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jasmines-library · 1 month

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Hii! I’m the anon who requested the Remus with the heightened senses thing. I have another significantly LONGER one. I apologise in advance.

Going to the forest during the full moon becayse you don’t know that Remus Lupin is a werewolf, but then you see his post-transformation, scarred, bruised, blooded and whimpering form on the ground, surrounded by Sirius, James and Peter. You can’t help yourself from pulling him away from them and into your arms, cuddling him and petting his hair, fully believing that it was them who hurt him.

Eventually; they convince you to let them take Remus to the hospital wing, that they’ll explain when you get there, and you agree. So long as you can hold Remus’s waist, to make sure your culprits don’t hurt him. When you get to the hospital wing, you’re so incredibly clingy with Remus, even when he wakes up. the boys explain his lycanthropy, and Remus is convinced you won’t love him anymore. Quite the opposite. He’s just earned himself a few more weeks of tireless protective clinginess.

Miscommunication

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Warnings: post full moon Remus, swearing

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The Forbidden Forest was not somewhere you wanted to be. Especially at night. The trees were uncomfortably large with claw-like branches, and the thicket made it disorientating to navigate through the maze of trees. The moon was big and bright, and would normally have illuminated the forest ground, but the trees and the mist allowed no luxury of light. You didn’t want to be there, not in the slightest, in fact the chances of getting a detention for being out here were extremely high, but you were following Remus.

At the end of each month you would hear the door to the dormitories creak open. It was followed by the patter of footsteps and hushed whispers. But there was no one to be seen. They took their leave with James cloak, though they needed to work on their subtlety. The thing was, despite the noise they made as they crept down the stairs, as soon as they entered the common room, they fell silent and vanished out of the portrait and through the castle walls: invisible and nearly impossible to find.

You knew you should have. You should have respected his privacy, but Remus and his friends were being shifty. It felt almost as if they were avoiding you. It had been going on for months now; at the end of the month they seemed to get shifty, slinking off without so much as an explanation. So, although it made guilt bubble up in your stomach, you couldn’t help but follow them.

You finally decided to follow them when you lay restless at night. You found your mind wandering and the little sleep you got came uneasily to you. So you swung your legs over your bed, and crept towards the door. You take extra care to not step on the creaky floorboards to make sure you didn’t wake your roommates. Then, it was across the hall and down the stairs to the dorm you knew so well. Often, you spent more time there curled up in Remus’ bed instead of your own. You expected to hear a shuffle of footsteps before the door unlocked moments after your knuckles rapped on the wood. But instead there was nothing. So you tried again.

Nothing.

Using a simple ‘alohomora’ the door swung open with an eerie jerk. Inside was the sound of nothing but silence.

The marauders were up to something again.

Illuminating your wand, you began to rummage around James’ trunk until your fingers grazed the crisply folded parchment. You pulled out the map, unfolding it until you could admire the delicate lines. It had taken the boys hours as they hunched over desks, but the results were completely worth it. It took you a minute to find the boys, but there, scrawled out in their best hand writing were their names, and four sets of footprints migrating toward the courtyard just outside of the forbidden forest. Cursing, you pocketed your wand and replaced the map back at the bottom of James’ trunk before following them.

It took much longer than you thought it would to reach the forest. With nosy portraits hung around each corner, you did well to make it out without being spotted and earning yourself a week's worth of detention of scrubbing toilets. However in the time it took you to reach the forest, it had gotten much darker and you now struggled to see where you were going.

The forest was daunting during the day and twice as much at night. Strange noises ricocheted through the trees and an unsteady breeze whipped through the air. You tugged the sleeves of Remus’ jumper over your fingers. Being alone made you jumpy. Each snap of a twig or rustle of leaves made your head whip around in alarm. You had considered turning back…but you had already come this far you were too stubborn to turn back now.

It felt like you had searched every inch of the forest. You had begun to grow sore, and the biting cold was beginning to get to you. It was when the thought of turning back crossed your mind again that you saw him. Well, you heard him first.

A whimper. Low and desperate. It was painted and cut through you like a knife because you knew that tone. Remus. You pushed your legs toward the sound until you could make out the dark, cloaked figures huddled around him.

He was curled up on the ground, bloodied and bruised. Fresh scars oozed blood on his forehead and he seemed to be clutching his left arm as he writhed in pain. His friends stood over him in a circle, their wands poised above him. Threatening him.

Your wand was in your hand in seconds, the carvings so familiar to your hands that it was almost like an extension of your own body. You didn’t really think in the moments that came after that. Supposedly it was because you were shocked. Your body was filled with an anger and protectiveness that you had never felt before as the marauders stood over your boyfriend. His own friends.

“Remus!” Your voice cut through the silence as you crossed the last distance toward them. Sirius had taken a step toward him, but you blocked his path as you practically dived in front of him, scraping your knees on the ground as you raised your wand protectively in front of you.

“Get the fuck away from him!” You demanded, causing the skulk of faces to snap toward you.

Sirius stumbled backward, caught off guard by your sudden appearance. Your eyes were wide as you watched cautiously, moving your wand hectically between the three of them. Not taking your harsh stare off of them, you gathered Remus up in your arms.

He seemed so fragile in that moment, his body bloodied and scarred. His chapped lips moved as he tried to form words that only came out as strangled whimpers. Your hand ran over his air, smoothing his curls as you whispered to him softly.

“Shh, I’ve got you Rem. It’s okay.”

He seemed to protest at first, hand wrapping weakly around the arm you used you clutch him to your chest, but at the sound of your voice he closed his eyes and sank into you.

“Y/N?! Merlin, what the hell are you doing out here?” Sirius spoke first: panicked and confused.

“I could ask you the same thing.” You glared at him, scowling with your eyebrows. Your hand was shaking, your body too. You weren’t sure if it was anger or fear. Peter stiffened, his eyes widening as he went white as a sheet.

You shook your head as your eyes brimmed with tears. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Remus was lying scared and injured on the floor surrounded by his friends who had- You could practically see it in your mind; Remus being chased down by the boys he believed were his closest friends…

Clenching your jaw you spat at them. “You’re supposed to be his friends!”

James furrowed his brow, staring wide eyed at the end of your wand. “W-what?”

“He trusted you!” You yelled at them. “He trusted you and you treated him like shit!”

“Y/N… whatever you think is going on here isn’t.” Peter spoke meekly, distancing himself from your piercing gaze.

“I can’t believe he trusted you! I-”

“You have to let us explain!” James protested “It’s not what it looks like!”

“Don’t you think you’ve already done enough?”

Sirius was about to open his mouth to reply when Remus let out a whimper, trying to shift his weight only to end up putting weight on one of his wounds. The five of you fell silent.

“We need to get him to the infirmary.” Sirius stated.

You clung to him closer. “You’re not taking him anywhere.”

“Y/N please…” James begged “Let us help him. We’ll explain ourselves I promise. But he needs help.”

You glanced at Remus. His pain-dazed face made your stomach toss and turn. Swallowing thickly, you nodded hesitantly. “Fine.”

Letting out a sigh, Sirius moved to Remus’ right side, helping to haul him up onto his feet.

“Alright, Moony. Let’s get you to Poppy.”

Once Remus was back on his feet, the five of you made your way back to the hospital wing. It was a slow walk, and you kept one hand wrapped firmly around his waist as you helped support him. Although you had pocketed your wand, that didn’t stop you from sending warning glances at the other boys. You were still unsure. The three of them seemed to know what they were doing; they moved with the coordination of a group of people that were experienced and moved more like one force than as a group of separate people.

When the pristine walls of the hospital wing came into view, you did well to hide your surprise. It seemed almost as though Poppy had been expecting the five of them to bring Remus to her. You also didn’t miss the frown she gave you which was followed by a questioning look to James who dismissed it with a wave of his hand as he tried to focus on Remus.

When he was situated in a bed and Madame Pomfrey had finished hovering over him, you took a seat next to Remus with one of his hands in yours. His face already looked better, and with help from a potion seemed to have fallen into a dreamless sleep.

It felt like forever before Remus woke up. You had fallen asleep hunched over on his bed and awoke to someone stroking the top of your hair. Blinking slowly, you lifted your head and came eye to eye with Remus.

“Hey you.” He mumbled, his fingers trailing to under your chin.

“Rem?”

He smiled at you weakly, clearly still tired despite the fact that he looked much better “Hey.”

“Oh Rem…” You wrapped your arms around his neck, hesitant in case you hurt him. But he hugged you back tightly.

“I’m so sorry…” Remus bit his lip nervously. He looked anxious and it made you wonder how long he had been awake before you finally opened your eyes.

“What are you sorry for, Rem?”

You could sense the taller boys lingering by the curtain. When it slid open, you felt your hand tighten around your boyfriends. The other three boys stood there equally as nervous.

“Explain.” You said.

“Y/n…” Peter started, unsure how to explain.

“What’s going on? I’m sick of being lied to. Just tell me the truth.” You told them, smoothing the skin on the back of Remus’ hand.

“Its not that simple…” James told you. “I don’t know if Moony is ready to-”

Remus nodded his head slowly, twisting his gaze ever so slightly away from you. “It’s alright James. You can tell her. She deserves to know.”

“Do you know why we call him Moony? Y/N?”

You replied with a simple shake of your head.

“It’s because Remus is…” Sirius took a deep breath. It was much shakier than he intended it to be. There was no easy way to say it. “Remus is a werewolf.”

Remus had expected you to laugh. To run off or to angrily accuse him of lying as you shoved him away. Albeit instead, you were quiet as you slowly pieced things together. It made sense. The scars, the disappearances each month…you were surprised you hadn’t figured it out sooner. You hummed. When you made eye contact with Remus, his eyes were frightful. As your hands moved to trace the scars on his face as you had done many times before, he leaned instinctively into your touch.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” You whispered.

“I was scared.” Remus admitted truthfully.

“Of what?” You knitted your eyebrows together, scrunching up your nose.

“That you wouldn’t love me anymore.”

Your face softened. “Oh Rem. I could never stop loving you.” He smiled softly as you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “This doesn’t change a thing. I will never stop loving you.”

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arrenlebanen777 · 1 year

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS 444

☾People who have the same Sun sign of your Sun degree, inflate your ego/or destroy it, they help you a lot in your path, they help you to be more confident and self-assured, you may even fall in love with them due to this. ☾People who have the Sun sign/Personal Planets sign of your Lilith Degree, could help you heal your inner child wounds, or make you really uncomfortable because they trigger the Raw/Violent/Suppressed/vulnerable energy in you. ☾You could idealize the sign of your Neptune degree. ☾People who have the Sun sign or Personal Planets in the sign of Your Saturn degree could teach you valuable/harsh lessons. ☾You have Love/hate relationship with people who has personal planets of the same sign of your Pluto degree, since they trigger your shadow. ☾Moon in 4th house: Have to find balance between comfort zone and Doing things, i know your house/home could be the best place in the world when life gets hard, but you could get stuck here. They have very good intuition to see/decipher the energy of the psychosocial environment, they never forget due to their good memory, the best practice here is to let go and remember that life is sustaining you all the time and realize that your home is in you and is all existence/universe/infinite, that way you become like a spring of life that nourishes everything & everyone that is around you. ☾Vertex in 8th house: Has intense karmic s*xual partners. ☾I have Sun in Scorpio in 5th house conjunct Sappho(80), Casanova(7328), and asteroids Shiva(1170), Bacchus(2063), Cupido(763) & Vesta(4) all in Scorpio 5th house too... And i’m going to tell you how it is: I love the energy of women(i really love it), i do a lot of yoga, Tantra for me is the best way to manage all this s*xual energy, casual s*x is not for me(because I want to merge completely and become one with the person), but is hard for me to stay long periods of time without s*x, i love flirting because I feel it's necessary/fundamental and fun (sometimes I don't realize when I'm doing it, and sometimes i flirt with everyone?), My libido is high and is not so easily transmutable, intense parties with s*xual and chaotic themes are places where I have a lot of fun and they relax me a lot, when i'm simple being people think that I give off the vibes of a fuckboy(I am not lol), intense music gives me chi(lol), When I fall in love I become quite possessive because I want that person just for me, and I can have s*x with that person every damn day of my life(With my first ex-girlfriend we had s*x every day for four months, several times a day), I am super passionate about art/music/spirituality and games in general, in the past I had a terrible jealousy problem (until I became more spiritual/conscious/therapy), my s*xual partners usually have very Plutonian or Scorpian vibes, If I spend a lot of time with a partner it drains me a lot and I have to disappear for a while, otherwise i become crazy, i love gloomy art, when i develop a crush on someone it feels like this: https://tenor.com/es-419/view/sukuna-smile-grin-jjk-yuji-itadori-gif-18924114

☾To all plutonian people: Pluto doesn’t care about you, It doesn’t care if you suffer or you are happy. The only thing that Pluto wants is that you transcends the extremes of what you call good and bad, because that way you can transform(nothing of the old remains)yourself, in other words Pluto wants you to become awakened/enlightened(reach your full potential) but it doesn’t care if you destroy yourself along the way. So watch out that this raw energy(power) of Pluto goes to your ego, because it could make you really egocentric(like sukuna, madara uchiha, toji fushiguro, villain archetype). ☾Libra IC: Daydreamers(they daydream like f*ck), harmonious home, beautiful family that is surrounded by arts or beauty in general, Diplomatics fathers, could have problems to express their anger, super charming, they decorate their rooms a lot, And a lot of people finds their room like a precious and dreamy place. ☾Sun opposite Saturn: Very serious person, disciplined, could suffer from depression because Saturn limits his expression, Saturn here asks you to focus on what is really important, in the house where the sun is, is where the burden of Saturn is lightened, and in the house where Saturn is, is where the most important lessons are, Saturn here practically asks you to become a master of your ego / of yourself / how you use your energies, asks you to really observe what your needs/deep soul desires are, thats why it limits your expression because it actually wants you to express in a most authentic, mature and honest way, may have problems with the inner child, and they can punish themselves a lot, but once they discipline themselves in something, believe me that nobody and nothing is going to stop them (hard working af).

