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vx4hfx · 2 years
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Odd dream(drabble)
Azul x Reader, fluff?, enemies to ‘enemies but one develops a crush and is in denial’, gn!reader but there’s no pronouns mentioned(yet?). ‘you’ is said so many times its kind of ridiculous. might make a pt 2 if people rlly like this one. also not proofread 👍🏽
Seawater felt like a cold shock on your skin, warmed by the remaining light of the setting sun; Your own heartbeat loud, pounding in your ears in rhythm to the crashing of ocean waves. Azul Ashengrotto, your mortal enemy and academic rival for life and yet here knee-deep in water he stood with you on the beach his warm hand in yours. His pretty blue eyes were on you like you were the only other person in the world, so sincere, a silly grin on his face like the boy had struck gold. He loved you, clear as the purest waters he loved you with every bit of his being. Oh seven… It was like a calling, an impulse really to just gently sandwich his face between your hands and kiss him right then and there! No time to ask questions about how you got there or why the hell you were both wearing your dorm uniforms and at the beach completely soaked from the knees down!
Y/n, your name slipped from his lips so softly it had nearly been drowned out by the seagulls and the waves crashing. He stepped closer embracing you, one hand in yours and the other on the small of your back,
“Let’s go out again soon, okay? Just like this, just the two of us again..” please. His hand gently squeezing yours like a silent plead for you to say yes. Azul’s breath just faintly blowing against the shell of your ear, it drove your heart and mind mad. Cheeks tinted rose you blurted out,
‘Can I kiss you?’ and nothing else needed to be said, because his soft lips planted on yours conveyed the message well enough. Sweet and pure it was like a fairytale kiss and it had your mind buzzing and your heart about to flatline. His touch was so warm against your skin compared to your itchy wet socks and—
Oh. Oh my god. Eyes bleary and staring wide at your popcorn ceiling, your heart thumping against your ribcage with such force you’d think the whole dorm could hear it. There it was again, that same fucking dream with Azul where’d you be on some sort of date. The same dream that had been reoccurring for about 3 nights now and its starting to drive you insane. Pretty blue eyes? Sincere and utterly love struck with the sweetest and dopiest smile you’ve ever been on the receiving end of?! WITH AZUL???? HIM? WITH THE MOST KISSABLE LIPS?! The hell is this! Your fingers curled into your blankets as your mind began to reel. 3 Whole nights in a row with that bastard in your dreams, another day of dream Azul being nothing like the real one; Azul Ashengrotto, the real one, was a menace and a total headache, NRC’s biggest scumbag and you stand by that. Oh but dear seven just that the way he said your name and his lips on yours.. So why, what do these dreams mean to you? You hate him, he hates you. That's how it's supposed to be, it doesn’t hurt to dream a little though. Just a little.
based off of the insane dreams i had about scaramouche from genshin impact good god those dreams were so funny but they made me so mad bc i would never date him😭
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up-to-some-good · 1 month
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Moonstruck
Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt 22 February - moonstruck (650 words)
The first time they saw the wolf, Sirius was stunned. Remus had made them wait outside during the transformation. He told them to make sure they were in animal form before they came in. He didn't want to take any risks, none of them did.
So the first time Sirius saw the wolf, it was muted. He was in dog form, colours washed out and scents overwhelming his senses, but he was still amazed. The wolf was huge, almost as big as Prongs, with sharp teeth and predatory eyes. But he was also skinny, ribs sticking out through his fur, and had patchy fur from years of being left on his own to destroy himself. He didn't seem to want to attack the new animals in the shack either. He approached them slowly and sniffed them apprehensively. Eventually, with some persuasion from Padfoot, he began to trust them, and the nights of the full moon became full of games and running freely in the forest.
10 years later, the amazement of seeing the wolf had faded. They had spent almost every full moon together for a decade, and Padfoot and Moony were almost as close as their human counterparts. It had been just the two of them for years now. Peter had stopped joining them at the end of school, when his job at the ministry got too busy for him to take the time off. James had stayed on until Harry was born and he decided to become a stay-at-home dad. Both of them had offered to come back in the years since, but Sirius and Remus had never needed them. They had their routine down: dinner, apparate to the edge of the forbidden forest, walk to the clearing, wait. The next morning, Sirius would heal any injuries and get them back home, and they'd sleep it off for the next day, snuggled close to each other.
The February full moon of 1985 was different for the first time in a decade. Damocles Belby and Lily Potter had had a breakthrough. After years of development and testing, the Wolfsbane potion was complete. And it worked. The Sleekeazy company had funded the project and as a result the potion was now available for any werewolves who needed it. For free.
