off?” Murdrerslaughter yells out. The alarm abruptly ends whilst Murderslaughter adjusts his suit and turns his attention to Y/n and Yancy. Yancy uncovers his ears, ducks his head as his ears droop to the side; his long bushy ash grey tail tucked between his legs as he stands. Y/n took notice of this as they turn to look at Murderslaughter, swallowing hard

“You, I don’t want no more trouble out of you! If you keep causing trouble I’ll toss you back out into the real world for the vultures to eat at you; now you wouldn’t would you? I didn’t think so.” Murderslaughter threatens. He turns to Yancy who cowers a bit more as his ears point forward to listen to Murderslaughter, “now Yancy, I’ve always seen you as a son.” Yancy attempts to defend himself but only whines escape him. “Ah, Ah, No. Don’t try to give any protest, you won’t win. Boys, take him to solitary confinement.” Yancy grumbles as the officers stand at two sides of him. Yancy snarls lifting his lips to show his row of sharp pearly white teeth as the officers reach for his arms. Yancy nips at them as he shakes himself out briskly, raising his tail and walking alongside them as they walk Yancy to his cell in confinement. Y/n, however, was put back into their cell alone. Y/n looks around the cell; It was actually quite cozy with a shaggy cornflower blue rug spread out on the floor, a little white nightstand next to the bunk bed. The color of the plush blankets matched the carpet; they were soft to the touch. The only unappealing part of the room was the stiff mattress. With nothing more to do, Y/n crawls into bed and pulls the blanket over their shoulder. They lay back calmly before they were getting sneezed on. Y/n scrunches up their face as they wipe a little bit of snotty off of their face. Right above them, peering down through the wire bed frame was Yancy’s giant furry head. How could they have missed the massive creature under the mattress? Y/n jumps up from the bed as Yancy sits up, pushing the thin mattress against the wall.

“Yancy, What the hell?!” Y/n covers their mouth a moment and looks around before letting out a sigh, “how did you manage to get out of solitary confinement?” They whisper to the massive molten grey wolf. Yancy crouches, causing his pants to rip at the knee. Y/n couldn’t help but snicker as Yancy’s fluffy ear flip back. Yancy drags one of his long claws across the ground writing: ‘I know the ins and outs of this place, just follow me.’

Y/n looks at Yancy, who gives them a thumbs up and a toothy grin, as he picks up a blindfold a moves towards them. Y/n takes a few steps back nervously with a brisk shake of their head. “No, not happening.” They weren’t comfortable with that in the least bit. Yancy grumbles and plops onto the ground, sneezing with a bit of annoyance; how was he going to get them to trust him?

“Yancy, you didn’t say anything about a blindfold. I know better than to let someone put a blindfold on me.” Y/n looks at Yancy cautiously. Yancy looks at Y/n with narrowed eyes, tossing the blindfold on to the bed as he grumbles to himself.

“Oh stop! Besides, don’t you think it’s a little too soon to break out? I mean, I just got here. They’ll probably be expecting me to try and break out. Let's wait a bit, and talk when you’re not a werewolf.” They tap Yancy on his snout, causing Yancy to wrinkle his snout and nips at their hand. Luckily, they retract their hand to avoid Yancy’s teeth. “Hey! I was messing with you! Don’t nip at me!” They protest but the sound of footsteps causes them to tense and throw blankets over Yancy.

“Get under the bed.” Y/n whispers in a panic, pushing him in a panic under the bed and sitting on the mattress heavily. Yancy growls out as he squeezes under the mattress and the concrete floor. Y/n holds their hand down below the head, “bite me.” They whisper. Yancy looks up at Y/n confused before lunging at their hand, only to nip at their hand and draw a bit of blood. Y/n curses loudly in pain, causing the officers to come running.

“What is it? What’s going on?” The officer asks as he peers through the iron bars at Y/n.

“I hurt my finger on the bed, Can I go to the infirmary? Please?” They get up from the bed, showing the officer the crimson liquid that was forming from their finger.

“Fine, but no silly business convict.” The officer unlocks the cell and steps back motioning for Y/n to walk ahead. Y/n steps out of the cell and glances back at the officer before making their way down the hall. The officer directed Y/n through the halls before stopping at the infirmary where was laid out on the bed with a large ice pack on his face. The nurse motions to chair next to the bed before grabbing a bandaid for Y/n.

“What are you here for, dear?” The nurse asks. Y/n holds their finger out to the nurse with a nervous smile before turning to Mark.

“Hey, Mark. Are you okay?” They lean over to Mark as the nurse cleans the crimson liquid from their finger which was beginning to stream down their hand.

Mark didn't give any sign that he was awake, or alive for that matter. Y/n frowns before slapping Mark’s thigh much harder than they had intended. Mark jolts up and removes the ice pack from his face, “What do you want?!” Mark glares at Y/n. Mark’s nose was a deep purple, and his eye was puffy and swollen shut, no doubt the prisoner didn’t let him off easy. Mark’s sudden movement cause Y/n to flinch and lean away from Mark, grimacing at the damage to his once handsome face.

“I just wanted to tell you that I found someone who can help us get out of here, but I just changed my mind. Maybe you deserve to be here, you narcassitic asshole..” They mutter. Y/n stands and makes their way towards the door as Mark scrambles to his feet from the cot.

“Wait, wait! Y/n! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Mark wasn’t able to finish his sentence, for Y/n sent their foot straight between Mark’s legs before storming back to their cell. They didn’t wait for the officer, they walk right into their cell and slides the door shut in anger.

“You can come out, Yancy!” They call out, pushing everything off of the night stand with a loud crash. They plop down onto the nightstand.

“Finally! What took you so long? And why did you need to go to the infirmary?!” Yancy crawls out from under the bed and brushes his hands off on his white t-shirt before looking down at his pants. “Wonderful.” He mutters. Despite being mostly human, Yancy fluffy ears and long bushy tail were still very much visible.

“I went to see Mark, I figured he’d be in the infirmary, but forget that asshole. He’s only worried about himself. I just need to get ahold of my dad. I don’t want to set off more of an alarm than I already have.” Y/n taps their foot impatiently as they look at Yancy, who was trying to look back at his tail, grabbing at it curiously.

“Hey! When’s visitations?” Y/n asks, breaking Yancy from his fascination with catching his tail.

“Oh, tomorrow. I don’t get very many visitors, so maybe I can convince murderslaughter to give you my time during visiting hours.” Yancy gives a small smile as he sits down, curling his tail around his legs.

“Well, are you going to stay in here or-” “We’re bunk mates. I know, I was surpised too. Believe me.” Yancy shrugs and yawns. “Get some rest, you’re going to need it.” Yancy throws at blanket at Y/n before he climbs onto the top bunk.

“Goodnight Yancy.” Y/n calls up to the wolf as they lay back on the mattress, pulling the blanket over their shoulder.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

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“C’mon Yancy! He wants to meet you!” Y/n motions for Yancy to follow them as they walk to a table where a tall bearded man sat slouched. The strong scent of sea salt causes Yancy to wrinkle his nose as he sits across from the massive man. Yancy slouches in the chair looking up at the bearded man then at Y/n.

“Dad, I know you’re mad-” “Where be that Mark? I say we go keelhauling with him.” The bearded man growls out, gritting his teeth before turning his attention to Yancy. “And who be this? Is this your friend? What’s your name?”

“Yancy, I’ve got to say you taught Y/n well. They are quite strong.” Yancy chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Magnum, Pleasure to meet ye.” Magnum gave a big smile but it quickly fades into a menacing look. “Yes, Y/n learns everything from the crew and their old dad, but you didn’t hurt my dear child, did ye? Cause then we have a problem friend; you might be the next one going overboard.” Magnum’s hickory brown eyes slowly dilate as he stares down at Yancy. Yancy fidgets a bit, looking at Y/n for some sort of help.

“No, Dad, it was a simple disagreement. I lost my temper and I popped him in the nose; the officers interevened before things could get any worse, okay? Besides, I can handle him and if Yancy were still mad at me, he wouldn’t be here.” Y/n assures Magnum who merely nods in acknowledgement. “He’s gunna get me out of here soon, just keep in touch.” They whisper as they grab their Dad’s hand tightly.

“Visitations over! Wrap it up!” An officer shouts from a corner of the room.Y/n stands and gathers Magnum in a tight hug before taking a step back. Magnum put his hand out to Yancy with a smile. Yancy firmly shakes his hand but as soon as Yancy pulls away, Magnum yanks him forward. “Watch their back, or you’ll regret it friend.” Magnum growls out in a low husky tone. Yancy nods quickly and joins Y/n on their travel back to their cells.

“So what do think of him? He’s awesome, isn't he?” Y/n says cheerfully as they skip happily towards the cell, swinging their hands.

“Yeah, Yeah. Totally.” Yancy gulps as he walks casually behind Y/n.

“Next time, be careful with your words. Be cautious.” Y/n snickers as they step into the cell.

[ellewritesathing]

So Close - SS XXIX

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

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Word-count: 3.3k+

A/N: pls don’t come for me like lydia with her bat (i’ll forgive you if you do)

You hadn’t realized how badly you needed to spend time with Derek until you did, even if that time was spent cleaning the loft and complaining about not being able to go to Mexico right now. He was good at calming you down and listening to you talk things through. Although Derek hadn’t been a very good alpha when he had the power, something changed inside him after he’d given it up to save Cora. He’d be a leader again, you could feel it.

After Derek dropped you off at home and you’d had a very lengthy video-chat with Cora and Isaac, you dragged yourself into the shower and into bed. Surprisingly, you didn’t dream that night. Since recovering from the exhaustion of being on a hitlist, your brain almost always made you have nightmares. Not that night. You had other things to worry about. 

Like telling Liam that he had to stay at home because it was a full moon. 

“Come on,” he whined. “I can handle it. I’m getting better!” 

“Biscuit, the last time you said that you broke a window and tried to kill Stiles,” you said, getting up to cup his face. “Stay here. I’ll bring Scott home.” 

“No way, I can-” 

“Ugh, Liam, go home!” Stiles groaned as he and Malia came down the stairs, carrying some bunched up pillowcases in his hand. “You’re not coming with us!” 

“Why not?” 

“Because it’s a full moon, and I don’t feel like driving all the way down to Mexico just to have you rip my throat out,” Stiles said, hand ripping at the air above his neck. 

“You can lock me up, right? Chain me down to the backseat or something?” Liam asked. He looked at you for encouragement but all you did was shrug.

“You tore through the last chains, remember?” Malia said.

“Yeah, we’d have to freeze you in carbonite just to get you down there,” Stiles said.

“Okay, then where do we get carbonite?” Liam asked. 

“Oh, my sweet dumb-” you sighed and put a hand on one of Stiles’ shoulders to calm him down. He was still narrowing his eyes at Liam. “Look, Liam, we can’t take you with. Just stay here and look after everyone else, okay?”

The three of you started walking out the door and Liam stopped you again. He was breaking your heart. He wanted to come with and he wanted to save Scott and Kira. You looked at Stiles, and he looked at you. He said something about stealing a prison van, and you said something about Noah grounding him for the rest of his life. 

By the time the four of you got to the meetup point, a plan was made. 

“Are we really bringing him?” Derek asked as he climbed out of his car, Peter getting out on the other side. 

“Ew, are we really bringing him?” you asked, nodding your head at Peter. Then you swallowed your guilt when you remembered Malia was standing right next to you.

“We’re bringing everyone we can,” Peter said, clearly unimpressed by your tone. You shrugged. “And considering Scott and Kira were taken the night before a full moon, we should probably get going.” 

“What’s that mean?” Malia asked. 

“If Kate took Scott back to the same temple that she took Derek, how do we know she’s not planning to do the same thing to him?” Peter asked. 

“What, you think she wants to make him younger?” Liam asked. 

“She wants to make him powerless,” you sighed. Why didn’t you think of that before? Why did you need Peter to make you think? “Derek’s a born werewolf, Scott was bitten. If she can take him back to when he was human then … forget about being an alpha, who knows if we’ll even get him back to a werewolf?”’

Fucking Peter Hale.

“It’s true that a werewolf can’t steal a true alpha’s power,” Peter said. “But maybe a Nagual Jaguar, with the power of Tezcatlipoca behind her … Maybe she can. So, if everyone is sufficiently freaked out, I say we get going.”

“We can’t,” Stiles said. “Not without Lydia.”

“Why don’t you give her another call?” you suggested in a lower voice. Stiles met your eye and nodded before walking off and calling her for the billionth time that morning. 

“I got nothing,” Stiles said after a few tries.

“If she has a car, she can catch up to us,” Braeden said. 

“That’s a good point,” Peter said. 

“No. What if something happened?” Stiles asked. “What if she’s in trouble?” 

“Fine. You stay, you find her,” Peter said. “We’re gonna go on without you.”

“Why the hell are you so-” 

“I could call Mason,” Liam cut you off and Stiles reached for your hand to calm you down. “He has a study group at school. Maybe he could look for her.”

“Alright, fine,” Stiles said. 

You squeezed his hand before letting go to follow Derek. The plan was for the Jeep to stay behind, and for you, Stiles, Derek, and Braeden to take the prison van to keep Liam locked up. Malia was supposed to go with Lydia and Peter in case anything went wrong. Things were already going wrong.

“All good?” Derek asked after he cuffed Liam to the bench across from the three of you. Liam pulled his hands up and the cuffs clanged against the bars but they held. “Okay, I brought something to help you.”

You watched him take out a familiar wooden disc from his jacket. You looked over at Stiles and he shrugged before looking back at the triskelion. Every time you saw that piece of junk, you thought about Boyd and Erica. It helped them, so maybe it could help Liam. But it also killed them, so you didn’t have high hopes.

“This has been with my family for centuries.” 

Maybe Liam wouldn’t end up dead like everyone else who used it. 

“It’s a very powerful, supernatural talisman,” Derek went on. You could feel Stiles squinting next to you, so you moved your hand back to find his. “We use it to teach Betas how to control themselves on the full moon.” He gave it to Liam and then looked over at you and Stiles. You needed to sell it. 

“Yes, um, it’s powerful,” Stiles said slowly. He cleared his throat. “Very powerful.” 

You did your best to ignore him as you moved closer to the edge and put a hand on Liam’s knee. “Derek had a pack before you knew him,” you said, doing your best not to get choked up. “I saw how this helped them.” 

“Where are they now?” Liam asked. 

“South America,” you said. Not a total lie. You’d tell him more about Boyd and Erica when he didn’t look like he was about to cry. You smiled and slid back in your seat, Stiles wrapping an arm around you and you leaning back into his chest.

Everything was fine until the sun started setting. That’s when Liam’s breathing started getting more labored and Stiles’ arm around your waist started getting tighter. When the sunset and the full moon was up, Liam let out a growl and Stiles jerked his legs up and pulled you away - a move that woke you up from the light sleep you’d managed to fall into. 

“Stiles-” you started slowly, sounding confused. You looked over at Liam and detangled yourself. 

Liam was clutching the triskelion in his clawed hand. “Whatever you’re gonna teach me,” he forced out slowly. He looked up at Derek with glowing eyes. “I think you better start.”

You started inching closer but Derek held up a hand to keep you in the corner with Stiles. “Liam, you with me?” he asked after a moment. Liam nodded. “We have a mantra that we use. You repeat it, you focus on the words.” 

“It’s like meditating,” Stiles offered, moving closer to find your hand again. 

“You’ve tried meditating for your anger management, right?” you asked. 

“Yeah, and I freaking sucked at it!” Liam said, doing his best not to yell or snap at you.

“You say the words until you feel control coming back to you,” Derek said, drawing Liam’s attention back to himself.

“Okay, okay! What are the words?” 

“Look at the triskelion. See the symbol?” Derek asked. He launched into a sickeningly familiar explanation about how each spiral meant something - alpha, beta, omega - and how they were all linked. Any wolf could rise and fall to any position on the triskelion. It broke your heart. “All you have to do is say the words and, with each one, you tell yourself you’re getting calmer, more in control.” 

Liam repeated the mantra a few times, each time sounding like it took more effort to keep his voice level. He got more frustrated when Derek stepped in. 

