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[cassius bellona] us, and now

[HEAVY LIGHTBRINGER SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT] Cassius Bellona/Male Reader Word count: 3.8K words

A depiction of what it would be like to be Cassius's husband. What it would mean to go through what happens to him as the man who married him. Explicitly MLM. In part, you can imagine that Darrow is the husband in reference here.

Hermes: A spinal implant enabled by the technology of the Greens and Yellows of the Rising, empowering the user with the capacity to move at 2 trillion times the speed of light.

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YOU GRAB HIM before he can leave, the metal in your spine triggering the muscles in your body fast. You reach for him, his arm in your grasp. He turns as you tug at him. Cassius meets your eyes with a nonplussed smile already coming to his face, always your man of golden smiles though utterly confused. His teeth end up meeting yours as you lean forward. The muscles and bones in your jaw clack together with his. You cannot hide your desperation, your fear. Your mouth is harsh as it touches his. Needy. For a moment he only stands there as if he can sense all that you wish to say to keep him here, with you. But you are loyal to him and will let him be loyal to himself in making this choice. 

You feel the breath he steals from the air, from you as he inhales sharply in surprise. Then his hands clasp your body and bruise your waist as he drags you in close. You tip backward on your heels as his other hand comes to the middle of the muscles in your back and drag you from your center of gravity. You shiver at the feel of the tips of his fingers digging into the nape of your neck. He anchors you on your feet, because without the hold of his hands and the strength of his arms around you you would already be on the floor with him. You are not afraid to cling to him. You know you will have to let him go. 

Your lips part to take a breath but Cassius does not let you. He searches for your mouth in those nanoseconds and catches the open part of your lips. His breathing is yours. Your fingers find his curls, rough now with oil and dust but still you will remember that this is him, that this is the man the universe let return to you after a childhood and ten years of wishing to be a man who could bask in his love. A war had come in between. Your blade has touched his throat before. His hands have flowed through movements made to kill you in the past. But those minutes of hatred, all that emptiness, are nothing for the moments that have been before this, and the full ache of love that you have for him now. 

His bottom lip is insistent. He drives his mouth into yours as if it would let him take more of you in, let your breaths replace the oxygen he needs. His head tilts. Mouth moves over yours. You let yourself be weak. Let yourself indulge in sharing this love. 

This is the only time Cassius has allowed himself to be greedy in asking for your love. With his chest to yours his heartbeat encompasses every other sense. The pounding rhythm of his heart matches all else in this moment—the desperation of your mouth on his, the fingers you dig into his shoulders. 

You allow yourself one last nudge of your bottom lip to his. Every inch of your mouth meets every nanometer of his, raw from the kiss and chapped from the blistering dust outside. For one final breath, you bask in and fall deeply into the scent of him, the raw musk of his perspiring skin, the tones of lavender in his hair and the heady scent of sandalwood in the shirt beneath his armor. You send out a promise to the worlds. Let this just be another time you get to breathe him in. There will be more.  

You pull away from him. Your eyes remain closed, but already you hear his lashes flutter as he opens his eyes. 

“Why are you crying?” he murmurs in a throaty voice. “Is the man I love so disgusted by my kisses?”

Your laughter is pained. Cut short as the fear grips you again. 

The fear you rip away from you like a physical thing. You will savor Cassius as he is in this moment, not as what he could be in the future that follows. Here, now, you are his, and he is yours. 

Your eyes open as his forehead comes to yours. You drink him in. You have no wishes, no words, no protests—only so much love for the man you’ve hidden and held love for all your life. 

With his gaze bearing yours, he makes a promise to you. “I will return to you, my love. My lover. My (Name). Do not be afraid for me, for I am only a man of love for you.” 

Your heartbeat echoes against his chest. You feel a whisper coming through as your words and strengthen your voice. There can only be strength in the truth you will give him. “I love you, Cassius.”

He makes a noise of pain. As if he can sense that there will be too much coming between the next time he and you get to share these words. “And I, you, (Name). I love you.”

Your hands linger, linked together, as he leaves. The look you share shows a promise.

And even with all the years you had full of love for him, all the time in between, all the words shared, the burdens passed between you, the wounds stitched by the hands of the other, the hours spent trading stories and living the parts you failed to wander through together in each other’s lives, the worlds move on, move forward, and shatter his promise. The worlds continue without him.

Even with your eyes closed against the glow of the holo, the image burns across your retinas, and you know that you are more a ghost than he is now. You trigger Hermes and leap backward.

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LYRIA, an outsider's perspective on how Cassius's husband reacted to his death

“Lyria, twelve spidervenom rounds,” Sevro orders then takes off after (Name). “Volga!”

Volga looks at me. I don’t understand Sevro’s panic. Then the clatter of armor shatters our confusion. Volga bolts from her chair.

“Volga!” Sevro calls again. Something slams into the wall in the adjacent hallway. I rush to the weapons room. Can’t see for the tears. Instinct guides me. All the things Cassius taught me through, helped me learn, maneuver my hands and lead my eyes. 

He can’t be dead. The Lune would never be able to manage. But there he hung, limp and lifeless on our screen. The warmth of him has left the worlds. 

A scream from the hangar grips me. I sprint down the halls, following the noise. Grunts and desperate shouts bounce off the wall of Cassius’s ship. 

“Let me go! I need to get him back!” (Name) screams, metal boots slamming into the floor. “I need to get him back!”

Sevro jerks against his friend as (Name) pulls and strains. The veins in Sevro’s neck pop from his skin. Volga’s eyes are wide with focus, desperation. She understands, as I only just did, what it would mean to let (Name) leave this ship. He’d get himself killed trying to reach the Lune’s moonbreaker, if not mowed down by Lunese soldiers who’d cry with laughter at the chance to have the Marooner’s head. 

He has been a friend to Volga and me from the start. Golden goodness, his heart worse in its purity even compared to Cassius’s. We won’t let him go. I don’t think he knows it yet. For (Name), the logic in his actions clicks perfectly like pieces in a puzzle.

“You need to let me go. Sevro!” His face is wet. Tear tracks slide from (Name)’s cheeks to his chin. “Please! You need to let me get him back. We can’t leave him there!”

Sevro and (Name) lock eyes. (Name) reels away from him, almost shocked by the grim set to his best friend’s expression. He pants with exertion worth fighting against a warlord of the Rising and a battle-hardened Obsidian. He pulls again. Sevro and Volga are lifted clean off their feet, but Sevro hauls him down with a hard grunt. (Name)’s knees buckle. His eyes fall on the floor. Then he turns and meets Volga’s gaze. I hear Volga gasp.

“Volga! Volga, you need to let me go,” he says, screaming again as he begins to recognize that they won’t let him leave. “They killed my husband, Volga, please! Let me get him back!”

Volga breaks open, and whether she knows it or not her grip on him loosens. (Name) launches forward, leaving Volga at the entrance to the hall. Sevro hangs on, yelling at (Name).

“Stop it (Name)!”  he yells. “You’ll get yourself killed up there, you bloodydamn bastard!”

Sevro plants his feet, heels practically slamming into the floor. (Name) strains against him. A broken cry claws through the air, leaving (Name) as he pulls and pulls against Sevro. He drags Sevro forward three meters at a time, practically glitching before my eyes as he activates Hermes again and again. Volga sprints. I move faster than her, for once. Finally at the hall, I leap towards them, momentum carrying me past Volga. 

I drive the syringe into the back of (Name)’s neck. Holding the needle pushing enough poison to knock four griffins unconscious into his bloodstream. He barely even seems to feel it, still swimming against mine and Sevro’s tide as he lurches toward the exit of the Archimedes.

Then his arm goes limp in Sevro’s hold. Sevro clings tighter to him, arms around the front of his torso. (Name)’s eyes flutter. Sevro watches the floor as his best friend slowly slumps into his arms. Then he falls to the floor with (Name)’s body. 

Sevro cradles (Name)’s head, his forehead coming to the back of his neck. He holds the man to his body. They’re so close, in mind and soul, that I know Sevro feels just as much of (Name)’s pain as he feels his own for Cassius’s death. Sevro clears his throat.

“Set coordinates for Sungrave. We need to get Darrow,” he says, taking charge. His eyes are dead. We say nothing of the man who just died in the skies above us. 

I head to the cockpit to pilot Cassius’s ship.

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There are cracks in you that grow further fissured on the day his ship passes through your scanners. The three in your party are men of silence. You more than the two standing next to you as you await boarding permission. There is nothing to share in words. Only in grief. 

Your body remains in another time, in other moments, with each step you take through the ship. You smell the coffee Cassius likes from the percolator in the sparse kitchen area. The machine has been dead for days. All you can remember are his hands turning the knobs, grinding coffee, guiding you through a technique you cannot for the life of you remember. You brace yourself on the counter as you approach the coffeemaker, nearly driven to your knees at the pull of memory and in knowing that you will never share another morning, another smile, another breath with him. He is but a memory, even if he was everything to you.

His fingerprints remain on the percolator. Your own fingers trace over them, sharing a final touch that will be lost to the eternities ahead because he is dead. 

Darrow and Sevro let you take your time. In reality, you are simply too familiar with yourself. You cannot handle the other body that lies aboard the ship.

The Lune had mangled him. Torn your golden boy to pieces. Hanged him from a rope and let his body sway. You cannot imagine the heavy flop of his corpse as they cut the body from the rope to bring it here. 

You do not want to remember him as that dead body. He was Cassius Bellona for his soul. His body has left the worlds, but the man he was will remain with you. 

For an hour, you sit in his bedroom. You don’t visit the holos saved on the ship. Those recordings are only digital, borderline fakes of the actual memory of being with him. You will only be an outsider watching those moments in the bedroom, looking in through holographic glass as you kiss your husband, write a story for him while he rests with his head on your chest. You will have to bear witness to a life you will never live again because your husband is dead.

There are photos on the wall. Printed versions, not holographic renditions. Slowly, you take your eyes off the floor and bring your gaze to the pictures. A broken sob leaves you. 

He is so young in the picture. The golden boy you became brother and best friend to and wholeheartedly bloom with love for. And so are you. The weight of war and broken planets does not hang in your laughing eyes. In his, you are his planet, his universe. The affection in his bright eyes leaves you breathless, as if he were standing before you now, gazing at you with that same love. Across time, across the worlds, past his death, his love remains. 

You remember asking about this picture. Cassius told you this was one of his favorites. 

“I can’t believe you couldn’t tell then,” he said. “You were much like a brother to me, sure. But I loved you for more than that.” He gesticulated wildly at the photo. “Bloodydamn, imagine that! I was looking at you this way for an entire year!”

You also recall the lovely jest he’d made after to let you slip his hand in your underwear. “My most favorite is the one where I have you reaching climax as I ride you.”

Your body leads where your mind cannot. You come close to the pictures, brushing your fingers over the image of your beautiful husband in his youth. It comes to you as instinct, not as a memory. Your fingers move from his chin to his cheek. If he were here now, he would tilt his head into your palm as you reached to cradle his cheek. And for him, that too would be instinct. 

“We were supposed to grow old together,” you murmur to the boys in the picture. “We’re only thirty-four, Cassius.” The sob in your chest punches through your throat. Warmth floods down your cheeks as you begin to cry. “I wanted to have you until a hundred. You promised me a hundred and forty three. Impossible bastard.

“Gods, you promised.” Your knees give out and you hit the ground, hard. And in his bedroom, where he and you once shared love with one another as married men, you unleash your grief. Your sobs leave you as screams.

—

Your best friend sits with his arms propped on his knees at the door to the room Cassius’s body is held in. He leans on the wall, eyes opening as your footsteps fill the room. There is more weight to him now, more even than when he received news of Pax’s kidnapping or Virginia’s capture. You cannot imagine his burden, what the weight of all of his combined grief would feel like. He stands as you enter. 

Darrow doesn’t move towards you. He knows that to touch you would invite hell upon himself. But he is wrong. You reach for him, and he must see something on your face, something more than the grief, something that only he and you share. He moves to you and grips you in a hard embrace. And the tears leave you to stain the home of your lone beloved with your pain once again.

“I—” There is no sense to you. Could there ever even be now, when your husband is gone? “I shouldn’t have let him go. I was right there. I let him go. I let him leave. It's all my fault.”

Darrow stops you before you can continue to blame yourself. He holds you tight against him. 

“(Name),” your best friend, your brother in everything but blood; ArchImperator of the Republic you have given your life to; the man whose son you are third-in-line as godfather to speaks, more solemn than you have ever seen him, “This is not your fault.” 

You hope he can promise you that.

—

He lies there on the cold metal. His eyes are closed. And he is dead. Reds like Lyria or your regular Gray would not be able to smell it. But you know Cassius’s smell, and you know what rot tastes like in your nostrils. It is faint. But it comes from him. You swallow the vomit that races up your throat.

“I’ll leave you two be,” Darrow murmurs from behind you, speaking as if Cassius is still alive. He squeezes your hip, hand lingering. You do not ask him to stay. And he understands there are conversations only you and Cassius should share. 

Even when he has left, you do not break. Seeing Cassius again, even in death, has brought you clarity, though you cannot comprehend it. 

You approach him. Part of you expects him to bolt upright on the table and greet you with a smile. You lurch forward, expectant. But his lips are blue now. Being sent straight into the sun to burn would hurt so much less than this. 

“Cassius,” you murmur. Your voice reaches only your ears. A dead body does not hear.

The feel of him is the same, just a little bit heavier as you grip his hand. He is cold. Limp. Still his fingers are as rough as you remember, hardened by years of wielding the blade he was born to be and manipulate. But to you, these hands held nothing but all the love you’ve felt in your life as his husband.