🌿i am going to do bookings for natal chart readings, very soon! Stay tuned!🌿

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dwindlinghaze · 5 months

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part i : no one mourns the wicked

(remus lupin x reader, sirius black x reader, soulmate!au)

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summary: after the first quidditch match of the school year, sirius and remus became somewhat aware of their feelings towards you.

contents: fluff, really there's no warnings!! the next chapter will be more about them discovering what they feel, this one is just like an orientation of their background.

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walking through the halls of hogwarts is usually considered calm and peaceful; wind softly blowing through the creaks on the carved out gothic windows and the rubber soles of shoes padding across the marble floor were the only sound and feel. well, that is, unless it was around a quidditch match.

every semester, the annual quidditch match between the four houses will be held. now stepping a foot in the hall outside a classroom felt incredibly crowded and overwhelming.

a ravenclaw chaser yelling at his beater to put himself up together, first year students who are still questioning what the sport is all about, the gryffindor captain explaining on the tactics of playing. it was chaotic.

"we're going to win this one!" james put his fist up in the air, followed by his teammates who were just as excited as he was. a series of 'whoos' and 'yes' were yelled, bumping their shoulders together.

it was an understatement if you said you weren't ecstatic to see james and sirius playing the match this early october. they were both outstanding quidditch players, they have all your support. speaking of which, remus was still healing from last night's event.

it was a full moon. he woke up this morning, struggling to move from his bed. james and sirius had already assured him that it's completely okay if he missed. but remus was a sweetheart and would never miss his best mates' long-awaited quidditch match. it was all they ever talk about.

"y/n wait up!" remus shouted from behind as he limped to where you were standing.

you reluctantly whipped your head around, steps coming to a halt to wait for your friend. once he was close enough you reached out your hand for him to hold. "sorry remus," you chuckled. "come on, the good seats will be taken if we're slow!"

remus hesitated for a while to hold your inviting hand. he didn't want you to get left behind because of him. you noticed his expression of course, being the observant friend you are. a soft sigh escaped your lips as you squeezed remus' hand, beckoning him that it's okay.

"m'sorry," remus said in embarrassment. realisation hit you when you remembered that last night was a full moon. poor boy he must be struggling to even stand up on his two legs.

to make it clear, you were the first person remus told about his lycanthropy. it didn't happen on purpose though. you happened to be at the hospital wing after remus transformed during second year.

he may or may not had said 'i hate being a werewolf' way to loud. loud enough for you to hear when you couldn't sleep from your painful sickness.

twelve year old remus with his heightened wolf senses seemed to hear your little gasp. he panicked, hating the way he was so careless, not making sure there are no one in the wing first before he spoke such things.

however, his worry came to an end when you said that you won't say anything about his condition to a single soul ever. since then, you and remus became close friends. after a few months he introduced you to the marauders and you befriended them also.

a warm smile spread across your lips, "s'okay remus," you said softly, "i'm sure there will be seats left for us. how can i help hm?"

remus shook his head, "never mind that, you can go up there before me and save a seat for us yeah?" he really didn't want you to have a view of heads while watching your best friends' first match of the year.

you couldn't leave him though. he looked sick and fragile after this particular full moon so you insisted on sticking with him just in case the pain was too much to handle. "who will help you climb that hundreds of stairs up the stands?" you joked earning a tired smile from him.

you helped him climb up the flight of stairs. it was slow, remus groaning each time he pulled a muscle. nevertheless, you both made it up. you beamed once you saw a perfect spot right behind the fences.

"perfect view," you said to him. the match has already started unfortunately, but you both were lucky enough to arrive right on time as to see james chasing after the snitch.

"look at siri's hair," you said in awe, nudging remus on his elbow.

"good hair is it?" he replied, eyes locking on sirius' beautiful, long, shiny hair. it still looked gorgeous even when he's sweating from head to toe, even after the wind blew his hair back.

"he has nice hair," you smiled coyly. remus looked away, feeling a weird sensation down his stomach. his hand went up to touch his messed up hair, insecurity washing over him knowing that his hair is not even half as good looking as sirius'. he never felt this way before. he couldn't be jealous, for you weren't his and sirius is his best friend.

"your hair is also very beautiful," you said. it's true. remus may not have long silky jet black hair like sirius but his hair is full and fluffy. you touched it once when you were taking out a piece of dirt, his hair is in fact very soft.

remus mumbled a small 'thank you', eyes glued to his shoes. it was not a rare occasion for you to compliment him. you always say how smart he is or how he looks more than good after a rough transformation. your compliments always leave him a mushy mess. he can't deny, he loves it. it's quite rare for him to have someone saying nice things about himself.

that weird feeling appeared again when you laughed and clapped your hands to sirius when he did a flip with his broomstick.

maybe it's the way you smile, that very smile that makes his heart felt at ease. maybe it's the way you didn't see him in any other way when he told you he's a werewolf. maybe it's the way you were so eye catching yet you never let anyone felt less.

there are so many things running through his head.

"gryffindor has won the 1976th quidditch match!" the bombing voice from the loud speaker has made its way to your ears, breaking remus' train of thoughts. you gasped as you took remus arms, "they did it!"

and just like that, you had left remus on his own up at the quidditch stand. he didn't blame you for leaving him though, of course you wanted to congratulate your friends down at the pitch after their win.

he waited until the students has all gone before he made his way down the tenths of stairs. now that you weren't here, it is hard for him to not feel a pain every time he bent his knees to step down. aching with every step, he met you halfway with your arms linking around sirius'. the sight giving remus a pain under his ribcage.

"moony!" sirius yelled and hugged him. "we won we won we won!"

"congratulations pads," remus said as he smiled into the hug. the long haired lad may or may not hugged him way to harsh. "ow padfoot," remus hissed as he pulled away, reaching for his scapula to soothe the pain sirius gave.

"sorry moons," sirius grinned. "gotta go now, have a blast you two!" he then skipped happily to the gryffindor's quidditch team on the other end of the hall, receiving congratulations and compliments from the people around.

your arm circled around remus' torso, saying that he can lean to you if the ache was too much. he didn't though, he doesn't want to look more pathetic than he already has. besides, who was he to get such treatment?

with the new found feelings remus discovered, he couldn't get you out of his mind. now everything that you do is mesmerising to him. you picking up a a piece of bread and spread it with butter, you furrowing your brows to focus while reading a letter from your dad, you pursing your lips in disapproval when james made a nasty remark about a third year.

remus noticed everything now. it felt like he was looking through a telescope but the only object there to see is you. only you.

sirius was sprawled on the red cushion sofa, legs dangling from the arm rest. he was talking to james and the other teammates over and over about their win. all of them were so happy and proud, after years of losing they can finally get that golden trophy.

sirius' eyes traveled to the common room's door where it flung open revealing you and remus laughing together as they stepped in. the two of you talked like you were the only person existed in the world.

the raven haired boy narrowed his eyes at the two of you, a sinking feeling in his stomach. he knew how much you enjoy spending your time with remus, but he couldn't help wishing it was him instead.

he recalled the amount of times when remus cried on your shoulder after a full moon, but then he remembered the amount of times you hugged him tightly when he received another howler from his mother.

you study with remus but you also help sirius do pranks. you always buy remus a bunch of chocolate but you also buy him a lot of things from zonko's joke shop.

sirius' was equally in the same spot as remus.

that left him at ease because he might have a silly crush on you. sure they were sixteen and mature but when it comes to romance they were just like twelve year olds.

"hey guys over here," james put his hands in the air, motioning for you and remus to come over.

"won't we be interrupting?" you joked as you dragged remus along to sit down at the empty sofa. half of the quidditch team had already left to clean themselves.

"nope. did you see me when i caught that snitch? gosh i was so cool. is there any possibility that lily saw me?" james asked, looking at you with pleading eyes.

you hesitated before answering. you didn't want to be the cause of his happiness coming to an end but you didn't see lily anywhere either. "i didn't see lily but i'm sure she saw you james, you were incredible."

"i know right? i better take a shower so when lilypad sees me, i will be fresh and handsome," he winked before jumping up from his seat on the way to the loo.

you conjured a cold towel and threw it to sirius, "you look like you ... are sweltering," you said, seeing his heated face from the adrenaline.

"whoa-" he sighed, placing the towel over his head as he leaned back to the sofa. "how did you-"

"witchcraft," you replied simply.

sirius lips turned into an 'o' as he closed his eyes in delight, feeling the cold sensation travelling through his hot skin. "why is it called witchcraft, why is there no wizardcraft..."

you scoffed, "there's a term called 'wizardry',"

sirius took a peek in between the fold of his towel to look over at his tall friend who has been real quiet. he saw how remus was looking at you like you were the one winning the quidditch match. "is moony staring at you the result of witchcraft too?"

hearing this, you turned your head swiftly to see the boy sitting next to you. you made an eye contact but not long before remus cheeks reddened as he looked away, eyes landing hard on his lap. before remus can make a lame excuse or before you can come up with a remark to leave remus alone, sirius had already stood from the carpet.

"i'm taking a shower, it's getting hot in here," he joked before running up the stairs. truth be told, he hated the way you and remus looked at each other. eyes soft and cheeks red. he can't control the jealousy from rising up by seeing you and remus together.

#remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader fluff #sirius black fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction

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unholyhelbig · 4 months

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im in love with werewolf!kate

Title: Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot [5/?]

Summary: After reader is attacked by a strange animal in the woods, her world is flipped upside down. Now she must navigate a new life filled with strangers and myths.

Trigger warnings: Talk about werewolf transformations, crying, group interventions [?], and definate spelling/grammar mistakes

[Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five]

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The compound seemed impersonal upon your second visit. It was nothing compared to the shitty apartment you had left earlier in the day. There were leaky ceilings and college students that would blast their music until dawn- but it had been home. It had been home, and this was anything but. This was an overwhelming smattering of scents that aggravated your already tepid nerves.

Without Kate close by panic began to bubble up in your stomach. Then anger. That anger that she had mentioned outside of your building was there too and though you didn’t want to admit it, you had to. Kate Bishop had ruined your life and the fact that you sought her out so heavily filled you with white hot rage. So why did you need her so badly?

In an attempt to ease your nerves, they had separated the two of you two seconds after you’d walked back through the doors. Word seemed to travel fast around here, and you took a mental note to keep your mouth shut in all situations. It had been over an hour since Kate was dragged away by Clint and that ache in your chest grew malicious.

“There’s an electrically charged fence around the bulk of the property but it’s 165 acres of pure natural land. There’s a lot of space to run, but there’s not much way to escape.” Wanda Maximoff explained things to you like a recipe.

She had taken you on the grand tour, though the house was mostly cleared out. It was clear that they were trying not to scare you. There was an array of smells, and each was distinct, though it was behind closed doors. There was an in-house gym and a myriad of offices and bedrooms on the second floor. There was a library too, one that had more books than the location on campus.

Wanda seemed like the best choice to give you the grand tour. Though, you had yet to meet more than Clint and Natasha, and a few others distantly. There had to be a reason that she was the one easing you into this. She smelled of cinnamon and that sharp metal scent that seemed to accompany them all.

You now.

You had stopped walking in the middle of the lush green yard. In turn, so had she. Her gaze was on you and sympathetic. There was a buzz to the fence, one that you could hear from the spot that you were rooted in. Leaves rustled and small critters made noises that you were not supposed to hear, but you could.

“Not much?” You let out a burning breath that you had been holding in. “Pardon me for being rude, but if it’s so secure how did Kate… get out?”

Wanda swallowed hard and closed the distance between you. She had a pitying look in her stare that somehow didn’t enrage you. Instead, it reminded you of your mother. Of course, she’d been the right choice. You could see that a mile away.

“Kate is an extremely powerful and reckless individual. She has an incredible amount of heart but sometimes that gets her in trouble. When you change, and you will change, you’ll understand the yearning a bit more. Usually, your wolf will be satiated with just feeling free- hence all the land. But sometimes there is an emotion so strong that there is no option other than to obey.”

“There’s an emotion strong enough to make her break through an electric fence and attack me?”

She snorted out a laugh, glancing up at the fading blue of the sky. There was a stronger chill to the air as the sun dipped behind the horizon. A fishbone moon was hanging in the air. It was never something that you paid much attention to before. But you were quite thankful that it wasn’t full. That wasn’t something you could handle anytime soon.

“Y/n, did Natasha mention that the two of us are together?”

“No, she didn’t.” You frowned, testing the waters “You’re so… and she’s so…”

“Oh, she’s an absolute hard ass. I’m well aware. She’d dumped her coffee all over the front of my shirt when we first met and apologized by paying for a new one. Natasha wrote her number on the side and wee dated for nearly a year before she told me her secret.”

The two of you started walking again, this time along a carved path that rested at the mouth of the backyard. Soon the grass devolved into underbrush and large stretching oak trees. Gravel crunched under the soles of your shoes. The rage shifted it’s way back into the small of your mind.

“I was taken aback, understandably. The woman I had fallen in love with sat me down and when I thought she was going to break up with me she told me she was a mythical creature instead. And I was mad. I thought she was lying and making excuses instead of being honest.”

Wanda let out a shaky sigh, one that was wracked with memories of what seemed to be a simpler time. There was a fondness in her stare that you craved in a selfish way. Because you wanted to feel that fondness for Kate, but it hadn’t quite bubbled to the surface yet.

“For almost a month, I didn’t speak to her. But on the night of the full moon, my curiosity got the better of me and I showed up at her house unprompted. It took some convincing. Natasha isn’t one for vulnerability, especially when that vulnerability is something that could cause me physical harm but I’m persistent.”

“You uh, I don’t know the terminology” there was a pause “you watched her become…”

“I did. And I’m not going to sugar coat this for you because it is not a pretty sight, and it is far from painless. But I believed her. Finally, I believed her and though I wanted to run there was a moment between the bones breaking and the screaming, where that honesty seeped out of Natasha like blood. I was her one. I was her person.”

Wanda laughed and shook her head. You’d made it a good way through the path and the sun had fully set behind the horizon, but it didn’t impair your vision one bit. You could see just the same, everything having a gray fuzzy tinge to it.