“Derek, I don’t think his powerful talisman of self-control is working,” Stiles warned as he pulled you closer so you sat between his raised legs on the bench. 

Liam started to full-on turn now, fangs elongating and claws stretching out. He let out a growl that made you feel cold. He tried to lunge at Derek, but the cuffs kept him in place. The entire van rocked as he fell back to his seat. Braeden was losing control. 

You pushed yourself off of Stiles. 

“Biscuit, hey- hey, look at me,” you said. He broke out of one of the cuffs and Stiles pulled you back. Because you were out of his reach, Liam went for Derek’s face. His claws were barely an inch away from Derek’s skin. 

Braeden turned to assess the damage. “Derek-”

“I think we’re gonna need to go a little faster!” Stiles yelled. 

“What was that thing that Brett said?” you asked Stiles. Your voice sounded too quiet in the midst of all the chaos. “The other mantra.” 

“Uh, I-” Stiles thought about it, and you pushed yourself to Liam as you did. He wouldn’t hurt you. 

“Buddy, hey, I need you to listen to me, okay?” you said gently. He needed to get away from Derek. You charged your nightstick under the bench and reached your other hand out to Liam. You didn’t want to hurt him, but if you needed to restrain him, you wanted to be prepared. “Remember that day when we played against Davenport Prep for the first time? Remember how you freaked out? Can you remember what Scott said to you?” 

Liam didn’t seem to be registering your words, but the confusion on his face made him pull away from Derek - even if it was only a few inches. Then something snapped again and he went for Derek’s throat, ripping free of the other cuff. 

“We’re almost there!” Braeden yelled.

“Liam! Liam,” Stiles leaned up behind you, accidentally knocking the nightstick out of your hand. If anything happened now, you’d first have to scramble to find it and those minutes could kill anyone of you. “What three things cannot be long hidden?” 

“Liam!” you yelled at him and pushed Derek down. Liam scratched you in the process, but at least Derek still had a face. “Liam, what three things cannot be long hidden?”

You were almost on top of Derek, and now Stiles was leaning over you to get Liam’s attention. If it wasn’t a life or death situation, the position might have been funny. Stiles repeated the question again, and something started working. Liam was breathing again, even if it was uneven puffs of breath. 

“The sun- the moon - the truth.”  

Every word was its own sentence but slowly Liam started calming down. When the claws disappeared, you gave an uneasy laugh and collapsed on Derek. You were okay. 

“You’re bleeding,” Derek said. 

You frowned and straightened up. “No, I’m not.” 

“Uh, yeah,” Stiles said, turning so you were looking at him. He lifted your arm and you saw the stained, ripped clothing. “Yeah, you are.” 

“It’s fine,” you lied. “I’ll wrap it up and be good as new by the time we stop. We’ve got bigger things to worry about than a scratch.”

Stiles didn’t seem convinced but he helped you roll up your shirt and clean the scratch. It wouldn’t get in the way of saving Scott, and you weren’t just going to wait for them in the van just because of a little scratch. Even if it did hurt.

“I can’t believe I did it,” Liam said when he’d calmed down and the van came to a stop. He looked and sounded like himself again, but you couldn’t get the picture of him trying to kill Derek out of your head. “For a minute there, I thought I was gonna tear you guys apart.” 

“Yeah, well, not for lack of trying, right?” Stiles said. He seemed more upset than usual that you got caught in the crosshairs. “That would’ve made for an awkward ride home.” 

“Do you think you can bring the same level of control and strength inside La Iglesia?” Derek asked.

In a swift move, Liam unsheathed his claws and kept the rest of himself human. 

“We might actually pull this off,” you said in disbelief. 

Derek nodded and made his way to the doors. He pushed them open and you heard the growl of a berserker. You got up and tried to shove Stiles further into the van so you could help Derek, but you weren’t fast enough. The berserker pulled Derek off his feet and tossed him onto the ground. 

He started beating Derek on an old stone, and you scrambled out to help. Braeden fired an entire clip of ammo into the berserker’s side before you could do anything. She knelt down beside Derek and you couldn’t hear a word they said. 

Stiles’ hand slipped into yours as you watched them. You were vaguely aware of the warmth he provided, but you were acutely aware that Derek didn’t come all the way to Mexico to get killed. 

“How bad is it?” Peter asked. You didn’t even hear him and Malia get out of the car. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Derek insisted through blood-stained teeth. “Just get Scott.”

You weren’t listening to a word he said. There was something about seeing him bloody and beaten that cemented you to your spot. You heard the wolves go in, but you didn’t move until Stiles tugged on your arm. You had to leave him if you wanted to save Scott, even if it killed a piece of you.

---

You hated this damn church. You’d been running through it for far too long until Peter stopped you and Stiles got a phone call. Then another berserker attacked and you started running again. Malia threw Kira’s sword at you and told you and Stiles to find Kira and Scott, they’d hold the berserker off as long as they could.

The two of you wandered around, yelling for Scott and Kira, until Stiles stopped. You crashed into his back, but he didn’t stumble. His flashlight shone on a very broken-looking Kira. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Stiles asked as he rushed closer to her. 

“It’s Scott,” Kira said. “Stiles, it’s Scott.” 

“What’s Scott?” Stiles asked. 

“The berserker. It’s him. Kate did it.”

“What do you mean ‘Kate did it’?” you asked. “How?”

“She made him into one of them! I don’t know how, but it’s him,” Kira said. “If they don’t know it, they could kill him.” 

“That’s why Lydia’s not here,” Stiles said. “They won’t know they’re killing Scott.” 

“We need to find them,” you said, handing Kira her sword. “Do you remember the way we came?”

Haphazardly, the three of you stumbled your way through the tunnels and found your friends moments before killing Scott. Stiles yelled at Malia to stop as she aimed a killing blow at Scott’s skull. Kira cut the bone-knife in half.

“It’s Scott!” you yelled at them. “You can’t kill him.”

“He’s gonna kill us!” Peter growled. 

Scott threw Peter and Liam off himself, and then marched closer to Liam. Liam crawled backward as Scott ignored your pleas to stop. Stiles tried to step in and Scott hit him so hard that you heard bone crunch. You don’t know why you thought he’d go any easier on you; you ended up concussed on the floor right next to your boyfriend. 

Your ears rang out as Scott narrowed in on Liam, dragging him up the wall. “No, no, no,” you mumbled, trying to get back to your feet. Stiles reached out for you, trying to tell you this wasn’t your fight. 

You didn’t hear what Liam said to Scott to make him change, but he backed up and took off the bones that made him a berserker. His howl broke through the ringing in your ears as he split the skull in half, and you clambered to your feet. 

“You.” Scott’s eyes were dead ahead on Peter as he spoke. “The only one who knew as much as Argent about berserkers. About the Nagual. You taught Kate, and you helped her. All for power.” 

“For my family’s power,” Peter corrected. “To be rightfully inherited by me. Not usurped by some idiot teenage boy, so incorruptible, he won’t shed the blood of his enemies even when justified. You don’t deserve your power.” He started shifting. “Not power like this.”

You’d kill him. He threw Malia against the altar when she lunged at him, and threw you into a wall when he stomped closer and you got in his way. Your body ached as it slumped to the floor, and your head felt sticky as a liquid ran down your neck. You heard their voices before they started fighting again, but you couldn’t make out the words. Just like you could feel someone moving your body, but you couldn’t see who it was. 

“Stiles?” 

“I’m right here.” His voice was tight and his warm hands cradled your head. “I’m not going anywhere. Scott? Scott, she’s hurt! She-”

“Stiles, he can’t fix this,” you said, using whatever energy you had left to reach your hand up to his face. You wanted to look in his eyes. His tear-filled eyes. “It’s okay. I love you, Stiles. I’m okay.” 

“No, you’re not. We’re gonna fix this. I-” his voice faltered and he tried to get Scott’s attention again. You didn’t mean for your hand to fall but it did, making a small thud as it landed on your stomach. “No, no. God, anyone. This isn’t how it ends.” 

“Stiles, it’s okay,” you said softly. Stiles closed his eyes and bowed his head. He whispered something you couldn’t make out, and he didn’t stop when you asked him to. “I’m okay. I don’t mind dying if it … it saves all of you. It’s okay.”

He wasn’t listening, and soon you couldn’t ask him to stop praying anymore. You couldn’t lift your hand to wipe away his tears, and you couldn’t tell him that it was going to be okay. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open, even though you were trying to. 

“Stiles, is she-” Scott was out of breath and you felt him kneel in front of you. “What happened?” 

“I couldn’t save her,” Stiles said. “I- I prayed and it didn’t-” 

You felt your hand twitch, and watched it snake up to Scott’s neck. It wasn’t comforting. It wasn’t you. You were choking him. He didn’t try to fight it as you pushed yourself to your feet, everyone too in shock to stop you. Something snapped under your hand and you threw him to the side. His body made an awful sound as it crashed into the wall.

“Y/N, what are you-” Stiles’ voice broke off as he got to his feet. “Y/N?” 

“We missed you, Stiles.” 

It was your voice, but it wasn’t your words. You didn’t have any control. 

“Missed me? What are you-” 

“Everyone has it.” You heard yourself say, taking slow steps towards him. A bloody, dusty hand touched the side of his face and you screamed at yourself to stop. “But no one can lose it. What is it?” 

All the color drained out of his face. “A shadow.”

Your face broke into a smile. “I’m your shadow, Stiles.”

[here4theheartbreak]

The Fairy Garden (NamKook)

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Relationships: Jungkook x Namjoon Genre(s): fluff Rating: General Audiences (G)

Tags: fluff, fairy AU, fairy!Jungkook, fairy!Jimin, werewolf!Taehyung, getting togeher, first kiss

Summary: When Namjoon opened The Fairy Garden, the last customer he expected was an actual fairy. Word Count: ~10.9k

Running his own business was Namjoon’s dream. It wasn’t until he was a teenager, and discovered the true joy of nature and growth and all things green, that he realized running a natural business was his destiny.

Starting hadn’t been easy. His parents thought he was crazy, his friends rolled their eyes. But Namjoon proved them wrong. He was the proud solo owner of The Fairy Garden, an organic store selling herbs, supplements, plants, and gardening tools.

Some months were slower than others, but the business had a good client base, a great online presence, and word of mouth was always positive. Namjoon went out of his way for his clientele, and it showed. Whenever someone new came in the story was the same. So and so said I should come here for any of my garden needs. Can you help?

So when the tall, muscular boy with a streak of rainbow gradient in his black hair walked in with an obscenely bright pink flower in a pot, Namjoon barely blinked.

“Can you help me? I heard you can help plants.”

“I can sure try,” Namjoon said. He pushed some magazines and papers to the side of the counter. “What’s going on?”

“She’s really sick. She won’t eat anything and she hasn’t bloomed in days.”

Namjoon scowled. He took the plant from the boy, turning it in his hands. “What… Is this?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never seen a flower like this, do you know its name?”

“Sure, we call her Serendipity.”

“No, I mean..” Namjoon set the plant down, scratching his forehead. “Like the breed.”

“Oh, she’s a Faun Spit.”

“Fawn… Spit?”

The boy nodded. “Mhm. Do you think you can help her?”

Namjoon looked at the plant. It seemed like it had shrunk a half inch even in the few minutes they were speaking. “I’ve never worked with one of these before, but I can certainly give it a shot. No promises though.”

The boy beamed brightly, and Namjoon felt his heart skip a beat. He’d never seen a more brilliant smile. “Great! Thank you.”

“What’s your name?”

“Jungkook.”

“And number?”

Jungkook laughed a little. “I don’t have a phone. Why would I?”

“Well, I- I mean — It’s 2020. Doesn’t, everyone?”

“Humans maybe.” Jungkook wrinkled his nose, showing his front teeth in a cute smile. “Humans are weird. Even with the sight, you’re all so silly.”

Namjoon blinked owlishly. He adjusted his glasses. “Well, I need to contact you - if the plant gets better, or worse.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll come by in a few days to check.”

Namjoon shrugged. “Suit yourself. Anything else I can help with?”

“No… I’d be so grateful if you could save her… She’s my favorite girl,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll certainly try.”

He nodded. He stroked the flower’s leaves gently for a moment before nodding and hurrying toward the door.

“Wait, is it poisonous?” Namjoon called after.

“Not if you don’t get her spit in your mouth.” Jungkook said. He hurried out before Namjoon could question him further, leaving the shop owner staring baffled at the door.

***

Namjoon poked his head over the stack of books on his desk when the door to his room opened. He did have an apartment, but most nights he was at the shop so late it made no sense to go home, so he set up a room in the basement. More than once his friends had made various Little Shop of Horrors jokes, and given his current predicament with this strange plant, he was starting to worry a little himself.

“Joon?”

“Over here,” Namjoon called. Yoongi waved. “What’s with the bookstore?”

“This plant. I’ve never seen it before and I can’t find it any books.”

“Oh no.”

“What?” Namjoon looked up, taking in Yoongi’s panicked expression.

“Where did you get that strange and interesting plant?”

“Well, I was in the shop and—“

“Was there a total eclipse of the sun?” Yoongi pressed, his mouth curving up into a grin.

“No, I—“ The connection hit Namjoon then and he scowled, picking up a pair of pruning shears from the desk. “You know these are sharp, right? I will stab you.”

“Sorry, Seymour. Just too good to pass up,” Yoongi teased. He didn’t flinch even when Namjoon jabbed the shears toward him in a mock threat. “Anyway, so where did you get this thing?”

“A man came into my shop today with it. Real weird kid, really handsome…”

“That so?” Yoongi smirked. He shook his head. “So what’s wrong with it?”

“Sick. It’s wilted even more in just the few hours I’ve had it. But I don’t know where to begin treating it. The soil is damp so I know it’s not too little water — But it doesn’t seem the right type of plant to survive in a desert or even dry environment. Based on the colors and petals I’d say it’s something tropical, so hot and wet are kinda the go to.”

“Aren’t they everyone’s go to?”

“You’re a pig, thank you,” Namjoon said, waving his hand. “So I don’t know.”

“Well - What did the plant in that movie end up needing?”

“You know damn well what it needed. Blood.” Namjoon hesitated, glancing at the shears on his desk. “Blood…”

“You aren’t gonna cut yourself on a plant, you fool,” Yoongi scolded, yanking the shears off the desk.

“No, of course not. But iron. What if the soil itself is the problem?”

“How would you check that?”

“Easy enough.” Namjoon rose, circling around Yoongi to dig around a few shelves. Yoongi approached the plant, picking it up. “It looks like a neon pink like... that weird bug eating plant you have upstairs. If you ask me.”

Namjoon glanced over, scowling. “Bug eating—You mean my sundew?”

“Is that what it is? The one that always looks wet.”

“Yeah – Why do you figure?”

“Well the flowers. I know the real attraction is the leaf stuff that closes up, but it’s got those pretty little flowers. If those were bigger and leathery like this one, they’d look close. Especially if you folded them up a little like a bud thing.”

Namjoon circled back to Yoongi, taking the plant and examining it closer. “You know… You’re actually right. I wonder if this plant is carnivorous.”

“How can you tell?”

“Feed it a bug, mostly. The boy did tell me not to get any of its ‘spit’ in my mouth. I thought he was being facetious, but now I’m wondering if he meant whatever it gives off to consume its prey.”

“Its spit? Dude… That kid sounds like a freak.”

Namjoon shrugged. He sat back at his desk, grabbing a magnifying glass and a pair of tweezers to peek closer at the plant’s leaves. “What did you come by for, by the way?” He asked, brows creased as he examined the plant.

“Just to check up on you. You weren’t home so I figured you’d be here.”

“I’m okay—Did you think something was wrong?”

“Funny feeling.” Yoongi sat down across from him, shoving a few books out of the way to place his elbows on the desk. “How are you anyway, Joonie?”

“Eh. One day at a time. Arguing with my parents again.”

“Over what?”

“The usual. This shop. They hate that it’s successful, by any standards. I’m not rolling in the money so they consider it a failure.”

“I feel like that’s just how their generation is. Mine are the same.”