“You wouldn’t let me apologize, wouldn’t you?” If you were here. “So… so I won’t. In fact, this choice you made let you be loyal to who you are. Isn’t that it, Cassius? You’ve always been true to yourself. We called you a turncloak, two-faced, but everything you did, everything you said, was always honest. You’ve never lied to us. I’ll always be grateful for that.” When he helped kill Octavia, the Sovereign he swore his life to, he did it not because of Darrow’s influence or Virginia’s, but because he felt that it was right—that he would not only be avenging those in his family of Bellona who had been murdered by that Sovereign, but that he would be owning up to becoming a part of what is right. To most, he is the Betrayer. He destroyed figureheads of the Society and the Rising and knocked both off their feet. Though what most cannot comprehend is that Cassius was simply following what he thought was right. He believed Octavia could provide stability to the people, so he killed Ares. She did not, and so he killed her. All Cassius has ever done, he did in the name of honor. Through the grief in your eyes, you look at him with utter pride. 

“My love. I wish you didn’t have to leave. You haven’t even met Pax or Sevro’s daughters yet.” You brush a thumb over the angular apple of his cheek. He is cold beneath your fingers. “We haven’t had our own children. There are so many things we weren’t able to do. We had so much ahead of us, and I can’t help but think that you abandoned me for the rest of it.”

Cassius lived a life of honor. Though he could not honor you and your dreams, the life you could see for the two of you as husbands, he died in the name of being true to what is right. That is why he spoke with Lysander. That is why he died for it. 

In life and in death, you could not love him more. 

“What did you say to him before you died?” you murmur, more to yourself. Maybe part of you has begun to accept that he is dead, and that none of your questions will be answered until you meet him again, somewhere else, at some other time. “I wonder. What did he tell you? What made Lysander feel that hanging the man who raised him for half his life would be right?

“Can I kill him, Cassius?” Would that avenge Cassius? Would it make losing your husband right? If it would, and if you knew for concrete fact it would, you’d put your blade in Lysander in a heartbeat. “He killed you. His brother. My husband. Would he even be able to work with us? Would he be able to see reason, as you did?

“Gods, I hate you. You gave your life to honor. I wish you could have given it to me.” You look away from him for the first time. “I imagined a quieter death for us, Cassius. Our children and Sevro’s and Victra’s and Darrow’s and Virginia’s would stand before Uncle Cassius’s bedside someplace in the woods on Mars, crying because they know that the best man they’ll ever know needs to go. Darrow would cry the hardest and I would have to be the one to pull him away from you. Then I and our children would carry you to our ship and send you to the sun in your last act of honor. Somehow, I would follow soon after.” You wish you could have lived the fullness of that life. Of being a father alongside Cassius and an uncle to the children of your best friends. You wish you could cherish mornings finally off a ship, finally sharing his favorite coffee with him amongst tall trees with grass between your toes, not the metal floor of a warship. To hear his jokes come sincerely as part of this scenery of peace, not with the tense edge of a man afraid of the death that would come for him aboard a ship heading to war or in a cell or on the field amongst soldiers desperate for a kill. You wonder what it would be like to laugh with him in peace, without his jests being a balm to your fear of losing one another in the war.

“I’ve never known peace with you, Cassius.” You nearly break all over again at the thought. But there is gratitude to be found in the life you had with him, a life rife with war yet made full by him. “And yet I’ve known you afraid, hateful, desperate, joyful, happy, content, peaceful. Hah. Honorable." You let yourself laugh for one last time with him. “I’ve known every side of you in war. Though we were never married in a time of peace, I still got to love every part of you.

“Thank you for that.” You press a kiss to his lips. To his cheek. To both his closed eyes. Then to his forehead, where the crest of everything that made him your beautiful husband used to reside. You kiss the golden band on his finger, the one thing that connected you to him as he died. It is your last act of love before you honor him with a Sundeath on your return to Mars. There will be no grave for you to visit. But a light to look up to, until the end of your own days. “I love you, Cassius.”

Fin.

Comment to mourn with me bro AKAKJAKJA I've been mourning since August... Thoughts and prayers for Cassius as well as your own thoughts on how I wrote this are very important to me les go bro 💌 Been rereading Light Bringer to pregame for Red God. Might we see Darrow ask Lysander about Cassius's last words while they fight yada yada? I even hashed out an entire playlist for that scene so I can play all these sad songs while he dies as such listen to "Skyfall" by Adele or the orchestral cover of "Salvatore" by Lana del Ray when you read that scene. This series has been with me since I was 10. I'm shittin' tears bro now your boy is in uni... Ronan out

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Lone Wolf: Master list

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Genre: a/b/o, omegaverse, angst, hurt/comfort

Pairings: poly ot7 x reader; Sope focused

No schedule for my sanity. I'm just trying to enjoy writing again.

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Series warnings: bigotry, including internalized bigotry, negative self-talk, neglect, childhood trauma, mentions of SA

A/n: This story will deal with a lot of internalized negativity about and struggles with society. The plot will contain many events and concepts that have numerous analogies to our own society and multiple interpretations are possible. I certainly have my own ideas, but the only agenda I intend to push is one of self-acceptance and love. I'm open to respectful discourse in the comments. Please keep in mind that I and others are very sensitive and if you want to be mean then be mean somewhere else.

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Hello! This is my fic master list for stuff that I have posted on here recently.

Requests are open!

Fics are below the read more

Warhammer OCs - these link to the mini-masterlist where most fics regarding this character can be found.

Cedric

Nadesir

Sirass

Joth

Zalthes

Trai

Zagan

Deimos

Tallis

Darsas

Hagiel

Lykos

AU fics - these link to posts where the fic links can be found.

Raised On Terra AU: What if the Emperor was able to prevent the primarchs from being scattered throughout the galaxy?

Celestial Seas AU: mer-AU

Cato Sicarius Mind Fleas Fic

Rotten Fate - Typhus x Perpetual! Reader

Hagiel's Terrible, Awful, No Good Mission

Warp Cursed Guilliman G-man gets a "gift" from a warp entity. He's... Not thrilled.

Guilliman × pregnant!Reader: What if Guilliman was married before the Emperor found him?

Aetheric Steam the Astartes Husbandry AU with steampunk goggles

Fem!Guilliman in 40k - A what if where Roboute Guilliman is a woman. Title pending for something better

Glory - Ultramarines enjoying a serf glory-hole. Very NSFW

Tiny!Titus fic series - masterpost containing my tiny!titus fic series

Kinktober 2024 prompt fill list - exactly what it says on the tin

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Marvel Fanfare 1 (March 1982)

Chris Claremont/Michael Golden

Marvel Fanfare was an 80s anthology comics series, designed as a kind of upscale, "serious" comic: double-length, printed on nicer paper, with a rotating set of stories, only available through specialist order. When it launched in 1982, it was with a four-issue main story starring Angel and Spider-Man, and written by Chris Claremont, presumably on the basis that he was then the most attention-grabbing talent they could put on a new title (and because Claremont simply couldn't stop writing stuff): Spider-Man, of course, was also the obvious character with which to launch a new book, though we obviously are reading it because of Angel. It fits in here with Angel having semi-recently quit the team to do his own thing, which turns out to be hanging out on his mega-ranch, making friends with bald eagles and making out with Candy Southern.

That absolutely stunning two-page spread, with panels running across both pages, is how this comic sets the scene. The art is by Michael Golden, the guy we recently saw doing Rogue's debut, and I had some negative stuff to say about his faces and figures then (alongside some nicer stuff about the rest of his work), but here I like his work much more. He also did his own colours, and those colours are spectacular - I really like his repeated trick of bright tones and shades of one colour for backgrounds and flashbacks.

As for what's actually happening in this issue? It's Karl Lykos, baby! I have a certain amount of affection for ol' Sauron, not because he's a good character, particularly - gifted psychiatrist turns psycho energy vampire turns pterodactyl is not, like, a particularly good story, and I hate the Savage Land, where he tends to hang out - but because his original story is from the brief golden age in which Neal Adams drew the pre-cancellation X-Men. We also saw him again in the Hidden Years series but I prefer not to think about that.

Right, that was a lot of preamble. Anyway, Lykos' old girlfriend - who he'd been forbidden to marry back in the day, triggering his spiral into rage and eventual disappearance into a hidden Antarctic kingdom of dinosaurs where he lives out his days as an evil pterodactyl, it could happen to the best of us - comes back and wants to find him again after [mumble] number of years, Angel agrees to help and J Jonah Jameson sends Peter Parker to take photographs of this process because Spider-Man on the cover sells books. It doesn't go great.

That's not Sauron, by the way, that's just a regular pterodactyl, like they have in the Savage Land. This is where this whole quite promising set-up goes south (cos they're in Antarctica, geddit) as I'm reminded that I hate the Savage Land and it's 30s pulp adventures vibes. This is also a story closely involved not just with the original Sauron issues but the other, more recent Savage Land visit (which Angel wasn't present for), in which Sauron was also incidentally involved.

Truthfully this is a very strange story with which to launch this book: it's extremelty closely entwined with some very specific and atypical X-Men backstory, much of it probably not easily available to readers at the time, and Spider-Man is very clearly wedged in there for no very good reason. It's absolutely gorgeous, though.

Eventually - god, this is a long post - Spidey winds up trapped, not by Sauron but by the coterie of mutants Magneto left behind when he abandoned his base here. Again, this is...difficult to care about but it looks stunning, and this stuff is very clearly a direct tribute to Neal Adam's style and mode.

So, that was a weird one. I believe this runs for three more issues, and I'm interested to see where it goes: but also, this is the Savage Land, and I'm grimly certain Ka-fucking-Zar is going to show up, so it's probably all downhill from here.

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SHUT UP HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO VOTE NAWT MY ICONIC DIVORCED PARENTS 😭😭😭😭 I’M PROPELLED INTO THE STRATOSPHEREEEEEE

voting for qoh bc rk would’ve wanted it 🥺 i miss them forever and forever ueueue

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I’m more surprised by how Blue Balls is in the semi-finals

Anyways I’ll be voting for RK, he’s a pathetic wet paper bag of a Lykos lmfao <3

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Yeah, because I’ve read them. Hey, some fics were pretty good.

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… Oops, total containment breach now? Mods I’m sorry, you guys don’t have to eat the spaceship that you promised to—

But onto more important things: RK’s own GUNNER didn’t vote for HIM??? And voted for QoH??? LMFAO THIS IS HILARIOUS. the total betrayal. it feels like he’s cheating. the disrespect for RK. i love it.

Also, Hand, you read QoH x reader fics? Any recs lmao? And did you read the bad boy RK ones?

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So I’m learning from my dash that the Hand himself voted for QoH over RK???? My Treebark ship just sank in two seconds. Wtf.

#BALLSWEEP btw

🥂redkingsboyfriend Follow

Lololol the Hand’s narcissism is really showing. Look at him voting for his pre-transition self. He’s so vain.

@/exterrasexymenpoll can you please remove the Hand’s deadname? It’s disrespectful to transgender people.

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are you fucking for real, believing in the trans qoh/hand theory in this year?? they’re completely different people. shut up and ship treebark lmao

still funny that the hand didn’t vote for his bf and went for his bf’s ex gunner—

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Hey, I know sunblr hates corporations but as the CEO of ConCorp, I feel rather… mystified that I got out in the first round. Was my mad scientist jacket not enough?

Personally I’m surprised that Xisuma Void got further than me. Anyways, supporting the Queen of Hearts.

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??? Look at how much this poll breached containment? First a CC notice, and then a racer notice, and now a fucking CORPORATION??? Mr Cubfan I am So Sorry but I think people were just too excited to vote for the Catmaid—

[dreamingofyouthemanyone]

When They Wonder Why You Chose Them - 11

SCREAMING HHAHAHAHA. HIII IT'S BEEN A WHILE HAHA but omg the game is about the come out, we're finally here, and we've hit an obstacle but we're gonna have faith!! Thank you everyone for sticking up until the end! AHHH IM SO EXCITED!

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Featuring: Members of the Sweeper Guild | Hound Sweeper

Type: Headcanons

Prompt: Each character musing over why did you pick them to be your first partner in this journey

Warning: Pre-Game Launch Character Assumptions

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Amused is one way to put Shiharu’s opinion of the entire situation.

Even since the beginning, he wonders what exactly had drawn him to you. He knows that many see him as a ghost—willowy, translucent, and certainly as vengeful as one if wronged—and he muses if that’s something you find interesting. To prefer a ghost instead of a sun.

He treats you cordially enough at first, close but not so, keeping an imaginary abyss between the two of you, and he doesn’t expect you to take the leap, because why would you? What are your reasons for doing so? Why make the effort when it will bring you neither fortune nor reward?

It’s best, in the end, to keep a certain distance, or else you’ll get dragged into something that you’ll regret and he’ll later have to do damage control for.

Yet, no matter what he does, you’re always there to spend time with him. You attempt to get closer to him beneath the cover of guidance and seeking his help on matters that pertain to your requests. He can see your endeavors in creating a bridge through that bottomless abyss that he’s tried so hard to keep permanent between the two of you, and he protests.

He doesn’t outright ignore you or shut you down, because that would defeat the purpose of him being a catalyst for your future. He wants to help you, not delay your progress, so he does what is needed of him but politely refuses any situations that are superfluous, even going so far as to point out the reasons to support his case.

He doesn’t know whether he should feel frustrated or incredulous when you merely find loopholes against his reasons.

If he doesn’t want to spend more money eating out? Then you can go and buy groceries and make something together at the guild! If he doesn’t have the time to do so? Then you can help him with other matters so that he’ll have more time! And if he tells you that you might not have the skillset for that? Then you inform him that he can always teach you so that the guild will be more effective as a whole in the future!