“Subconsciously, there is a pull in what we are. Natasha told me she knew I was her destiny when she spilled a caramel macchiato on me. And I love her, but I didn’t know just how strong that feeling was until I made the decision to change. To let her change me.”

“You willingly chose this?”

The question had slipped past your lips before you could stop it and you immediately felt guilty about the phrasing. Wanda reached and squeezed your palm with the coolness of her fingers. Comfort shot up your elbow and your shoulder until you felt all the warmth in the world.

“I did. It took a lot of conversation, a lot of planning but I was sure that Natasha was the only one and she was equally sure about me. So yes, I chose. And I am truly sorry that that liberty was stripped from you.” She gave your hand another squeeze. “The wolf that’s inside of you, that primal side is what took Kate over. It’s no excuse, her young naivety isn’t an excuse. But I know you feel it, and what you’re feeling right now is only a fraction of what she felt that night.”

That burning sensation in the pit of your stomach was utterly unbearable. It hadn’t gone away since Kate had bitten you. Not when you shoved cold lasagna into your mouth or swallowed three glasses of water. Nothing dulled the pain except your proximity to Kate.

“You’re saying that we’re destined to be together?” You scoffed, breath forming in a cloud.

“That’s for the two of you to decide.”

Wanda stopped in the middle of the path. She grasped your other hand and her solemn energy crept through her touch almost as if she transferred it directly to you. That burning ache in your stomach threatened to calm.

“This is a lot to take in, leaving everything behind and being thrown into the deep end of a world you don’t understand. But I am here for you and Clint is here for you, and so is Bruce and Peter. All four of us… all four of us were ushered into this life instead of born into it. Some by choice and some by chance. And regardless of how we got here, we know the struggle that it carries. We’re here, y/n.”

The room that was given to you was set up in the same beige colors as the rest of the house. Wanda had the same kindness that she seemed to always exude as she explained that you could paint and decorate however you wanted. It was yours, and despite this being a fancy prison, you could always make it feel a little less like a prison.

It was when you were left with your thoughts, did you become wracked with discomfort. The house was mostly silent. Wanda had explained to you the purposeful thickness of the walls. They were meant to dull sounds and form privacy. That- you were thankful for.

There were minimal scents in here and if you tried hard enough, you knew that you could relax. As long as you didn’t think about the fact that you had given up your scholarship, and your life with your friends and your family and your heart was pounding unforgivably in your chest until you were forced to sit up on the wrinkled comforter.

It took a few moments before you realized that someone was knocking on the door. You stood, opening it despite your better judgement. Maybe it would be Wanda with her soothing nature again, or even Natasha to slap some sense into you.

Instead, it was Kate Bishop. She looked like a kicked puppy, her stormy gray stare boring into yours with enough apologies to last a lifetime. But you didn’t want to hear it. Not at the moment and probably not for the foreseeable future.

Though, you had to admit, everything seemed to simmer down with her familiar clove scent. Her hands were in the pockets of her pajama pants, and she held up a brown bag filled with fast food. The grease had soaked through the paper in dark splotches.

You hadn’t eaten since yesterday and embarrassingly, your stomach growled in response. It gave you away. Whatever was in that bag smelled absolutely divine. Kate tried to stifle the smirk on her lips in a comical expression. She had won.

The door opened wider as you stepped aside. “I know we talked about Italian on the bus ride over here, but the only place within sixty miles is a burger joint and I’m helpless in the kitchen.”

“This is perfect. Thank you, Kate.”

The two of you sat on the floor close to the double windows that led to a small balcony. At first, you were tempted to pull the curtains in front of them. It was easier to ignore the eyes that stared back in the reflection. Your own eyes but something different and carnal about them that you weren’t ready to confront.

Kate had supplied you with one of the messiest cheeseburgers that you had ever eaten and a basket of equally as damp fries. It was the best thing you had ever tasted. You were admittedly starving and had been since the moment you woke up.

“God, this is,” you used your thumb to wipe a bit of ketchup “This is good. Not enough to forgive you yet good, but fucking delicious.”

She cleared her throat “I didn’t expect one burger to get me in your good graces. But I figured you were hungry. It’s been a big couple of days.”

“If the next words out of your mouth are ‘I’m sorry’, don’t you dare ruin the bliss this burger brings me.”

She laughed, a beautiful sound. Kate moved from her spot on the floor to one that was next to you. She still gave you distance, a good couple of inches. Her back was against the side of the bed and the two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

Your reflections were distorted. Between you rested the moon. The real moon that you had noticed outside with Wanda. It was brighter than it had been, or maybe you were just closer. It’s pale light vibrated against your skin and filled you with a tingling sensation.

It wasn’t fondness exactly. It was like pulling a cozy blanket around you and basking in it’s effects. Like the room around you is cold, frost creeping up the windows, and the only solace is that small piece of fabric. The moon warmed you. You wanted to swim in it.

“How long do I have?” You whispered; Kate scrunched up her face into a half-frown. She looked at you. “Wanda told me about the first time she saw Natasha change. She wouldn’t go into details, and I don’t blame her. But it sounded… painful.”

Kate crossed her legs and picked at the fuzz on her socks. She successfully plucked two balls of lint off the pattern before she spoke. “My family is rich. It’s uh, it’s generational. They’ve always had the best in everything. The biggest homes, the fanciest clothes, the best cars. The strongest cellars.”

You weren’t quite sure where she was going with this. Part of you stifled your anger. You had worked your ass off through high school to just get the vague chance of a college education. All of that was shattered because of the girl next to you. All of that was something that you were starting to understand. That dull ache was thrumming in the pit of your stomach, ever eased by Kate’s presence.

“I’m sticking my foot in my mouth. None of that matters. Growing up with generations of lycanthropy and having it treated like a prize. It’s disjointing. My father believed that that pain made you stronger, and that embracing that rage instead of commuting it was the way to go. And I thought the same until I met Clint.”

Kate let out a wavering breath. She played with the rings on her fingers, twirling them around until there was a little red mark on her skin. It seemed to dissipate just as soon as it had appeared.

“I was thirteen the first time that I turned. And I begged, pleaded with everyone around me to do something, anything, that would ease the agony of that first transformation. I was met with the silent treatment. And… I was a child. I was a scared child that wanted comfort.”

You reached forward and placed a hand on her knee. There was an electricity that flowed through the both of you, a specific energy that buzzed in the same way it had with Wanda, but different somehow. Stronger and all-consuming. She placed her hand on top of yours.

“The night of the full moon, my father locked me in one of those strong cellars. There was no light, no comfort. Nothing but a musty prison that had a small window out of reach. It was just big enough to let in the moonlight. The walls, they were torn up and bloody. It was all I could smell and think about.”

Kate paused to pull in another breath. “For years, I was convinced that was the only way to do things. Embrace the pain and let it harden you. But things are done differently here, y/n. It’s not going to be easy, but you’re not going to be alone. You won’t be locked in a cellar to feel that pain. And I have no quarrels if you don’t want me there-“

“Kate,” you interrupted her, “I want you there. Because despite everything, your presence is reassuring and I think that’s what I’m going to need.”

She gave you a sad smile, yet somehow it was still endearing. There was an exhaustion that settled over you in the same moment. Your stomach was full, and your eyes were feeling heavy. Tentatively, you rested your head against her shoulder, embracing her scent and her comfort.

For a half a second, she tensed but melted just as you had. The silence was far from uncomfortable and you drifted into her protection, dropping into sleep with the sound of her heartbeat in tandem with your own.

The living room, despite it’s size, was filled to the brink with people that all turned their eyes to you upon arrival. You knew that this was coming, the introduction phase. It reminded you of college orientation without the stifling June heat that made it impossible to pull in a proper breath.

You still couldn’t draw in one correctly, not with this many eyes and this many smells. It was like ripping a band aid off and you were incredibly thankful that they had let you get a full nights sleep before springing this on you.

At some point, you had crashed on Kate’s shoulder on the plush carpet of your room. She’d moved you to the bed and you woke up there alone but well rested. It took you a few moments to gather yourself and shove the sadness of leaving your life to the back of your mind. There were things to do, people to meet.

Kate was next to you. She leaned on the edge of the closest sofa and let you take in everything- everyone- that lingered. One man stood at the forefront of it all. He was massive, well built in a way that his strength commanded the attention of the room. There was a kindness in his stare too, one that you admittedly admired right off the bat.

“Hello,” he said it so simply, reaching his massive hand out “I’m Steve.”

“Y/n” You took his hand and shook it timidly.

Steve glanced at the waiting faces around the room. Each one watched with bated breath for him to speak. You even found yourself entrapped by his mere stance. “Everyone, y/n is going to be staying with us for the foreseeable future. This is a situation that we have yet to encounter, and I expect each and every one of you to treat it with the respect and care it deserves.”

There were a few faces that you didn’t recognize, but they seemed to accept the decree. Kate’s hand found its way to the small of your back out of view of the others. It steadied you, though you didn’t know you were unsteady in the first place.

It was explained to you that you were quite the exception to the house. Wanda was clear about how this group had formed and nowhere was it stated that someone who had never turned before was here. Each and every person had a solid grip on who they were- what they were.

“Should we play an ice breaker?” A man that was spread across most of the middle seat on the section asked. He had darkened eyes, black hair that was spiked with an obscene amount of gel. “Two truths and a lie?”

Natasha smirked wolfishly “I like this game; Tony Stark is a humungous ass, Tony Stark is so full of himself he has six mirrors in his room, and Tony Stark wears sunglasses inside like a douche.”

“Second one is the lie; I have eight mirrors in my room and each and every one of them is necessary.”

You pursed your lips to stop the smile from spreading across your face. Natasha tossed a throw pillow and nailed him in the face. He shifted it into his lap, settling there with an eyeroll. Your view was blocked by a man that towered over you.

Steve was big. Tony was big. Clint was big. But this man was an absolute giant. He radiated a warmth that was unmatched and crunched you into a hug. Your cheek was pressed against his chest, and you gave it a pat.

“Don’t suffocate her,” Kate urged gently.

“My apologies Katie” He pulled back, keeping his massive hands on both of your shoulders “I’m Thor, you know, like the God of Thunder.”

“It fits,” You said with a smile.

There was a level of trust about him. Maybe it was his sheer size, or maybe it was his beaming smile that was nothing but genuine. He eased you more than most in the room. When he stepped aside, you were met with the last stranger in the room.

A man that seemed to draw within himself but still shook your hand with a practiced confidence. His button-down was wrinkled, his hair messy. He wore these thick rimmed glasses that enhanced his stare. There was a gentleness about him, a timidness.

“Bruce Banner, it’s great to meet you, y/n.”

They fit together like a family. All of these strangers that each had their individual quirks but were more than comfortable longing around, just existing in the same area. They’d all come from different backgrounds and chose to linger in this large house. They chose to be a group. A unit. A pack.

For a long time, America was the only one that was in your life, the only constant. Your parents were in the background; one worked too much and the other drank too much and neither cared all that much. Watching the way these strangers interacted, the community they created for themselves, made you feel like maybe it would be okay. Maybe all of this would be okay.

Steve cleared his throat and the room stilled, all eyes leading back to him. He scratched the back of his neck, uncomfortable with the attention for only a millisecond before he smoothed back into himself. “The full moon is in two weeks’ time. We know the drill, but y/n doesn’t. It’s going to be difficult and different, and we’re going to have to prepare.”

“I have drugs,” Yelena said. There was a silence that shrouded the room as everyone blinked dumbly at the woman. “What? Not anything heavy. But enough to sedate her!”

“We are not sedating her, we’ve been through this” Clint responded.

They’d spoken about this? Truthfully, from the accounts you had gotten from Kate and Wanda, you would be more than happy to take something to knock you out. Though it seemed important to feel the pain too. Almost like a right of passage.

“That is y/n’s decision to make.” Bruce said. He addressed you, making you feel less like an observer to your own fate. “One that you don’t have to make right now, might I add.”

Steve held his hand up, quieting everyone once more. “There are natural ways of doing things too. And trust us, y/n, we will break down every single option you have until you find a comfortable solution to the predicament. Don’t be afraid to ask questions.”

Your tongue was tied at the prospect, and soon the meeting was dismissed. They were weekly, you learned, and part of you didn’t mind. A house this size with that many people could get messy quickly without some sort of pecking order.

The library on the second floor was home to bound leather books that recounted the history of lycanthropy. It was warm up there, large windows letting in enough sunlight to show the particles of dust as they float in the air.

Not many people use this place. It was kept tidy but the scent that hung in the air was mainly aged paper and wood polish. You’d pulled one of the leather books from the shelf and curled up in the window seat. The pages were yellowed and brittle but filled with invaluable information.

This was the first moment in the last few days where your mind felt quiet. Your world was quiet.

Hours passed as you worked your way through literature, through Norse mythology of a curse, and pelts that would let men roam the countryside as wolves until they gained their lucidity again. There were diary entries from families that were descended from lunacy; the Bishops and Rodgers and Odinson’s and many more that you could not recognize.

You’d made it through two and half books before the light bouncing off the pages shifted to a vibrant orange of the sunset. You’d been left to your own devices for the day, and you rubbed your eyes, tired from the constant strain.

There was a quiet knock at the door and the scent of turkey filled your lungs. You blinked a few times. Steve leaned against the doorframe, holding a plate filled with a pile of potato chips and a sandwich. You’d again, forgotten to eat.

“I come in peace,” He said, entering the room and setting the plate of food on the table in the center of the room. He gestured to the other end of the window seat. “May I?”

You nodded, pulling your feet back and tucking them under yourself. “This is the second time in the last twenty-four hours that I’ve been bribed with food.”

“It’s a love language around here. Learn anything interesting?”

“That a lot of werewolves are French and it’s much easier to be a one in the twenty first century.”

He chuckled and the sound was nice. It made sense that he was in charge. Being around him made things feel like they were solvable. The many answers floating around in your mind, the fears, could center into one concrete thing.