“You make a ton with your photography,” Namjoon argued, poking at a leaf with the blunted tip of the tweezers. He made a small noise when it curled weakly around the metal. “And you figured out the plant’s species, at least – So that narrows my search for a fix.”

“I make some. Most of what I make goes back into the business – cameras and software and development tools, as well as marketing. I make enough, but I’m not living easy. It’s why I do the vet stuff.”

“You do the vet stuff because you’re a giant softie for animals and you just won’t admit it, Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m just gonna leave if you’re gonna go around insulting me like this.”

Namjoon huffed without really responding, flipping through one of his books. “Either way though, I’m fine. This plant is gonna give me grey hair if I can’t save it though.”

“Hm. Why?”

Namjoon hesitated, fingers twitching above the page. He scowled at the book, and then turned the look to Yoongi. “I don’t know.”

“You’re passionate about flowers but not like this. So maybe it’s the boy that brought you the flower.”

“Most definitely not. I don’t flirt with my customers.”

“You ever seen him before?”

Namjoon shook his head, rising to gather something from the shelves.

“Did he pay in advance?”

“Of course not,” Namjoon said, standing on his tip toes to grab a jar.

“So then he’s not a customer yet. What did he look like?”

Namjoon didn’t bother to hide the small smile on his face as he sat back down with the jars. “Tall, broad… Longish hair, dark but this wild streak of rainbow, I’ve never see hair dyed so bright. Big brown eyes and this smile that… I don’t even know how to describe it. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’ve got it bad.”

“Do not. I’m not dating one right now.”

“Might be, if you get the balls to ask out plant boy when he comes back for this one.”

Namjoon opted to ignore Yoongi this time, focusing instead on the plant. He heard Yoongi rise, barely sparing a glance as he flopped down on his bed, intending to make himself comfortable until Namjoon was finished. Not that he minded; Yoongi was Namjoon’s best friend, and had been since high school. They had done everything together and stayed close even into adulthood despite their very different career paths. They had come out to one another at sixteen, and even shared a first kiss on an attempted date – but realized that their affection was no more than brotherly when it was by far the most awkward experience of either’s life.

Namjoon didn’t have the heart to tell Yoongi that that had been his only actual date, even now eight years later. Sure, he’d had one night stands but, dates… Never. As he worked, his mind wandered to the strange boy. Jungkook. He had such a cute smile, and a bright gaze that was almost otherworldly. What would happen if Namjoon did ask him out. Aside from being beaten to a bloody pulp if the guy was straight, of course. But the rainbow in his hair… And just the general feeling that Namjoon got from him. Safety.

“I’ll ask him out,” he finally mumbled.

“What?” Yoongi’s voice was thick with sleepiness; Namjoon realized he’d likely been sitting in silence far longer than he realized.

“I’m going to ask Jungkook out when he comes back.”

“Tell me how it goes. I’m sleeping here.”

“Leave room in the bed for me,” Namjoon said. He got a grunt in a response, but Yoongi rolled over to one side of the bed, burying himself under the blankets. Namjoon continued to work until he could keep his eyes open no longer.

***

It took three days for Jungkook to wander back into the shop looking for his plant. When he did, Namjoon was sitting at the counter, filling out the upcoming month’s order form.

“Did you—”

“Jungkook!” Namjoon beamed. “I’m glad you came by. Great news.”

“You saved her?”

Namjoon hopped off the stool. He hurried to the nearby window, tripping over a stray cord and barely keeping his balance. He plucked the plant from the sill and turned, holding it out. “Good as new.”

“What was wrong?” Jungkook asked, hurrying over with a bright grin on his face. Namjoon smiled crookedly himself, drinking in how perfect that expression was.

“Just bad soil, mostly. I transplanted her into some healthy soil, and added some fertilizer and food. She’s carnivorous, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Make sure you supplement her diet too. Catching dinner in the wild is easy for carnivorous plants, but in captivity, we gotta help them out a little. Spiders or beetles if you don’t want to do too much feeding, I know it can be gross.”

Jungkook nodded eagerly, holding the pot close to him. “I can’t thank you enough. What do I pay you?”

“Uh… Oh it’s, twenty-five. But… I’d be willing to call it even if..” Namjoon froze then, his voice sticking in his throat. Was he really about to do this?

Jungkook tilted his head, his eyes bright and curious, focused entirely on Namjoon. The bright streak in his hair had changed, still a rainbow, but a more pastel gradient now that complimented the dark of his eyes in a stunning way. “If what?” Jungkook pressed.

“If you’d—A date,” Namjoon mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You’re asking me on a date?”

“I am.”

Jungkook bit his lip, glancing Namjoon head to toe. “I’ve never dated your kind before.”

“My—My kind?”

Jungkook laughed then – a peal of high, wild laughter that took Namjoon’s breath and made his heart skip a beat.

“Sure,” Jungkook said. “But you gotta pick the place. I don’t any human places to eat.”

“Human?” Namjoon scratched the back of his head. “Sure. You have anything you don’t eat?”

“Hm. Nope. I’ll eat anything. Bit of a scavenger. When?”

“Tonight? Six?”

“I’ll be here.”

Namjoon nodded. Jungkook leaned forward, placing a kiss against his cheek that was far more delicate than expected. Namjoon gasped, the edges of his vision fading a little. He barely focused enough to wave as Jungkook skipped out of the shop, flower in his arms.

Namjoon was surprised when Jungkook rushed back into the shop only three hours later. His cheeks were pink from exertion, his hair mussed.

“Jungkook? Are you okay?”

“Do you have wolfsbane?”

“Wolfsbane? Why?” Namjoon scrambled to his feet, circling around the counter.

“I need it.”

“Jungkook, that plant is poison.”

“Not to me. Not to my kind, please, do you? Dried, powdered, fresh – doesn’t matter.”

“I might. Maybe. But you have got to be careful with this stuff, Jungkook. Do you know what it can do?”

“I know it can save my friend.”

Namjoon scowled. “You—Jungkook, you’re sounding a bit manic.”

“You don’t have the sight do you?” Jungkook asked. His mouth turned down into a scowl. “You are just a human.”

“Well yeah, so are you. What are you talking about?”

“Wolfsbane. I don’t have time for this.” He dug in his pocket and pulled out a handful of paper money, dropping it on the counter. “Here, you humans ask for this. Please.”

Namjoon sighed. He nodded and hurried into a back room, donning gloves and shuffling through some of his more dangerous plants. He normally kept a few on hand; there were some collectors that often wanted fresh products or ones to crossbreed. Finding the rich, purple flowers, he snagged the pot and rose. He grabbed an extra set of gloves and headed back out, placing the pot on the counter and holding the gloves out to Jungkook.

Jungkook made a face of annoyance, his mouth in a fine line and his eyes narrowing. He batted the gloves out of the way and reached out, plucking one bud from the plant bare handed.

“Jungkook!” Namjoon cried, panic knotting his stomach.

Jungkook dropped the bud into a small jar, sealing it and pocketing it. “Don’t worry. It won’t hurt the plant, it’ll regrow.”

“I’m not worried about the plant, you fool, you’re going to get poisoned!” Namjoon reached for Jungkook’s hand.

“No, I won’t. I’m not human.”

“Wh—”

“I have to go; my friend needs me. I’ll see you tonight.” Jungkook rushed out. Namjoon chased after him, smacking his hand painfully off the door as he yanked it open. He looked left and right, but could find no sign of which direction his strange suitor had gone in.

The next few hours were spent in peace in the sense of the shop, only a few customers, regulars, and no serious plant related crises. But Namjoon was a wreck. He kept replaying Jungkook’s actions and words – grabbing the poisonous plant with no care, ‘I’m not human’, ‘you don’t have the sight’. What the hell did any of that mean? Namjoon wondered if Jungkook would arrive for their date, or if he’d see on the news a young man with pastel rainbow streaked hair was in the ER due to Aconite poisoning. Would he be held responsible? Would he be charged? The cameras in the shop would show he tried to hand Jungkook gloves. Surely he couldn’t be held accountable – he warned him. The worry devolved into anxiety as the clock ticked closer to closing time. At five he closed shop and hurried home, showering and changing before heading back.

Just as the clock struck six, a knock sounded at the door. Namjoon perked his head up immediately, beaming when he saw Jungkook’s face through the window. He scrambled to his feet, opening the door and stepping out into the evening.

“You made it.”

Jungkook tilted his head. “Of course I did. I owe you a debt.”

“That’s… The only reason you came?” Namjoon asked, a twinge of guilt and self-doubt twisting his stomach into uncomfortable little knots.

Jungkook shrugged in response. Namjoon felt any shred of excitement that was building deflate.

“Oh… Well, I’m… I’m sorry, then. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.” He backed up a little toward the door. “Look, you overpaid me today for that flower. Why don’t we just call that payment for the plant too. You don’t need to do this.”

Jungkook furrowed his brows, his lips pushing out in a small pout. “Why not? I thought we were gonna go eat?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to do this if you’re just doing it because you feel like you have to. That’s not what I wanted.”

“But I’m hungry.”

Namjoon blinked at Jungkook’s response. He tilted his own head a little, as if looking at Jungkook’s face from a different angle would answer what the hell was up with this strange young man he’d somehow found himself involved in.

“Who are you?” Namjoon asked.

���Jungkook? Who are you?”

“No… You… There’s something about you. What is it?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“You say such weird things. And today with the wolfsbane.” He pointed to Jungkook’s hand. “That plant is toxic. You should be sick. But you’re fine.”

“I already told you, I’m not human.”

“That’s what I mean, Jungkook. What are you? Are you crazy? You look human.”

Jungkook smiled softly. He reached out, touching Namjoon’s cheek. “Humans are so sweet. But their minds are limited. I didn’t mean to get you involved. I was mistaken – I thought you knew about us.”

“Us? Jungkook, please. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“You’re not. You just know things you shouldn’t.”

“Stop!” Namjoon snapped, and Jungkook startled, shying back. Namjoon took a steadying breath, raising his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell, I just—You need to stop speaking in riddle. Please, I can’t handle this. I’m sorry.” Namjoon turned, fishing for the keys to the shop to let himself back in.

“Wait,” Jungkook said softly.

“I didn’t mean to make you come out like this,” Namjoon mumbled, struggling to get the key in the slot. His hands were shaking.

“Please wait, Namjoon. I don’t want you to go. You were so kind to me. I didn’t mean to scare you. I… I was like this because I thought you knew what I was. I’m bad at what I am. I always have been. Everyone thinks I’m a failure and now when they find out I revealed us to a human, I—I’ll be a laughing stock. But you were still so nice and I’m sorry I’ve scared you. I was excited about our date. I’ve never been on a date with someone at all… Not just never a human. Please don’t leave.”

Namjoon hesitated as Jungkook spoke, staring at the keys in his hand. He looked over his shoulder, meeting Jungkook’s large, pleading eyes. In the setting sun, they looked far brighter than they’d been in the store, almost amber colored.

“What you are.” Namjoon turned, crossing his arms. “Tell me what you are.”

Jungkook hung his head. “Well, I’m a fairy.”

Namjoon stared at Jungkook. The punchline would come any moment now, he was sure. When Jungkook remained quiet and stoic, his eyes wide as he searched Namjoon’s face, Namjoon blinked.

“What?”

“A fairy. You asked, I answered.”

“But—No, you—Fairies aren’t real.”

“Yes, they are. I’m one.”

“You’re like six feet tall. And you don’t have wings.”

“Well, I do. But I can hide them. They’re far too big to have out and about in the world. Plus, can you imagine what the humans would say? And not all fairies are tiny, that’s just a myth. You humans come up with some pretty silly stuff.”

“You’re insane.”

“Not really. A little crazy, probably, from all the fairy dust, but, not insane.”

Namjoon shook his head, backing up against the door of the shop. “Fairies aren’t real.”

“Well…” Jungkook shrugged. “You’re standing in front of one, so… How do you explain that?”

“You’re lying.”

“I can’t lie. Curse of my kind.”

“Bullshit.”

“I really can’t. Ask me something a human would lie about.”

“I—” Namjoon went quiet, unsure. “I have no idea.”

“Anything.”

“Wh.. Do you cry during movies?”

“Regularly. Something harder than that. That’s nothing to lie about.”

“I have no idea!” Namjoon cried. “You could be lying about anything. How do you prove you aren’t?”

“Should I show you my wings then? Unlock the door. I don’t want another human to see.”

“No, this is nuts. Just… Go.” Namjoon turned, his heart pounding a mile a minute. He unlocked the shop and rushed in, pushing the door closed before Jungkook could enter. Jungkook stood outside, looking at Namjoon through the glass.

“Please,” he mouthed. Namjoon swallowed hard. He shook head.

“Go away.” He locked the door and hurried down the stairs, fear and nerves clouding his mind.

Namjoon didn’t leave the small work room downstairs until the next morning when it was time to open the shop. He rubbed his tired eyes as he climbed the steps, having barely slept. The things Jungkook had said weighed so heavily on him. The boy had to be mentally ill – there was no such thing as fairies. But he’d spoken with such conviction. And he seemed so normal otherwise.

Namjoon went to the door to unlock it, and did a double take. Jungkook was sitting cross legged by the door, his chin to his chest as he dozed. He was still wearing the same clothes from the night before, implying he had not moved from the spot. Namjoon yanked open the door, startling Jungkook.

“What the hell?!”

“You’re back.” Jungkook rose, trying to straighten his wrinkled shirt. “I was waiting for you.”

“It’s morning!”

“That’s fine. I wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Well now I’m just worried.” Namjoon dragged Jungkook inside. “It was cold last night.”

“I don’t feel the cold the same way.”

“Don’t start that shit again.”

“We’re inside. I’ll show you them.”

Namjoon bit back a sigh. Maybe if he humored the kid, he’d let him get some help. “Fine, you can show me, but when you do, then it’s time for you to go. A doctor maybe, or the hospital…”

“Why would I need a hospital?”

“Jungkook – You don’t have wings. You’re… Something’s… Going on.” He tapped his own temple for emphasis. Jungkook only grinned.

“You’ll see. Just wait.”

Namjoon crossed his arms, nodding. “Fine. Show me these wings.”

Jungkook’s nose crinkled. He glanced out the window at the quiet street. Seeming satisfied, he shook his shoulders loose and took a deep breath. Namjoon cocked an eyebrow, wondering what was supposed to happen. Before he could consider saying a word, a breeze shifted through the shop, ruffling his hair and clothes. In front of him, Jungkook seemed to shimmer for a moment before settling. Same black clothes, tousled hair with a streak of rainbow, same crinkly smile… But new was the set of green and blue wings, extending at least a foot above Jungkook’s head and down to his knees. They were heavy looking, thick like the skin of a bat, but at the same time sheer, Namjoon could see the shop through some spots when they shifted. Jungkook’s eyes had changed too – into a bright amber color, vibrant and very inhuman.

He stumbled backwards, tripping over his feet and landing on his ass. Jungkook gasped, moving forward. The wings caught a little air, lifting his feet from the ground for a second. He crouched, looking at Namjoon worriedly. “Are you alright?”

“You—Those are wings!”

Jungkook smiled. “Well, I said I had them. I told you, I can’t lie. Do you like them?”

Namjoon reached one shaking hand up, touching Jungkook’s shoulder first. He extended his arm further, brushing his fingers over one of the wings. It was silky smooth, like the petals of a rose. The wing twitched under Namjoon’s touch and Jungkook giggled a little. Namjoon yanked his hand back.

“It’s okay,” Jungkook said. “They’re just sensitive. It tickles. You can touch them.”

“I’m dreaming.”

Jungkook reached out and pinched Namjoon’s cheek. He hissed in pain. “Ow! What was that for!”

“Aren’t people supposed to pinch themselves to prove they aren’t dreaming? It’s real.” Jungkook rose and tugged Namjoon up, going almost nose to nose with him. “I’m a fairy, Namjoon, just like I said. I’m sorry I got you mixed up. Your shop… It’s the Fairy Garden. I just… I assumed you were a human that could feel our… Presence.”

“Presence?”