It drives him somewhat insane, just how persistent you are, and he reaches his tipping point one day and nearly snaps at you—why go so far just to get close to him? His purpose is to support you, to help you reach your full potential by achieving your dreams, and you can’t accomplish any of that if you turn your attention to him, someone who doesn’t even deserve to be considered a person after all he’s done.

It takes him a moment to realize what he’s done, and an apology is already prepared at the tip of his tongue but he’s interrupted by hands coming up to cradle his face.

There’s a heartbroken expression twisting your features, one that he wants to wipe clean off your face, but that determined light comes back to your eyes and you tell him, explicitly, your reasons for choosing him.

Suffice to say, he’s floored by the truth, and something on his expression must show the chaotic jumble of emotions he’s feeling deep inside of him because you embrace him, bringing his face into your shoulder. And, for once, even if it's with reluctant arms and a shaky heart, he returns the gesture.

“Even if it’s me, would you still be willing to hold my hand? … No, you don’t have to answer me. I can already tell by the look on your face. Thank you… From now on, if you need anything, I’ll go and fetch it for you. No matter what it may be.”

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Alma is indifferent to your decision.

And why wouldn’t he be? It doesn’t exactly change anything, aside from having more work to deal with, but even that isn’t too big of a problem. Things have been getting boring as of late, and he appreciates anything that’ll keep him from getting antsy.

But he can’t deny that it’s fun to relive what he’d thought he’d long since given up. Being able to have a reason to journey to places he’s only heard rumors of, to experience the difficulties of travel and the luxuries of a warm bed and meal after a hard day’s at work, and to meet a bunch of strangers that you have no idea if they’ll be a friend or a foe in the long run.

It helps that you’re there too. Your company is surprisingly pleasant to be in, even though you pester him whenever he feels like sleeping in, but you’re fun to talk to and you don’t care all too much about getting a bite of whatever he’s fancying for dinner as you two go over your reports. He feels more energized whenever you’re there, like he has even more reason to fulfill his job, which is something that he both sighs and smiles over.

Karma, on the other hand, feels inconvenienced by your decision and in turn you.

He prefers to stay hidden beneath the stillness of Alma, loath to have any sort of interaction with you, but he forces ripples upon the surface and makes an appearance when you get in the way of his job, sneering at you that it isn’t any of your business, that you have no right to intervene into any of his affairs with confessors.

To him, your requests have been disrupting his duties, making it less and less likely for him to hunt down the guilty and hear their cases before he executes judgement upon their souls. And it’s not as if he can just abandon his duty to you. He’d made a promise to you, and he’d be a hypocrite if he went back on it due to personal reasons, so only you have the right to break it.

Both sides of him can see the bewilderment that appears on your face whenever he switches between his personas, but the desire to understand is there, so he sits you down one night and explains it to you, holding your trembling hands the whole time.

He doesn’t expect you to understand, doesn’t expect anyone to understand why he copes in this way, but his heart does flip into itself when he sees that you’re trying to. He squeezes your hands, unwilling to let go, but the words are out of his mouth before he even knows it—it doesn’t have to be me.

And you understand him, judging by how eyes snap wide open. In any other situation, he would have smirked at how easy it is for the two of you to read one another, but this isn’t just any situation so he gives you a tight-lipped smile. (10)

What seems like hours pass by between the two of you before he sees you clench your jaw, a flash of indignation passing by your the curl of your lips, and before he knows it, you have a hand on his braid, tugging him down to your level and making him hunch over. You tell him, in words that ring out fiercely in his head, that you want it to be him, and whatever thoughts he’d had, whatever thoughts that Karma had of your weak resolve, they crumble just like that.

Why? He’ll ask on another night, because it seems like full moons are the perfect setting for a serious conversation between the two of you. And you’ll look at him as if he’d grown a second head before chuckling, your hands finding his, and this time, it’s you who does the explaining until he understands.

“Aha! You should see the look on your face! Ah, but don’t worry! I won’t drop you, see? I just wanted to try carrying you, but man I didn’t think you’d weigh this much… Kidding! I’m just joking! Aww, don’t give me that look! … You wouldn’t! You promised me that we’d get to try out that barbecue restaurant! I already said I was sorry—!”

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Lykos can see it as clear as day—another obligation to add alongside the shackles lining his limbs.

At the very least, your intentions seem to align well with his objectives, giving him no reason to reject your offer. If you, too, are in the pursuit of foiling whatever schemes evil has in store, then it would only be right to support your cause.

With Shiharu’s permission and assurance that he’ll be fine on his own, he goes out of his way to help you out whenever he can, from day-to-day tasks and up to life-threatening ones. He prefers the latter, and he knows that it shows whenever a conflicted expression appears on your face as you give him the requested details to take care of a harmful entity hellbent on threatening the lives of civilians.

More often than not, these days, he has to resist the urge to pat you whenever you look worried, to offer some means of comforting words to you, but he holds himself back, unwilling to cross the line of professionalism. For all he knows, your concern may be directed to only the civilians in the line of danger, and it would be presumptuous of him to assume otherwise.

His mind is eventually put to rest when you seek him out one day, brandishing a protection charm from who knows where only for you to give it to him with a firm look and an even firmer promise extracted from that he’ll always have it on his body.

He keeps it in a hidden slit on the belt wrapped across his chest, letting it rest against his heart so it’s there where he can first feel the warmth of its magic when it activates.

After that, it’s laughably easy for him to return your gesture. No longer does he shy away from patting your head or giving you kinder words, now that he knows you wouldn’t spurn him like so many others have.

He allows you to worry over him, staying quiet as you fuss over any injuries he sustained in battle that day and letting you run your fingers through his fur as a means to distract you whenever you’re stressed. He finds himself wishing that he can bring peace faster, so that you don’t have to spend so much time tiring yourself out in this battle, but even he’s realistic enough to know that it’s an impossible dream and that the best he can do is to protect you from harm’s way.

He enjoys being with you, more so than he could have ever imagined, and it’s precisely so that he lets you see the more vulnerable sides of him, even if at his own expense. Even now, he can still remember the look on your face when the two of you had visited the orphanage he frequents to in order to donate what spare coin he has and all the children had come running up to him, asking for tosses and climbing all over his body as if he were a playground.

It’s because he trusts you so much that he asks you, as the two of you are staring up at the stars after a long day, why you chose him.

The way your eyes had looked when you’d turned to him could have put the moon itself to shame at that very moment, but as much as he’d want to lose himself in them, he keeps his ears open for your words, raptly listening to you.

He feels even more at ease after that, knowing that even if many gazes look his way and don’t see someone willing to die for their protection, you at the very least will always know. And that’s enough for him.

“You should take this. It’s going to be a chilly night. … Hm? Me? Don’t worry about it. I have my own coat, don’t you see? I’ll be fine…. You do know that we don’t have to share? … If it puts your mind to ease, alright then. But keep close, we don’t want you getting sick.”

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The first thing Daste does when you make the offer to him is to complain.

If it were up to him, he would have outright shut you down. Better to not waste either of your time, right? But Shiharu’s gaze in itself feels like a piping hot brand even across the room, and he’s not stupid enough to ignore what is basically an unspoken command.

He doesn’t make it easy for you, no, because if anyone’s adjusting, it’s definitely not him. He’s already done his part, agreeing to this kind of trouble, and it isn’t as if he rejects any of your requests or goes out of his way to sabotage them. He’s not that much of an asshole.

In the end, he isn’t made to be indestructible nor has he ever wanted to be. It takes time for him to warm up to you, and he doesn’t even realize that he’s grown attached to you until you don’t show up one morning on a day of the week that you usually do and he’s getting fidgety to the point he would have nearly blown up his workroom if not for his mind telling him to doublecheck his mixture of chemicals.

When you drop by the next day, he’s instantly at your side, shooting questions and generally fretting over you. He catches himself when he sees how your expression shifts, and he clamps his mouth shut, getting all red in the face because of his actions.

It’s a turning point in his relationship with you, for him to know just how much he cares for your wellbeing, and he awkwardly stumbles through it in the beginning, not quite sure where he stands in your life because he’s been a total ass to you.

It’s only when you take the initiative to reach out to him once more, this time with the both of you truly open to the idea, that he realizes that all this time, you’ve only really just been waiting for him, and what else can he do but catch up to you and make up for lost time?

And boy, he really does try to make it worth your while. Suddenly, stilted conversations become full of life and grand gestures that it’s hard to remember anything from the past. He shows you all of the combustibles and explosives he has in store, both the ones used for work and the ones used for pure aesthetic, and he offers to show you each one of them with an excited grin and anticipating heart. (9)

The minute you give him the go, he knows exactly what he’s going to show you and he sets it up quickly, telling you to clear up your schedule for tonight, and he’s practically vibrating in his skin as he sits by you, far away from the stack of fireworks he’s arranged in the center of the empty field. He glances at you before lighting the fuse that’s just at his feet.

Seconds later, an unimaginable number of colors burst into being in the night sky, illustrating wide-petaled flowers that trickle down as if drawn with actual paint that hadn’t been given the time to dry. It’s a sight that still makes it feel as if his heart is imploding upon itself, but he risks looking at you, wanting to see your expression.

His breath hitches when he sees the look on your face, something taking hold of his lungs and squeezing it mercilessly. He doesn’t know what comes over him, but when the sounds from the fireworks die down a bit, he can’t help asking you just why had you picked him. Just why had you still chosen to stick around.

Your eyes widen, caught off guard by the suddenness of his question, but your surprise softens into something, dare he say it, loving and you take your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, and you give him your answer. At the end of the night, he can say for sure that it isn’t the fireworks that had made his day.

"Oi, oi, oi! Don't just go around touching things! It's dangerous in my work bench. Give me your hands! ... Okay, good, at least you didn't hurt. Don't do that again, okay? You had me worried for a 'sec there, sheesh."

[notgraceful4]

Ouni, Chakuro, Lykos and Sami x close friend reader:

OUNI:

* He tries to avoid you at first because he is scared that once you find out he’s a daimonas you’ll leave him ending your friendship, but after a lot of badgering on your part he finally allows you in

* It takes a lot of time, but you guys eventually become really close, along with the other friends he made as well

* Even though your really close he rarely shows emotion, but when he hangs out with you if you look into his eyes there’s a little glint of content and fondness

* You both were invited to join Nibi’s group called the moles because Ouni didn’t want to leave you out

* So he asked if you could join as well which Nibi accepted, so you both were in moles together

* Your part of his dream to leave the mud whale and at night time you both sometimes have chats about travelling together once you leave

* But most nights are spent hanging out sitting in silence enjoying each other’s company, basking in the moonlight

* He doesn’t really like you fighting not because he doesn’t think you can’t handle yourself he just doesn’t want to risk loosing one of his closest friends

* He’s even more protective of you when Nibi dies because he doesn’t want to lose another friend

* He tries to lock you up to protect you, but then decides against it when Chakuro talks some sense into him

* He realises it was wrong to keep you confined and you finally witness some real emotion as he tries to apologise for doing that.

CHAKURO:

* You are always seen around the island hanging out with him and Sami

* Your one of the only people he actually shows his writing too because your both, so close

* You always have little talks around the island with him asking a load of questions and you answer them happily

* Even if you don’t know a definite answer yourself, he still very much appreciates that you humour him and don’t tell him to stop

* When he cries at funerals your right by his side putting him into a comforting hug

* He really wants to protect you, but he often finds himself getting knocked down meaning you have to patch him up afterwards

* You also notice Sami’s feelings for Chakuro and your silently rooting for them since you think they would make a great couple

* When Sami dies your instantly comforting him telling him that it will be okay and that you will be there for him every step of the way

* Your also right there beside him helping Chakuro, help Lykos adjust to the island and eventually you, Chakuro and Lykos become quite the trio.

LYKOS:

* You’ve both known each other since you both were seven years old

* Having both of you met from being in the military together and forming a bond from there

* It was you who approached her first though since she prefers to keep to herself you becoming the exception

* Over time you guys can read each other like a book having gone on loads of missions together

* So when you both end up in a mysterious island your right beside her,

* Even though she can fend for herself and doesn’t need to rely on you

* You’ve got your weapon ready just in case ready to throw hands, especially when Ouni comes into the cage your both locked in, but she tells you to leave it that she’ll be fine

* Making you back down

* Your not the only one who’s protective of her, she’s also quite protective of you as well when people found you both on the island she stood infront of you to shield you in case they attacked

* So you wouldn’t get hurt

* After a while on the mud whale it makes you happy, being able to watch Lykos come out of her shell and show more emotions after the affect of Nobus wore off

* You also were happy that she finally let someone other then you in, that person being Chakuro.

SAMI:

* Both of you often spend your time together, taking casual walks around the island, sometimes with Chakuro joining you both

* Other times is spent working together and you can’t skip work or you guys will have Chakuro on your backs

* Her older brother Suoh likes you and thinks your a good friend for her, so he sometimes helps you two get out of work, but not all the time

* Being her closest friend she confides in you about her crush on Chakuro, which your very supportive about

* So you like to do your part and help them, which involves things like making excuses on why you need to leave early

* So they can spend some alone time making them closer

* You both even made a plan together that if they ever get married you will have the most important part at the wedding

* At funerals your giving her a hug even if she’s not crying you can tell she’s trying to hold it back, so hopefully your hugs will make it slightly better

* When she dies your trying to hold the tears back, but you can’t no matter how hard you try

* Your running over to the body to give her one last hug before she departs

* At the funeral you and Chakuro both seek comfort in each other having both been really close friends of Sami

* You also go over to Suoh trying to comfort him since he must be crushed having just lost his sister.