“The French gave us a bad name, I’m afraid. But you’re right about the second part. I wasn’t lying when I said that there are multiple ways to go about this.”

“Like drugs?”

“That’s one option, yes. Clint told me that one of the first things you were concerned about was keeping everyone around you safe.”

You nodded, pulling your legs up to your chest and resting your chin against them. The only reason you had gone along with all of this was to keep the people you love safe. That combined with the deep seeded feeling that all of this was real had lured you here, had kept you here.

“I’m trying not to be angry.” You admitted in a small, weak voice. “There is this deep rage that I could blame on whatever emotional distress these books outline. But nothing will change the fact that one minute I had a chemistry quiz due at midnight and the next I was waking up in a filth of rotted leaves and my own blood. And the only thing I can think about is that I have every right to hate her but I… I can’t.”

Steve was patient, silent in his ministrations. He turned a gold band on his ring finger around and around, much like Kate had. It was a nervous habit, something that soothed him, you supposed.

“I have always been able to handle anything that’s thrown at me. Always. Life has a mass of problems and those problems can be solved but this doesn’t feel real. It won’t feel real until I’m there but I’m- I’m scared. I’m so scared.”

You tried to smother the bloom of emotions in your chest, but it wasn’t working. There was an immense shame in cracking in front of Steve that you couldn’t quite explain but he seemed to have no quarrels about your tears or wiping them away with a calloused hand.

“This shouldn’t have happened.” He said with a shaky breath “And you have every right to be angry. I would be angry. No one expects you to forgive and we certainly don’t expect you to forget. What’s happened is unfair. But we can ease that fear.”

You swallowed hard, throat dry “how?”

“Well, drugs” He gave you a weak smile, and you snorted out a laugh. “But if we want to do things old school, that’s possible. It’s recommended, really. This place is built for people like us, and even though right now it feels like a curse, like a burden, maybe fate intervened.”

Your head thud softly against the bookcase behind you, “Fate carries the last name Bishop.”

#Kate Bishop #Kate Bishop x reader #Kate Bishop x y/n #Kate Bishop x you #kate bishop x female reader #wanda Maximoff #Natasha Romanoff #Wandanat #Steve Rodgers #Tony Stark #thor odinson #bruce banner #peter parker #yelena belova #Werewolf au

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Hiya! I’m from Wattpad. I have a oneshot request. Could you write a Remus oneshot where the reader is either James or Sirius’ sister and she’s a werewolf too, she doesn’t know Remus is and Remus doesn’t know she is, but one day, she forgets to cover the scars on her face and she’s partnered with Remus in potions and he notices them, knowing how she got them. Then after class he confronts her about it and she replies stating that she didn’t want him to have to deal with her problems too because she cares so much about him, and then they confess? if this is too detailed I’m sorry its just hoe my brain works I don’t request often and I’s write this myself but I have so many other ideas rn. Also do you post the oneshots both here and Wattpad?

𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ~ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐡𝐢, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞! 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟑𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬?

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬

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Last night was that time of the month. A night that was always followed by exhaustion and frustration. As the full moon shined bright, your body underwent your second excruciatingly painful transformation into the form of a werewolf.

Two months ago, in the summer before your last year at Hogwarts, you got bitten. You were out in the back garden of your home, relaxing beneath the moonlit sky when a werewolf approached. Everything was a blur, and all you could remember was James’ voice as he casted numerous combat spells to get rid of it.

As of now, your brother James and your parents were the only ones that knew of your lycanthropy. He didn’t want to expose your secret to Remus, and he didn’t want to expose Remus’ secret to you, so he refrained from asking him for help. It was hard for James to decide not to join the rest of the Marauders on full moons, as they would always accompany Remus as their animagi during his transformations, however he chose to stay by your side instead. Last month, he prepared his plan a few days prior, acting sick so that he could have an excuse on the night of the full moon.

Now that school started, it was harder for him to think of an excuse to not join them. Last night he told them that he got detention with Filch, which they barely believed, because if one of them got detention, all four of them did.

It was the morning after, and you were running late to class. Exhaustion was taking its toll on you as you rushed off to potions, still half asleep. You hardly managed to put your tie on correctly, adjusting it as you quickly took your seat in the classroom.

“Miss Potter. You’re just in time. You’ll be partnered with Lupin for this month’s project. Please join him at his table.” Professor Slughorn spoke.

“Yes, Professor.” You answered, moving your books over to the table that Remus was sitting at.

Remus looked at you, offering you a polite smile. “Good morning, Y/n.”

You hung around the Marauders very often, as James would bring you along with him whenever he’d see them. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get roped into their pranks somehow. You were always closest to Remus, as he was the easiest to speak to about anything. He was the only one out of the group other than James that you’d spend time with alone, studying together or having butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks. Despite your closeness, he never confessed his lycanthropy to you, and you hadn’t confessed yours out of fear of burdening him.

“Morning.” You replied, covering your mouth to yawn.

He turned his head to look at you, his heart sinking as he saw the scars on your face. Your transformation from the previous night had taken a serious toll on you, and your rush to get to class caused you to completely forget to cover them. Despite his immediate recognition of what they meant, he didn’t let it show on his face.

“You seem tired. Did you get any sleep?” He inquired, pulling out a chocolate bar from his pocket.

“It was a long night. I was studying.” You answered.

“Studying? This early in the school year? That’s not like you at all.” He teased, offering you the chocolate. "Have some chocolate. You'll feel better."

“Thanks." You took a pieceI’m getting a head start. I’m gonna be ahead of the game this year.”

“Right. We’ll see how long this new you lasts.”

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After Slughorn’s dismissal of the class, you gathered your books and walked out with Remus.

“May I ask you about something, Y/n?” Remus queried, walking beside you.

“Of course. Anything.”

He looked around, making sure the coast was clear before taking your hand before pulling you into an empty classroom. You looked at him in confusion, setting your books down on a desk.

“Those scars. On your face. What happened?”

You swallowed nervously, raising a hand to feel your cheek. Your stomach sank as you realised that you forgot one crucial step in your routine this morning.

“I don’t want to worry you, Remus. It’s nothing.” You spoke.

“You’re worrying me by not telling me. Please, Y/n. Let me help you.” He took your hand from your face, holding it in his own.

“I…I don’t know where to start.” You kept your eyes down, staring at the floor in shame.

“How long?” He questioned.

“What?” You looked up at him, furrowing your brows.

“How long ago were you bitten?”

“How did you know?”

“You look completely drained, there are scars on your face, James has spent two full moons in a row away from us, and I noticed the mark on your arm during class. Your sleeve was riding up while you were taking notes.” He answered, still holding your hand.

Your eyes widened briefly, and you could feel your stomach turning uneasily. Had it been that obvious? Could everyone else tell too?

“Nobody would know unless they knew what to look for.” He said after a moment, almost as if he had read your anxious thoughts.

“But you know what to look for?” You asked.

“I do.” Silence hung in the air for a few moments, before he spoke again, soft and earnestly. “I do because I’m a werewolf too.”

His confession brought both shock and relief to you, and you couldn’t deny the urge to pull him into an embrace, so you did. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back and allowing you to bury your face into his chest. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I know how terrible it is. Especially in the beginning. I’m so sorry.” He rested his cheek on your head, sighing deeply.

“How long?” You asked, pulling your head away slightly to look up at him.

“I was four.” He answered, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Here I was, not telling you because I didn’t want you to have to deal with my problems too. I care too much about you to burden you with my own issues.”

“I care too much about you to let you deal with things on your own. You could never burden me. I had a suspicion, you know. Somehow I felt it. I should’ve asked you sooner. I could’ve helped you in some way.” He replied with a trace of guilt in his tone.

“That’s not your fault, Remus. I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want you to look at me differently, either.”

“I suppose that's the reason I kept it from you, too. I didn’t want you to look at me differently.” He admitted, releasing you from his arms.

“At least now we don’t have to deal with it alone. We have each other.” You smiled at him.

“Your brother, Sirius, and Peter have helped me through countless transformations. If you’re comfortable with it, I think it’s a good idea for you to join us on full moons. It makes a world of a difference, knowing that there are people supporting you.”

You nodded, feeling a weight lift off of your shoulders. “I think I will.”

There was a brief moment of silence between you two, as Remus mustered up the courage to say what he so desperately wanted to say.

“There’s something else I’d like to confess, Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t just care about you as a friend. My feelings for you run deeper than that. I’ve admired you for a long time now, and I care about you more than I can express. I realised that as I saw your scars this morning.” He reached out with a gentle hand, cupping your cheek. ”I want to be there for you, always.”

“Remus…” You spoke, hesitantly but with certainty. “I feel the same way. I never thought I’d find someone that understands me as deeply as you do.”

"And please, don't think that I'm judging your scars. I only took note of them because I knew what they meant. Trust me, you're as beautiful as ever." He smiled warmly, before closing the gap between the two of you to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “Merlin, James is going to kill me.”

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skyward-floored · 1 month

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The cat’s out of the bag chapter 3

Surprise, I finished it! It’s a pi day miracle lol. Yet more adventures of Wind as a cat.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52017334/chapters/137983660

Chapter 2 | Next (coming soon)

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The last bits of light were gone from the sky, revealing stars speckled all across the dark expanse it had become. The moon had risen as well, a thin claw of white partially obscured by the branches of the forest, and Twilight glanced at it once, before looking back at the heroes who were gathered around him.

“So...”

Warriors’ voice seemed loud in the quiet that had fallen over the group, and the captain crossed his arms, giving Twilight an intense look that felt like it burned straight through him.

“Wind touched an item of yours he shouldn’t have, it turned him into a cat, and the only sure-fire way to fix him is with the Master Sword. Am I correct?” he asked in a surprisingly level voice, and Twilight nodded.

“Yes.”

“Hm.”

Warriors raised an eyebrow, but nodded and didn’t push for any further information, to Twilight’s surprise.

...and relief.

He’d just finished his explanation of how Wind had become a feline, and Warriors had seemed... extremely skeptical of the tale. It was true Twilight had tiptoed around the fact that he was Wolfie, and the item that had turned Wind was what he used to do it, but he hadn’t lied at all in his story.

...sidestepped the truth a little, but hadn’t lied.

Time had given Twilight several looks during his explanation of events, as had Wild, but neither of them interjected, and nobody else who knew about Wolfie had said anything either.

And maybe it would have been better just to explain everything, since Warriors and Hyrule were the only two heroes beside Sky who weren’t aware of his wolf-form. But truth be told, Twilight just wasn’t in the mood to face the whole ‘by the way I’m Wolfie’ conversation. He’d already had to explain it all to Wind today, the others could wait a bit longer.

Though, with the faces Warriors was making... it probably wouldn’t be long before he figured it out.

If he hadn’t already.

“So it’s a magic item then,” Hyrule said thoughtfully, then frowned a little. “One that isn’t easy to control... I thought you didn’t like magic, Rancher?”

Twilight shrugged. “I have a few artifacts. That one is just...” He hesitated. “...tricky.”

“That’s one word for it,” Legend snorted under his breath.

“Is the Master Sword really the only way to restore him?” Warriors asked again, and Twilight nodded.

“The only one available to us. Another source of strong, pure light magic might be able to fix him, like the light spirits in my Hyrule, but I’m certain these aren’t my lands. The sword is our best bet.”

“Well that’s unfortunate with Sky missing,” Four frowned. He looked at Wind, and the thoughtfulness in his eyes quickly turned soft. “...Is he asleep already?”

Twilight paused at Four’s hushed question, and looked down at the ball of fluff curled up on his lap, little breathy noises coming from within. Wind’s tail was tucked over his nose, leaving only the top of his face visible, and his eyes were closed, the tension his body had been holding all afternoon finally relaxed.

“I think so,” Twilight whispered back, and Time sighed from next to him.

“Good. He needs the rest. He was barely standing,” he said softly, and Twilight nodded, resisting the urge to cuddle Wind up to his chest.

He would never admit it while the sailor was awake, but he was cute, soft creamy fur with faint windy swirls of a darker pattern on his feet, face, and tail, and big blue-green eyes with a little pink nose. He wasn’t even a completely full-grown cat yet, which only made him more adorable, but Twilight was sure he’d get a bite on the hand if he voiced it.

But... he really was cute.

And exhausted because of you, his brain hissed, and the guilt constricted in Twilight’s middle again. You should have warned him sooner about touching the crystal.

“Poor kid. He’s totally exhausted, huh?” Legend asked, and Twilight checked back into the discussion, nodding.

“The transformation wore him out. It’s a lot of magic all at once, and he wasn’t expecting it at all,” Twilight said quietly, running a gentle hand over Wind’s fur.

“But he’ll be okay, right?” Wild asked, fiddling with his tunic as he looked at the sailor, and Twilight nodded.

“Yeah. The first time is always the worst.”

Warriors narrowed his eyes at that, and Hyrule had a suspicious look on his face as he glanced between Wind and Twilight. Twilight swallowed, and averted his gaze from the two, trying not to fidget.

Okay, maybe I should just come out with it already, this is a bit ridiculous.

Twilight couldn’t quite get his mouth to open, though.

He shifted a little awkwardly on his seat, and Wind suddenly raised his head with a soft mrrp?, looking around sleepily. Everyone immediately quieted down, and they all looked at Wind, who barely seemed awake.

“Sorry Wind, it’s okay. You can go back to sleep,” the rancher whispered, and Wind flicked an ear, then closed his eyes, tucking his paws back underneath him. He let out a breathy little sigh as he curled back up, and was asleep within moments.

Twilight heard a soft click, and looked over to see Wild taking a picture on his slate, a grin on his face.

“It’s for posterity,” he defended when Twilight raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t want future generations to miss out on this cuteness, would you Twi? Or his sister? She’ll be so sad if she hears that this happened and she didn’t get to see.”

Twilight waved a hand in defeat. “I take no responsibility for this if Wind asks.”

“He might not appreciate pictures,” Time mentioned with an eyebrow raised similar to Twilight’s, but Wild just took another picture.

“If it happened to me he would be taking pictures too. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it,” he said cheerily.

Twilight shrugged. He knew Wind had at least one picture of Wild his protégé wouldn’t want getting out. This was just evening the score.