Remus had been taking the potion for the days up to the full moon, wincing and retching at the taste, but trusting Lily's judgement and expertise. This was a life changer. He could stomach the awful taste if it meant keeping his mind at the full moon.
The transformation was the same as always, despite a change in location. Sirius had to hold back tears as he listened to Remus's screams echoing throughout their flat, grateful for the silencing charms keeping their neighbours from hearing the noise.
When Remus emerged from their bedroom, still insisting on transforming out of sight, Sirius was struck by the sight of the wolf for the first time since he was fifteen. He was used the the size of the animal by now, as well as the lush fur and healthy appearance that had come in the years the marauders had spent with Moony, but this was the first time he had seen the wolf in his human form. For the first time, he could sink his fingers into the coarse fur and bury his face in the wolf's neck the way Remus did with Padfoot.
The wolf flopped down on his lap, crushing his legs beneath his massive body. Sirius laughed and leaned back against the couch, burying his hand in the wolf's fur as he got comfortable. Moony fell asleep there, his breath coming in heavy huffs. After a while, Sirius fell asleep too, mindless of the spasm his neck would surely be tomorrow and fully aware of the way he was falling more in love with Remus every day.
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lulublack90 · 23 days
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Prompt 5 - Wolfsbane Potion
@wolfstarmicrofic March 5, word count 378
Since the events of the last Triwizard task, Sirius had been lying low at Remus’s. It had been awkward at first. So much time had passed, and they didn’t know how to act around each other. Sirius was a bit more feral than he’d realised. He was having to learn how to cope with being in a house again. One way was with brewing potions. He’d spent a lot of time building up a stock of healing potions and other vital potions needed for a war. 
He’d always been an excellent potioneer, but when Regulus had shined in that subject, Sirius had abandoned all interest in it. But now he found it soothing, preparing the ingredients, adding them to the cauldron and waiting for them to brew. 
One potion that he’d taken a special interest in was the Wolfsbane potion. It had been discovered while he’d been locked up in Azkaban and the potion Remus had been taking while teaching at Hogwarts to keep everyone safe on the night of the full moon. 
It was a tricky potion to brew. It needed a lot of specific brewing times and stirring a certain number of times clockwise and counterclockwise with stirrers of different materials. 
The ingredients themselves were also expensive. It was not something most werewolves would be able to afford. But Sirius knew where a lot of these ingredients grew, so he had been able to sneak out as Padfoot and find them. 
Once the first batch had been brewed, he presented the vials to Remus.
“Oh, thank you. I don’t use it anymore, but thank you.” Sirius felt crestfallen, all that hard work, and Remus didn’t even want it. “But I’ll take it now that I have it.” Remus had said quickly when he’d seen how upset Sirius was. “We can curl up in the basement for the night if you like.”
That was the first time since his escape that Sirius thought that maybe he and Remus could make it work. 
The full moon came, and Sirius was amazed that the wolf, who was normally so wild, held the expressions of Remus and was so calm. The wolf just curled up in the pile of blankets. Padfoot trotted over and curled up close to the wolf. 
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engie-ivy · 1 year
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There's nothing Remus and Sirius won't give up for each other, including their marriage.
(Seems like Angst, but I promise it's more Fluff!)
For Better or for Worse
“I’ve gone over your prenuptial agreement,” the judge says, studying the document in front of her. “And it is well-documented that possessions you had before the marriage will remain yours after the divorce. However,” the judge looks up from her paper and into the courtroom. “That leaves any possessions acquired while you were married. According to my information, the house, for example, was bought in the second year of your marriage.”
Sirius’ lawyer gets to her feet. “The house was financed entirely with the money my client had inherited from his late uncle. Before his passing, he decided to leave his money to Mr Black and Mr Black alone. It is nonsensical that my client’s decision to invest that money into real estate would suddenly make Mr Lupin entitled to it.”
As the lawyer sits back down, the judge looks over at Remus, sat on the other side of the courtroom, alone, without a lawyer. Remus just averts his eyes.
The judge sighs, and turns back to Sirius and his legal support. “Then can you confirm that Mr Black has, for the duration of the marriage, been the sole breadwinner?”
“Correct,” the lawyer says.
“And can you confirm that it was in agreement with both parties that Mr Lupin has, for the duration of the marriage, been dependent on Mr Black’s income?”
“...Correct,” the lawyer says, a bit more hesitant this time.
“And taking that into consideration,” the judge continues. “Don’t you agree that your client owes it to Mr Lupin to financially support him by means of alimony at least until Mr Lupin has had the opportunity to get matters in order and arrange his finances?”