“The sight. Like.. Some humans can sense we’re not human and build stuff like this for us. I’ve always been kind of a crappy fairy – I’m not surprised I couldn’t tell right away that you were just a normal human. Are you okay?”

Namjoon frowned a little, his brows furrowed. “No. I mean… I think I’m in shock… I—I don’t want to believe you but…” He touched the wing lightly again, and Jungkook gasped a little this time, stepping closer to Namjoon.

“But this is… I’m feeling this, it’s real.”

Jungkook nodded slowly. “I’m real.”

“So what now?” Namjoon asked. “Do I—Is it safe for me to know?”

“Would anyone you know believe you if you told them? Would you tell them?”

“My best friend maybe… But he’d never believe me.”

“Then it’s safe… But… Namjoon, I still owe you that date.”

Namjoon laughed a little. He let his hand drop. “You should put those away – I could get customers at any second. We’ll talk.”

“Hm… Yes.” Jungkook stepped back. Again, his body seemed to shimmer in front of Namjoon’s eyes, and suddenly the wings were gone.

Namjoon blinked. He circled around Jungkook, touching his back. “Where do they go?”

“They’re just… Away.”

“So am I like… Walking through them or something?”

“No. It’s kind of like folding them up like a bird? But they shrink a little. Lift my shirt up.”

“What?”

“Just do it.” Jungkook reached back and grabbed the hem of his shirt. Namjoon sighed but obeyed, gasping. Jungkook’s back was tattooed with the same intricate designs on his wings, the colors vibrant on his tanned skin.

“Wow…”

“That’s where they go.”

“I—I don’t know how to process this.”

Jungkook turned and smiled, setting his hands on Namjoon’s shoulders. “You can ask me anything, okay?”

“Are you—I mean you’re this… How?”

“I was born, same as you. Just my parents were fairies. We’ve been around for ages, as long as humans – longer probably. We’ve always lived among you guys, you just don’t notice.”

“What do you do?”

“What do you mean?”

Namjoon shook his head. He walked over to the counter and began to set up for the morning. “I mean, in the stories fairies are either good and help or they’re tricksters. So what is it? What magic do you have?”

“Hm, well, we can’t lie. We can fly. We are very good with plants, normally – But I’m not so good… We help the other supernatural creatures among us.”

“Others?”

“Wolves, shapeshifters, chimera, even some lost demons and spirits… All sorts.”

“That’s not all real…”

“Why do think I needed the wolfsbane, Namjoon?” Jungkook went over to the counter and leaned on it. “My best friend’s a werewolf.”

“Isn’t wolfsbane supposed to kill those?”

“That’s a legend. And a bad one. It helps the sick ones. See, he got stuck in his last turn. We can’t figure out why. He can’t shift back, but the problem is if he stays as a wolf too long… He’ll be stuck forever and lose his humanity.”

“That sounds… Awful.”

“It is. The wolfsbane staves off that final shift. But either way. We’re helpers. We also help humans that seek us out, for a price… And I guess sometimes we scare humans who are trying to help.” He smiled almost shyly then, and Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sorry I flipped out. This is so much.”

“I get it. But I wasn’t lying when I said I did want that date. I want to get to know you, Namjoon. Even if you are a human. You feel nice to be around.”

“You… Feel nice too,” Namjoon admitted, surprising himself. “But won’t your… People be mad? You dating a human?”

“Nah. I’m not a very good fairy, like I said. They wouldn’t be surprised. So… Can we try that date again?”

Namjoon smiled softly. “I’d like that… Yes.”

“Tonight?”

“Deal. Six.”

“Okay… But… I have something happening tonight with my people. How about I take you?”

“What? No. I’m—Jungkook, I couldn’t.”

“Why not? Are you scared of us?”

“A little.”

“Don’t be. The only ones you gotta worry about are the gnomes, and they won’t be there. Just my family. It’s sorta a tea party.”

Namjoon chuckled. “A fairy tea party?”

“We’re quite fond of them. And we make amazing food. Please?”

Namjoon looked down at the counter, trying to weigh his choices. Jungkook was… So endearing and now that he knew he wasn’t insane, he really did want to try this. But… Fairies. He sighed. “What do I wear?”

Jungkook grinned. “Casual. But good shoes, we’ll be going into the woods. I’ll pick you up at six.” He leaned over the counter. Instead of pecking Namjoon’s cheek, this time he pressed their lips together.

Namjoon gasped, his heart picking up three speeds. Jungkook pulled back much too quickly, and Namjoon chased his mouth for a second, blinking dumbly. Jungkook smiled.

“Wow…” He bit his lip. “That was nice…”

“Yeah…” Namjoon swallowed hard. “Normally that comes after the date.”

“Hm. But I wanted to know what you tasted like. I’ll see you tonight.” He grinned and hurried out, throwing a glance – and an accompanying laugh – behind him as he did.

Namjoon was twice as nervous as he got ready for dinner that night. The initial failed date notwithstanding, Namjoon had no clue what he was in for with the fairy tea party. He could still feel Jungkook’s mouth on his own though, even hours later, and he longed to not only feel that kiss again… But hopefully get to know the boy that had given it.

As with the night before, Jungkook was right on time, this time wearing a bright, fluffy sweater that Namjoon instantly wanted to cuddle against to see if it was as soft as it looked. He beamed when Namjoon stepped out of the shop.

“Not gonna run from me this time, right?”

“No. I’ve been looking forward to this all day. Are there any customs or… Anything I need to know?”

“Not really. Don’t touch anyone’s wings but mine, we’re all pretty sensitive about our wings. Oh, and there’ll be a few other kinds of beings there… Try not to stare too much, okay?”

“Will there be other humans?”

Jungkook nodded. “Mhm, my Jiminie has a boyfriend who’s a human. He’ll be there. And probably a few others that are close with us. So you won’t be the only one.” Jungkook took Namjoon’s hand and led him down the sidewalk.

“So how far away is this place?”

“Right here.” Jungkook waved his hand in front of them.

“I… Am not seeing anything but the street.”

“Trust me?”

“Well, you did show your wings to me. I guess I owe you trust for that.”

“Good. Hold my hand tight.”

Namjoon scowled but did as Jungkook requested. Jungkook nodded and stepped forward. The air around them seemed to get heavier and tighter, squeezing the breath from Namjoon’s lungs. He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to breathe. Jungkook’s grip tightened, seeming to pull him through the compression, and then it released.

Namjoon dragged in a deep breath, surprised to smell the rich scent of pine and dirt. He opened his eyes, looking around. The sun was still setting, casting a hazy orange glow through a multitude of rich green trees. The ground was littered with blossoms that Namjoon had never seen before, all colors and shades he could imagine. “How—”

“Magic. Welcome to my home. Stay close okay? These woods play tricks on humans. It’s not quite the forests you’re used to.”

“That’s terrifying.”

“Don’t worry.” Jungkook smiled. “You’re safe with me.”

Namjoon nodded, looking around with wide eyes as Jungkook led him down a dirt path. Everything was so vibrant, he was smelling scents he’d never smelled before, the flowers were nearly calling his name. More than once Jungkook needed to tug his hand to keep him from straying toward various bursts of blossoms.

“Can you show me around? These flowers… They’re amazing.” Namjoon said softly.

“Sure. Later, okay? We don’t wanna be late. I’ll take you to all my favorite spots.”

He turned down the path and pushed back a heavy layer of leaves. Namjoon gasped. The woods seemed to open completely into an open field. Despite the setting sun in the rest of the woods, this area was as vibrant as high noon. Tables of various colors were filled with a whole assortment of individuals. There were lot of winged people, fairies like Jungkook, Namjoon assumed. Some looked human, others had ears like wolves or cats, or large antlers like deer. A few children rushed around, flowers in their hair and their skin dark from the sun. A wolf too big to be real was stretched out on the grass, lapping at its front paw.

When Jungkook pulled them into the field, a shorter, slender man with silver hair and a pair of vibrant yellow and white wings raced up to them. His wings flapped sporadically, giving him the appearance of floating on the air as he ran.

“Jungkookie!” He grabbed Jungkook and spun him in a hug. “You came! When you didn’t come home last night we were worried. Were you with…” The boy met Namjoon’s wide eyes. His own were a vibrant blue, startling and icy. “This is the human?”

“Yes. This is Namjoon.”

The boy tilted his head. “You look scared. You’re not…”

“He doesn’t have the sight… I messed up. But he’s understanding.”

The boy nodded. He stuck out his hand. “My name is Jimin.”

“Nice to meet you,” Namjoon said. He shook his hand, still looking around.

“It’s a lot to take in, huh?”

Namjoon nodded.

“Well you’re safe here. My boyfriend is over there.” He pointed to a man dressed in bright colors from head to toe. His hair was a deep brown. “He’s human too. You two might get along. His name is Hoseok. He’s a dancer. What do you do?”

“Flowers.”

“He saved Serendipity,” Jungkook said, taking Namjoon’s hand. He looked over, startled to see that Jungkook’s wings were once again on full display.

“Ah, that was you. She’s doing amazingly now that you worked on her. Thank you. She’s mine,” Jimin said.

“Oh! My honor. Do you grow many flowers?”

“Just a few.”

“I’d love to see them sometime. I really enjoy flowers and this place – I’ve never seen these types of blossoms before.”

“Of course not, they’re from our realm. Humans don’t get to see this unless we let them.” Jimin smiled. “Enjoy yourself. Everything here is safe for humans as well as us, and there are no predators as long as you stay within the field. Don’t go into the woods without one of us or one of the wolves.”

Namjoon nodded his understanding. He watched Jimin walk – more float – off toward Hoseok.

“He’s quite kind.”

“He is. He’s my best friend. Are you hungry?” Jungkook led Namjoon around, introducing him to various individuals and giving him bites of some of the sweetest food Namjoon had ever had the pleasure of tasting. They finally settled at a table, plates filled with various treats and mugs of warm tea that tasted of honey and sweet and rich.

“Is that your wolf friend?” Namjoon asked, motioning to the large wolf he’d noticed when they first came to the field.

“No, that’s Taemin. He’s a wolf, but not my close friend. He just prefers his wolf form. My friend is Taehyung. He’s too sick to come.”

“What do you guys figure is wrong?”

“We’re wondering if it might actually be something human. He was playing in the human’s forests last shift. Sometimes when wolves or other shifters catch diseases that they can only have in animal form, they’re stuck that way until it starts to pass. It’s just been a while and... We’re worried it won’t pass this time.”

Namjoon bit his lip. “This is going to sound strange. But… My best friend is a vet tech. Do you want him to take a look at your friend?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “You think he’d do it?”

“Well… He might be kinda freaked out about it being a big ass wolf but… Yeah, I mean, we could say your friend is like, I don’t know, your pet.”

“Taehyung would kill me.”

“Better than finding out werewolves exist, right?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes up, then chuckled. “I suppose you’re right. Is he… Friendly? Like you?”

“He tries to be some tough guy but he’s sweet. We’ve been friends since we were little. Can your friend move around, or would we have to bring him here?”

“Let me talk to Jimin.” Jungkook rose and hurried toward where Jimin was chatting with a group of shifters. Namjoon watched him go, unable to keep the smile from his face.

Jimin glanced over at Namjoon while the two talked, nodding at whatever Jungkook was saying. He pulled a face of concern, shaking his head. Jungkook shrugged, placing his hands on his hips. Namjoon chuckled a little.

“You like him don’t you?” Namjoon startled, looking up at the man that had addressed him. It was Jimin’s boyfriend, Hoseok.

“What?”

“Jungkook. You haven’t taken your eyes off him.”

“He’s… Yeah. I like him.”

Hoseok sat down across from Namjoon. “Dating their kind is hard, you need to know that.”

“How do you mean?”

“They talk in riddles, they’re impossible to understand sometimes. And they aren’t the best with emotions. Because they can’t lie, they aren’t used to being subtle. They say what’s on their mind. Sometimes it hurts – even if they’re well intentioned.”

Namjoon nodded. “I get that. The riddles definitely. I – He had me so confused the first time we met.”

“I bet. Jimin said you don’t have the sight?”

“Nope. Before Jungkook walked into my shop I thought fairies and wolves and all this,” he waved his hand, “was just the stuff of fairytales. Fiction.”

“There is such a world out there that we don’t know. It’s terrifying and amazing.”

“Is it… This is a strange question but, do they… Feel the same things we do?”

“Oh yeah. Love, sex, intimacy – it’s all the same. Jimin and I are regular old boyfriends most of the time, until we’re here. Then it’s like… Well, look around. Neither of us fit in. You can pick out the humans easy. It’s like there’s this dullness about us. We don’t belong.”

Namjoon looked around, noticing for the first time what Hoseok was saying. He could pick the humans out even without the animal features or wings. They were just less bright.

“Does it… I mean Jimin, he loves you still right?”

“Oh yeah. He does. I trust him wholly. It’s just something that weighs on you a bit, the longer you date one. Just be prepared for that.”

“Of course. Thank you for the advice.”

Jungkook approached, settling in his empty spot. “Scaring him off, Hobi?”

“Never. Warning him about the flirty, flighty nature of you fae boys.” Hoseok thumbed Jungkook’s nose playfully.

Jungkook laughed. “So Jimin thinks we will be okay to bring Tae to your world. It’s safer for ours if we don’t bring in more humans than necessary. No offense to your friend, but…”

“Oh, no I get it. Trust and safety. But you say world like – We’re still on Earth, right?”

“Sorta. It’s like…” Jungkook picked up a sandwich and turned it so the side was facing Namjoon. “The whole sandwich is Earth. This bottom slice is your world. What you see. Where your shop is, where we met. And then… Our world.” He pointed to the top slice. “What you’re in now. Humans can’t get through the filling, so they just assume the bottom slice is all there is. Fairies, shifters – anyone with supernatural blood like us, we can. So we see both. And we can pull humans through it, like I did with you.”

“Why can you guys get through it?”

“Well, we made it.”

Namjoon cocked an eyebrow.

“Magic. It’s all magic. And magic comes from – largely – fairies. Our ancestors, at least. Either way, we’ll pull Tae through to your shop – You have that downstairs area right? Could he stay there while your friend looks at him?”

“Sure, I have a bed down there, he can rest in it.”

“Good. Jimin and I can bring him tonight.”

“Tonight? I should call Yoongi…” Namjoon fished his cell phone out of his pocket, scowling when it didn’t turn on.

“Oh, that doesn’t work here,” Jungkook said, laughing. “Don’t worry – you can call him when you get back. You’ll have a few hours before we get Taehyung through.”

“Should I go back now?”

“Do you want to?”

Namjoon looked around for a moment. “No. But…” He moved a little closer to Jungkook. “I do want to kinda make this more of a date.”

“How do you mean?”

“I want to get to know you. Let you get to know me.”

Jungkook grinned broadly. “Sure. You have my undivided attention.”

Namjoon reached out, touching Jungkook’s hand. He hesitated for a moment before diving in, asking everything from Jungkook’s favorite color and animal to how he grew up. He listened intently to each answer, giving his own in response. Knowing Jungkook couldn’t lie was both comforting and unnerving; he felt like he couldn’t leave things out either, no matter how embarrassing. But Jungkook never teased or taunted, only listened with the same rapt attention and asked questions here and there.

The two talked for what felt like hours. Namjoon was vaguely aware of others around them, milling about, music playing, laughter and some dancing, but their attention remained on one another. Jungkook was by far the most interesting person he’d ever met. And it wasn’t the otherworldliness of him or the general magic – it was just Jungkook. Even the most mundane of stories, Namjoon loved them all. The crinkle of Jungkook’s nose, the way he barked out the most un-fairy-like laughter when he really found something funny, the way he’d shake his head, hair falling over his bright eyes.

As the party wound down, Namjoon knew he had no choice, really. During a quiet, peaceful lull in the conversation, he leaned forward, catching Jungkook’s mouth in a gentle kiss. Jungkook inhaled quickly, his lips curving up into a small smile. Namjoon felt Jungkook’s hands cup his cheeks before he deepened the kiss. Their tongues brushed together, almost timidly, and Jungkook giggled against his mouth. He pulled back, pressing their foreheads together.