* Since your definitely crushed having lost your closest friend.

[dreamcubed]

girls like me | remus lupin x reader

song; girls like me [will joseph cook] pairing; remus lupin x fem!werewolf!ravenclaw!reader genre; f2l, soulmates, fluff, mild angst word count; 6,7k timeline; marauders 6th year warnings; swearing, implied self harm, assault, injuries (involving blood), insecurities, implied anxiety summary; after becoming a werewolf over the summer holidays, y/n returns to find that remus lupin, a famous marauder, has an air of attraction around him that she never noticed before

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"girls like me don't come around that much."

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Y/N Lykos hadn't been born werewolf. That much was obvious. But she wasn't bitten at an awfully young age, either; she was bitten when she was sixteen years old, in the Summer holidays between her fifth and sixth years. It was a shame really, because the event had occurred during what was supposed to be a pleasant holiday to the very North of Canada, to visit family. Her distant cousins who attended Ilvermorny had warned her about there being a couple wild werewolves in the nearby forest. If only she had listened.

A midnight walk wasn't such a bad idea, right? Just a little time to escape the stress of family gatherings, and ease the mind. Y/N really should have thought more logically than to take the forest path, especially considering her high grades and therefore intelligent brain. But, alas, she did not, and wandered down the snow-laden track with the ice crunching beneath her feet. It was eery, as aside from her cold shallow breaths, her footsteps were all she could hear. Everything was quiet. Too quiet.

Eventually, instinct got the better of her, so she turned tail to begin power-walking back to her Canadian family's hidden castle. They were wealthy family members; of course, Y/N didn't have nearly the same luxury, but she wasn't fighting for money back home, either.

In the turn of a second the silence turned to the sound of twigs and rustling of leaves from the trees just beyond the path. 'It's just the wind,' Y/N thought to herself. The memory of her cousins telling her about the werewolves suddenly hurried back, making her anxiously glance up to the night sky to check and try and feel some comfort. But, there it was in all its glory: the shiny full moon. Y/N felt her breath become shaky, shivers not just from the cold shooting up her spine.

A growl.

That was unmistakably a growl.

Maybe things would have turned out differently if she hadn't frozen in fear.

White fur flashed in the corner of her eye. And then the other corner after the feeling of a swoosh behind her. It was then Y/N's eyes locked on to shimmery blue ones, except they weren't pleasant shimmery. They were glaring into her very soul as if she was just a piece of meat. Which, in all fairness, was probably exactly what she was to it. All she could do was watch as it raised its claw, most likely to take a fatal blow to her, but was cut short by another white furry monster pummelling into Y/N's side and sinking its teeth into her thigh. She yelped in pain, and momentarily accepted fate, when she saw the first werewolf attack the second.

The pair began taking part in a deadly brawl, so Y/N took the opportunity to pull out her wand and send up a massive red flare spark, now the pain had brought her back to her senses. She knew doing any more magic than that could get her in trouble, so instead began limping away with her hands providing some sort of pressure to the wound. It was pure agony, and tears streamed from her eyes while she gained little to no ground.

She must have passed out and been found before the werewolves could cause any more damage, because she had woken up back in the room she had been staying in. The bite on her thigh had been healed over, but a scar that would remain forever was still settled there.

For a solid month after that, everyone had kept an eye on Y/N but wouldn't tell her why. She wasn't dumb, and had figured it out after researching werewolves. There was a good chance that she was a werewolf. In fact, there was a very slim chance she wasn't. Every single recorded werewolf bite case had resulted in the victim becoming a werewolf.

And, sure enough, she transformed on the full moon a couple days before sixth year, during which she accidentally injured her parents. They had contacted Dumbledore on the matter, and he told her he would discuss it in person with her when she was back at school.

Needless to say, Y/N was petrified of the damage she could cause, and the rest of her life as a fucking monster.

***

Y/N was punctual as always with getting on to the Hogwarts Express, meeting her best friend, Lily Evans, in one of the cabins.

"Hey, how were your holidays?" the red-head asked.

"Good," Y/N lied, "How were yours?"

"Great!" Lily's emerald eyes sparkled, "Sev and I spent a lot of time together down by the lake."

The train got going in short time, which was, of course, when the infamous Marauders decided to show up, led by James Potter who came to confess his undying love for Lily yet again. Except, when they all entered one by one with Peter coming in last, Y/N couldn't help but notice something different. Remus smelled good. Like, really fucking good.

His almond-coloured eyes pinned on to her as she stared up at him expectantly. She noticed as his nostrils shifted, as if he were sniffing something. Plus, the atmosphere between them had changed completely: before, it was normal, a sense of mild friendship during their brief encounters. Now, there was an unprecedented tension that couldn't be described.

"So, my Lily-flower, how is life treating you?"

"Bugger off, Potter," the red-head snapped.

"Hey, Y/N," Remus greeted, taking a seat beside her without thinking about it, "What did you do over Summer?"

"I- I went to visit my relatives in Canada," she said with a small smile, but all she could focus on was Remus' voice. Rowena, had it always been that deep and attractive?

"Right, come on, Moony. Evans has kicked us out," Sirius said, pulling Remus by the roughs of his collar. The lanky boy gave one more lingering glance to Y/N, before letting himself be pulled out by his friends.

Lily sighed at her, "Be careful, hun, everyone knows Lupin can be just as bad as the rest of them, despite his 'goody two-shoes' reputation."

"Yeah- I know. Did he always smell amazing?"

"Hm? What d'you mean?"

"Do you think he got a new cologne over the holidays?"

"I don't know."

"And his voice! Has he always sounded like that?"

"Godric, Y/N, are you feeling alright?" Lily pressed her hand to Y/N's forehead, "You actually find a Marauder attractive?"

She scoffed, "Don't act like you don't secretly return Potter's feelings," which made Lily's face match her hair colour.

***

"The password is... violet beans?" Y/N frowned, looking up at the statue curiously. Sure enough, it turned around, opening up a staircase that began moving upwards. She hopped on to it, allowing herself to be taken to the top without any required effort. An oakwood door was before her, so she tapped twice.

"Come in, Miss Lykos."

Y/N opened the door, to walk into the large and beautiful headmaster's office. She stared in awe around the room, as it was her first time having ever being allowed into that secluded part of the castle.

"I believe you are aware of what I have called you here to talk about."

"Yes, professor."

"Right, well, this isn't my first time taking care of a student such as yourself. By the way, I'm terribly sorry about the accident."

"It's- it's alright, professor."

"I have arranged for a secluded locked cellar just several metres into the Forbidden Forest that you can lock before transformation. The mind of a werewolf will not have the capacity to figure out the lock on it." Dumbledore gave her the directions. "Do you think that'll be alright?"

Y/N nodded, "Yes, thank you. I'm sorry for being an inconvenience."

"Oh no, never. You're only an inconvenience if you purposely try to bother me."

"Right, if that's all, goodbye, professor."

"Yes. Have fun settling back into Hogwarts."

Meeting with Lily back in the Great Hall for dinner, Y/N took a seat at the Gryffindor table since no one ever paid any mind to her being there. It's not like she was a Slytherin, after all. "Where've you been?" she asked.

"Oh, Dumbledore wanted to talk to me," she shrugged.

"How come?"

"I'm not too sure, I wasn't paying attention," she said. Lying was something she was quickly getting used to, and while Lily narrowed her eyes at her, she didn't comment further.

"I had my first potions lesson today," the redhead began, "Slughorn gave me constant praise for my amazing potion."

"And that's bad because?"

"It gets a little annoying, and I know it'll just make it hurt more if I fail."

Y/N nodded knowingly, "I had muggle studies and transfiguration today."

"I don't know why you even took muggle studies," Lily scoffed, "Your dad's literally a muggle."

"I like to see it from a wizard's perspective."

"I suppose... hey, have you seen Potter?"

"Why? Gonna confess your love for him?"

Lily slapped her arm gently, "No, he just hasn't pestered me all day... which means he's up to something."

"I'm here, my Lily-flower!" an all-too familiar voice called out, "Did you miss me?"

"In your sweet dreams, Potter."

"Ah, Lykos, darling, how are things going?" Sirius said, surprising her as she hadn't realised he had sat down right next to her.

"Fuck off, Black."

"Harsh."

James laughed, "Come on, Padfoot, Lykos' even more stubborn than Evans. You don't stand a chance."

"Shut up, Prongs."

Unfortunately, Remus was nowhere in sight.

***

If only Y/N had elected to bring her wand to the library with her, she wouldn't be in the dilemma she was currently: attempting to obtain a book on magic history from a significantly higher shelf than her. She had jumped a couple times, but had now paused to glare at the spine of the book as if that would inspire it to cooperate. It's a shame the library magic only worked when putting books back. That was when a familiar intoxicating scent wafted up her nostrils, followed by the presence of someone tall behind her, and then a tanned and scarred hand reaching for the book she had almost declared war on.

"You need this?" Remus' voice said softly, making Y/N turn around and flush. She nodded, nervously holding out a hand to take the book. "You really are short, huh?" he commented.

"You're just freakishly tall," she mumbled, but he heard easily and chuckled.

"You know we're in a magic school, right? You coulda just- ya know."

"I left my wand in my dorm."

Remus raised an eyebrow at her, finally handing over the book but still following her over to the table she had set up camp on.

"What do you want, Lupin?" Y/N asked, but didn't really care for the answer. He was there and that was all that was required for her heart to flutter.

"Nothing," he shrugged, taking a seat.

Y/N began reading a book as did Remus, who had picked a random one off the table. Of course, with her mind being distracted by the words on the page, she was no longer actively suppressing her instinct to shift closer to Remus on the sofa they were sharing. He had leant back against the backrest, while she was hunched over the table trying to ignore his intoxicating scent. Thankfully, when she had already subconsciously shifted a few millimetres, the sound of someone biting down on something hard made her head snap in the direction of the noise. Remus.

And he had chocolate.

He arched an eyebrow at her, knowing that she was eyeing the delicious chocolatey treat in his hand. "I don't share chocolate," he said, "Everyone knows that."

"I know-"

"But-" he cut her off, smirking a little, "-maybe I can make an exception." He snapped off a couple squares and handed them to her.

Merlin, when would this boy mature? But, hey, at least he was sharing his delicious snacks.

"Thank you," Y/N said with an extra sweet smile, accepting the chocolate and biting into it, "Shit, this is good."

"You never had Panselinos Chocolate before?"

She shook her head, "My mum always buys me the mainstream stuff."

"Yeah, but normally only a certain type of people like this chocolate."

***

"Fuck, Y/N, you alright?" Lily asked, jumping back after her arm brushed against her best friend's.

"What d'you mean?" Y/N replied, trying not to let her teeth chatter.

The redhead sighed, "You're in a DADA classroom with a roaring fire right there and you're freezing your tits off- hell, you're freezing my tits off! Seriously, are you okay?"

"Yeah, 'm fine. Just a little cold."

"Not only are you freezing up, but Lupin over there is burning up, and he's the furthest away from the fire- look at how he's sweating! He gets a fever every month, I swear."

Y/N glanced across the room at the lanky boy, just as he turned to look at her with her arms wrapped around her body in an attempt to retain any amount of body heat.

"Oh, Godric, he's looking at you!" Lily whispered.

"For a genius witch you are a bit of a Captain Obvious."

Just as soon as Remus had looked, he had looked away, and resumed with the assigned task. Y/N did the same, but not before taking a minute to squat dangerously close to the fire in a desperate attempt to warm up. She knew what symptoms she was experiencing: it was the first full moon of the school year that night.

Dinner was quite a stressful time, and Y/N kept glancing up at the magic Great Hall ceiling to check it wasn't dark yet. She was tapping the table in anticipation and had hardly touched the scrambled eggs she had reluctantly scooped on to her plate. The sickening feeling in her stomach prevented her from consuming any delicacy, other than the expected craving of very raw meat. Anxiously, she watched as the sky gradually turned to a pinky-orange, and decided that that was her cue to leave. Y/N lied to Lily and told her that she didn't feel well and was going to the infirmary. A special thanks to James Potter for flirting with Lily and therefore preventing her from offering to come as well.

Entering the gloomy Forbidden Forest was less nerve-wracking than Y/N had anticipated. But maybe that was because part of her felt as if she belonged there; after all, she was a monster too. The trap door was in the exact spot Dumbledore had said it was, and had a weird magical lock that she managed to work out quickly: she wasn't a Ravenclaw for nothing.

There was a provided safe for when she had stripped herself of her clothing and wand to lock them away safely overnight, and according to Dumbledore, the room was soundproof, so no one would hear her outrageous howls.

***

Madam Nosokoma, the school nurse, tapped gently on the trapdoor the next day, under which Y/N was lying exhausted, wounded and nude on the floor. She forced herself upwards to pull on a jumper and some shorts, before grabbing her wand and opening the door. "Hey, honey, how're you feeling?" she smiled.

"Tired," Y/N sighed, climbing up the ladder with all the energy she had left. Nosokoma supported her weight as she limped back up to the castle; the pink touch of sunrise brushing against the hints of blue in the sky. Just as she was helped through the doors of the infirmary, she laid her eyes on three of the Marauders crowding round an injured Remus on a hospital bed. They all turned to look at her, their eyes widening in shock at the bleeding scars littered all over her revealed legs, and the blood seeping through the woollen jumper.

Y/N didn't have the energy to acknowledge them all that much, but she was somewhat confused. Remus had always disappeared once a month, granted, but she had never paid much mind to it since they weren't close. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined he was getting injured. Almost like he was a werewolf.