“Forgive me, your honour, but I must disagree.” The lawyer is standing again end crosses her arms over her chest. “Mr Lupin’s inability to find paid employment is solely due to his... condition. Now, discrimination against Lycanthropes in the labour market is a discussion that falls outside the scope of this lawsuit, but it is evident that it is not my client’s responsibility, nor does he have to pay the costs for it.”
Remus looks down at the table. Embarrassed doesn’t really cover how he’s feeling. It’s humiliating.
“So you truly wish to leave your ex-husband with absolutely nothing?” The judge is now addressing Sirius directly, and Remus can hear the barely suppressed frustration in her voice.
Sirius’ eyes narrow, and he opens his mouth to reply, but his lawyer cuts him off.
“Objection! That question is subjective, and implies a moral judgment of my client. The morality of his actions is not what is being called into question here, only the legality.”
The judge purses her lips, but gives the lawyer a stiff nod before turning to Remus. “Mr Lupin,” she sounds a lot more gentle now. “Do you wish to say anything?”
Remus steadies himself, taking a deep breath and hardening his expression, before looking up at the judge with a steady gaze. “He can keep his money. I don’t want it.”
The judge looks at him for a long moment, but Remus’ determined expression does not waver. Then she nods and looks back at Sirius and his lawyer. “Then I hereby grant Mr Black’s request that all assets will be his and he shall be exempt from the obligation to pay alimony, and with that, I declare the divorce between Sirius Orion Black and Remus John Lupin officially finalized.”
The judge bangs her hammer and that’s it. Their marriage is now officially over. Remus feels an emptiness inside that he hadn’t anticipated. He knows it’s for the best, doesn’t he? They’ve been fighting for so long, at some point, it’s just been enough.
Once all papers are signed and Remus is standing at the side of the courtroom, he briefly meets Sirius’ eyes, and for a moment, he sees reflected in them the same pain and regret that he’s feeling inside. Then Sirius’ lawyer walks up to Sirius with a broad smile, and his expression changes to a huge grin as he happily shakes his lawyer’s hand, all previous emotion having disappeared.
Remus quietly leaves the courtroom.
Sirius is walking down the street, having opted to walk home, as he really needed some fresh air after all that. The people around must think him incredibly vain, walking whilst looking in a mirror. Either that, or completely crazy, for talking to said mirror.
“So, how did it go today?” James asks on the other side of the mirror.
Sirius runs a hand through his hair. “I suppose it went well. As good as could be expected. Everything was assigned to me, so we got what we wanted.”
“That’s great,” James says with a relieved sigh. “Or, well, this whole situation is shitty of course, so it’s sucks that it had to happen in the first place, but I’m glad you at least managed to get the best possible outcome.”
“Yeah,” Sirius says. “I mean, we tried, but in the end, there was truly nothing else we could’ve done.”
James smiles at him. “Exactly. Take care, Padfoot. I’m here if you need anything.”
“Thanks, mate. I appreciate it.”
Sirius closes the front door with his foot, kicks off his shoes and starts to take off his suit jacket. “Babe, I’m home,” he says, as he throws his suit jacket over a kitchen chair and walks into the living room. “Went for a short walk to clear my mind and let Prongs know how today it went.” He walks over to the couch and flops down facedown, letting out a groan. “Today was awful.”
Remus closes his book and places it on the small table next to him, before gently carding his fingers through Sirius’ hair. “It really was,” he agrees.
Sirius shuffles further towards Remus and presses his face in his neck.
Remus hears the unasked question there: Please hold me. I need to be close to you right now.
So Remus wraps his arms tight around Sirius and pulls him even closer.
“Today was probably the worst day of my life,” Sirius mumbles against Remus’ neck.
“Yeah, it was like being in some dystopian future in which we didn’t love each other anymore.” Remus shudders.
“I’m sorry my lawyer was so awful. I didn’t know she’d go in that hard.”
Remus shrugs. “We needed her to be cut-throat, and she was.”
“I guess that’s true,” Sirius says. “I didn’t know she was going to use the Lycanthropy argument.”
“She wasn’t wrong though.” Remus can’t quite keep the bitterness from his voice. “They can sit there and call you out for being cruel, but they shouldn’t forget it’s their own policy that has put me in this position in the first place.”
And then to think that this whole mess started with something that seemed so positive at first:
Wolfsbane.
Hell, it’s still positive. Okay, it’s not a cure, but it’s a step, and a huge step at that. Ask any werewolf, and they will say that the worst thing about the whole transformation is the feeling of losing control, of losing yourself, of being pushed out of your own mind. With the Wolfsbane Potion, you still have the monthly transformations, the pain in your bones and joints as they bend and snap into place, the tiredness before and after the transformation, sure, but that hopelessness, that fear of yourself, of what you might do, that’s no longer there, and that makes all the difference in the world.