“I like kissing you.”

Namjoon chuckled. He reached up, holding lightly to Jungkook’s wrists, hands still on his cheeks. “I like kissing you too.”

“We should do that more often.”

“I agree.” Namjoon leaned in, brushing their lips together once more.

“Hate to break up the party,” Jimin said, clapping Jungkook on the shoulder. “You guys should head back and call his human friend. I’ll start getting Tae ready to move.”

Jungkook rose. “I’m gonna say bye to some friends real quick. Meet you in a second.” He bounced off toward a group.

Jimin smiled, his eyes narrowing. “He likes you.”

“I like him too,” Namjoon admitted. “This is all so… New. I’m still not sure what to make of it, but… I know I like him, and I want to make things work with him.”

“Jungkook is special to all of us,” Jimin said, the threat clear in his voice.

“I believe that. I won’t hurt him.”

“Don’t. The thing about fairies… We’re not all Tinkerbell and glitter dust. We can be dangerous.”

Namjoon met Jimin’s gaze, rising. “I believe that. And I expect no less. If you care as much about him as you say you do, I fully expect you to protect him with everything you have. I’d like to – someday – be able to say the same.”

Jimin’s mouth thinned, searching Namjoon’s face. “I hate that humans can lie. I never trust you.”

“You’re dating a human.”

“And it took me a long time to trust him.”

“Then you’ll grow to trust me, I hope. Perhaps helping your friend will be step one in that.”

“Hm.” Jimin nodded. “Maybe.” He tilted his head a little, smiling then. “You two are cute together. I’ll give you that.”

Namjoon grinned crookedly. “Thanks.”

Jungkook slid up to them, wrapping an arm around Namjoon’s middle. “Ready?”

“As ever.” He nodded to Jimin. “See you shortly?”

“Yes.”

They walked back into the forest, now nearly pitch black, save for the splinters of moonlight filtering through the trees. They walked in silence, fingers twined. Namjoon felt like eyes were watching from every direction – and something about the way Jungkook’s hand squeezed around his own told him maybe he wasn’t so off with that theory. But they made it to the space they’d entered from easily, and Jungkook didn’t need to warn Namjoon to hold tight this time.

The cold air of the night smacked him in the face, the stink of the city rising and erasing almost all but a whisper of the sweet woods he’d just been in. He released Jungkook’s hand and dug out his phone, dialing Yoongi.

“What?”

“Hello to you too, grump. I have a favor to ask you.” Namjoon heard a shuffling on the other end of the line.

“Whatcha need?”

“Can you bring your vet kit and get to my shop? About… An hour?” Namjoon looked to Jungkook, who nodded in agreement.

“My vet—Why?”

“Well… Remember that boy? With the weird plant?”

“Uh-huh…”

“He’s got a pet. A dog. Who is sick. But he can’t really afford vet fees if it ends up being nothing, so I figured maybe… You could take a look? See if he needs to take him to the vet clinic or if it’ll pass on its own?”

“Namjoon…” Yoongi sighed heavily. “Is it up to date on its shots?”

“Uh, hold on… Shots?” Jungkook furrowed his brow.

“I have no idea what can be passed to his kind in that form,” Jungkook admitted, shrugging.

“We aren’t sure. He… Recently got the dog.”

“Alright. Well, I’ll bring along some simple vaccines just in case. Can’t hurt. I’ll be there in a while. Bring him downstairs, hope you don’t mind dog hair on your bed.”

“Not a problem. Thank you for this, Yoongi.”

“Just doing my part to make sure you get laid. Saving innocent boy’s puppies generally helps that.”

“Asshole.”

Yoongi laughed as he hung up, and Namjoon nodded. “Okay, you can tell Jimin to bring him. I’ll leave the shop unlocked and wait upstairs for you guys.”

Jungkook shouldered his way into the shop first, holding the door open for the lumbering honey colored canine. Namjoon gasped audibly, his stomach twisting into a nauseous fear.

“Tha—That’s a big wolf.”

The wolf in question tilted his head, sitting back. He whimpered, nosing Jungkook’s side.

“This is Taehyung.”

Jimin entered, shutting the door behind them. “Where can he rest? Walking tires him out so much lately.”

“Right down these stairs. If he can’t make it… The three of us could probably carry him?” Namjoon offered, though he wasn’t very keen on the idea of carrying a giant wolf – Jungkook’s friend or not. He was far bigger than the other that Namjoon had seen at the party, but even he could tell the animal – boy – wasn’t feeling well.

“Should I grab the wolfsbane plant?”

“No, too much won’t help him any.” Jungkook followed Namjoon to the door, heading down first. He turned, walking slowly backwards to watch as Taehyung began down the stairs.

Jimin held back, looking at Namjoon. “I want to thank you for this. I know it’s probably a bit of a risk.”

“Well, worst thing that happens is Yoongi tells everyone. Nobody would believe him.”

“I suppose not. But still. We’re all worried about Tae.”

“I get it. If I were in your place I’d want to do anything I could for my best friend.”

“And who is your best friend?”

Namjoon smiled. “Yoongi. The man who – I hope – can help yours.”

Jimin nodded. He set a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder and headed down the stairs. They got Taehyung settled onto the bed as best they could, and Jimin gave Jungkook a hug. “I’m going to head back. I’ll return in a while – see if there’s any change.”

“If it’s an emergency I’ll come for you,” Jungkook agreed.

Namjoon walked Jimin out before settling back behind the counter to await Yoongi’s arrival.

When he did show up, Namjoon blocked the steps. “First, a warning. It’s a big animal.”

“It’s a dog, I’ve dealt with big dogs.”

“Well… Kinda.”

“Namjoon…” The threat was clear in Yoongi’s voice, his eyes narrowing. “What did you get me into?”

“It’s a dog. As in, it’s a furry, four-legged creature of the canine variety.”

“There’s a but coming.”

“It’s… Less of a domesticus and more of a lupus.”

“A wolf?” Yoongi sputtered. “You have a fucking wolf in your flower shop?”

“He’s tame.”

“Yeah, they all are until they bite your fucking head off, what does that kid have a wolf for?”

“His cousins had him. He got him a few days ago,” Namjoon lied smoothly as Jungkook came up the stairs. He smiled sheepishly at Yoongi. “I’m Jungkook. I know it’s a lot to ask, but please. He’s family.”

Yoongi sighed heavily. “Well my shots will do no good if it’s a pure wolf. But I’ll see if I can figure out what’s wrong with him. I’m more used to working on, you know, fluffy poodles.”

Jungkook smiled sheepishly. “He’s about as aggressive as one, if that helps?”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” Yoongi pushed past Namjoon, following Jungkook down the steps.

He gasped visibly when he saw Taehyung on the bed. “Holy shit, that’s a big wolf.”

“You know, everyone seems to say that,” Jungkook agreed, going over and stroking Taehyung’s soft ear.

“He’s huge.” Yoongi circled around and crouched, putting his hand up to Taehyung’s nose. “Hey, buddy. So, I’m Yoongi. I’m gonna poke and prod for a bit to see what’s got you sick. I would really, really appreciate it if you didn’t eat me, okay?”

Taehyung made a soft whuffing noise, pressing his nose against Yoongi’s palm. He chuckled and scratched his muzzle. “Atta boy. Don’t feel good, huh? We’ll see if we can get you fixed up without any of those nasty vet clinics. I know they’re scary. And they don’t like treating pups like you anyway. Maybe afraid you’ll scare their kittens.” As he spoke, he opened his bag, pulling out various instruments.

“How long has he been like this, Jungkook?”

“Few days. Since the last full moon.”

“What was he doing before he got sick?”

“Playing. Outside.”

“Fenced yard?”

“Nah, woods.”

Yoongi nodded. He lifted Taehyung’s lip and chuckled. “Oh my, what big teeth you have. All the better to eat me with, huh?”

Taehyung sneezed, and Yoongi grimaced, wiping his hand. “Gross, dude.”

He grabbed Taehyung’s back leg lightly, shifting it up. The movement earned a whine and a warning growl.

“Okay, okay… Settle down.” Yoongi stroked over his side slowly. “Give me a few with him, if you would? You could help Namjoon fetch some water, some gauze, and one of those microscopes I’ve seen him use for some of his plant things.”

Namjoon helped Jungkook with the things Yoongi had requested, watching Yoongi and Taehyung as best he could. Yoongi shouted questions across the shop every now and then about Taehyung’s diet, exercise, and other information, and Jungkook answered honestly, skirting the truth with an ease that surprised even Namjoon at times.

Finally, Yoongi rose, pulling a syringe from his bag. “I gotta get blood, and I don’t want my arm bitten off.”

“What can we do?” Namjoon asked.

“Try to distract him. I know it’s not super great of a choice but I want someone holding his head and keeping him calm. Wolves are strong but he’s sick, so… Hopefully no one gets their face ripped off.”

Jungkook chuckled. He scratched Taehyung’s ear. “He won’t bite me. He’s a big boy, can handle a little needle stick. I’ll stay by his face.”

“Okay. Joonie, I need you to help me with holding his back leg okay? I’ve done this a ton, but not on a dog this size.”

Namjoon nodded. “Just tell me what to do.”

Yoongi motioned around his back. “Kneel behind him and you’ll be holding his thigh. Hold on and I’ll show you in a second.”

Yoongi pulled out a pair of scissors. He stroked Taehyung’s side gently, soothing him as he trimmed away a bit of fur on his leg. “This is only gonna sting for a second, okay, buddy?” He spoke softly feeling around for the vein he was looking for. He grabbed Namjoon’s hands. “Grab here, hold firm and do not let him pull back.”

He patted Taehyung’s side again. “Quick stick then I promise we’ll find a nice treat for you, okay, big boy? Gonna figure out how to make you better.” He inserted the needle as he spoke, wincing when Taehyung whined.

Namjoon grunted, working to keep Taehyung’s leg still as Yoongi drew the blood. He finished, quickly pressing a piece of gauze over it. “Jungkook, wrap that up.”

He moved away, but not before offering Taehyung a scratch. “Good patient.”

“What are you doing?” Namjoon asked, watching Yoongi go to the table to set up the microsocope.

“Well, if he has what I think he has, I should see it in his blood.”

“And if he does?”

“Depends. There’s about four things I think I might see. Each one varying degrees of bad or good. Give me like ten minutes of silence while I figure it out.”

Namjoon went over to Jungkook, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Do you want to go upstairs, or stay?”

“I might make noise, I should go upstairs. Come with me?”

Namjoon rose, watching Jungkook press a kiss to Taehyung’s furry head. “Be right back. Rest, buddy.”

Once upstairs, Jungkook curled against Namjoon, wrapping his arms around him. “Your friend is very kind.”

Namjoon smiled. “He really is. He and I have been close forever. What about you and Taehyung?”

“Pretty much the same. We’ve always been together, with Jimin.”

“Yoongi will find a fix.”

“I trust that.” Jungkook walked away, leaning on the window sill. He looked up at the night sky, sighing softly.

With the moonlight filtering in on his face, Jungkook looked every bit the otherworldly creature he was. His shaggy hair, still streaked with pastel, hung over his face in wild curls. His damp lips were parted, just enough to breathe a soft thread of condensation onto the window, and the pale light highlighted the glow of his rosy cheeks. Though his wings were hidden, Namjoon could almost picture them, splayed and fluttering, lifting Jungkook’s heels from the ground as he gazed off into the stars.

“Jungkook—” Namjoon whispered, his heart pounding a mile a minute. He took a few steps toward Jungkook, almost afraid to break the serene beauty of the scene in front of him.

Yoongi’s piercing shout did that for him.

Both men turned, racing for the stairs and down them. Namjoon missed a step, sliding down the final few as he gripped the guardrail. Jungkook leapt over him without difficulty.

“Taehyung!”

In Namjoon’s bed, where the wolf had previously been laying, was a tall, slender boy. He was entirely nude and shivering, his hair curly and shaggy, the same rich honey of the wolf’s fur.

Yoongi was on the floor a few feet away, his mouthing hanging open as he motioned wildly at the bed. “He—Wolf—I—”

Namjoon rose, putting both hands up. “Yoongi, take a breath.”

“No fucking way!” Yoongi scrambled to his feet, backing up. “What the hell is happening?!”

“You need to calm down. I’ll explain everything,” Namjoon said, approaching his friend slowly.

“Why are you not freaking out?!”

“Because I knew he was a human. Sort of.”

“He was a dog!”

“I was a wolf,” Taehyung stuttered. Jungkook had wrapped him in one of Namjoon’s blankets and was rubbing his shoulders quickly to warm him up.

“Wh— Joonie,” Yoongi whined, panic crossing his features.

“He’s a werewolf, Yoongi.”

“What? You’re playing some prank on me.”

“Why don’t we have a drink… You and I need to talk about some stuff, okay?”

“I—No, this—” Yoongi shook his head. He put his fists to his temples, screwing his eyes shut.

“Should we go?” Jungkook asked softly.

“No. You should stay. I might need your help, explaining. And we still don’t know what was wrong with Taehyung,” Namjoon said. “Just give me a minute.”

He went forward, grabbing Yoongi’s wrists. He brought his fists down and gave Yoongi a shake. “Look at me.”

When Yoongi opened his eyes, focusing on Namjoon, Namjoon smiled. “You aren’t going crazy. I thought the same thing. Okay? But this is real. Listen to me, Yoongi. Do you trust me?”

“You’re my best friend.”

“Do you trust me?”

Yoongi drew in a shaky breath. He nodded. Namjoon nodded as well.

“Then listen. This. Is. Real. On the bed. The wolf you were dealing with. He is still there.”

“But—”

“Shh. He is still there. He’s just a man. His name is Taehyung.”

“How?”

“He’s a werewolf.”

“Joon—”

Namjoon shook his head. “The boy I am dating. The one sitting with him. He is a fairy.”

Yoongi laughed nervously. “Not very nice.”

“Well, jokes are a good sign. Do you want to see his wings?”

“This is a joke.”

“Afraid not. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but we hoped you wouldn’t find out. We didn’t know Taehyung would shift, he’s be stuck in his wolf for a few days because he was sick. We needed a vet. You were the only one I could think of that I could trust.”

“He’s—A were… Werewolf.”

“Yes.” “Will—He won’t—” Yoongi looked over Namjoon’s shoulder at the two on the bed. “I need that drink now.”

Namjoon stepped back, hurrying to his small fridge. He withdrew a beer and opened it, passing it to Yoongi. “Want one, Jungkook?” Jungkook nodded. “Taehyung?”

“I— The medicine?” Taehyung said softly. His voice was deep and rich, with a raspy quality that Namjoon found absolutely mesmerizing.

“Right – Yoongi. What did you give him?”

“An antibiotic.”

“Can he drink?”

“Well, it’s not advised but one beer won’t hurt him.” Namjoon took two bottles, passing them to Jungkook. He took one of his own and settled in a chair near the bed. Slowly, Yoongi stepped over, sitting in the desk chair nearby. He continued to watch Taehyung, his eyes wide even as the four sipped in silence.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” Taehyung finally whispered. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know I was going to shift, but when I started – I can’t stop it. I feel like I hit you – Did I hurt you?”

“No. I jumped back. You just scared me,” Yoongi said softly.

“So what did he have?” Jungkook asked.

“He still has it. But a month of antibiotics should clear it for the most part. It’s called anaplasmosis. I’d guess he got it from a tick bite while he was in the woods. It’s sort of like Lyme disease – He may have it forever, but it won’t bug him, probably. If it does, it’s pretty easy to get rid of with the medicine. I happened to have some in my bag, so I thought I’d give him a dose. It starts working pretty quick, so I didn’t bother waiting.”

“I guess once it hit his blood stream, the shift happened,” Jungkook said.

“So you’re a werewolf,” Yoongi said. “And he’s a fairy. But he’s huge.”

“Hey,” Jungkook said, pouting.

“Not all fairies are tiny,” Namjoon explained, meeting Jungkook’s gaze. “He’s quite beautiful when he’s got his wings out.”

“He can fly?”