The suspicions settled in Y/N's mind.

"Lykos, what are you doing here?" James asked, but all Y/N could give him was faint smile as Nosokoma began magically patching up her wounds. In fact, she had passed out by the time the bandages were done.

"Is she alright?" Sirius turned to Madam Nosokoma, sparing a glance to his bed-ridden friend of whom was also nearly passed out.

"She'll be fine, she's just had a rough night."

Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs exchanged glances, before looking at Moony to see he was fully out cold.

***

Remus woke up a couple hours later, as he was able to recover relatively quickly since he was so experienced. He laid his eyes on the bandaged sleeping girl a couple beds down from him, and the worst case scenario popped into his head. Had he hurt her? What if he had bitten her? Nosokoma was nowhere in sight, so he cautiously and painfully forced himself out of his bed to stand by Y/N's. Out of nowhere, Nosokoma appeared behind him, gazing down at the sleeping girl as well.

"Did- did I do this?" Remus asked, worry filling his glistening chocolate irises.

"No, Remus, you didn't," the nurse sighed.

He looked slightly relieved, but still confused, "Then what did?"

"That's not my secret to share."

"Okay..."

"Anyway, now you're up, you need to take the healing medicine, so we can get you back to class as soon as possible."

Remus was gone by the time Y/N was awake.

***

"Merlin, Y/N, where have you been?" Lily cried, practically throwing herself on to Y/N. It would have hurt if the wounds hadn't been magically healed over, the only remnants being the scars littered across her skin, that were covered by her chosen baggy school jumper.

"Oh... just the infirmary... I was feeling sick, remember?" she shrugged, taking a seat at the Gryffindor table.

"Yeah, if you define feeling sick as being covered in wounds and blood," Sirius, who was just a little way down the table, scoffed.

Y/N glared at him.

"You what?"

"I'll tell you later, okay? Not here," she replied. She knew she should tell Lily, her best friend, and also that she could trust her with such a hefty secret.

Lily narrowed her eyes, "Yeah... okay..."

***

"You're a- you're a werewolf?"

"Yes, an arctic werewolf- and you don't have to make it sound like an awful thing! I feel shit enough about it as it is."

"Right, sorry, it's just sudden information. Did you say you got bitten while you were in Canada?"

Y/N nodded, sitting down on the grass by the Black Lake and pulling her hands down her face. The Autumn breeze was nipping at her cheeks, but she was too stressed to think about the coldness in her bones.

"Hey, I'm- I'm so sorry you have to go through this..." Lily said, her green eyes laced with concern, "Is there- is there anything I can do to make it easier? Does- does it hurt?"

"I don't know, Lils... and, I mean, it's agony at first but then I black out and don't become conscious again til morning..."

"Animagus!"

"Hm?"

"Animagus," Lily repeated, "What if I became an animagus? My patronus is a doe, which is fairly large, and werewolves only crave human blood. I could help you while you're transformed-"

"I don't wanna put you in danger."

"I don't care, Y/N, you're my best friend! I'd do anything for you."

"Becoming an animagus is difficult."

"I'm sure I'll manage," Lily grinned, "I'm actually quite excited thinking about it- obviously it'll be illegal... I'll just keep it a secret til I graduate when I'll register myself..."

"You're planning a lot from such a brashly made decision."

"Eh, I've been wanting to become an animagus for a while. Now I have a decent excuse."

"Rowena, what would I do without you?" Y/N chuckled.

***

"I think I've finally mastered talking with this mandrake leaf in my mouth," Lily said, sucking on her tongue, "Thankfully the awful taste has disappeared now."

"I can't believe you've had that thing in your mouth all week. How do you eat? How do you sleep without choking?"

Lily shrugged, "I made a potion that I take before bed. It stops anything from going down my throat, other than air, of course. And eating isn't too hard if I push the leaf to the side."

"Ah, my dear Lily-flower, Lykos!" the voice of James called, making the girls turn to see three boys behind him. The Marauders.

"Great. Here's trouble," Y/N muttered. But, she had to admit, seeing Remus did make her go warm and fuzzy inside. The boys joined them in their position in the secluded corner of the library, which really begged the question of how the fuck did they find them?

-two minutes prior-

"Where is Lily?" James whined, trailing behind Sirius as they entered the library to find Remus.

"Maybe you should stop bothering her," Peter mumbled, silently walking behind James.

"There's Moony," Sirius grinned, ignoring the previous topic.

James immediately asked the wolf boy, "Do you know where Lily-flower is?"

"Probably with Y/N."

"Do you know where Y/N is?" James' eyes lit up hopefully, "You've taken a huge interest in her lately!"

Remus looked up from his book, before rolling his eyes, and scrunching his nostrils in a sniff. "Come on," he said, standing up to lead them between the aisles of the library.

"How much of a stalker do you have to be to recognise Lykos' scent?" Sirius laughed.

"Her scent is very distinct." They rounded a corner. "Here they are."

-present-

"Hello, Y/N," Remus smiled, sitting beside her.

"Lupin," she greeted.

"Godric, can't you just call me Remus?" he said. Y/N could tell it had come out unexpectedly, as he normally was quite reserved and much less straightforward around girls.

"O- Okay, Remus..."

He grinned.

Y/N glanced at the book he had carried all the way over, "What's that you're reading?"

"Oh, nothing-" he said, rereading the title of Werewolves: The Concept of Mating. She read the title for the first time herself, and looked back up at him to lock eyes.

"Can I- can I have a look?"

"Oh- uh- yeah... but I'm- I'm not finished reading it..." Remus handed her the book.

She flicked through the pages, skimming over each page until she found one that read Signs of Mating. Y/N paused, and cautiously began to read the bullet points that followed while Remus watched her.

• A mate's scent will be intoxicating and addictive to a werewolf. • The feeling of kissing a mate for the first time will send the mind to euphoria. • Werewolf mates can calm each other down during a full moon. • Something as simple as a mate's touch will instantly be calming. • In rare cases where a regular werewolf mates with an arctic werewolf, the difference in temperatures during the full moon phase will reach an equilibrium when they touch.

"I didn't know arctic werewolves existed," Remus said nonchalantly, "I've always found werewolves interesting."

"Yeah... interesting..."

He looked her up and down, not in a sexual way, but as if he were judging her character. "Why were you in the infirmary last week?"

"I just- I just took a fall," Y/N said, "Why were you in the infirmary?"

"Same as you," he said slowly, leaning closer, "I just took a fall."

"Come on, Flirty Moony," James called, evidently finished flirting with Lily for the time being, "We're off."

"Goodbye, Y/N."

"B- Bye, Remus."

When the Marauders had disappeared, Lily turned to Y/N with a mischievous look in her eyes, clearly suspicious of her and Remus. "So... what's with you and Lupin then?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah, that's what they all say."

"Okay, fine. Is it just me but is he really hot? Like really fucking hot?"

"I mean he's cute, yeah, but, Godric... has being a werewolf made your hormones rage or something?"

Remus hadn't taken the book back, and at Lily's statement Y/N couldn't help but glance down at the page she still had open in thought.

"What is it?"

Y/N handed the book over; she closely examined Lily's face while she read over the bullet points.

"You don't- you don't think...?"

"He's always disappeared once a month... he's covered in scars... he was reading that book... and he kept talking to me as if he knew..."

"Now that I think about it... it does make a lot of sense," Lily pondered, "In fact... it seems unlikely that he isn't a werewolf. But, wait... are you implying you think he's your mate?"

"...Yes?"

***

The tension between Remus Lupin and Y/N Lykos truly was something else: they would look at each other and feel their collective breaths hitch, and their hands would brush against each other and they would melt. Y/N didn't exactly know how to start a werewolf conversation, so left it, but, of course, the next full moon came around. It was the evening of the day of the full moon, and Y/N could feel her body freezing over. Lily had gotten too concerned and dragged her into the Gryffindor common room. McGonagall hadn't said anything as she was aware of Y/N's current condition.

Lily tried her best to wrap her best friend up in jumpers, blankets and with a hot chocolate by the fire, but Y/N was still shivering uncontrollably. She was showing no signs of warming up whatsoever. "It's- it's get-ting worse..." she chattered, curling into an even tighter ball, "I'm so- so c- cold."

The redhead looked around distressingly, until she remembered what she saw in the werewolf book about mates. If Remus was indeed a werewolf and also Y/N's mate, he would be able to equalise their temperatures. The Marauders were messing around at the other end of the common room, and Lily couldn't help but notice how Remus was practically passed out on the sofa, sweat droplets on his forehead. He was covered in ice packs, but they clearly weren't doing anything. "Y/N, I've got a better idea."

"What?"

Lily took the hot chocolate out of Y/N's hand and pulled her out from underneath the layers, dragging her all the way over to the boys while trying to ignore the fact her hand was freezing up. "Oh! My Lily-flower came to me!" James gasped.

"Shut up, Potter," she snapped, turning to Remus, "What's up with Lupin?"

"He's got a fever," Sirius said.

"Bullshit," Lily muttered, making all the boys' eyes snap towards her, including Remus'. She placed the hot chocolate on the table, and forcefully pushed Y/N to fall on to Remus' lap. If she hadn't been so cold, she would probably have blushed.

"Oh my Godric, you are literally a block of ice," Remus' eyes widened. He had never felt relief from his hot spells before.

"And you are so fucking hot," Y/N muttered, but immediately cringed at her choice of words. All the words to use for 'warm', and she chose the one with sexual connotations?

Thankfully, he said nothing on the matter, as he was too focused on the temperature relief he was finally feeling. Y/N glanced up in shock when she felt Remus' warm calloused hands cup her cheeks, but he wasn't looking at her. His eyes were closed and his head was resting on the back of the settee. She let out a small breath, feeling her blood warm up, which allowed a blush to rise to her cheeks. In a split second rushed decision, Y/N buried her face into Remus' chest, causing him to react by tightly securing her in his arms.

"Well then," James said, "Does this mean you will be hanging around with us more, future Mrs Potter?"

Lily glared at him, "In your sweet dreams."

"Is Lykos alright?" Sirius asked, seemingly more curious than concerned, "She looked like she'd just trekked through the Arctic."

"She's just got the shivers."

"Bullshit. What is it really, Lykos?" Sirius turned to look at the girl curled up on Remus' lap. Unfortunately, she couldn't respond, because she was fast asleep on top of the only source of warmth she required. Remus appeared to have drifted off as well.

***

"The sun's setting," James suddenly said, shaking his sleeping friend with a sense of panic.

"So?" Lily said calmly, trying to hide the fact she was worried that Y/N needed to get outside.

"So, we've got... plans..." Potter continued, managing to wake up both of the werewolves, "Moony, come on, it's almost dark."

"Shit," the boy cursed, carefully pushing a yawning Y/N off of him, "Sorry, I have to go."

Y/N's eyes snapped open as she finally registered what the others were saying. She, too, muttered a, "Shit," and jumped off the sofa to run over to the portrait hole. Lily didn't follow, since she wasn't yet an animagus, but the boys ran after her for a reason she was too worried to think about.

Once out the castle, Y/N sprinted down the grassy slope, nearly tripping on the way, to enter the Forbidden Forest. The Marauders watched from the top of the hill as she ran, piecing together what was happening. "You don't- you don't think she's...?" James trailed off.

"Yeah... Yeah, I think she is," Remus replied, "Anyway, we'll worry about that tomorrow."

They all nodded, before sprinting over to the Walloping Willow.

***

Madam Nosokoma came to collect Y/N earlier than she did the previous full moon, and as they walked up the hill, the boys were also supporting a wounded Remus on the way to the castle. "R- Remus..." she murmured, before passing out entirely due to blood loss and exhaustion.

The infirmary time went pretty much like the previous one, but what came after was different. Both of them were pretty sure that the other was a werewolf, but how exactly does one start up such a conversation? They weren't close enough to justify telling the other they were a werewolf for the sole reason of trusting them, and it's a little too insensitive to just ask 'hey, are you a werewolf?'.

And, so, the following month consisted of intense avoidance between both the Marauders and Y/N, since there were things that had to be said that couldn't be said. But, in more positive news, Lily successfully became a doe animagus, and was clearly ecstatic at her new ability. "I can help you now!" she had beamed.

Until, it was, again, the evening of the full moon, and Remus cornered Y/N in the library while visibly sweating. "Remus..." she mumbled, trying to suppress a shiver, "What-" she gulped, "-what do you want?"

"Come with me," he said, holding out his hand. Y/N glanced at the darkening sky outside, but still apprehensively accepted his offer, which allowed Remus to drag her out of the library. He dragged her all the way out of the castle, until they were outside standing on the grass.

"Remus- I- I have somewhere I need to be-" she said, watching the last bit of sun fall under the horizon.

"So do I," he said, tightening his grip on her hand, "What are you? Scared of the dark?"

"N- No-" she whispered, witnessing in pure horror as the white sphere peeked over into the pool of white-speckled navy blue.

"Y/N!" Lily's voice called from behind, followed by her grabbing Y/N's wrist and pulling her away from the boy, to drag her down to the Forbidden Forest in a sprint. The Marauders appeared behind Remus, and he spared them a glance paired with a frown, before sprinting after them. His friends followed suit.

There wasn't time to climb down into the cellar. The moon had risen quickly, and was shining down in all it's glory on to Y/N, who yelled, "Lily! Get back!" before collapsing on the ground in pain as she felt her bones crack and move.