“So... what are we going to do about Sky?” Four asked, trying to get back on track, and Warriors hummed.

“Going out and looking for him now wouldn’t be very productive, it’s too dark,” he said with a look up at the sky. “My suggestion would be that we leave someone up to watch for Sky, do an occasional loop around camp, maybe call now and then. If he hasn’t come around by tomorrow, we can look for him in earnest.”

He glanced at Twilight, and Twilight met his gaze with a level look.

“That sounds fine,” Time said before either of them could say anything, and placed a hand on Twilight’s shoulder. “But now we should all get some rest, you especially rancher.”

Twilight turned towards his ancestor with a confused look. “I’m fine old man, that red potion did the trick.”

“Those don’t fix blood loss though,” Hyrule pointed out helpfully. “At least not all the way. And you still look pale.”

“Our Traveler is correct. Get some sleep, Rancher,” Time said firmly, and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “You’ll be able to help Wind better if you’re well rested.”

Twilight hesitated, then let out a sigh. “Fine.”

He had wanted to stay up for at least one shift of keeping an eye out for Sky, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. Not with everyone watching me like I’m going to suddenly collapse.

Though to be fair, he did still feel a tad dizzy.

Twilight slouched more against the log he was sitting against, unwilling to further disturb Wind from his peaceful slumber by properly lying down, and closed his eyes, beyond tired from the day’s events.

He just hoped they would find Sky quickly.

(...)

Wind stretched himself out with a big yawn, extending his toes and claws into the sunshine, and raising his back up in the air.

He shook himself once he’d finished, and watched the rest of the heroes finish packing up camp. Wind had slept straight through the night and woken up early, but had been sorely disappointed to discover that Sky hadn’t joined them in the middle of the night.

Waking up and remembering he was a cat also wasn’t so fun, but at least he was starting to get used to it.

A spot on his head itched, and Wind huffed, sitting down and attempting to scratch at it with one of his paws. He didn’t have any luck though, merely bonking it once and nearly falling over, and Wind growled in frustration. Oh come on!

“Try your back leg.”

Wind lowered his front paw, and looked over at Wild, who had obviously been watching him.

“Your back leg,” Wild repeated, and pointed to one. “Raise it up and tilt your head, you’ll be able to reach any itches on your head or neck.”

That sounds fake, but okay, Wind thought, then tried to do what Wild said. To his surprise, his foot went right where he wanted it to, and he was able to relieve the itching with barely a thought. Well whaddya know?

Wind gave Wild a grateful look, and the cook shot him a grin.

“No problem, Sailor. I’ve spent enough time around Wolfie and stable dogs to know a few of their tricks,” he said, and Legend snorted from nearby, standing up as he strapped his sword on.

“You’re wild enough without needing to take tips from dogs and wolves, Champ.”

“Hey now, the stable dogs are very civilized,” Wild said, and earned a flick on the ear from Twilight as he walked by. “Hey!”

Wind let out a little mewl of laughter at Wild’s offended look, and Twilight kneeled down next to him, extending an arm. Wind blinked at him, then realized Twilight must want him to climb up and sit on his shoulder again while they walked.

“I know, I would rather walk if it were me too,” Twilight apologized when Wind let out a grumpy little huff. “But we need to figure out what happened to Sky, and we’ll make better ground if I carry you.”

Wind lashed his tail and stood up, walking around in a little circle and concentrating on where he placed every paw. He managed to make it all the way around Twilight without falling over, and gave him a hopeful look.

“See? I’ll be fine!” Wind meowed pointedly, blinking up at Twilight.

Twilight sighed. “Sailor...”

“I think he could walk with us for at least a little while,” Four piped up from nearby, looking down at Wind. “He seems a lot stronger than he did yesterday.”

“Yeah, and he can always just hitch a ride if he gets tired,” Wild added, and Twilight looked between him and Four, then back at Wind.

“You’re sure you can handle walking?” he asked seriously, and Wind nodded, his tail sticking up. Twilight studied him a moment, then sighed, giving him a nod. “...Then I’m okay with it. As long as you let us know the minute you need a break, and let someone carry you.”

Wind scrunched his face up at the addition, but meowed in agreement, willing to put up with it so long as he got to walk by himself.

He felt plenty rested from sleeping, and had practiced walking around a bit while everyone else had woken up and packed up their things. Wind felt much more confident in his paws, even if he was still tripping regularly, and he was eager to walk around more.

Besides, I bet we’ll find Sky really quickly and I won’t even need to walk that long.

“So which way should we go?”

Wind looked up at who’d spoken, Four gesturing to the woods around them. Everyone was packed and ready to go, and they stood ready to begin walking.

...As soon as they figured out where to go.

“...huh. Good question,” Twilight said, looking around the trees as well. “What’s the mostly likely direction for Sky to have ended up in?”

“Well, if we came out over there, and you guys came out over there, then it stands to reason that Sky probably came out in a different direction,” Wild said, studying the woods and pointing in a seemingly random direction. The birch trees he was gesturing to made the forest seem strangely bright, and Wind had to squint a little. “So we should try over here.”

“Why there specifically?” Warriors asked.

Wild shrugged. “The ground slopes up, it’ll probably lead to a good vantage point if nothing else. If Sky isn’t there, we might be able to at least see where he actually is.”

“But what if Sky came out the other direction?” Hyrule asked. “Then we’ll be going away from each other.”

“That might be a risk we have to take,” Time said thoughtfully.

“We might waste a lot of time though,” Warriors cut in, “Sky might need our help, and if he really did come out a different direction...”

They all began to argue about where to go, and Wind rolled his eyes and stopped listening, looking around a minute, then trotting towards a rock nearby that was covered in moss. It smelled pretty interesting, much more interesting then a discussion he couldn’t contribute to, and Wind gave it a curious sniff as he walked around to the other side, out of view of the arguing Links.

The moss looked soft too, and Wind raised a paw, pressing against it and letting out a little purr when he realized he’d been right. It was really soft!

Wind nuzzled up to it, rubbing his face along the moss, then pulled back when a bug nearly crawled on his nose. He sniffed at it, poking it with a paw, then flattened his ears and backed away as a smell hit him, thick and unpleasant. That must be one of those stink bugs Hyrule was talking about.

Wind shook his head in disgust and sniffed around some more, trying to get the bad smell out of his nose by smelling other things. He wandered into the woods a little, smelling pine needles and sunshine, and sat down on a small stone, curling his tail around him as he took in the forest.

As annoying as being stuck as a cat was, it really was kinda cool how heightened his senses were. He could smell all sorts of things about the woods, flowers and animals, and faint traces of the ocean somewhere. He could smell the other heroes from behind him too, each with their own unique scents. Wind could even hear them talking if he swiveled his ears around, though not the exact words.

He could tell they were still arguing though.

Wind shook his head in exasperation, and stood up again, trotting a little deeper into the woods. If they were going to just stand around and argue, he’d look around for Sky himself. He could smell things so well right now, he’d be one of the most likely to find him, right?

Easy-peasy.

A chirp interrupted his thoughts, and Wind looked over to see a little white bird land on a log nearby.

It chirped and hopped along the wood, and Wind couldn’t help staring at it, his tail twitching. Something about it was almost mesmerizing, drawing his focus, and he crept a bit closer, staying low to the ground so the bird wouldn’t see him. It chirped on, oblivious to his presence, and Wind hid behind a stump, poking his head out and watching the bird.

I wonder what would happen if I pounced on it? he thought as it chirped again, then blinked. ...I wonder where that thought came from.

Wind watched the bird again, pecking at the wood below it and trying to get some bugs to eat. His tail gave a big twitch, and Wind began to creep out from the cover of the stump, zeroing in on the bird.

I’ll just jump on it to see if I can, he thought to himself, sneaking closer. Aryll would kill me if she knew I hurt a bird, so I’ll just pounce on it and let it go—

“Wind!”

The bird squawked and flew away, and Wind felt a hand scoop him up by the scruff, startling a mrreow out of him.

“Don’t wander off!” Twilight’s voice scolded, and turned Wind around so he could look at his face. Wind let out a cross hiss at him. “Oh don’t give me that, you’ve been gone ten minutes, we thought you’d gotten lost or something!”

Just because I’m a cat doesn’t mean I suddenly can’t handle myself! Wind thought with an growl, and he and Twilight glared at each other a minute before Twilight sighed, and set him down.

Wind sat down and crossly licked his shoulder, ears flat with annoyance.

“Look, Wind... you’re vulnerable at the moment,” Twilight said, his face creased. “I know it might not feel that way to you, but the truth of it is you are. You’re not used to this form, and you can’t easily defend yourself. You need to be careful.”

“I was being careful!” Wind meowed back, wishing he could actually speak his mind. “I was listening and smelling for danger! And I was looking for Sky! Unlike you all who were just arguing!”

Twilight sighed. “I don’t have any idea what you said, Sailor, I’m sorry. But we figured out where we’re going, so come on back so we can get a move on.”

Wind let out a muttered growl of agreement, and walked along at Twilight’s heels when he turned back towards the others, Wind’s ears still flat.

Great. We’d finally started to get past treating me as a useless kid, and now we’re back to square one! Being a cat doesn’t not make me a hero!

Wind kicked at some pine needles, and tripped, just barely catching himself. Twilight gave him a look, but Wind ignored it, righting himself and looking grumpily at the paws he kept stumbling over.

Sky... please be somewhere close by.

I miss being me.

#kind of filler but next time we’ll get to the good stuff #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu wind #lu twilight #lu chain #all the links #minus sky #linked universe fanfic #kitty wind #ao3 link #writing from the floor #inspiration struck and I was able to finish this earlier wahoo #hope you all enjoy

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Can’t stop thinking about…werewolf Steve.

Werewolf Steve loosely based off the beauty and the beast scene….this is thought because it’s very short. I may write a full fic someday. Not proofread.

Warnings! Violence! Some gore! Werewolves attack reader! Painful transformation! Injury! Minor hurt comfort!

Wandering around during a full moon wasn’t smart. You knew that but after getting into an argument with your ex werewolf boyfriend? You needed to blow off some steam. His fucking attitude was nauseating now that he was Alpha. Almost as bad as Steve Harrington who was your college notable asshole.

These werewolves used their abilities for stupid purposes and to blow off their girlfriends. You broke up with him last week after catching him literally in the act with an omega and if he didn’t have exceptionally strong flesh you would have hit him. But you didn’t want to break your hand.

Your best friend begged you to come to the costume party tonight and you wore a flirty ruffled dress with your hair covered in jeweled clips. You wanted the distraction of dancing, drinking and mentally escaping the everyday life stress. Not argue about how Gerard fucking another girl wasn’t cheating because he was drunk.

You wrapped your long jacket around your body as you squinted, trying to get a signal so you could call an Uber when you heard a growl behind you. Whipping around, you saw six sets of eyes glowing yellow in the dark. Werewolves.

It was a pack. Five of them had black fur but the Alpha was white. The different coat signifies the status of each wolf.

You were fucked.

You knew it was Gerard but you never imagined he would go this far.

Their maws snapped, you could see the glimmer of drool underneath the stars and you took a step back. Looking for any sort of weapon when you saw a large broken off branch. You sprinted towards it, locking your hands around the body as they swarmed you. Jaws snapping as they closed in, barricading you to a corner where no one would see you.

“Get away from me!” You screamed, swinging wildly. “GET BACK!” Gerard in his wolf form growled deeply, his hackles raising as his body preened in preparation.

You held the branch like a bat but you knew you were going to die or worse. Be tortured for hours.

“Little red?” You gasped and saw Steve Harrington on your left, he was holding a bouquet of roses with wide eyes. You had no idea where the fuck he came from but now you were both going to be killed.

“Run! Steve run!! GO!” You were screaming so loudly your lungs constricted but Steve collapsed onto all fours.

By the pained screams, you knew this transformation was new for him but you didn’t have time to think about it . Once they grew used to it, wolves usually kept their agony silent. A claw raked across your arm and you turned, yelling as Gerard loomed over you. Swinging, you managed to hit him across the jaw.

They all moved to jump on you when a roar stalled them. Steve, or what used to be Steve, lunged then all snapping, biting and tearing at them with his claws. Several of them were thrown as his maw latched around their neck as he threw them across the yard.

How this turned from a party to a fight was beyond you. But your ex boyfriend refused to go down easily as he sank his fangs deeply into Steve’s back. He let out a howl but he didn’t stop, before he planted his paws and roared so loudly you had to cover your ears.

They all finally stopped, their heads lowering. Steve’s dominating demeanor forced them to start walking away. King Steve came to your rescue. While carrying a bouquet of roses. This you never imagined happening. He was known to be an asshole. A player. But…maybe there was more.

As they all left, you turned. Ready to leave him. Your arm needed attending to when you heard a whine.

He collapsed on the ground. And you changed your mind quickly. Rushing over, you pulled off your jacket and covered his body. “Steve?” His yellow eyes stared at you, glazed but with recognition.

“You have to help me…you have to stand. I can help you.” You whispered. “I can find some way to get you home.”

You started to stroke his fur and he bumped your hand. Signaling you keep going and a small smile painted your face. Maybe there was something sweet. And almost kind to him. And you would have to find out something about those roses.