Jungkook nodded, his chin jutting out in defiance. “You bet I can. And I can curse you, so don’t be mean.”

Yoongi chuckled a little. “Cute… And you…” He looked at Taehyung. “What is it, were you bit, or? Does silver hurt?”

“Nah. I was born like this. Most of us are. The biting is a wives tale made up by humans. So is the silver thing. We do turn on the moons, but we’re not some vicious killing machines. And we can shift freely, normally. But I was stuck. I’d guess because of the bite.”

“Well, you’re okay now. I’ll have to check your blood in a few days, or if you… Get sick again or shift, or… Something.”

“Right… Is the medicine okay for me to take in this form?”

“Sure, I’ll have to change the dose – You’re smaller as a human.” Yoongi chuckled. “But you should stay here for the night, let me keep an eye on you.”

Namjoon looked over, his eyebrows raised. “Excuse me, that’s my bed.”

“You have an apartment.”

“So you want to stay here with the werewolf.”

“I’m not gonna eat him,” Taehyung complained, pouting a little.

Jungkook giggled. “No, but he might lick you.” He teased. Taehyung elbowed him.

“Well, if you do stay, we should find you some clothes. You might fit into something I have,” Namjoon offered. He rose and padded over to a bag in the corner. “They’re probably wrinkled, I keep them when I stay here instead of going back to the apartment, but…” He fished out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, bringing them to Taehyung. “That way you’re not naked in front of a stranger at least.”

“He’s not a stranger.” Taehyung grinned at Yoongi, his smile bright and boxy. “He saved me.”

Yoongi smiled sheepishly. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Just… Doing my job.”

Namjoon looked between the two and rolled his eyes. “So. I’m going to go home. Jungkook? You’re welcome to stay. Or… If you want to go home with me… Not for that. I mean, unless you want to—But I’m not—”

Jungkook rose, pressing a kiss to Namjoon’s mouth to silence him. He smiled. “You talk a lot. I’ll come home with you.”

He looked back at Taehyung. “You gonna be okay here?”

Taehyung was watching Yoongi, and barely nodded. “Oh, I’m fine.”

“And you?” Namjoon judged Yoongi’s foot with his own. Yoongi nodded. He was doing his best to look anywhere but at Taehyung, but the pink in his cheeks was giving him away.

“See you two in the morning. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” Namjoon called, heading up the stairs.

When they reached the top, Jungkook giggled. “They’re going to kiss,” he said softly.

“Oh, I know it. They might do a lot more than that from the way Yoongi was looking… Once Taehyung feels better.”

Jungkook took Namjoon’s hand. “Do you want to do more than kiss me someday?”

Namjoon smiled softly, meeting Jungkook’s gaze. He nodded. “Yeah. I’d like to.”

“Hm… You should show me your apartment.”

Namjoon’s heart may have stopped for a second. It kickstarted again as soon as Jungkook’s lips brushed his own. “Come on.” He tugged him toward the door. Namjoon smiled crookedly, following helplessly. He locked up the door to The Fairy Garden, and had never been more glad he’d followed his calling. It led him to the man of his dreams, and a world he had never imagined.

[whengreenmeetsbrown]

Here you go! Chapter two for y’all!

Era: Marauders

Ships: Jily and Wolfstar and a bit of Dorlene.

Year: 6th year

Chapters: 2/?

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Chap#02

“Now as I’ve bored you young lot with my long speech, let the feast begin!” Dumbledore announced as he sat down, smiling and waving at the first years as they chattered wildly.

“Marl, pass me the tart please.”

“Zoe! What are you doing with the salt and pepper?”

“Nothing flower! Just-“

“Put. It. Down.”

The Marauders looked at the girls and chuckled. But their attention was diverted as the plans for the party started.

“Should we bring Firewhiskey along with Butterbear?” Peter asked.

“Of course! What’s a party without some alcohol?” Sirius smirked.

“But if we get caught I-“ Remus started but was cut off by James; and when Sirius slowly touched his thigh.

“Moony! You were the one who stopped Evans from ruining our party!”

“Ye-yeah. Okay.” The werewolf stuttered, words not coming out now and staring fiercely at his secret boyfriend. He just smiled mischievously and continued eating.

“James!” A voice called out as he turned around. It was Bella Jones, as she smiled and walked from the Ravenclaw table to the Marauders.

“Bella! How are you doing?” James said as they hugged.

“I’m fine, completely alright.” She said, waving at the friends.

Sirius looked at her and said, “Who’s this pretty young lady then?” Then turned to James and winked. He rolled his eyes as the girl giggled and linked his arms with hers.

“James never told you about me? Shame on you!” She said laughing, her straight hair falling on her brown eyes. “We’re childhood friends! Our parents were friends and lived in the same neighbourhood. So as the boy here was really friendly, I decided to become one!”

“That’s really nice.” Remus nodded his head.

On the other side of the table, Lily narrowed her eyes as she looked at Bella coming from the table. She was a very good and intelligent friend of Lily’s and she liked her. But did she know Potter? They were laughing and smiling and hugging and linking arms and it won’t be a surprise if they start-

“Earth to Lily?”

“Hm?” She looked at Dorcas as her eyes snapped back to focus.

“Am I wrong or were you just staring at James?”

Lily scoffed, “I’m staring at Potter? James Potter?” She laughed sarcastically. “Are you fucking kidding me? Do you not remember what he did to me last year?”

“Well he technically did it no Snape not you.” Marlene pointed out.

“That’s not the point! He ruined our friendship!”

“Your friendship was doomed from the start.” Zoey said munching on her chicken.

“Zoe! Again that’s-“

“If I’m not wrong he still has a big fat crush on you, so you should get to work.”

“I’m sorry what?” Lily exclaimed. “He isn’t crushing on me, he just wants a little bird who he’ll throw after a month, just like he does to all the heartbroken Gryffindor girls out there.”

Suddenly Dorcas banged on the table lightly fortunately not getting attention from the Marauders who were laughing with Bella.

“You listen to me Lily Evans.” She growled surprising her friends. “I know a genuine smile when I see one. I have seen the way the poor boy stares at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, his eyes full of adoration and sincerity. You won’t get to see these later on when there’s a bloody war and we’ll all be dying one by one.”

Lily stared at her friend in shock. Dorcas was the positive one out of them, soft smiles, sweet and kind. She could be a Hufflepuff except bravery outshone it all. Now she was giving her a lecture about snagging some boy before all of them die. Amazing.

“Calm down Dora.” Marlene said in a soothing voice. You could always count on the blonde to add water to the fire. Marlene McKinnon was the girl who could be a total badass. The strong and independent one who already knew her career at the age of sixteen. The best chaser there was on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Potter liked her best(not including his crush on Lily of course) because she was witty in her own way. But when it came to Dorcas, she became a cat, purring and cute and nice. Dora was her nickname for Dorcas as they were childhood friends and knew each other longer. Oh and of course they were in love with each other.

Lily slouched down on her seat. “Yeah you’re right. I should give him a chance. When he stops being such a pain in the ass.”

Zoey laughed, snorting and all. Her laugh was contagious as her friends laughed alongside. This particular person was Lily’s best friend, the one she could pour out all her secrets to. Zoey was a carefree person who only cared about eating and partying and all about boys. She was the only one Lily could actually go for some ‘boy advice’ sometimes as Dorcas and Marlene were clearly interested in each other which meant they were interested in girls.

“Okay see you then guys. Bye!”

Lily turned and saw the Ravenclaw leaving the table. The boys looked at her then at James. “Moving over Lily then?” She heard Remus asked.

James just sat down shrugging. “I am already over Lily.”

The three boys rolled their eyes. “Of course you are.”

At her own table Lily blushed a bit but she didn’t know why. He was a prat so why was she suddenly flattered by it? God help me.

“Moony I need to talk to you for a bit, mind coming with me?” Sirius said.

“Yeah sure.” Remus said absentmindedly, putting a last bit of bread in his mouth.

“See you in the dormitories then?” James raised his eyebrows at this, he could definitely smell something fishy but what?

The boys walked outside the Great Hall and they barely exited when they were pulled in an empty classroom. This wasn’t Sirius oh no, this was the werewolf who was suddenly overcome by the urge to suddenly kiss his boyfriend. He pushed him against the door and closed it, before kissing him feverishly.

Sirius responded such as enthusiastically and enjoyed it too. It was long before they had precious time together being in secret and all. They had decided to tell their best friends but it... it was difficult coming out at the same time so they waited for the right moment. Remus was just getting warmer and warmer until-

“I’m sure it was here somewhere.”

“Shouldn’t we check in the classroom it might be there?”

“Yeah that’s not a bad idea!”

The boys broke apart and looked at each other nervously. Quickly fixing their clothes and hair, the two sat down and pretended to talk to each other seriously.

“Oh Remus! And Sirius too! What are you doing here?” It was Marlene along with Zoey. The boys laughed.

“We were talking about Moony’s health of course.”

“Oh is he alright?” Zoey inquired.

“Yep. I just had a fever in the last few days. Nothing serious.”

With this Sirius smirked and was about to retreat when the girls interrupted.

“Yeah I can’t find the thing here. Let’s go Zoey. See you later boys!” Marlene said quickly glancing at the pair.

With that they were gone. “Let’s be careful next time hm?”

“Life is all about risks love.”

[cyborgsquirrel]

Sanctuary: Chapter 7

Pairing: Wolfstar

Summary: The epic tale of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, from their first meeting until their happily ever after.

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Thursday, 2nd September 1971, 10:44pm

Sirius lay in bed listening to Peter snoring on the other side of the room. The rhythmic rumble was the only sound in the otherwise silent dormitory, but the peace was soon broken by James' voice on the other side of his bed curtains.

'Sirius, are you still awake?'

Sirius sighed, he'd known this was coming. 'Yes,' he whispered.

James pulled back the curtains, climbed onto the bed uninvited, and pulled the covers over himself. Sitting back against the headboard, he looked down at Sirius where he was still lying with his head on the pillow.

'So, what was all that about earlier, with Filch? Why were you so scared?'

Sirius sat up and leant back next to James. Looking down at his hands, he sighed again.

'It was nothing, mate. Don't worry about it.'

James frowned and crossed his arms.

'No, Sirius. I'm not having that. I'm your friend, and friends help each other.' He sighed. 'Look, you don't have to tell me why if you don't want to, but at least tell me what I can do to help.'

Sirius glanced up and searched James' face. His expression was sincere. He was only asking so he could help. There was no sign of an ulterior motive in his eyes. Dare he tell this boy about the thoughts that worried him? That he felt there might be something vile and rotten in his family? Sirius had only known him for a day. Could he trust him? Something deep inside him, some extra sense, screamed that he could and that maybe James could help him.

Sirius averted his eyes before he spoke. The intensity of James' gaze unnerved him.

'What do your parents do if you misbehave?' he asked in a quiet voice.

James hesitated before answering.

'It depends how bad it is. Sometimes they tell me off, you know, explain what I did wrong, why it was wrong and what I should have done differently. They think it will help me "learn", but it's just annoying, really. They never bother to ask why I did it, so their advice doesn't help.'

James shrugged.

'If I do something really bad though, then they might take something away from me for a while. Like when I flew my broom through the house and broke my mum's favourite vase. They took my broom away for a month. Worst month of my life, I didn't do that again. I got them back though, put dungbombs in their bed,' James said with a laugh.

He looked over at Sirius, and his smile disappeared.

'Why? What do yours do?' he whispered.

Sirius hesitated, wondering how much to reveal to his friend. This boy who thought losing a treasured possession for a month was the height of harsh punishment. Who was so unafraid of his parents that he would dare retaliate with dungbombs when they punished him. James would be horrified if he told him the worst of it. Something small then. A single event in the life of Sirius Black, but something that wasn't actually done to him.

'When I was eight,' Sirius said. 'I asked my father for a pet. He thought it was an excellent idea. Thought it would teach me responsibility, so he bought me a dog. I named him Snuffles. He was big and black, and he was my best friend. He followed me everywhere.'

Sirius paused and looked up from his hands. He wanted to see James' face when he told him what happened next. He needed to know if it was as bad as he was beginning to think it was.

'When I was nine, I was rude to my mother. Answered her back when she was listing all the ways I'm a disappointment to the family. She killed him. She cut Snuffles' throat with a severing charm, and he bled to death in front of me.'

Sirius watched as James swallowed. His brown eyes filled with tears, but he didn't break eye-contact.

'Sirius. I am so sorry that she did that to you.'

James reached out and pulled him into a hug. Sirius felt something strange, wrapped up in James' arms. An odd warmth spread through his body, combined with a peculiar, fuzzy tingle.

'It's not right. You know that, don't you, Sirius? What she did. What she does to you.' He squeezed Sirius harder. 'It's not right. But you have me now.'

Sirius' eyes watered when he realised what he was feeling, and the tears spilled down his cheeks and onto James' shoulder. It was understandable that he hadn't recognised it because he had never felt it before.

He felt safe.

-o-o-o-o-

Friday, 3rd September 1971, 8:25am

Remus arrived early to Defence Against the Dark Arts and, choosing a desk at the back of the classroom, he settled into his seat before pulling parchment and a quill from his bag. With everything ready for the lesson, he turned his attention to examining the odd classroom.

The classroom was in the dungeon and had the usual set-up of student desks in rows, facing the professor's desk at the front of the room. In this classroom, though, the teacher had positioned his desk on the left of a raised stage area - rather than in the middle. At the back of the stage, there was a sizable pool edged with white stone. He could see the Black Lake through the window behind the pool. The water's surface was level with the lower edge of the glass. Remus thought there must be an opening in the wall, below the window, which allowed lake water to flood the pool, but why?

The Professor was sitting at his desk doing paperwork, his head bent low over the parchment, and Remus could see a bald spot in the middle of his short, black hair. When Remus had entered the classroom, the professor glanced up from his work long enough for him to notice a lined face and glasses but nothing more. All the teachers knew his secret; it was necessary so they wouldn't make a fuss about his absences and draw attention, but Remus was worried about this one. The Defence teacher would be the most aware of how dangerous he was. He just hoped he wouldn't be too obvious in his dislike of the werewolf in his classroom.

The rest of the class had trickled in while Remus was lost in thought, and when he became aware of the noise and activity around him, he noticed that Sirius and his friends had taken the surrounding desks. Sirius was to his left with James as his partner and Peter was in front of them sitting alone. His eyes met Sirius' and the other boy winked at him before turning back to James. Remus couldn't understand why he seemed so friendly now when he was so awful before. He shrugged, maybe he was misreading the signals. He had no experience with socialising, so it was a distinct possibility.

Remus was startled from his thoughts when the other chair at his desk was pulled out and Lily plonked herself down next to him.

'You don't mind, do you? The girls in my dorm have already partnered up, and I don't know anyone else,' she said, shuffling her chair a little further away from him.

Realising her movements were intended to make him more comfortable, he was flooded with affection for the girl. Perhaps it didn't matter that she was friends with Snape after all.

'No, it's fine. I don't know anyone else either.'

Remus turned his attention back to the front when the professor called the class to attention and introduced himself as Professor Hawthorne.

'I previously worked for the Ministry in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and that is the topic we will be focusing on this year. You will learn all about the various magical creatures you may encounter in your lives, their distinguishing features, traits, strengths and weaknesses. Most important, you will learn how to avoid encountering them at all and how to defend yourself if you do.'

Remus swallowed hard. His dad had worked for the DRCMC too, before the attack. If Professor Hawthorne held similar views, this would be a difficult class for Remus.

'I have recruited an assistant to help me with these lessons. Quite an unusual assistant. But before I introduce them, I will explain. On my arrival at the castle two weeks ago, it did not surprise me to find out that the Black Lake,' he waved his hand towards the window behind him, 'was home to several species of magical creature, but one in particular did catch my interest. I'm sure you have all heard of the giant squid, but I doubt any of you are aware that she is, in fact, a kelpie.'

Several students around the room gasped, including Remus.

'There is no need to be frightened. She is quite friendly, I assure you.'

'But, sir,' James said, 'kelpies are dangerous. They lure people into the water and kill them.'