The redhead quickly morphed into a doe, just as the Marauders arrived, with Remus falling on to the ground as well. James morphed into a stag, Sirius morphed into a black dog, and Peter morphed into a rat. Lily looked at them in shock, but most prominently at James who was a stag. She was a doe; he was a stag. She was torn from her thoughts at the sound of a growl from an arctic werewolf figure beside her, who was quite small but still deadly. Lily turned to what Y/N was glaring at, to see a larger brown werewolf, Remus, growling back at her.

Out of caution, she silently crept over to the other animagi, positioning herself beside the stag that was James. The werewolves let their front paws touch the ground as they growled more deeply at the other, ever so slowly edging closer and closer. Until, Remus suddenly stopped, and tilted his head as he sniffed the air. Y/N continued to growl, but didn't attack as he proceeded to approach her and lick her nose. That made her stop growling, and she backed up with a small whimper.

Remus barked, and began panting like a happy dog, making Y/N tilt her head. He got into a playful panting position, but snapped out of it when Sirius dared to come any closer. He growled at the dog, guarding Y/N behind him protectively. Lily decided to step forward, since she wasn't a canine and also a girl, so the chances were that Remus wouldn't see her as a threat. He didn't react to her, which allowed for her to approach her werewolf friend and rub her head affectionately against her.

The night was both the weirdest and easiest full moon any of them had ever experienced.

***

Y/N woke up with a start at the foot of a tree by the Black Lake, curled up in Remus' arms - something she did not expect. She gave a brief scan of her body, and was surprised (but relieved) to see that there were no new scars littering her skin. Remus was in the same situation. Their friends had evidently gone through the effort of getting more clothes for them, and draped them over their sleeping bodies so as to avoid public nudity.

She felt him stir next to her as she scanned the surrounding area and saw Lily asleep with her head on a sleeping James' shoulder, and Sirius and Peter also in physical contact with each other as they slept. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon and the temperature was warm but breezy.

Y/N could truly say that she felt peaceful in that moment.

"Good morning," Remus spoke gently, rubbing his nose against Y/N's cheek.

"Morning," she replied, watching as he looked his body up and down for scars.

"Nothing?" he said in surprise.

Y/N nodded, "Nothing."

Remus's face stretched into the largest grin she had ever seen bestowed upon his face. His calloused hand soon touched her cheek and tilted her head towards him, allowing him a decent angle to conjoin their lips in a chaste kiss. Y/N's mind had never been filled with so much warmth and butterflies before that moment, and for the first time in his life Remus felt like he truly belonged.

They eventually pulled away when they heard movement from a couple of their friends around them. Sirius was waking up, and yawned as he sat up and groggily looked upon Y/N and Remus. He remained sleepy for a few seconds, before a sudden realisation appeared to shock him fully awake.

"Moony - you're not injured!"

Remus' face split into another grin.

"Merlin, did we actually get some sleep last night?"

His loud voice awoke the others sleeping underneath the trees.

"What time is it?" Lily asked, clearly not yet having registered she was asleep on James' shoulder.

"The sun's still rising, so around seven, I guess," Y/N replied.

"Lykos," Peter spoke for the first time that morning, "You're a- you're a... you're just like Remus."

"A big surprise... but not an unwelcome one if it keeps Moony calm on full moons," Sirius added, and it was only then James' eyes opened.

He gaged his surroundings, doing a double take when he noticed Lily still half-asleep on his shoulder: his gaze on her made her finally realise her position, and she shot up instantly, her face bright red.

Deciding against saying something to her, he looked towards Y/N, and said, "I mean, I guess Moony isn't the only Moony now."

A penny dropped in Y/N's head, and she couldn't believe that she hadn't made the connection before that moment. "Your nicknames are your animagi!"

"Took you long enough, Lykos," James said, making her glare at him.

"Believe it or not, Potter, I don't spend every waking moment analysing your lives."

"Except Moony's," Sirius added.

"We should head back up," Lily finally spoke, "Before too many people are awake."

Everyone agreed, and after Y/N and Remus had awkwardly pulled back on clothes, began tiredly standing up to trek up the grassy slopes to the castle.

"I can't believe it. This is the first time since I was turned that I haven't needed medical care after a full moon," Remus said to Y/N as they took the back of the group on the walk.

She beamed at him, "Well, it's only been a couple months for me, but I can still appreciate how nice this is."

"It happened over the summer?"

Y/N nodded, "While I was in Canada. I'm an arctic werewolf, if you hadn't figured that out."

"I had," he reached his hand out to grab hers, "I'm just so- so relieved. I've felt like a monster all these years because there's never been a way to calm me down while I'm turned, and I've been so so scared of hurting people."

She glanced up at him, to see him staring ahead at the grass.

"I haven't felt this peaceful and just- human- in so long."

"I don't think we're humans, Remus."

He chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, I know. But I feel like I have more control over myself now, which makes me feel more human."

"My life has changed so quickly in these last months."

"Mine too. I've been feeling more and more like a monster everyday-"

"Well, if you're a monster, then I'm a monster."

"You could never be a monster, Y/N," he said gently.

She scoffed, "Hypocrite."

"Let me finish what I was saying - I've been feeling more and more like a monster everyday... until now."

He gave her the warmest smile, paired with the kindest eyes she had ever seen.

"Well, I guess we can't ever be away from each other now - at least on full moons," she said.

"I think we're gonna be close to each other a lot more than once a month, love."

"What- what do you mean by that?" She watched with widened eyes as Remus began laughing.

"You know exactly what I mean," he winked, before breaking into a sprint up the hill.

"Moony, get back here!" she yelled after him, beginning to run as well.

Soon, all the others of James, Sirius, Lily and Peter began running as well, yelling questions of why they were running, but laughing all the same.

And just like that, the new exciting years of friendship, self-confidence, and love began for them all, but especially Remus and Y/N.

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masterlist

written; 18/11/2020 —> 21/06/2022 published; 24/06/2022 edited; —/—/——

[noramoons]

for reasons wretched and divine: moodboard + masterlist

↠ pairing: bang chan x fem reader (afab)

↠ genre: wolf demon au, greek mythology au, demon!stray kids

↠ includes: fluff, angst, eventual smut (slowburn)

↠ rating: mature/18+

↠ warnings: language, violence, torture, smut, more warnings to be added

↠ summary: You've heard stories about the Lykos clan for your entire life. You know the rules about dealing with demons - never look them in the eye, never trespass on a shrine without an offering, and never walk in their territory alone.

When did you forget to listen?

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also posted on ao3!

act one: wretched (word count: 51k)

part one | part two | part three | part four |

part five | part six | part seven | part eight |

part nine | part ten |

intermission (word count: 6k)

bonus chapter one | bonus chapter two |

act two: divine (35k)

part one | part two | part three | part four |

part five: finale |

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[thesevro]

[cassius bellona] sit, goodman

Cassius Bellona/Male Reader Smut Word count: 2.7K words Minor Light Bringer spoilers below the cut.

CW: Sex (i.e., oral sex, exchanged masturbation), vulgarity Reader constraints: Gold-born, an engineer of the Rising

Lyria, literally filming every horny interaction between you and Cassius with the audio: “If you don’t let me suck your dick, I’m going to kill myself. Take your pants off right now, or I’m going to pull the trigger!”

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The days on the Archimedes have settled to take on a daily rhythm of hustle between every member of your crew. Cassius watches you weld a piece of scrap in making a miniature ship engine from scratch. He acts as an ostensibly ‘innocent’ supervisor of this engineering endeavor by his favorite engineer (he can’t even build a rubix cube via holo). Lyria knows he isn’t because you are half-naked and every bit of your skin is built with toned muscle that ripples with each movement. And you’re sweating like hell. Cassius hasn’t ever made you sweat like this in bed, not even when you’ve had him up against the wall. Lyria knows because he has told her all about his grand adventures withyou. In appropriate detail of course.

Lyria secretly films Cassius’s hungry eyes. If you don’t let me suck your dick is a line from the audio playing on her datapad. It fits perfectly with the way Cassius’s face changes as you move away from the miniature engine to heave a huge lump of scrap over your head to carry it towards the engine. Take your pants off right now, or I’m going to pull the trigger is the line that plays as Cassius swallows, desperation finally catching in his eyes as (Name) sets the scrap piece down with a hard grunt. 

Cassius calls out encouragement in what might be defeatist attempt at pulling himself together. “(Name), you’re doing well! Be careful to let the crankshaft anneal properly, lover.”

He sounds like he still has two functioning and so not-horny brain cells, at least. You give a measured nod without even looking back at Cassius. The only things you’ve ever been so enamored by aside from Cassius are engineering machine parts and numbers. The level of the focus flow you have sunken into must be staggering.

When his professional Engr. Husband has finished, Cassius moves toward you and tosses you a towel. You mutter your thanks, barely audible to Lyria, and sigh. A soft groan leaves you as you stretch your neck and the muscles there pop. Soon as the sound leaves your mouth, Lyria leaves. She knows what comes next, especially after seeing Cassius’s hungry eyes on you.

“Tired?” Cassius asks in a low, quiet voice. Damn near sensual. He’s turning on the charm, but you don’t notice. Even when he gives you that cocky smile, all smug with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. You only continue to stretch your sore muscles, using the grip you have on his shoulders to contort your body into long stretches.

You give another sound of relief as the tight joints in your shoulders pop. A sound that goes straight to Cassius’s loins. This, you know. This, you use against him. There are times when acting sexually stupid provides some of the most satisfying rewards. Today, you will be rewarded with Cassius lifting you up the wall by your ass to spread you open and show you what he really wants and what he really means by that hooded look he’s giving you with his pretty golden eyes. Oh. No, he’s giving you the ‘I’m getting on my knees for you’ look. 

You wonder if you’ll taste a little better with the briny sweat beading all over your body, like he does after training with Darrow. 

“A massage will do you a lot better than hanging onto me like a baboon,” he jokes. You laugh. 

Then you go serious after three seconds of laughter. “Don’t call me a baboon.” 

“Yes, sir. Now sit.” He pulls away from you to move a chair and push you into it. You fall with the intentional force of his hands. “You ought to relax. You keep working yourself to death like this and you’ll end up like Darrow with his twelve dozen knee surgeries.”

He sounds sincerely concerned. Knowing your schedule, you’ve barely done half the work Darrow has in three years. “Cassius. I’ve fought in forty-eight hour long corridor fights with thirty minutes of sleep in between. This is less than a walk in the park.” 

“Hm.” For a moment, he looks discontent. You observe him. Your words are a reminder, you find, of all he chose not to be of help in. Again, he chooses to be unfair with himself and his heart. “Close your eyes. You won’t be fighting for even a minute with me around or while we’re here, lover.” 

You do as he says. You hear the shift and rustle of fabric as he moves. You feel his hands slide over your bare torso. You heard no footsteps, so he must still be in front of you. Cassius’s rough palms caress the V-lines of your pelvis then under the bulge of your chest muscles. Beneath his touch, you shiver. 

“Cassius,” you sigh. “Bit sore around the thighs. Been squatting, carrying—”

“240 pounds of metal. Nothing for you, or me, but do it enough times and anyone would get tight muscles.” He clucks his tongue, and oh gods do you love it when this man starts taunting you. Your eyes open and you peer down at the man on his knees before you. He shakes his head. No. You don’t want him to be disappointed in you. You’d do anything to please him. “You start listening to me when I tell you to rest.” 

Your pants are suddenly very tight.

“Are we clear?” he says. You nod. 

“Crystal, Cassius.” You smile. “Will you help me through it, husband?”

Cassius rests his head against your thigh. “In many of the ways I love to.” 

At his mercy, you submit. He gives you a wolfish grin. “Should I help with the biggest muscle first or the others?”

“I need you, Cassius.” You know how good that gets him. And you’ve always been an easy catch when it comes to him. You pull Cassius’s hand into yours. With your grip over the top of his hand, your thumb splayed over his knuckles, you brush his palm over the hardness in your pants. You shudder at the fleeting touch, at the way his gaze morphs into something darkly predatory. “I need you to touch me here.” 

Without hesitation, he slips your pants down your knees and off your feet, raising you up with a hand on your hip to get it all off. You sit naked on the chair, knees apart as he sighs with satisfaction at the glory of you.

He’s been waiting all morning, so he chooses to give into instinct and swallow your cock whole. You melt like butter in your chair, body softening up as you slide over to the edge to angle your cock deeper into his throat. Contrary to the universal belief of all who know Cassius, he is nothing short of a lascivious Pink who moans like the most erotic star in a holo-film. 

You’ve always refused Pinks' advances and services before, but you are familiar with their sounds. Cassius has made you more so because he sounds so much like one any time you touch him. He takes your cock so deep in his throat, all with purpose, so that he gags and the muscles in his mouth seize. He moans each time saliva pours from his throat and onto your cock to coat you slick with his spit. He makes audible gagging noises that sound fit for some ero-film saved on his datapad. 

“On the tip,” you gasp softly. “Please focus—please, on the tip!”

Cassius relents. Pulls back from your cock, sighing all the way as he slides your length from his mouth. His tongue slips out to catch at leftover precum that drools from your cockhead. When he closes his eyes, savoring the flavor—maybe the tang of your sweat or of your cum or both and kisses the tip of your cock affectionately, you feel the fullness in your balls culminate. 

And much like a Pink, unfortunate given their forced circumstances of course but a blessing for you with Cassius as a living god of sex, your husband leans further forward once more to press open-mouthed kisses to your length. In salacious tandem with his lips, his tongue kisses your cock in suckling strokes. Cassius moans lewdly against the swath of your cock, heady with satisfaction as he looks up to measure if his ministrations are up to his standards based on how wrecked you look. You can see the gauging measure in his gaze. You can’t help but take your bottom lip between your teeth at the weight of his eyes. Naked on a chair in the repair room on his ship, with your friends walking around and at least one of them on the cameras, you—

“Cassius oh shit, someone’s on the cameras right now—”

He pulls back from you. “Already took care of it (Name). Commed Aurae in an hour ago, we’ve been dark since I started eating you up with my eyes. Which you probably noticed.” Reaching up, Cassius sets a hand on your stomach and pushes you back into the chair. He keeps it there, serving almost as a command for you to let him lead. And you know you are a man at his mercy.