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pennys-thick-thighs · 1 year

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READING IS THE BEST MEDICINE | REMUS LUPIN

disclaimer: remus’ werewolf form looks like a large wolf, not the sort of odd, skeleton in the films

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silence was the only thing that could be heard in the marauders dorm. three of the four had left, going to lessons as normal while the fourth stayed behind. remus was recovering from a full moon, although they weren’t as bad as they had been in previous years.

his head lay on your chest, his hands wrapped around your waist underneath your baggy jumper. he came in from his monthly roam around with one small scratch on his collarbone. he was thankful that was all. he didn’t realise you being there could help even more than it only being him and his friends.

you had figured out remus’ ‘furry little secret’ not long after you’d started to speak at hogwarts. it wasn’t as hard to discover as remus had thought. or maybe you just payed far too much attention to him and noticed more about his body language and attitude.

once you began dating, now in your 7th year, he eventually told you. he was bricking it and your simple reply was, ‘okay. i fancy a walk, wanna come?’ to say he was baffled was an understatement. he’d just told you that he turned into a murderous monster every month and you asked him to go on a walk. he repeated his statement, thinking you’d misheard him, but your reply was, ‘i heard you, love. d’you wanna go on a walk?’

once you explained that you knew and didn’t care, remus let it go. well, verbally. mentally, he was still trying to find excuses why you wouldn’t want to go out with him. at one point, running out of reasons, he asked, ‘why do you still want to date me?’

you sighed. the sigh wasn’t one of annoyance or boredom; you just wanted him to understand he was more than the creature he turned into monthly. you asked him what he meant, butting in with a ‘don’t give me the whole ‘but i’m a monster’ speech, you fold your socks, you’re not scary.’

remus had paused at that, a faint heat creeping onto his cheeks. he tried to think of new reasons, his mouth opening and closing every few seconds. you were smug you’d finally silenced his worries and spent the next few hours making sure he felt as much love as you could possibly give him.

you’d recently decided to join the marauders on their monthly routine with little argument from everyone but remus, who was adamant that you stayed in the castle. you’d already became an animagus before even thinking of using the ability to help remus, curious of how it would turn out. your animagus was a wolf, smaller than remus’ werewolf form.

he’d given on trying to stop you after you’d given a large speech on feeling as though you don’t do enough to help him. you’d made it explicitly clear that if anything were to happen to you, it would be your fault and yours alone: you’d made the choice, no one had forced you.

so, remus relented. at first, after transforming, remus’ wolf form was wary of your animagus form but only took a few minutes to warm up to you, nudging his snout with yours. it pleased you to see you were welcomed along with them, even more pleased you hadn’t gotten yourself killed along the way.

so, now, you had decided to stay with remus. well, he’d decided you’d stay with him. your fingers brushed through his hair, his body between your legs, his ear pressed to your chest, listening to your heartbeat. his eyes were closed but you knew he wasn’t sleeping. he’d woke up from a long nap only an hour ago.

“anything hurt? d’you need a potion, or something?” you asked, voice a whisper so you wouldn’t disturb him.

“no, thanks. i’m comfy.” he mumbled into your jumper.

“you want anything else? chocolate, a drink?” you questioned.

“no, thanks,” remus grinned sleepily, hugging you impossibly closer, “you can’t move, i’m comfy.”

“yes, your lordship.” you joked, smiling.

“actually, could you do something?” remus inquired after a moment more of comfortable silence.

“anything.” you muttered.

“read to me. i’m too lazy to pick up my book and i got to a good bit yesterday.” remus requested and you lifted your hand from his hair. “no, use your other hand.”

you scoffed a chuckled, threading your fingers back through his hair, feeling him hum lightly in satisfaction as you reached to pick up his book, opening the plug to his lasts page with minor difficulties, considering you weren’t allowed to move your other hand.

you started reading aloud to remus and he found himself wishing the book wouldn’t end. despite this happening because of his recovery from the full moon, which he hated with every fibre of his being, and rightly so, these small moments of peace with you were worth all the pain. remus loved having your full attention, even if you were mindlessly chatting away about something he didn’t really care about, he loved that you were speaking to him.

the peace was broken was sirius suddenly crashed through the door, remus opening an eye to look at his friend who grinned at him, james and peter running up behind him.

sirius faked a gag, “merlin, you’re both sickening!”

“fuck off.” remus mumbled, closing his eye again, wishing the only sound was your enthusiastic voice reading to him.

“aw,” sirius cooed, pulling the book from your hand, “reading to him? i need to have you both on restraining orders to save my mentality.”

“oh, leave them alone, pads. you’re just jealous that ravenclaw didn’t flirt back.” james laughed, dodging the pillow siris threw at him.

“he just didn’t look at me enough.” sirius grumbled, slapping the book back into your hand. “y’know they say laughter’s the best medicine, not reading?”

“ just don’t wanna force a laugh at your shitty jokes today.” remus said, his voice muffled in your jumper.

sirius gasped loudly and started ranting ‘angrily’. so much for reading in peace.

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ew :)

anyway, i wanted to say i can take requests (i have a pinned post for the people i write for) if anyone wants a blurb or something. (smut, fluff, angst whatever)

#remus lupin blurb #remus lupin x reader #remus x you #remus x reader #remus lupin #marauders #maruaders x reader #harry potter #james potter #peter pettigrew #sirius black #marauders era

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jammed-out · 5 months

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Hypnovember Day 22 - Never The Same

(CW: First person, feral transformation, pet brainwashing)

“Beg for me darling…” The witches voice curled around your mind tugging at it like an invisible leash. You whimpered gasping, begging, your unfamiliar legs trembling under you as you fell forward onto all fours. Your fingers cracked, pulling in towards your hand, shortening into something more paw like. You felt your arms bend, cracking under the strain as you fell forward towards the ground.

You looked up at the witch, her lips curled up into a wicked smile. You tried to speak, beg her to stop, even as your mouth pulled outward stretching forward into a snout, new teeth growing and old ones changing. You tried to say a word only for it to sound like a garbled mess of syllables. You whimpered instead, only able to manage that.

“Now that’s much more like it pet. You do know how hard it is to source werewolf spit and fuse it into a potion.” You looked up at her whimpering. You hadn’t asked for this, you just wanted a potion of animal speaking, not to turn into an animal. “Oh don’t be like that. You’ll only transform during the full moon, otherwise, you’ll just be my cute little puppy. And of course you’ll be able to talk to animals, I did promise that.”

You whined feeling your spine shift, bending inward as a tail forced its way out of your back. Your clothes already in shreds on the floor as the fur began to break out spreading over and across your skin. You could feel your ears stretching, pulling out into that of a canine. The full moon taking its effect on you as the changes continued.

“Pet now do me a favor and let me just…” She reached out with her hand, blue tendrils of smoke snaking towards you. You backed up, stumbling and tripping on four legs, unfamiliar to you. The smoke wrapped around your head. You could feel it snaking its way into your nose, your mouth, your ears, your….

Everything grew hazy as the smoke filled your mind. Everything began to blur except for the witch standing there, her legs spread wide. You sniffed the air, you could smell her scent wafting off of her. The arousal pooling between her legs. It smelled really good. Your mouth watered.

“Now pet. Sit.” You felt your hind legs bend as your butt slammed against the ground, your tail wagging back and forth eagerly. You panted, your tongue sticking out of your mouth.

“Lay down.” The words echoed like a command in your head and your dropped down, wiggling your ass back and forth against the floor. The movement added enough friction to only make you more aroused.

“You’ll do anything for me won’t you pet?” You barked quickly, no longer thinking about anything except doing as your owner commanded.

“You’re a good little pet aren’t you?” She walked over and began to scratch behind your ear. “Don’t worry. Before the night is up we’ll completely rewrite that mind of yours into the perfect little obedient pet for me. What good was all that adventuring for anyways.” You barked again in approval. The witch smiled and ran a glowing blue finger up over your snout to boop you on the nose. You sniffed and licked at her finger eagerly.

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#brainwashing #mind control #mind conditioning #my writings #transformation #hypnovember #jam out hypnovember

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anonymous-dentist · 6 months

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I did my civic duty! What about a post-Breaking Dawn canon spiderbit drabble? :D

It's the night of the full moon, and Cellbit is half-asleep in a hammock in the middle of the woods. It's close to midnight, and he's exhausted. The others are all out somewhere else in the woods, leaving Cellbit alone.

He yawns into his hand and lets his eyes drift shut just for a moment, because maybe his sleep schedule has almost gotten fixed since the wedding last month. Because maybe his absolute baby of a husband will pick him up and carry him to bed if they both aren't snuggling under the covers by midnight.

A howl echoes through the forest, quickly followed by four others. None of them are Roier, though, so Cellbit pretends not to pay attention. Whatever the others found is their problem, not his, and definitely not his husband's.

Cellbit sighs and lets his arm swing over the edge of the hammock, his hand lightly grazing the forest floor. Warm breaths puff against his fingers. Sneaky.

"Oh," Cellbit dramatically says, "I'm so frightened! I'm all alone in the woods, and there are monsters nearby!"

He's speaking in Spanish for the wolf's sake (however many Duolingo sessions and one-on-one lessons Roier does, the wolf is but a humble animal; it can barely understand Spain's particular dialect of Spanish most days, unfortunately for poor Maximus.)

There's a low growl, protective. A warm body presses itself against the bottom of the hammock as the beast beneath stands and bares its fangs at the world around them.

Cellbit fights a smile. "Oh, if only there was a big, strong, powerful werewolf to protect me! But I'm all alone. Even my handsome and strong husband left me behi-"

He yelps as he's tackled off of the hammock and pinned to the ground by paws the size of dinner plates. His eyes fly open and they meet the wolf's.

And then the wolf drops a destroyed and slobbery tennis ball right on Cellbit's face with a lopsided doggy grin.

The ball rolls off of Cellbit's damp and unimpressed face and onto the ground.

"Gross," Cellbit flatly says. He gives the wolf scratches behind his big floppy ears, anyway. "You're heavy, guapito. You might break me."

Roier knows better to think that, even in wolf form, so he just starts giving Cellbit face licks as if assuring him, "I'm here! You asked, and I'm here!"

Because maybe this happens every full moon. Maybe Cellbit lets Roier try and hide from him after a couple of rounds of fetch, and maybe Cellbit eventually starts playing along. It always ends with Cellbit talking about how scared and alone he is, and it always ends with him with a big heavy werewolf laying across him.

Once upon a time, Roier was embarrassed by it. He likes being romantic, and there's literally nothing romantic about anything he does when transformed. But, now, he just blushes and takes the compliments he gets every morning after when Cellbit gushes about how cute he is when he's trying to protect him.

Roier's jaws slowly close around one of Cellbit's wrists, but he doesn't bite down. Even transformed and running on instincts, he knows better... mostly because the wolf knows that it doesn't like when Cellbit cries and things cry when you bite them. (Or that's how Roier explained it, anyway.)

"Soon," Cellbit promises, and that's enough to cheer Roier up enough to start giving him puppy kisses again.

Marriage is awesome. So what if Cellbit's husband is a furry? Love is love. Some people are werewolves, and that's just fine.

#asks!#monster au fic #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#SO FAR POST CANON LOL

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wheretheharekissesthefox · 4 months

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A pretty distraction

When Gale transforms into a woman during a mission, Tav and Astarion can’t keep their dirty thoughts at bay. Poor Karlach and Wyll get caught in the cross fire.

(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, threesome, body worship, cowgirl, fellatio, fingering, polymorph spell)

Notes:

Karlach’s and Wyll’s faith is based on this fic.

"The Staff of Authority. What's that thing again?"

"It's the sceptre that the Council of Four passes onto their successors during the ceremony," Wyll explained a second time, slightly irritated. "It's a meaningful and important artefact of the Baldur's Gate nobles."

"How boring," Astarion retorted. "They have no imagination. They should have come up with something more fun. Like a butt plug. That would be more enjoyable than the stick those nobles have up their asses."

Wyll almost frothed at the mouth.

"Have you no respect? These noble families play an extremely important roles to keep Baldur's Gate the flourishing city it is!"

"It still can't hold a candle to the City of Splendors," Gale chimed in, smirking smugly.

"Stop encouraging Astarion's bad manners!" the warlock hissed.

"Calm down, sunshine. Gale's clearly teasing," Karlach chuckled and wrapped an arm around her lover.

Wyll grumbled unintelligible, but was glad for the grounding touch.

"But the Staff of Authority got stolen and your father tasked us with getting it back," Tav finished the conversation.

The vampire spawn wrinkled his nose.

"I never liked playing the hero."

"Stop complaining, love. We all know, deep down, you're a softie," the bard teased him lightly, kissing his cheek.

The addressed pursed his lips and tried to look more pissed than he actually was – and failed.

"At least, we know where the item is," Gale sighed. "I'm glad we're done drinking our way through every seedy tavern of the city. The watered-down beer was repelling. Downright vile."

"Oh, shut up, darling. We all know you prefer the finer things in life. Something full-bodied and red."

"Like me!" grinned Karlach and winked.

Tav burst out into laughter and the tiefling was pleased with herself.

"Anyway, we must hurry to get the Staff of Authority back because it'll be auctioned off via the black market tonight," Gale brought the conversation back to the original topic. "So, here's the plan; Tav will wear her best red dress, heading towards the building. The security guard will be distracted by her beauty and, with a weaponized smile and wink, she'll get pass them. After walking down the hallway, she'll enter the buffet room and open a window, complaining about the stuffy air inside. While everyone will move to the auction hall, Astarion will squeeze through the window, cloaked in an invisibility spell, make his way backstage to the storage room, and boom; we'll get the Staff of Authority back."

"You know that won't work, right?" remarked Astarion, eyeing the wizard judgingly. "Nobody would let Tav in, not to mention that she doesn't own a single dress in the first place."

"Well, we could make it work," replied the wizard, miffed.

"Let me do it then. I look smashing in red," beamed Karlach, already planning her sneak attacks.

Tsking, the vampire spawn rolled his eyes, annoyed of all the bullshit.

"I hate to be the one to say it, but Astarion's right," chimed Tav in. "Neither you nor I are what men typically desire in a woman."

Karlach pouted, fussing with her braids.

"We could really use Shadowheart right now," said Wyll.

"Mhm, but she can't neglect her duties as a high priestess of Selûne. They're really busy at the temple at the moment because the Moon Festival's near," Tav replied, looking wistful.

"Hm... I have an idea," Gale announced.

He waved about his arms elegantly, reciting a magic spell, and right before his friends' eyes, he turned into a beautiful, shapely woman.

"Gods, you're gorgeous!" Astarion blurted out.

Immediately, Gale turned crimson.

"You think so?" he muttered with a warm, singsong-y, sultry voice.

"Fuck," Tav breathed, enraptured.

"Indeed, darling. 'Fuck'," the vampire spawn snickered, licking his lips.