'I'm aware of the stories. But answer me this. Would you be more likely to tell someone if you saw something dragging people into a lake, or if you saw some people sitting by a lake having a pleasant conversation?'

'Well, the first one obviously, sir.'

'Exactly. There are good and bad members in any species capable of higher reasoning. Unfortunately, people only tell stories of the bad, because the good don't create stories worth telling.'

He looked around at the class, his gaze pausing on Remus for a moment. Remus felt a fluttering in his stomach. Was the professor telling him he would give him a chance? That's what his words seemed to imply, any species capable of higher reasoning, that must include werewolves, he thought.

Professor Hawthorne continued, 'I spoke with Emhio at length. Her home was destroyed by muggles. A previous headmaster allowed her to make a new home here, where she would be protected. She has been living at Hogwarts for over a hundred years and has never harmed a student, but has rescued many that have found themselves in the lake. She is lonely though, and eager to help with your lessons. Please give her a warm welcome.'

Professor Hawthorne waved his wand, and the sound of stone scraping against stone screeched through the classroom. The surface of the water rippled and Remus watched as a young woman emerged from the pool. She had long brown hair and wore a pale pink robe which clung to her skin.

'Hello, students,' she said as she climbed from the water to stand on the stage. She waved and the students all murmured greetings in return, still a little shocked by her presence.

Professor Hawthorne spent the rest of the lesson lecturing on kelpies, and towards the end, Emhio demonstrated their shape-shifting abilities and invited the students to ask questions. Before dismissing the class, Professor Hawthorne instructed them to write an essay on kelpies for homework, due Monday afternoon. Remus groaned, he would have to get that done now if he wanted to hand it in on time.

'It's a free period next. Do you have plans?' Lily asked as they packed their things.

'Thought I'd go to the library, get this homework done so I'm free for the weekend.'

'That's a good idea. Mind if I join you?'

'Not at all,' Remus said.

-o-o-o-o-

'Guess we better get to detention then,' Peter said as they left the Defence classroom.

'At least we're already on the right floor,' Sirius said.

He was still nervous despite James' reassurance the night before. They had received their detention slips at breakfast, informing them they were to present themselves to Professor Slughorn in the potions classroom at 9:45 for an hour-long detention. Sirius had also received a ranting letter from his mother. The contents were no surprise, but they cemented his decision to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas and Easter. Best to put off that confrontation for as long as possible.

'I think it's this way,' James said, pointing down the corridor.

Remus had been absent from breakfast again, Sirius mused, as they hurried down the corridor in the direction they hoped to find the Potions classroom. He hadn't seen him at a meal since the Welcome Feast. The boy must be starving.

They arrived at the right door and James knocked, loud, confident, and unafraid. Sirius wanted so much to be like that.

'Come in,' Professor Slughorn called from inside.

James pushed the door open and walked in, followed closely by Sirius and Peter.

'Ah, hello. Wonderful. You're here for detention, yes?'

'Yes, sir,' James said.

'Right, well. Since your crime involved making a rather large mess, your punishment is cleaning. I have twelve cauldrons in need of a good scrub, the muggle way mind you. They need to be free of any traces of magic.'

Slughorn led them through a door behind the teacher's desk and into a large potions lab. Along the back wall of the room were several brewing stations, complete with cauldrons, some bubbling with potions, others under stasis and a few empty. In the centre of the lab there was a vast work station for preparing ingredients. The ingredients themselves lined two of the other walls in jars, bottles and vials, and sealed behind glass doors. The fourth wall held a cleaning station and Slughorn herded them in that direction, where fifteen cauldrons were stacked in various states of cleanliness.

'Right, I'll leave you to it then. I'll be in the other room if you need anything.'

Slughorn left, and Sirius poked at the cauldrons. He felt relieved. Cleaning cauldrons was the most painless punishment he had ever received. It was barely even a punishment. There was nothing to fear. The Hogwarts teachers wouldn't hurt him and his parents couldn't reach him here. Something changed within him. Something significant. It was as if the sun had risen on his world for the first time; the shadows that had darkened his way for as long as he could remember faded, and he saw the vast expanse of life laid out before him.

Freedom.

The freedom to make choices.

The freedom to be himself.

The freedom to not hurt.

He turned to the others, his friends, and allowed a wolfish grin to spread across his face.

'Twelve cauldrons, three of us, that's four each. Shouldn't be too difficult.' He looked back at the cauldrons. 'How do muggles clean things exactly?'

James and Peter laughed.

'What? You've never had to clean anything before?' Peter said.

'No, we have house-elves for that.'

'Oh. Well, it's not difficult. I'll show you.'

Peter showed Sirius how to scrub the cauldrons, and they worked in silence for a while. Sirius was aware of James and Peter chatting beside him, but he blocked it out as his mind drifted back to his worry for Remus. As far as he could tell, the boy hadn't eaten for over twenty-four hours, and he didn't look like he could afford to skip one meal, let alone four. In Defence, he had looked even sicker than he had on their first day.

'Guys, have you noticed Remus hasn't come to any meals since the Welcome Feast?' Sirius said, interrupting their conversation.

'Huh, I think you're right,' James said. 'Do you reckon he's avoiding you?'

'Merlin, I hope not. It's bad enough that he thinks I hate him. I don't want to be responsible for him starving to death.'

'Maybe he has an eating disorder,' Peter said. 'He didn't eat much at the feast, did he?'

'No, just some rice thing. He didn't seem to enjoy it either,' Sirius said. 'Um… what's an eating disorder?'

'I saw it on TV. Sometimes people stop eating. Because they think they're fat, or they want control over something in their lives, or some other reason. They stop eating or they eat just enough to stay alive.'

Sirius stared at him. 'Okay. But what's TV?'

Peter laughed. 'It's a muggle thing. It's like a box with a window. The muggles record something, and everyone who has a TV can watch it through the window at the same time.'

Sirius blinked.

'That sounds brilliant. But are you sure? My mother says muggles are stupid. How could they make something like that?'

'Ever think your mother might be wrong, mate?' James asked.

'Every damn day, Jamesy boy. Every damn day,' Sirius said, putting his arm around James' shoulders and dropping a wet kiss on his forehead. 'So, if Remus has an eating disorder, what can I do?'

James wiped Sirius' slobber from his forehead and scowled at him, while Sirius just grinned back.

'He might just be avoiding the hall so he doesn't have to see us. We should test that first. Maybe take some food back to the dorm for him?' James suggested.

-o-o-o-o-

Remus strolled down to the kitchens for lunch, thinking about his last lesson. He had been looking forward to History of Magic; he had thought it would be interesting to learn about the past. When the Professor had arrived through the blackboard, he had been even more hopeful that the lessons would be good. How could a ghost teacher possibly be boring after all? Oh, how wrong he had been. Professor Binns must have been the most boring teacher to ever exist. His voice droned monotonously and had a soporific effect on the students. Half the class had fallen asleep, and the professor hadn't even noticed.

Remus had struggled to stay awake himself. It was only two days until the full moon, so he was drained, but he had managed to pull through and get down some decent notes. Near the beginning of the lesson, he had sensed someone's gaze and looked around to find Sirius examining him. That boy paid him far too much attention. He would need to be careful.

He arrived at the painting of a bowl of fruit and let himself into the kitchens. An elf scurried up to him at once.

'Good afternoons, Master Remus. Breen has prepared your lunch for you over here. Follow me, sir.'

'Good afternoon, Breen,' Remus said, following the elf to a small table in the corner of the kitchen.

Teely, the elf in charge of the kitchen, had assigned Breen to Remus duty, and the elf had questioned him extensively on his likes and dislikes the day before. So, Remus was sure whatever he had prepared would be enjoyable. His stomach growled in anticipation.

He sat down and Breen presented him with a plate of steak and cheese sandwiches and a goblet of pumpkin juice. The steak was still warm, and the cheese melted, gooey and delicious. Remus thanked the elf and began eating, Breen stood to one side, waiting in case Remus needed anything else. Remus felt a little uncomfortable with the elf watching him eat in silence. He didn't even blink, just stared at him with those big, green eyes.

'So, Breen. I know the house-elves do all the cooking. What else are you responsible for at Hogwarts?' Remus asked, hoping conversing with the elf would make the situation less awkward.

'Oh, lots of things, Master Remus. We does the laundry and cleans the dormitories and common rooms. We fix or replace broken things and make sure the fires is all lit. I can show you if you wishes?'

Remus agreed, delighted. It would be interesting to see how the elves did things, since he never saw them in the castle, and it would make him feel less like a museum exhibit if he ate while Breen showed him around. The elf led him through the kitchen, the other elves moving to clear a path for him, and to a door at the end.

'This is the laundry room,' Breen said, pushing the door open.

Steam billowed out, and Remus stepped into it and looked around. There were over a hundred baskets lined up in rows against one wall, each labelled with a house name, gender, year and dormitory number. In the centre of the room were several vast buckets of steaming hot, soapy water, the contents swirling around of their own accord.

'We could clean the clothes with magic, but hot waters and soap does a better job,' Breen said, pointing at the buckets, 'so we use magic on the water instead.'

At the other end of the room, wet laundry was heaped on a long table and several elves were drying the items, folding them and sorting them into piles. When a pile got too big, an elf vanished it.

Seeing Remus watching, Breen said, 'We sends the clean laundry to the clean laundry basket in the owner's dorm.'

'How do you get the dirty clothes?' Remus asked.

'The students put it in the basket in their dorm room, when we is ready for it we calls it to the basket here.'

'Fascinating,' Remus said.

'Would you likes to see the storage rooms now?'

'Yes, please.' Remus said, popping the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth.

Breen led him back out of the laundry room and through another door in the kitchen.

The storage rooms were much bigger than Remus had imagined. A network of rooms and corridors that housed every type of furniture you could think of, as well as fixtures and fittings, decorative items and soft furnishings. All of it was clean and ready for use despite most of the items appearing quite old. Remus was not surprised when Breen led him into a room where several elves were busy fixing broken furniture and sewing damaged curtains with enchanted needles. It was clear they preferred repairing to replacing. When he had seen everything there was to see in the elves quarters, Remus thanked Breen for the tour and left.

He climbed the steps to Gryffindor tower, beginning to wish he had been placed in Hufflepuff so there would be fewer stairs involved in his daily life. He needed to retrieve his Herbology equipment for fifth period, and there wouldn't be time to get all the way up to the tower and back down to the greenhouse after Transfiguration. When he reached the common room, he checked the time on the clock above the fireplace. There was only five minutes until class started. He was definitely going to be late. After dashing up to the dorm, he pushed the door open and was pleased to see an empty room.

Remus grabbed what he needed from his trunk at the end of his bed and turned to leave, when he caught sight of something strange out of the corner of his eye. He turned back to get a proper look and was surprised out of his rush for a moment. There was a sandwich sat on his bedside table. He sniffed the air. It was bacon. How odd. He stared at the out-of-place food for a few seconds before mentally shaking himself. He needed to get to class.

-o-o-o-o-

Saturday, 4th September 1971, 1:00am

Something was poking him in the side, and it had better bloody well stop if it didn't want to be punched in the face.

'Sirius, wake up.'

That was James' voice. Why was James speaking to him now? He was sleeping for fuck's sake.

'Come on, Sirius, we have to set-up the joke,' James whispered.

Right. The joke. How could he forget? It was going to be brilliant. Sirius forced his eyes open and blinked at James' face hovering above him.

'Okay, I'm awake. Go wake Pete,' Sirius mumbled.

'He's already up. Can't you tell by the lack of snoring?' James asked with a chuckle.

'I thought it seemed a bit quiet.'

Sirius hauled himself upright and swung his legs out of bed as James jumped back out of the way.

'Get dressed, we'll meet in the common room.'

Sirius grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom to dress. When he was finished, he tiptoed down the stairs to meet his friends for their first big practical joke. The first of many, he hoped. He felt much better about it all after serving his first detention. The punishment for misbehaviour was so mild compared to what he suffered at home that it was laughable. His anxiety about getting into trouble had vanished, and in its place was excitement and a sense of freedom. He was bubbling over with energy like an overheated cauldron.

'Here he is, excellent,' James said as Sirius rounded the last bend of the staircase. 'Are you both ready for this?'

'Yes, sir!' Sirius said, standing to attention. Peter copied him, and then they all giggled, their excitement overtaking them for a moment.

'Right, I have the balloons, and I have something else too. You remember the thing I took from Filch's filing cabinet?'

Sirius and Peter nodded.

'I had a chance to examine it earlier, and it's perfect for this joke, just you wait and see. Right, everyone get under the cloak, we don't want to be caught on the way there.'

They all crammed themselves together, and James swung the cloak over their heads. Walking with caution, they made their way down the stairs to the Great Hall. They saw no one along the way, the halls of Hogwarts were deserted and eerily silent.

Sirius and James left the cloak with Peter at the doors to the Great Hall and went inside. James pulled out the box of balloons, opened it and placed it on the nearest table, which happened to be Gryffindor's.

'Let's get started then,' he said with a cocky grin.

Sirius grinned back and grabbed a balloon. He pulled out the tag, and the balloon began to inflate. As it grew, its shape formed into that of a purple tiger, complete with lime-green stripes. The tiger expanded until it was three times its natural size. When it stopped, Sirius released it and let it float up to the enchanted ceiling, where it bumped against an invisible barrier.

'They're all different, you know, each one is unique,' James said, releasing a gigantic bright yellow mouse into the air.

They continued inflating the balloons for over an hour. At one point, Sirius had inflated a balloon shaped like a black and green striped pig, and it reminded him of the bacon sandwich he had left for Remus in the dorm. He hadn't eaten it. After a tedious afternoon spent learning the theory behind object to object transfiguration and planting wormwood in greenhouse one, they had returned to the dorm to find the sandwich still sat there, cold, stale and unappetising. Sirius had never realised that something as small as a sandwich could weigh so heavily before today.

When the hall was filled so tightly that they could barely move, James turned to him. 'Now for the finishing touch.' He pulled the door open a crack and hissed, 'Pete, get in here.'

Sirius felt the air move against his arm and then Peter appeared, pulling the cloak off.

'Right, watch this.'

James pulled a small vial from his pocket and held it aloft. Inside, turquoise smoke spiralled, creating intricate patterns momentarily, before swirling away into a new pattern. It was mesmerising.

'When I take the cork out, we need to leave fast. As soon as the smoke is released, it will start to animate everything it touches. By morning everything in this room will be acting as if it is alive,' James said with more than a hint of glee in his voice.

'How long will it last?' Sirius asked.

'Depends on the quality. Up to a week.'

'Excellent.'

'Ready?'

Sirius and Peter nodded. Both had their hands on a door handle ready to flee, and James placed the vial on the floor, holding it with one hand while the other gripped the cork.

'Three, two, one, now!' James yelled, pulling the cork out at the exact moment Sirius and Pete pushed the doors open and dashed through. James spun on his heel and hurried out, Sirius and Peter slammed the doors closed and they all breathed a relieved sigh and grinned at each other.

'We're not safe yet, still need to get back to the dorm,' James said.

Peter pulled the cloak out and swung it around their shoulders, making them invisible, and they crept their way back to Gryffindor tower.

Chapter 8 

[perspective-series]

Werewolf Perspective (6/10)

By @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Fighting, injury, talk of eating someone, and fear

(Check the reblog for links to the previous chapters!)

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 Roman’s tail wagged as he watched Logan gather yet another ingredient. He was having so much fun hanging out with his unofficial packmate.

 Speaking of, he had yet to tell Logan about the bond but it was fine. He’d tell him...eventually. “So, what’s the next item on the list?”

The next was perhaps one of the most dangerous ingredients of all. Logan wasn’t planning on retrieving them on his own, but now, with a giant werewolf as his protector… “naga scales.”

 Roman blinked, not having expected something like that. “Well...I do know where those are but it’s out of my territory.” Roman explained. 

“Oh, right.” Logan deflated slightly. “I suppose I should have expected such. I understand if you are unable to help me acquire them.”

 Roman’s ears flattened against his head at Logan’s sad look. Oh, oh no. He didn’t like that. “B-But it’s perfectly fine! We can find a scale on the ground left from a previous molt and we can be in and out of there before the guy even realizes we’re there.” Roman gave Logan a confident smile.