Your head falls to rest on the back of the chair as he returns to giving you the best head a man with a history rife with sexual exploits can give. In truth, it’s the best kind of head. Cassius moves his tongue under your foreskin to tap it into your frenulum with all of the pink muscle, has you shuddering as the warmth of his mouth swallows your length whole once more. 

Miraculously, you last five minutes under his relentless assault, moaning ‘Cassius, Cassius!’ with absolute abandon while favoring with choice approval the praises Cassius murmurs into the skin of your cock. 

Taste like a dream, (Name). 

Fuck you’re so thick. Need you inside me.

You feel the clench in your balls. You twitch in the seat. Breathing with a hard shudder as you collect yourself to offer fair warning to Cassius, all until he gives a disgruntled noise and pulls off your cock.

“...Cassius?”

“Slag this.” Cassius pushes the chair and you toward the wall and makes space for his knee on the seat, right next to your thigh. Then he slips his pants down, spits thickly into his hand, and presses his length to yours as it springs from his underwear. Something inside you gives, gorydamn near breaks and a hot, noisy moan tight with surprise leaves you. 

“Ungh!” You only squirm as Cassius grips your cock and his in a powerful, rough hand. “Cassius! Oh gods, please please please I’m gonna—”

Already lubed with his spit, the slide of your cock against his is slick. Sticky. Your moans leave you as cries as the ache tingling right at the base of your cock thickens. You reach up, grasping for purchase with a hand around his hard bicep as you writhe against him, cornered in your chair between his body and the wall as he fucks your cocks together with his strong hand. Cassius bends down and nudges his lips to your ear, panting there as he whispers for you to cum. 

“Come on, lover,” Cassius encourages. “Baby. Mm. Yes, just like that. You’re throbbing against my cock.” 

You jolt in your seat at the description. Gasping for breath, you lay your hand on top of his and squeeze his hand, telling him to grip you at the tip. He follows. Deftly, his fingers maneuver around your cockhead. Cassius rubs his thumb into the slit spilling precum on your aggravated cockhead and fingers around the swath of your tip. Gods he knows where you’re most sensitive. 

His hips move to thrust his frenulum, sitting at the underside of his cock, into yours in small movements. At this he moans softly in your ear. Your name falls from his mouth as a strained moan, “(Name).”

Your back arches off the chair. The muscles in your stomach convulse as your body follows, cock spurting cum all over Cassius’s stomach. With your Gold genetics, the force of your orgasm has your cum hitting Cassius’s toned abdomen with thick noises that, if you were in a humorous mood, you would rightly call akin to the sound of boots on metal. But all you can call it is the hottest sound of your life.

You lose the sensation of Cassius’s breaths in your ear and know he’s watching you. Your orgasm curls to a heightened inflection as you feel your cock pulsating against the skin on his own length, and when you open your eyes your gaze finds focus on a shot of your cum falling flat onto Cassius’s cockhead. Your cum slips down his cock to slicken up the way of your cock sandwiched against his. Cassius groans, deeper than you’ve ever heard him, panting at the sight of your cum sliding down his abs and trickling down his cock to leave his length coated in your seed. 

It takes you two minutes to finish. You squirm against Cassius as he continues to pump your lengths together. Pant into his mouth as he reaches for you and presses your lips together with his. 

“Not prepped for you,” he says, almost whining with disappointment. “Can’t take you inside.”

“Cassius, I don’t know if I can…”

“You can take me,” Cassius says as he tilts your head to level his gaze with yours, his fingers on your chin. “(Name). As I will take your cock inside me.”

He melds his mouth to yours as he pumps your cum over his cock and yours. You revel at the throb of him against you, a telltale sign that he’s close. But he pulls away as you weakly push at his tongue. Wracked by oversensitivity and a long orgasm even for your Gold genes, you watch him with a cock that has only begun to twitch up towards your stomach as he licks your cum off his fingers. Cassius watches you in the same starved way while the bitter flavor of your seed floods his palate. Thing is, your cum belongs anywhere except outside him. So he will take the taste and cherish it as it slips into his system.

“Think you can walk to our room with that in your pants?” you ask. Measuring, and teasing.

“Let’s not beat about the bush.” Cassius reaches out to you with a clean hand. You take it and stand, cock hanging as you stand in the machine shop naked as the day you were born. Your husband doesn’t mind at all and eats you right up with his eyes as he speaks, “I’ll dress you. Don’t leave me hanging, though?” 

You glance downward, to his cock spilling out from between the open seam of his pants and pushing at his underwear. His balls are hanging out and every inch of his length is wet with your cum. If he weren’t hung like a Sunblood, you would laugh. “When have I ever done that, Cassius?” 

He contemplates this seriously. “Hm. Yes, well, you never have. Not even when I was milking you dry throughout our honeymoon.” 

“Wonder why you take it so good then?” you ask, pulling him towards you. Cassius is almost fully clothed, his tight shirt only riding up towards his chest, his pants clearly revealing why exactly he lets you fuck him. Naked against him, you feel the fever of his lust burgeon. Soon, he will be a man entirely at your mercy. 

For a moment, he savors what it feels like to have you pressed up against his body. You without clothes. Your cock at half-mast, hanging just below his line of sight—he can only feel it nudging against his thigh. And when you pull him into a kiss, he releases his lust as a soft moan into your mouth.

“My pants are hanging by the engine,” you tell him. He rushes over. “Darrow and company have never minded me naked, but you think they’ll notice these baby-tracks?” Bits of cum are drying on your stomach. Most of it dries on Cassius’s stomach beneath his shirt.

“They won’t so hurry it up. Hah. Baby-tracks. You’ve left quite a path inside me throughout the years,” he says and leans back, overtaken by a loud laugh at his own joke. For a moment, he stands golden, this moment solidifying as amber in your memory as he shines with his laughter. Then he hands your pants to you and heads to the door. You dress yourself with a private smile and follow him, holding the door open for him. You lead him outside with a hand on the small of his back. Until you get to his bedroom, you’ll be a man of grace.

[sopebubbles]

officially now i’m hooked right into the lone wolf universe, smh. done reading chapter 6 and it was super fluffy !! makes my toes curl and simping over the interaction between yoongi and mc awwwww i’m in blushing mess!!

however there are few questions i would like to ask regarding the lone wolf; hopefully you can answer these *jk’s bambi eyes insert*

1. i’m a but confused, the lone wolf pair character is actually yoongi x reader or ot7 x reader?

2. at the end of chapter 6, you explained that hobi and jinnie are married but not the rest. does this means, the rest not involved romantically and just like a big family??

and that’s all for my questions!! sorry for the inconvenience :( but i really love your stories whole lots!!

-anon 🫧

Yessssss i love the toe curling! I literally had to take breaks to melt over them while writing.

1. It is ot7xreader! Yoongi and Hobi are just moving the fastest toward building their relationships. One of my biggest pet peeves in poly ot7 fics is when its literally bts as a unit x reader. Like, it's so ridiculous to me. For it to feel real, they all have to have their own unique relationships with her, as well as with each other. They will all eventually love each other, but it will never be all in the same way or even to the same depth. Love takes many forms ❤️

2. I'm glad you asked! Its a little complicated for the same reasons that i just mentioned. Their relationships with each other aren't all the same. For example, i think namgi are close and love each other a lot, but i dont think their relationship is physical, like they've probably had sex once, but their dynamic just wasnt there and with so many other partners they dont feel the need have that as part of their relationship, if that makes sense. I would say they are all in love and romantically involved. None of the others are married because it isn't really important to them. I could make a whole post about the marriage thing tbh. Its basically not super important to a lot of Lykos. It's more of a Sap norm, which 2seok's families adhere to bc they want to be seen as more acceptable to that world.

I love your questions. And I've also wanted to have emoji anons 🥰

[wehavebackissuesblog]

X-Force #5

(Interview with a Vampire...Pteranodon)

Synopsis

The Brotherhood of (Evil) Mutants is an organization that is both respected and feared. It has counted among its’ ranks assassins, Avengers, and Heads of State. Throughout the various iterations of the group, one thing has remained constant. Not a single person thought Toad was ready for a position in management. Somewhere in the multiverse there is probably a cool and dangerous version of Toad, but the 616 version is not it. So when the issue opens with the reveal that the Brotherhood is back and now led by Toad, the only reasonable response is a wince. Matters are not helped when you discover his second in command is Blob. But with their first draft pick, the Brotherhood selects (kidnaps) Karl Lykos, aka Sauron! Well, not quite Sauron. They first have to forcibly feed the life energies of Karl’s girlfriend to him to make him transform, then they get Sauron! The vampire were-pteranodon! Which, all things considered, is a great pick by coach Toad.

Back at MuscleGun Mountain, X-Force takes this chance to unwind. Cannonball and Boom Boom confront Cable about the direction of the team. They fear that X-Force is becoming indistinguishable from the terrorists they are fighting. Elsewhere, Warpath reflects on the multitude of crimes committed against both the Apache (his nation) and Mutants. In the training room, Feral tries to cozy up to “Shattybuns” (Shatterstar). Also Siryn officially joins the team.

MsCaptainWinchester’s 3 Thoughts

I think Tonya needs to find a new boyfriends. Maybe one who doesn’t get you assaulted, kidnapped, and strapped to a giant metal wall, naked and upside down, only to have your life force stolen in order for him to turn into a Pteranodon. Even if he is a doctor, not worth it.

Until this issue, I legitimately thought Cannonball and Boom Boom were fraternal twins who happened to look closer to identical than most fraternal twins do. The fact they are not related and are actually dating threw me the fuck off in a way that I do not care for. I also would have been completely fine if they both chose to leave the team. I could not care less about them as characters with effort.

Shatterstar is such a babe. sigh

9th_Pawn’s 3 Thoughts

One of my favorite types of issues is the down-time issue. It is a great opportunity for the reader to get to know and become invested in the characters. Warpath’s section is particularly informative in this respect and really shows what is driving his involvement with the team.

“Shattybuns” is the worst sexy nickname Marvel has ever come up with. And that is a very high bar to clear

A Vampire Pteranodon is in this issue. What else do you want?! If you want more, you may be asking too much from your media.

[writingformeandyou]

Eyyyy! Can I get #14 with young Gladio? Him being a werewolf?

Prompt: #14 - Person A (Young!Gladio) is a monster and Person B comforts them.

Monster: Werewolf

Ooo, never got a young!gladio request before.

I choked back the tears and stroked his stretching back. I placed gentle kisses on his cheek and whispered things to him. He placed a hand on my chest and tried his best to push me away, but he was too focused on trying not to turn into a monster right now. I kissed his hand and held it tightly, praying and begging for him to calm down.

I watched his back slowly get covered by a layer dark brown hairs, then his arms and legs, then his chest and it grew up his neck. He cried and growled in pain and his legs slowly creaked and when the arches of his feet snapped upwards, he yowled. He yanked on his hair as his back lengthened and his feet stretched longer and longer, his hands following with his fingers cracking out of place.

I quickly backed up when he his neck snapped and a series of pops came from deep inside his neck. His skin suddenly grew clumps of fur, all of his scattering. but it slowly crept up to his morphing face. His muzzle growing sounded awful and it looked damn painful too, it crunched out little by little until it was about seven inches long with his bottom canines sticking out. He placed his head in his big furry hands and roared in pain as a little knub grew from his lower back, and within a split second it ripped open to reveal a fluffy dark brown tail.

He quickly stood up and howled loudly, crying for the full moon. His head snapped in my direction and I was taken back by his neon orange eyes. His ears flattened against his head and bared his teeth at me as he slowly stomped towards me. I backed up with every step he took until I fell over the makeshift nest I made for him out pf my blankets and pillows. I crawled backwards as far as I could go until my back hit the solid wall.

I was shaking as I tried to come up with some sort of plan, but I couldn’t. I gulped when I came up with nothing. I just sat there huddled against the wall and shook like a leaf.

“Gladio?” I asked. “Gladio, please. Gladio, you need to snap out of this… This isn’t you.” He just snarled and came closer to me. “Gladio please! It’s me!” I said as I slowly stick my hand out in front of the dangerous beast. “It’s (Y/n). Gladio, it’s (Y/n).” Slowly, he uncurled his lips and his ears slowly stood back up while his posture changed. I smiled and held out my hand for him to smell it as I uncurled from the wall. “It’s me. I promise,” I cooed. He whined and his ears dropped back down and leaned down. He slowly walked up to me and instead of placing his nose in my hand, he placed it on his forehead. “There you are,” I whispered with a smile.

He burrowed behind my back and laid down with his furry head in my lap and his tail as a practical blanket. I smiled softly and stroked the soft fur on his head, causing both of us to fall asleep.