"Can you two stop eying your lover like a dish on the dinner table?" Wyll asked, uncomfortable.

"Oh, we'll eat him right up, don't you worry," Astarion purred and Gale hid his heated face behind his hands in embarrassment.

Wyll was thankful that his skin colour concealed the blush which would have been visible all across his face and neck otherwise. Karlach laughed and pulled him against her chest.

"Gale does look hot though," she smirked.

"Hold that thought," Tav told Astarion who grinned, "but first we must complete our task."

Instead of squeezing through a window, they used an invisibility spell to sneak into the building. Gale didn't even have to enchant the guards, all he needed was a sultry blink of his big, brown eyes, a coy smile, and the plunging neckline of his deep blue dress. Stealing back the Staff of Authority was easy – especially when being accompanied by someone who had nimble fingers like Astarion. Within five minutes, they were in and out of the building, and when the black market merchants realised that the item was gone and chaos broke out, Tav and her friends were already halfway across the city.

"That was easier than expected," grinned the bard. " Ulder Ravengard will be pleased."

Wyll's father was delighted about their successful deed, thanking them profoundly in the name of the Baldur's Gate population. Tav wished they would have received coin instead of praise, but beggars can't be choosers.

"Thank you for helping to keep a decades-old tradition alive," Ulder beamed. "It would have been an absolute devastation to lose such an important and meaningful historical artefact."

"No problem. It's our job to help people in need," Tav lilted, hoping to remind the Grand Duke to finally pay them with actual money. "And it's wonderful to see Wyll and Karlach again. We hadn't found the time to meet up since they'd left Waterdeep two months ago. I'm dying to find out what they'd been up to."

"About that... There's something Karlach and I want to tell you," replied Wyll, clearing his throat. "Well... we've decided to extend the hunting lodge in the nearby forest that belongs to the Ravengard family. There, we want to raise our future children. Of course, guests are always welcome. And I'll take on the offered position as General of the City Guard."

Tav raised an eyebrow and asked: "You'll be a part of the Flaming Fists? The guys who made our lives harder when we fought the Absolute?"

"No, no," Wyll explained hastily. "The City Guard is a new faction. It was founded after we destroyed Gortash's Steel Watch. They're a separate group and have nothing to do with the Flaming Fists."

"Unfortunately, the latter aren't what they once were," sighed Ulder. "Back when I was a marshal, the Flaming Fists were in their prime."

Tav bit her tongue to keep herself from giving a cheeky reply. One look at Astarion revealed that he was doing the same.

"Finally!" the vampire spawn exclaimed, slamming the door of their rented room shut. "I thought Ravengard would never shut up! He didn't even pay us, that cutthroat!"

"Yeah, it's a bit disappointing," Tav agreed.

"An understatement. But... we can finally devour our wonderful wizard."

Astarion locked eyes with Gale, licking his lips hungrily, and the latter shuddered in anticipation. The wizard hadn't dropped his magic disguise yet, still presenting himself as a busty woman. Astarion stalked closer to him, truly looking like the predator he was.

"I want to devour you, darling," he purred, stroking Gale's cheek. "Take your dress off."

The addressed blushed, but snapped his fingers and was stark naked in an instant.

"You're beautiful this way, but I would miss that lovely cock of yours if you'd stay like this forever," the vampire spawn revealed.

The wizard cleared his throat, flustered.

"Well... I can change my uhm… 'appearance'. Down there."

"Hmm, Gods, yes." Astarion bit his lip and felt arousal shoot through him like lightning.

With a heated face, Gale mumbled a spell and his genitalia changed back to its original form. Both the vampire spawn and the human bard stared at him hungrily.

"Gods, darling, let me. Please," Astarion begged, almost whined, and before he got an answer, he was on his knees and swallowed Gale's member down. The latter gasped, one hand immediately flying to his lover's head and stroking his pointed ear. Astarion moaned around him and the wizard shuddered.

"You look so beautiful together," Tav remarked.

She moved closer, petting Astarion's hair with one hand while pulling Gale in with the other. They kissed tenderly, a sensual slide of their tongues. The wizard moaned lowly into her mouth.

"Astarion," he warned. The addressed hummed, rolling his balls in one hand. "Stop, please. I - I don't want it to end yet."

The vampire spawn drew back, panting and with his pupils blown wide. Gale gasped for air and desperately tried to gain control. Tav kissed his cheek and asked: "Everything alright?"

The wizard nodded, still slightly out of breath. A bit unsteady on his legs, Astarion got up. Tav reached for him and kissed him hungrily. When she finally let go of him, Gale gave him a peck too. They moved over to the bed, laying the wizard out like a feast. Tav started to kiss his collarbones, then, his breasts. Astarion nibbled on his neck. Gale trembled with pleasure, panting erratically. The few, low noises he made sounded foreign to his own ears. He wasn't used to the female voice that left his mouth.

The wizard still struggled to accept being at the receiving end of pleasure instead of giving it. Tav had realised his reluctance, how it had been hammered into him by Mystra to be the worshiper, and, since then, the bard showed him over and over again what it means to be worshiped for once. Gale was still slightly uncomfortable with it, but got better at enjoying it each time, no longer feeling so terribly guilty for taking instead of giving.

Now, it wasn't any different, and Gale let the pleasure wash over him guilt-free, panting and trembling under the gentle affection provided by Astarion and Tav.

"Beautiful," the vampire spawn whispered, petting the wizard's long, sweaty mane.

"Can I ride you?" the bard asked, looking desperate.

"Please do," whispered Gale and almost choked on a moan when his lover sunk down on him.

Tav was always so soft, wet, and hot around him. She felt amazing and wasn't afraid or ashamed to voice her desires. He loved it.

Astarion fondled Gale's big breasts, sucking on his nipples, and the wizard's hips bucked up with a gasp.

"That's it, darling. Show us how good you feel," the vampire spawn purred and kissed him sloppily.

Gale's breath hitched when he climaxed, trembling all over. Tav moaned loudly and shamelessly, grinding her hips down. It was too much and the wizard whimpered.

"Apologies, love," the bard panted and got off of him.

As always, she'd interpreted his body language correctly. Gale sighed a breath of relief. Tav crawled closer and started to blow Astarion who moaned against the wizard's lips.

"Slow down, darling."

The vampire spawn's plea fell on deaf ears and he mewled when Tav slipped a finger into his hole. Astarion's head fell back as he panted open-mouthed, exposing the long line of his neck. He lifted his right leg up over Tav's shoulder to give her better access. Gale littered the vampire spawn's neck with kisses, making him pant even harder. Suddenly, Astarion whined, digging his nails into Gale's shoulders.

"Yes! Right there, darling, right there! Aah!"

Tav hummed pleased and kept sucking him off while stroking his prostate. Astarion almost screamed when he came, covering Gale's soft stomach with his seeds. A bit roughly, he grabbed onto Tav and hauled her up to smash their mouths together.

"Gods..." Astarion felt dizzy.

Smiling at him, the bard caressed his cheek.

"Alright?" she asked.

The vampire spawn nodded, sighing contently when Tav kissed his forehead and Gale his temple. The latter finally dropped his polymorph spell, feeling incredibly drained and tired.

"I need sleep," mumbled Gale into Astarion's shoulder.

He curled up against the vampire spawn while Tav scooted closer to Astarion's other side. The latter smiled contently and sated.

"We must do this again," he remarked and his lovers hummed agreeingly.

Snuggled close together, they fell asleep.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fanfic #astarion #astarion ancunin #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #karlach #karlach cliffgate #wyll #wyll ravengard #astarion x gale x tav #smut #mind the trigger warning

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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 3 months

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I really loved the werewolf! sanford you wrote! I was wondering if you could do a follow up where someone on the team accidentally turns the reader? (maybe Hank or Sanford himself)

It's another werewolf! All dressed up in sheep's wool, and changing when the moons full. Can you show me the way?

Werewolf!Sanford x Demigirl!Reader P2

CW: Reader gets hurt, whole team gets hurt, descriptions of gore, vomit and body horror.

[Part 1] - will link later lol

Deimos had the zoomies, sprinting back and forth from your bedroom to the front door, his toes tip tapping with impatience and excitement. It'd been a couple months since you started going on hunts with the boys, always on Sanford's broad back, the night air fresh in your lungs, hair blown by the wind.

The boys felt safe enough to transform inside the base with you around, seeing as you could open the door to let them out. "I'm coming, hold your horses Dei." You chuckled as he ran up again, whining softly with puppy eyes, ears drawn back.

Something softly headbutted your back, and you turned to see Doc, who strolled passed and sat by the door. Hurry up. He was patient, yes, but even he was starting to get bored of waiting.

There was a scuffling noise in the kitchen, and you wandered over to see Hank with their head inside the bin, rummaging around for some leftovers. He turned to look at you, a chicken leg bone in his mouth. Yesterday's scraps, tonight's lunch.

Sanford padded out of your room, yawning widely, chuffing softly as he nuzzled his cold nose into your hand. "You ready Fordie?" He licked your palm, and you headed to the door, both wolves trailing behind.

Dei yipped in excitement, his feet tapping away still. He was the quickest of the pack, always sprinting around while outside, a supercharged battery burning off its excess energy.

Opening the door, the four wolves exited first, Deimos running off ahead, Doc walking behind, clearly intent on waiting until the door was secure as usual. Hank was still gnawing away at their treat, enjoying the marrow seeping out at they cracked and splintered the old bone. Sanford took a few paces outside, before laying down so you could climb on his back.

You pet Doc's head, setting the lock on the door before hopping into Sanford's back. "Alright furry boys, let's ride!"

Hank took off after Deimos, being easily swallowed by the night as the full moon was obscured by heavy clouds. Doc and Sanford followed, keeping pace with each other. It was routine, Deimos and Hank would run off up front, San and Doc taking up the rear, though rarely did they stray too far from each other.

The strength of a wolf is his pack, and the strength of a pack is the wolf. You could feel Sanford's heart beating against your thigh, his chest heaving as he ran along, his heavy paws thudding along, coughing up earth with his claws.

Up ahead, Deimos and Hank were atop a cliff, the smaller wolf looking skyward, awaiting for the very brief window when the moon would be visible. The three of you caught up, and you got off Sanford's back, the wolves grouping together to call a hunt.

A slither of silver shone in the sky, and Doc threw back his head, letting out a mournful howl, which was joined in a chorus by the rest. Butterflies filled your stomach, and you couldn't resist, howling with them too. And the moon vanished, hiding herself away for this night.

Hank threw you a questioning look, before marching down the cliff side, uninterested in you. Doc approached, nudging you with his head before turning to follow Hank. Deimos was wagging his tail, giving a soft awoo and giving a playful bow. Like Doc, he rubbed against you before waiting at the cliff.

San came up last, rubbing his face affectionately against you, rubbing his scent all over you. He'd asked you to be his partner recently, and you agreed excitedly. He'd given you a whole new happier life, of course you'd want to share it with him.

He bowed again, letting you climb atop, getting a good grip of his neck fur as you leaned into him, the cliff was pretty steep, staying low was the best way to keep safe and on top of your ride.

Together Dei and San raced, kicking up rocks in their wake, excitement flooding your veins. You weren't super into the killing, but the pack activities really helped bond you with the boys, they offered you more physical affection. Deimos was always trying to snuggle with you and Sanford, Doc would touch your hair softly as he passed by, Hank would... sometimes offer you a thumbs up.

Despite not being a wolf, you fit perfectly into the pack, as a pack mate, and as Sanford's girlfriend. Once again you hopped off his back, ahead of you stood a band of vampires. Stepping back, you tightly gripped the silver crucifix Doc had given you, the bottom of it had been sharpened like a knife, a powerful weapon for banishing supernatural beasts of all shapes and sizes.

"Fuck 'em up boys." At your command, the wolves lunged forward, the turf war underway. The wolves, all being skilled fighters in normal life, had the upper hand, and with their blood being corrosive to vampire's innards, it was sure to be a massacre.

Coloured blood painted the streets, neon leaking on every surface. Even the werewolves' badass bitch managed to take down one or two, Doc's gift proving to be incredibly useful.

Blood splashed into Hank's eyes, they were temporaily blinded, and with no arms to wipe the blood away, they latched onto the nearest thing that wasn't a wolf and smelled of vampires.

You screamed as his teeth dug in, and instantly he let go, realising his mistake. Deimos ripped the intestines of the last vamp standing, while Doc spun on his paws, noticing you crumple to the ground, clinging to your mauled arm.

"Hank you bastard!" Sanford snarled, lunging at him, the two sending fur and blood flying as they fought, San in pure rage, and Hank in self defence.

Doc raced over, Deimos following behind, both scared. "What happened?" Dei looked to Doc, eyes stricken with terror. "Vampire?"

"It was Hank. Sanford and I saw it." Doc nuzzled his face against you, licking your wound, but the pain didn't subside as it had with Sanford all those months back, it felt like acid was pouring into your skin.

"IT BURNS!" You dropped your weapon, Doc smelled burnt flesh and he nudged your hand, the silver having left a scald. The pain was overwhelming, you'd even missed out on the fact you could understand the wolves words now.

"SANFORD! STOP! She's going to turn!" Doc barked out, and a bloodied up Sanford tossed Hank aside before laying next to you, Hank had gotten a good few bites and scratches into his already wounded body.

"You.. I'm sorry, I didn't protect you princess." His golden eyes filled with hurt and pain, pain of being unable to protect his partner, his woman.

Agony filled your body, bones creaking and starting to reshape, nails splitting into claws, blood and teeth flooded out your mouth, old human ones forced out as new wolf ones formed in, round, sharp, capable of splitting flesh from bone.

There were no words to describe the hell your fragile body was going through, spine cracking and extending, legs bending unnaturally to take on new form. Blood, snot and tears flooded from your face, and it tore Sanford up, because there was nothing any of them could do to ease the suffering.

"They're going to be okay, right?" Deimos sounded panicked.

"Of course they are. She's always had a wolf's strength. Only now they've got the body to go along with the spirit." Doc put his tail around Dei's back, and Dei leaned into his father figure, whining softly.