“...are you certain?” Logan asked, noticing how far Roman seemed to be willing to go for what was ultimately Logan’s task. It was admittedly odd behavior. Logan had never experienced anything like it. “I do not wish to push the boundaries of your hospitality.”

 “It’s fine! Really! Come on! Let’s go right now!” Roman grabbed Logan and began to head towards the naga’s territory.

“Why are you so eager to help me?” Logan asked, adjusting his glasses.

 Roman tensed slightly but tried to laugh it off. “Can’t a guy just help another guy out?” Roman chuckled nervously.

“I suppose.” Logan frowned. “But it seems as though you’re going through an awful lot of trouble. Aren’t there other tasks you need to accomplish today?”

 Roman bit his lip as he realized there were some things he had planned on doing today. Refilling their food supply being one of them. But Logan was more important than that at the moment. “Nah.” He lied. “Well, other than relaxing but I wouldn’t exactly call that important. And I am happy to help.”

“I see.” Logan didn’t trust Roman’s answer. It was rare that a wild forest creature would be so inherently lazy. There were always tasks that needed to be done if only to ensure survival. Not to say Roman was a creature, but… well, he was a half-wolf living in the middle of the woods. 

 Roman continued to walk but paused as he was at the barrier between leaving his territory and stepping into the naga’s. With a deep breath, he passed over and kept on walking. He walked a few feet before kneeling down and letting Logan off. “Alright, hopefully there should be some scales down here somewhere.” Roman kept his voice down as he said this and scanned the area to see if he could find anything.

Logan scanned the forest floor as well, not quite sure what size they would be. He began to wander further in, hoping to catch a glimpse of some in the light, though here the trees were so intertwined it was hard for much sunlight to shine down.

 Roman was careful to keep an eye on Logan as he looked but his ear twitched as he caught the sound of something moving not too far away from them. His head snapped over in that direction and he growled.

Logan looked in that direction as well, taking a few steps back towards the wolf. “What is it?” He asked quietly.

 Roman continued to glare in that direction. “I’m not sure.” Roman admitted. He sent a quick glance to Logan. “Stay here, I’m gonna check it out.” Roman carefully stalked in that direction, exiting the clearing and leaving Logan alone for a moment.

Logan felt himself becoming nervous, hand once again going to his dagger. He turned slowly in a circle, trying to survey his surroundings.

 “Well well well. What do we have here?” A smooth voice spoke, seemingly echoing across the clearing. “Seems like the wolf has left his prey alone.”

Logan stiffened, pulling out his weapon. “Who’s there?” His tone was threatening as he whirled around, unable to spot the source.

 The voice chuckled. “Such a cute weapon you have there. What? Have you come to slay a ladybug?” The voice had a slight hiss to it.

“Show yourself.” Logan insisted, becoming unnerved as he had an inkling to whom he might be addressing.

 The voice let out a hum. “Are you sure? You might not like what you see.” 

“And why is that?” Logan asked, backing up. 

 A chuckle echoed around the clearing once more. But this time, it seemed to come from...right behind Logan. “Why don’t you turn around and see for yourself.”

The hairs on the back of Logan’s neck stood up, and cautiously he turned to face his foe.

 Dee towered above the tiny human, his giant half cut off at the waist and turning into a large snake tail. A snake tail that started to make its way around the human. Though not touching him...yet. He leaned down and smiled, showing his sharp fangs. “Well, hello there.”

Logan paled, craning his neck back to look the predator in the eye. Something told him that this naga would not be as forgiving about trespassing as Roman had back in the werewolf’s neck of the woods.

“Ah, hello.” Logan tried to back up, only to find his way had been blocked by more of the massive yellow tail covered in those precious scales. “Apologies for trespassing, we did not mean to disturb you.”

 “Oh, I’m sure you didn’t,” Dee replied. His yellow eyes looking the human up and down. “And tell me, what exactly are you doing here with that...wolf of all things.” He said it as if the word wolf disgusted him.

Note to self: Werewolves and Nagas don’t mix. 

“He offered to assist me in gathering various ingredients,” Logan explained, knowing deception might be worse. 

 “Hmm…” The naga hummed as he started to circle around the human. “Well, it’s a wonder why he didn’t just eat you...Or maybe he is simply playing with his food.” Dee nodded to himself. “Yes, that makes much more sense. So immature.” He shook his head.

Logan gulped, trying to keep his eyes on the creature- or, more importantly now, its fangs. “I’d hardly make a decent meal, I’m all skin and bones,” Logan argued, watching the circle around him grow slightly smaller as the naga drew closer.

 “Yes, you are rather skinny,” Dee said with a raised eyebrow. “You aren’t worth much, which is probably why the wolf wants to get the most out of you,” Dee smirked as he stopped in front of Logan once more. “To bad for him, leaving you alone out here. You will certainly make a decent snack.”

“No, I- I’m inclined to disagree.” Logan felt the blood draining from his face, with one step back finding himself pressed against scales. Where was Roman? He should be back by now. 

 Dee chuckled. “Well, I’m inclined to not listen to what you think.” Dee reached forward, intending to grab the human and finally make him his snack when a loud growl broke through the clearing. Dee didn’t have any time to react as a figure slammed into him, sending them both flying back and away from Logan.

Logan ducked just in time, nearly hit in the head as the two giants went flying. He looked over, heart rapidly beating as he recognized his furry savior.

 Roman had shifted into wolf form almost immediately after he saw the scene of the naga reaching for Logan. He was arguably stronger in that form, so it only made sense. He was on top of the naga, growling loudly. Dee grunted.

 “Well, hello wolf.” Dee wrapped his tail around one of the wolf’s legs. “And goodbye.” He tugged, sending Roman flying off of him and to the ground a few feet away. Roman landed with a small whine, but he quickly got back up.

Logan fell to the forest floor, knocked prone by the sheer force of Roman’s landing. He scrambled to his feet, desperately running back the way they had come from.

 Dee noticed this and tried to get in the human’s way but Roman ran to block his path. “Stay away from him!” He growled in his wolf tongue. And while the human may not have been able to understand, Dee did. He narrowed his eyes.

 “You came into my territory. That human is mine now. So move aside.” Dee hissed out before lunging at Roman again. Roman struggled but managed to throw him off. He was starting to breathe heavily as he glared at Dee. 

 Dee wiped away some blood from his mouth and looked at for a second. “Well, just for that, I’m going to make sure you watch as I eat your little human pet.” He spit out the word as he slithered to an upright position.

Logan’s blood ran cold, glancing over to shoulder to try and see who had the upper hand. It was impossible to tell, considering both contestants were beginning to look a bit weary. He didn’t like the implications that were being thrown around, and briefly, Logan wondered if he’d come out of this alive with either victor.

No, he had to stay vigilant. Just because Roman was a terrifying wolf creature now did not mean that he wanted to swallow Logan down.

 Roman’s growl was harsher at Dee’s words and Roman prepared himself before launching at Dee, tackling him to the ground once more. They rolled around on the ground for a bit before Dee was able to lash out and sink his fangs into Roman’s shoulder. Roman howled in pain but viciously shook Dee off of him.

 Roman bit the end of the naga’s tail, causing the whole body to seize up and curl into itself. Roman took this opportunity to grab Logan with his mouth by the back of his shirt and speeding off and away from Dee and his territory.

Logan let out a slight scream, startled as he felt himself swing back and forth as the world rushed rapidly past. His back muscles tensed, curling in on himself slightly as he felt Roman’s fangs pressed directly behind him.

 Roman didn’t stop until he was well within his own territory. He collapsed to the ground but was still mindful of Logan as he set the human down on the ground gently. He let out a low whine as he tried to move his shoulder. But his eyes were focused on Logan, looking him over for any sort of pain.

Logan paused to catch his breath, getting shakily to his feet. He still felt as though he might collapse, the adrenaline from that scare still coursing through his veins. He turned around to inspect his rescuer, noticing how exhausted the wolf looked.

“Roman...you’re hurt.” Logan realized, looking at the wolf’s wound.

[madlittlecriminal]

just realized i should’ve put limits to my writing...oops:

as in limits, i meant what i write & don’t write. im going to make his clear now, before i get more requests that are out of my comfort zone. NO, it is no one’s fault because i forgot to say anything about my limits. anyway, here’s what i write & don’t write.

edit: the first one for what i don’t write is an addition i didn’t think i would have to add, but i got a request that actually fucked me up emotionally. yes, i cursed because it really did. i nearly had a panic attack

WHAT I WRITE:

fluff: send me anything fluffy as im a walking cliche :D i love writing stuff that’s just soft, happy & positive!

smut: yes, most of my smut just leads to making out as either the requester never says anything about how smutty they want it OR i don’t know if people are 100% comfortable with smut. ~limits do apply~

angst: sad, yes. send me sad things, send me things that’ll break my heart! ~limits do apply~

kinks: send me kinks! it does not have to have smut! ~limits do apply~

any gender/sexual orientation: the reader doesn’t have to be female! don’t be shy to send me anything that has to do with a male reader, gender neutral reader, trans reader, or female reader. you can go anonymous if you’re shy :D

reader being a POC: im Hispanic and have a medium skin tone, so i try making my stories inclusive by not adding any specific skin tones or eye colors (keep in mind that im fine with ANY ethnic background & race. i might have to do some research though)

plus sized: yes, please! we don’t discriminate on this blog. if you do, leave, please & thank you! ~limits do apply~

_____!reader: you want a specific job? a specific age range? a specific role? don’t be shy! im fine with it! ~limits do apply~

pregnancy: it’s the first connection to a mother & her child. it’s beautiful! yes please! ~limits do apply~

Spanish: as i said, im Hispanic. you want a Hispanic/Latinx!reader? request it :D

any language: ill try to use something other than google translate unless you wanna be my translator! :) i don’t mind writing for someone who knows a different language & i certainly don’t mind learning a bit :D

tags: my good friend, if you wanna be tagged, let your girl know with the link in my bio :D i will gladly, with no hesitations, tag your lovely user on each one of my writings. if you want to be a permanent tag or just for the one writing, lemme know :)

forbidden/alternate universe (AU): Y E S! i love these so much, whether it’s writing them or reading them, they’re just so fun cx don’t be shy to send me one if you got an idea :D (high school, teachers student, soulmates, royalty, werewolf, noir, gang/mobster/mafia (~limits do apply for this~) & any other ideas you guy have that follow my limits)

making an ex jealous/fake relationships: my friend, if you want the person of your choice to help make a ratchet (made up or from the same fandom) ex jealous, request it. please. these make me feel like im throwing shots even thought im not. ~limits do apply~

making character jealous: sure! ~limits do apply~

headcanons: send these bad boys in! i don’t mind writing headcanons at all, especially if im busy! :D ~limits do apply~

markings (birthmarks, “beauty” marks, stretch marks): i try to be as inclusive as i can when it comes to appearance. i feel like people don’t write about markings, but if they do, it’s always sexual. ~limits do apply~

glasses: i wear glasses because i have to, so feel free to send these in! reader definitely doesn’t have to be a nerd to wear glasses because im not a nerd :P

WHAT I DONT WRITE:

!!TRIGGER WARNINGS!!

abortions: didn’t think i would have to add this because never in my life has someone requested this, but here we are. umm, i have my own beliefs on this that i won’t share. i actually get physically, emotionally & mentally messed up with this topic

miscarriage: i know people who’ve gone through this and it breaks my heart when a woman has a miscarriage. it’s heartbreaking.

trouble getting pregnant/can’t get pregnant: i know someone like this & it breaks my heart because when you know how badly they want a child, it hurts. women go through this & so do men if they’re deemed infertile.

yandere/dark!____: it just makes me uncomfortable. plus, im a softie. i have ptsd (which ill open up about in the future maybe) & i get terrible panic attacks. no exceptions for this. don’t even care if you want it for a fitting character. take it to someone who’s willing to write it because I won’t & can’t

cheating: your girl has been cheated on, so like...please don’t send these. no, im not a hypocrite. if you read Cheater you know it was just a joke. like literal cheating, i will not write. i will mention it as part of the reader’s past, BUT the reader or the person of your choosing will not be doing the cheating.

purposeful jealousy: this ain’t Euphoria. you all up on someone else while the person of your choice does the same to get one another jealous is toxic. we don’t do that here. we also shun those who purposely flirt with others to rile up their significant other. sorry!

abuse: mentions? they’re fine. i won’t write about what the abuser did to their victim simply because it’ll open an old wound for me & many others as well. discipline is NOT abuse though

parental disrespect: listen, i know people disrespect their parents, but im not writing that. don’t disrespect your parents. it’s not funny, it’s not brave, in fact you’re hurting them & their feelings.

parents disrespecting their children: no. you didn’t deserve it if you went through that. no parent should sit there & disrespect their child like they got the fault for something. everyone deserves respect. respect your elders? respect the youngsters too. they’re the ones that are gonna make a difference in their futures, good or bad.

consensual non-consensual/sexual assault: ill put a warning for a mention, but i will never go into detail with it! don’t send me anything that has to do with that because i will delete the request. i won’t even put it out because i don’t want people getting hurt whether they went through it or know someone who has

sex trafficking/human trafficking: mentions are fine, but im not going to do a whole thing based off of this. it’s a pretty heavy topic as it triggers me even though i never been through it.

forced relationships: this includes arranged marriages. unless the fake relationship is best friends doing a favor like the cliches, that’s different.

cuckolding: that’s a big no! it makes me uncomfortable. im too loyal for my own good to even believe this kink exists, but i will not be taking requests for this

kinks that involve blood or pee: that’s a big no. don’t send me these. not even as a joke.

foot fetish: im not gonna discriminate you if you have this, but i know many people are uncomfortable with this

furry: not discriminating, like if you’re a furry, cool. i just like to be inclusive.

tiktok inspired: i don’t have a tiktok, i don’t watch tiktok videos, im also not a fan of tiktok, sorry.

incest/family relationships: just don’t. don’t even try to send them. you like incest? good for you, but im not writing it. not even between step siblings or step parent x step child. no thanks.

oc or dedications: i only do x reader. don’t ask me for an oc, don’t ask me if i can make the reader just you because i want to be as inclusive as possible. if you do this, ill say no. IF you helped me come up with an idea or anything along those lines, you’ll get a dedication. don’t ask for a dedication if you’re not part of my tag list or my series tag list.

long requests: if it’s long, you basically wrote it. there’s nothing i can do about it. literally, i can probably only add dialogue because if the request is more than one ask, you wrote the story.

racism: i will not have the reader go through an experience of racism if you send me one where the reader is a POC. i won’t do that because the world is already filled with racism. so, i will not accept angst for the reader being a POC. just fluff & smut

angst that involves the reader being plus sized: SEND ME FLUFF FOR THIS! PLUS SIZED PEOPLE DESERVE FLUFF, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD

not just smut that involves the reader having natural body marks: y’all CAN send smut, but like, PLEASE send fluff. don’t underestimate me because i have natural body markings & i do know what it’s like to be insecure about them. trust me, accepting natural body markings DEFINITELY doesn’t need smut involved ;)

anorexia: i know it’s serious, but i can’t write that. it’s honestly heartbreaking.

reader having cancer: it’s too heavy for me...

bulimia: it’s serious, but i can’t bring myself to write that. another heartbreaking topic.

self harm: mentions are okay, but most definitely not describing how they did it.

suicide: hardcore no. it’s serious, but i can’t write it. it’ll physically hurt me to know someone feels like this. i don’t want you guys feeling like you’re giving up. you all have a purpose! please don’t give up. keep fighting because you’re meant for something great ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

death: unless it’s part of a case for Connor, Spencer Reid, Sherlock or Lucifer Morningstar, don’t request. they’re all in a field where they see dead bodies on cases. that’s different. don’t twist my words though because it’s their job to go through cases. they can’t do anything but investigate the crime & do justice.

i think this sums it up. remember, im human. please say, “thank you,” when requesting. please say, “hi” or any way you say it. also, please say, “please,” because it’s basic manners.