SO WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT ME WRITING A WEREWOLF!GLADIO (OR WEREWOLF!IGNIS) X READER!?!?!?!?!?!?  ~ Mod Lykos

[riacte]

🪓 handoftheking Follow

Love loses. I can’t believe Queen of Hearts was eliminated 😩😔 biggest upset of the century for real

📺 saintswept Follow

shut up your boyfriend literally won the bracket??? be a little supportive ffs /lh

🌲 dilfkisser Follow

soooo funny that rk’s work husband voted for rk’s work (ex)wife. love loses indeed

👽 blueballs Follow

@/handoftheking i still want to know what qoh x reader fics you read. peace love and plants

❄️ coldspellsinablizzard Follow

red king won bc everyone kept on simping for him. from his own gunner (do the words “why simp for the bottom when you can simp for the top” mean nothing to you???), his own crew (SKIZZ I SEE YOU, also etho too 😳), to his enemies, to his own blue stalker (why are you spending your life obsessed with this lykos 🤨 just make out ffs), to his crazy fans… real exterrablr sexyman

🪓 handoftheking Follow

Since Ren doesn’t have sunblr, I’m passing on a message from him:

Greetings cyberdogs and citizens from the interdubs! This is the Red King :DD My dudes, thank you for all of the crazy support for this… sexyman poll XD!! You know what I’m gonna say— ladies, gentlemen, everyalien can get in line for this Ren Diggity Dog! :DD

I’m pleased to see that the race was quite close… I’m touched to see so many Queen of Hearts fans <3 if I had a account, I would’ve voted for Falsie (just like my Hand!!) <3

I’m not sure what I’ll do if I win, but I promise to do my best for the next Exterra Grand Prix! I won’t let my beautiful fans down and thank you for your support once again :D RK

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

STOPPPP HIS COMMENT ABT QOH IS GONNA MAKE MY CRY 😭😭😭 LOOK ITS MY CRUMBSSSS

🦇 starshipspachelbel Follow

🤡 Is RK roasting the Hand for voting QoH

🐷 scartimeswithblade Follow

💀💀 RED WINTER DIVORCES TONIGHT!! 💀💀

🛸 exterrasexymenpoll Follow

Vote for your favourite sexyman in the Exterra racing industry!

THE RED KING from TEAM DOGWARTS and BLUE BATS

vs

QUEEN OF HEARTS from TEAM BLUE BATS

For our other semi-final— BLUE BALLS from TEAM COBALT CATMAIDS vs THE HAND from TEAM DOGWARTS please vote here!

Poll closes at 8pm Intergalatic Central Time. Campaign all you like.

Spamming about van’ilah extract in the comments will result in an instant ban (yeah, we know the meme’s going around sunblr, but let’s keep this poll somewhat sensible, okay?)

Requests about including THE Blue Stalker will also result in an instant ban. This blog does not condone attempted murder, harassment, stalking, violence, etc etc.

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

SHUT UP HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO VOTE NAWT MY ICONIC DIVORCED PARENTS 😭😭😭😭 I’M PROPELLED INTO THE STRATOSPHEREEEEEE

voting for qoh bc rk would’ve wanted it 🥺 i miss them forever and forever ueueue

also sorry but the blue stalker is the ultimate exterra sexyman. those fanfic authors gave them so much personality when all they want is to unalive rk 😩 rotating the iconic enemies to lovers 20k oneshot in my brain

🦇 starshipspachelbel Follow

I’m more surprised by how Blue Balls is in the semi-finals

Anyways I’ll be voting for RK, he’s a pathetic wet paper bag of a Lykos lmfao <3

👽 blueballs Follow

dude my name is blueballs how did you NOT expect me to be in the semifinals lmao

🦇 starshipspachelbel Follow

HELP NOT A CC (Crew / Comms) NOTICE EXTERRABLR SCATTER

☄️ cosmiclovee Follow

I BELIEVE IN BLUEBALLS SUPREMACY #BALLSWEEP

By the way, QoH stans rise!! Did you forget our awakening? Remember the starry suit she wore for the 2109 gala and how everyone was immediately like 😳??? And she rolled up the sleeves?? Remember the x reader fics on Launchpad?

🪓 handoftheking Follow

Yeah, because I’ve read them. Hey, some fics were pretty good.

I also voted for Queen of Hearts. I mean, just look her at her. And as a fellow Lumian, I’m obliged haha.

☄️ cosmiclovee Follow

… Oops, total containment breach now? Mods I’m sorry, you guys don’t have to eat the spaceship that you promised to—

But onto more important things: RK’s own GUNNER didn’t vote for HIM??? And voted for QoH??? LMFAO THIS IS HILARIOUS. the total betrayal. it feels like he’s cheating. the disrespect for RK. i love it.

Also, Hand, you read QoH x reader fics? Any recs lmao? And did you read the bad boy RK ones?

🌲 dilfkisser Follow

So I’m learning from my dash that the Hand himself voted for QoH over RK???? My Treebark ship just sank in two seconds. Wtf.

#BALLSWEEP btw

🥂redkingsboyfriend Follow

Lololol the Hand’s narcissism is really showing. Look at him voting for his pre-transition self. He’s so vain.

@/exterrasexymenpoll can you please remove the Hand’s deadname? It’s disrespectful to transgender people.

📺 saintswept Follow

are you fucking for real, believing in the trans qoh/hand theory in this year?? they’re completely different people. shut up and ship treebark lmao

still funny that the hand didn’t vote for his bf and went for his bf’s ex gunner—

💫 concorp-official Follow

Hey, I know sunblr hates corporations but as the CEO of ConCorp, I feel rather… mystified that I got out in the first round. Was my mad scientist jacket not enough?

Personally I’m surprised that Xisuma Void got further than me. Anyways, supporting the Queen of Hearts.

👬 kissinghomiesgnight Follow

??? Look at how much this poll breached containment? First a CC notice, and then a racer notice, and now a fucking CORPORATION??? Mr Cubfan I am So Sorry but I think people were just too excited to vote for the Catmaid—

[noramoons]

for reasons wretched and divine:

act i ↠ part i

↠ pairing: bang chan x fem reader (afab)

↠ genre: wolf demon au, greek mythology au, demon!stray kids

↠ word count: 2k

↠ rating: mature/18+

↠ warnings: language, violence, torture, smut, more warnings to be added

↠ summary: You've heard stories about the Lykos clan for your entire life. You know the rules about dealing with demons - never look them in the eye, never trespass on a shrine without an offering, and never walk in their territory alone.

When did you forget to listen?

| next | masterlist | also posted on ao3!

Something has been following you since you left work.

You felt it the minute you left the building—a presence, like eyes boring into the back of your skull. You'd turned around in every direction trying to find the source of the presence to no avail—there's nothing.

And yet, there is undoubtedly something. You hear the bushes rustle behind you on the sidewalk, and you whip your head around only to be met with silence. There's a whisper—your name, maybe? Or someone else's—but the instant you think you recognize it, it vanishes.

You pick up your pace a little now. Whatever it is, it certainly won't follow you into the Wilds: four miles of abandoned woods in either direction.

You know no one knows their way through the miles of trees here like you do. Hundreds of years ago, this area was known as the Pantheon—the entryway between your world, the Interior, and the realm of the deities, the Citadel. During that time, the Pantheon housed dozens upon dozens of shrines, temples, and offering sites to the countless gods and devils that roamed the planet. You aren't sure exactly when they disappeared, or why, for that matter—almost all of your teachers in school said something different. There was internal conflict between the deities, or their powers unexpectedly weakened, or they became irrelevant with the advent of humans with Flairs—whatever the reason was, you know the deity clans haven't heard a word of worship since your grandparents were alive.

Your grandmother was always still a zealot, though. You wondered occasionally if she was the last person on the planet who still truly believed the deities were alive and kicking, and she always made sure you listened to her lectures whenever you came to visit. Don't ever make a deal with a demon, Y/N—if you ever see a deity, never look at it in the eyes—and especially don't wander into the Wilds—

Well, you suppose you weren't always much for following rules.

Regardless, the Wilds are abandoned—despite no one seeing a deity in over a hundred years, most people still stay as far away from the forest as possible. It's probably why you got such a great deal on your home that's only half a mile west of it—everyone that you've ever known has been too afraid to even try to trek a path through it, and you've been warned to stay away from it by family and friends for years. Despite that, though, you've felt a strange magnetism to it since you were young. It's never been hard for you to find your way in and out. Perhaps you're just better with directions than you thought.

Or perhaps that, all along, has been your Flair. Your friends all have one—from birth, Yui's been able to read fortunes, and Saori can see the history of any object by touching it, and Sana can animate drawings that she sees (they have to be made from real ink, though)—but you've never been able to do anything of the sort. Everyone's is always fairly niche; no one has real "super" powers like you used to see in those movies, but you think having the power to never get lost in this one stretch of woods would be a little too specific for even the gods to have given you.

But this is no time to think about any of that, and you know it. You can still sense whoever—whatever is following you into the Wilds' entrance. You're only about a quarter of a mile in, though—surely you can shake them if you make a confusing loop or two.

Once you've circled the entrance area twice, a sigh of relief escapes you—the feeling of any kind of presence behind you is gone. Before you have any time to think about what the hell it might have been, though, you feel it again—only this time, it's fifty feet in front of you.

A breathless "how" escapes your lips. You'd led this thing around the woods for twenty minutes—how could it have possibly gotten in front of you in that time?

You can feel the beginning signs of panic settling into your chest, but you take a long, shaky inhale before you exhale, clenching and unclenching your fists at your sides. You still know this forest better than anyone else—you can still make your way out before this thing, whatever it may be.

You start towards your right, going around where you can feel the presence in hopes of beating it to the edge of the woods. Before long, though, a feeling that you haven't known in years suddenly overwhelms you.

You're lost.

Again, you mutter a "how" in spite of yourself. You know the Wilds like the back of your hand—every gnarled tree stump, every old and bent tree, every decaying temple ruin is instantly recognizable to you.

So how the hell do you not know where you are?

The presence has gotten closer in the time that it's taken you to figure out your situation, and you can finally, finally see an outline of a person. Or what you think is a person, at first.

Because the closer it gets, the sooner you realize it's way too tall to be human. Whatever it's using to walk along the ground definitely aren't feet, either. If you didn't know better, you'd think they were talons, like that of a bird.

You're frozen in fear—where can you go when you have no clue where you are or what this thing is that's approaching you? The panic catches back up to your brain eventually and you break out into a run, but it's too late and you know it. With no way of knowing where you're going, this thing is bound to catch up to you soon, and by then you—

Before you can even finish the thought, there's a hand around your ankle, and you lose your balance almost instantly, falling to the ground. You cry out helplessly, trying to flip yourself over so you can see your attacker, but the instant you catch sight of them, you almost wish you hadn't.

The hand around your ankle isn't a hand at all: it's a claw, with talons that make you wince in pain as they dig into your skin. The body is shaped like a human being—two arms and legs, a torso and a head, but it's covered almost completely in inky black feathers that branch out towards the shoulder blades and form two massive wings. How could you not have seen those before? The face would be human too, if not for the massive beak that protrudes from where you'd expect a nose and a mouth to be.

You were right before—it's definitely not human.

The being leans down and inhales the blood dripping down your leg. "Mmm...it's been ages since I've tasted a being from the Interior. I'll take the chief's seat in no time once I've devoured you."

You struggle in its grasp, but the talons only sink deeper into your flesh, and you cry out again. "Let go of me! What the hell are you?"

The hold on your ankle loosens for a brief moment. "You can see me, little one?"

You meet its eyes with a glare by way of answering, and it laughs as it carves further into your leg, causing you to scream out in pain this time.

"Oh, gods," it exclaims giddily, tugging you closer with the talons in your skin. "You're an Augur? Oh, I can't even imagine the kind of power I'll have once you're consumed." It leans down closer, its face mere inches from yours, and you take the moment to clench your fist and punch the thing's beak as hard as you possibly can. It emits a strangled shriek of pain, letting go of your leg for a brief moment—but that's all you need to scramble to your feet and start running again.

Or at least, you try to. You're much wobblier on your injured leg than you'd expected, but you have to try to escape. You have to. There's no way in hell you're just going to let this thing kill you without putting up a fight.

Your worst fear is realized once you hear the flapping of wings behind you—which also must have been how this thing got in front of you at the entrance to the Wilds in the first place—and it's mere seconds before it lands in front of you, already in a lunging stance to knock you back down.

"Excellent try, little one," it grins. "But it just looks like today's my lucky—"

The bird doesn't get to finish its sentence before something crashes into its side, tackling it to the ground and instantly wrestling with it in a blur of fur and feathers. Whatever this newcomer is, it's much faster—and the only time you can make out what's happening in their fight is when it sinks its teeth into the neck of the bird being, causing both to still.

For a brief moment you think it's a wolf, until it stands up, and you see that the fur on its back is a coat, likely skinned from the animal. It delivers a light kick to the side of the bird being to make sure it's not moving before turning to face you. "Now, then. How'd you get on the Koraki clan's..." It immediately trails off once you make eye contact, and you feel your throat grow dry as you meet its eyes. "...bad side."

Because what's standing before you is undoubtedly a man. No unusual appendages like wings or a beak—just a man with light hair, longer in the back than the front, in clothes much dressier than you would have worn to go out hiking in the Wilds. "Hey," he says, in a much gentler tone than before, although there's an whiff of suspicion in his tone. "You're not a deity, are you?"

You shake your head, at a loss for words.

"And you can see me?"

"Yes," you say, forcing yourself to say something. "I can see you."

"Oh, gods above," the man says, running a hand through his hair. "How the hell did you end up in the Citadel? I haven't seen one of your kind in years."

You frown. "The...what? Where is this?"

"You're in the Citadel," he says, as if that should be obvious. "The home of the deity clans."

"The deity clans?" you repeat slowly. "Then..."

He cuts you off before you can finish your thought. "Shit, you—you're actually human, aren't you?"

You nod, dread settling back into your chest.

A grim smile makes its way across his features. "Then you're stuck here, I'm afraid. You're in an entirely different realm, human girl—and I have no idea how to get you back."