Your body felt like it was on fire, a mixture of blood and puke rolled out of your mouth, your claws scraping up the concrete road. Bright wolf eyes opened, scanning the rest of her pack, seeing them in a whole new perspective.

"I know it hurts." Sanford placed his muzzle over yours, body twitching and settling into its new self. "The first few always do. But your body will get used to it. And they will never be as painful as the first one, that's when the worst changes happen. We've all been through it princess."

You rested your face into San's thick neck fur, his once off putting dog smell now appealing. "D-does.. t-this me--mean I get to bite the n-next one who joins u-us?" The joke fell flat, but Sanford licked your muzzle.

Hank took a step forward, and Sanford snarled at him, ready to attack if he advanced again. "I.. I'm sorry. It was an accident. Blood in my eyes. Instinct to bite."

"You are banished from the pack tonight. You will spend the night alone, and as many moons as it takes for her to forgive you." Doc commanded, his teeth bared. "Is that clear?"

"No." You eyed Doc, who's ears went backwards.

"I'm sorry?"

"Hank will not be punished like that. While I don't forgive them for what they've done to me, I will not deprive them of one of the only comforts they know." Your grey fur bristled.

"Are you sure?" Sanford mumbled lowly, never taking his eyes off Hank.

"Yes. You taught me the way of the wolf, and depriving them of that is cruel. But make no mistake, you are not to touch me, in any shape or form, my body is not yours to lay a claw or fang on again. You will have to do a lot to earn forgiveness, but if you try, perhaps you will."

Taking the lead, you turned and began heading towards home, each step painful as bones and muscles had to adjust to their new positions and lengths, black tipped tail hanging limp. Sanford followed, Dei behind him, Doc next, and Hank bringing up the rear.

"You are lucky," Doc growled. "that they are so kind. Even now, she has pared you from isolation, after what you've done."

"I know." Hank's tail was slightly between their legs.

Doc stopped in his tracks, letting the three of you get a lead, just enough to be out of earshot. "Besides, you owe Sanford an apology too."

"How so?"

"He wanted to change them himself." Doc gave a wolfy chuckle before plodding onwards, leaving Hank to ponder a moment. They would let their packmates nurse each others wounds, allowing their own to scab over without help, a self inflected punishment.

They trudged along, a space next to Doc was calling his name in the den bed. A space that was furthest from Sanford and his mate.

#hank #deimos #sanford #2bdamned #madcom #madness combat #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madness combat reader insert #sanford x reader #cw gore #x gon deliver to ya #queue'd

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impishtubist · 11 months

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Please write a scene where Padfoot is trying to manage his three unruly werewolf cubs AND husband during the full moon, while also keeping his three regular puppies safe.

Okay, so, the premise of this is that Sirius/Padfoot knocked Remus/Moony up and they ended up with a litter of 6: three werepuppies and three regular dog puppies. The werepuppies are Romulus, Idaho, and Mr. Sparkles, and the dog puppies are Ophelia, Estela, and Harold. I have also decided that the werepuppies are actually reverse werewolves, so they are wolves 90% of the time and human only on the full moon. Wolfstar is also raising Harry and Teddy, who are teenagers here.

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9:33 PM

As soon as the transformation is over, Sirius sweeps Romulus into his arms, peppering the toddler’s face with kisses as the child giggles. Harry and Teddy each pick up their own assigned toddler--Idaho for Harry, and Mr. Sparkles for Teddy.

“Right, boys, let’s get them some clothes,” Sirius says, carrying Romulus into the guest bedroom with Harry and Teddy following him.

“No clothes, Papa!” Romulus cries, squirming as Sirius wrestles him into a t-shirt and overalls. Sirius doesn’t exactly blame him--their werechildren are only human once a month, and clothes are a strange concept for them--but he also doesn’t want three naked toddlers running around the cottage and the garden.

“Yes, clothes,” Sirius says as Harry and Teddy finish dressing the other two. He sets Romulus on the floor, and the other two soon follow. “Right, how about you go say hi to Da, yeah?”

Moony is still in the living room, having engaged their three dogchildren in a four-way tug-of-war with one of the many rope toys they have scattered throughout the house. Ophelia, Estela, and Harold have all ganged up on Moony, and he’s pretending to lose to them. When he finally admits defeat, he rolls onto his back, exposing his belly, and the three puppies and three toddlers pile on top of him.

“Looks like it’ll be a quiet night, Padfoot,” Harry says, clapping Sirius on the shoulder. At seventeen, he’s already surpassed Remus in height, and is now nearly as tall as Sirius. “So if you don’t mind, I’m--”

“No,” Sirius says firmly, pointing a finger at his eldest son. “You’re not sneaking off to spend the night with Cedric. It’s the full moon, and you agreed to help out.”

Harry sighs. “Fine. But you’re not gonna need me, you’ll see.”

10:45 PM

“Romulus! Idaho!” Sirius exclaims. “Harry!”

Harold the dog and Harry the human both look around, and Sirius glares at human Harry.

“You,” he says. “You were supposed to be watching Idaho!”

“Well, you were supposed to be watching Romulus!” Harry retorts, coming into the kitchen to see what has Sirius so worked up. The toddlers have always been fascinated by the magic food box (the refrigerator) that they’re denied access to as werewolves. On the one night of the month when they have human bodies--and opposable thumbs--they always try to get inside.

Romulus and Idaho are seated on the floor in front of the open refrigerator, covered in various jams and sauces, cooked rice and chicken and vegetables scattered on the floor around them.

“You,” Sirius says, glowering at Harry, “are giving them a bath.”

“Me? What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to find out what Teddy and Sparky are up to.”

11:00 PM

Sirius finally finds Teddy and Mr. Sparkles in the attic.

“What are you two up to?” he asks, warily eyeing the intricate runes drawn on the floor with the sidewalk chalk they keep in the garage.

“Summoning a demon, Papa,” Teddy says as he applies another layer of purple nail polish to Sparky’s nails.

“Yeah, Papa,” Sparky says solemnly. “A demon!”

“Right, well.” Sirius shakes his head. “Tell them not to destroy the house, yeah?”

11:15 PM

“Harry!” Sirius rakes his fingers through his hair. “You were supposed to give them a bath, not flood the entire bloody floor!”

11:30 PM

“Fat lot of help you are,” Sirius mutters as he collapses on the couch downstairs. Moony is still playing with their dog children. “Romulus and Idaho have emptied the entire refrigerator on the floor, Harry flooded the second storey, and Teddy and Sparky are trying to summon a demon.”

Moony cocks his head at Sirius, then trots off into the kitchen, their three puppies trailing after him. By the time Sirius gets there, all four of them have eaten a week’s worth of leftovers from the floor and the shelves in the refrigerator. Great.

12:03 AM

Moony picks up a tennis ball in his mouth and noses at Sirius insistently until he agrees to go outside and throw it. Moony tears off across the field, the three puppies trying to keep up on their stubby little legs. He brings it back to Sirius and drops it at his feet; Sirius throws it again. They play fetch for half an hour, until the three dog children collapse in heaps at Sirius’s feet and he carries them inside.

2:00 AM

“How’s the demon summoning going?” Sirius asks. Teddy comes into the room carrying a sleepy Mr. Sparkles, who he places in Sirius’s lap.

“Not well,” Teddy sighs, collapsing dramatically in an armchair.

“What were you going to do with a demon, anyway?”

“Dunno. Make ‘em do my homework?”

3:06 AM

Of course, it’s not a full moon if someone hasn’t gotten sick on the floor. Sirius sighs to himself as he waves his wand to clean Ophelia’s and Harold’s vomit from the living room rug while Moony licks his cheek in apology.

4:46 AM

Someone has left the back door open--someone being Harry or Teddy--and all three of the puppies get out. Sirius transforms into Padfoot and goes out into their back garden to fetch them, Moony on his heels. He finds Estela under the azaleas, and Ophelia at the edge of the forest. He stays with the puppies while Moony trots off into the forest, and he returns half an hour later with a soaking wet Harold clamped between his jaws.

Creek, Moony conveys as he drops Harold at Padfoot’s paws.

Their children are going to be the death of him.

5:34 AM

Sirius, Harry, and Teddy lay the three sleepy toddlers on the couch. After a night of playing and causing mischief in their human forms, they’re half-asleep, which will at least make the impending transformation easier on them.

“Night, babies,” Sirius whispers, kissing each of them. “I’ll see you again in a month.”

10:02 AM

Sirius collapses in bed not long after their toddlers transform back into wolves, and Moony transforms into Remus. He wakes hours later to find all six of their puppies in bed with him--three black dogpuppies and three silver werepuppies. Remus is there, too, fast asleep. Sirius twists around to look over the side of the bed, and sure enough, Harry and Teddy are curled up on a mattress on the floor.

His whole family, all in one place. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Femslash February Day 10

Day 10: Love is Devotion

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With Thing securely in her hands, Enid started running into the forests that surrounded Nevermore. There was only one thing on her mind. Wednesday.

She felt nauseous thinking about what could have happened to her already. It had been how long, maybe an hour? Two? Since she’d been kidnapped. Tyler and Thornhill could have done anything in that amount of time.

This was a bad idea. She knew that it was. After all, what was she going to do against a Hyde? How was she supposed to protect Wednesday when she couldn’t even wolf out? Her lungs were already burning as she sprinted through the trees, trying desperately to remember the way to Crackstone’s crypt. She’d figure out what she was going to do when she got there.

Why couldn’t someone else have come? Someone more useful. Someone who knew how to use their powers and could use them efficiently. Maybe it would have been better if Ajax had tagged along. Better than a werewolf who could only use her claws and couldn’t even shift.

She could see it now. Stepping in front of the Hyde to try and stop him from killing Wednesday, only to be torn apart herself. Enid slowed down at the thought, biting the inside of her cheek. She wondered if she should go back and ask for more help. The thought sat in her mind for a moment before she made a decision. She’d do whatever it took to save Wednesday. Even if that involved her being hurt in the process.

Enid began running again. It was smooth sailing for a few minutes, before she looked up and saw the full moon, a pale red, peeking through the trees. She felt something snap in her body and cried out, falling to the ground. Thing went rolling.

Enid groaned, able to feel the bones in her body reshaping and reforming, her skin stretching to accommodate them as she grew fur along her body. Her nose extended into a snout, her ears stretching into points. Shock passed through her body, electrifying her mind as she realized what was happening.

“Thing! It’s happening!” She called out, speaking around the pain that she was currently feeling. Her limbs began lengthening as she grew to be twice her size. The whole process took about thirty seconds.

Once she was finished, she settled down on all fours, turned her head to the moon, and howled.

She’d be lying if she said it didn’t feel amazing. If she ignored all of the pain it took to transform, it felt incredible to finally free a primal part of herself, one that she hadn’t been able to access for so long. Her instincts were finally able to be released.

In this form, she was easily able to pick up Tyler and Wednesday’s scent. She could smell that prick from a mile away. Coffee beans, a faint whiff of wood. And then there was Wednesday’s. Ink and new paper. Easily traceable.

Enid began running, following Wednesday and Tyler’s scent. In this form, she had a fighting chance against Tyler. Maybe she’d even be able to take him down. Either way, she was ready to do whatever it takes. She was ready to fight for Wednesday. To kill for her, even.

As their scent got stronger, this primal urge, this need to protect Wednesday began getting stronger. She could feel it in her chest, growing with each passing moment. She had to save Wednesday. She had to protect her. There was no other option for Enid.

She jumped through the brush, her eyes settling on the Hyde. He had Wednesday pinned to a broken tree, his arm raised, ready to slice into her and leave her in the dirt like he had with the rest of his victims. Enid refused to let that happen.

She tackled him, her force sending the both of them tumbling multiple feet. She threw him into a tree, landing on her feet, the satisfying crunch bringing pleasure to her. That was when she whipped around, snarling, and her eyes landed on Wednesday.

Enid immediately stopped growling, her eyes visibly softening. Wednesday looked utterly shocked, confusion in her eyes as she stared at the werewolf that had just saved her life. “Enid?” She uttered softly.

Enid’s heart leapt in her chest. She felt an urge grow in her, an urge so strong that she had to do everything in her power to resist it. She wanted to go to Wednesday, wanted to completely envelop the girl, wanted to make sure that she would never be hurt again. She had such a strong urge to protect Wednesday from anything that could cause her harm.

She huffed softly, raising her head in a show of acknowledgement. Her eyes were trained on Wednesday. She wanted to never leave Wednesday’s side again. No matter what happened between them or around them. She wanted to stay with Wednesday, wanted to be the one to keep her safe.

Wednesday’s eyes suddenly shifted to something behind her, a flash of concern crossing her face. “Enid.” She said firmly, urgency in her voice. A warning.

Enid didn’t turn around quite fast enough, only turning to see a large arm swinging her way. She found herself sent flying, but she managed to land on her feet, sliding across the broken leaves and sticks. Her claws dragged through the ground, slowing her down.

She raised to her full height, snarling at the Hyde standing in front of her. At this boy who had taken Wednesday and manipulated her, who had hurt her both physically and mentally, who had erased all of the progress that Enid had made with Wednesday in terms of opening up and being vulnerable to people.

And all she could feel was pure hate.

What he did to her was unacceptable. What he did to her deserved punishment. He deserved to be on the ground, gasping, wondering how he had gotten himself in that situation. He deserved to be locked up, to be hospitalized and chained to the bed. The more primal part of her thought that he deserved worse than that. A predatory instinct was growing in her, one born out of the need to protect Wednesday.

In her peripheral vision, Enid could see Wednesday take a few steps back, then turn and run back towards the school. She turned her attention back to the Hyde. Good. Wednesday got away. Now it was just the two of them. Enid saved Wednesday, and now Wednesday would save the school.

Enid snarled, running towards Tyler. She would make him pay for everything he had done to Wednesday. She would make him bleed. She would make him suffer, the way he had made Wednesday suffer.

And she would enjoy every last second of it. And once Enid saw Wednesday again, Wednesday would know just how much Enid cared. And she would know just how much Enid would do for her.

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