You will never be a monster again.
But Wolfsbane Potion comes at a high prize. Literally and figuratively. The Potion is incredibly difficult to brew, and can only be prepared by experienced Potions Masters, which makes it incredibly expensive. On top of that, for it to have the proper effect, a person has to take it every single day. And werewolves aren’t exactly a population that has money to spare.
When the Ministry announced that they were going to provide Wolfsbane Potion for free to every Lycanthrope who can’t afford it, Remus could barely believe it. It seemed too good to be true.
And alas, it was.
You see, with ‘Lycanthropes who can’t afford it’, the Ministry actually meant ‘Lycanthropes who had used every knut they owned, who sold their house and every possession that was worth something and used that money too, who ended up on the street possessing nothing more than the clothes on their body’. Then, and only then, will the Ministry provide them with free Wolfsbane Potion.
What it came down to, was that werewolves were given the choice between giving up everything they have and end up with nothing whilst being on Wolfsbane, or simply don’t take Wolfsbane. Basically, the only ones for whom Wolfsbane Potion was actually a feasible option, were the werewolves who are already living out on the street. And while this population, the population of werewolves who have given up on trying to make something out of their lives due to discriminatory anti-lycanthrope laws and are living together in camps, is rather large, these people are often so angry with the society that has rejected them, that they have embraced their identity as werewolves, revel in being monsters, and gain satisfaction from the fear they install in people. For most of them, Wolfsbane Potion would have no appeal. For some of them, staying in control and being themselves while transformed wouldn’t make them any less dangerous. And for a few- Remus shudders to remember the man who bit him all those years ago- it would make them a lot more dangerous.
And even if Wolfsbane Potion would be a good option for this group, what will that mean? Remus has been working his whole adult life to empower werewolves. But what incentive will they have now to make something out of their lives? Why get a job when every knut you make will immediately go to the Ministry if you still want your Wolfsbane? Why even try to find a place to live when you will be forced to choose between rent or Wolfsbane, and buying a house per definition means no longer getting Wolfsbane?
It’s unfair, and Remus has spent months fighting it, with the continuous support of his husband. He has written articles and opinion pieces in newspapers, has spoken at political gatherings, has been to meetings with several ministers. In the worst-case-scenario, he got a rude dismissal, and in the best-case-scenario, an empty promise. Also the general public couldn’t be bothered, werewolves just weren’t a group they particularly cared about. Besides, they had heard the Ministry was going to provide free Wolfsbane Potion to Lycanthropes who can’t afford it, so what more do they want? It was already more than they deserved.
Remus eventually had to accept he won’t be able to change the policy.
And he still desperately wanted the Wolfsbane.
Now, Remus was so lucky to be in a position werewolves don’t often find themselves in: he had a partner he could fully rely on. The ministry wouldn’t give him free Wolfsbane if he has an income, savings, a house, but they would give him free Wolfsbane if Sirius has an income, savings, a house, while Remus has, at least on paper, nothing.
It’s the perfect solution. Remus can get Wolfsbane, while still having a roof over his head and food on the table. He keeps reminding himself how it’s truly the best of both worlds, how lucky he is, how hardly any werewolves, hell, hardly any people period, have someone they not only can rely on the way he can rely on Sirius, but also trust as completely the way Remus can trust Sirius.
Because Remus is truly putting himself in an incredibly vulnerable position.
If Sirius would want to, Remus would be left with nothing. Technically, Sirius has everything, and Remus is completely dependent on him, but in reality, it just doesn’t feel like that. Sirius works really hard in the hospital every day, and Remus works really hard on his social justice cases, his campaigning for werewolf rights, his articles and talks at political conferences, and in the end, it’s their income, their savings, their house, even if Sirius is technically the only one who actually gets paid for the work he does.
Remus doesn’t feel like Sirius is financially supporting him, and doesn’t feel like he should be thankful. Don’t get him wrong, he’s incredibly thankful to have Sirius in his life, and incredibly thankful to have him return his love, but he’ll never say he’s thankful that Sirius is providing for him. Sirius will have none of that if he heard Remus say it. They are equals, and they both see it that way.
When Remus realised what needed to happen, Sirius had not wanted to hear it. He refused to accept there was no other way. He still had money left from his uncle’s inheritance, he had family heirlooms they could sell, they could move to a smaller house, and in the mean time, Sirius could take on another job during the weekends and evenings. Remus, on the other hand, refused to put that kind of pressure on Sirius. Only when he said that he would not go on Wolfsbane if Sirius did not agree to a divorce, words Remus never thought would ever come out of his mouth, Sirius caved.
The first results on the effects from Wolfsbane are incredibly. Not only psychologically, because again, not being a monster, but also physically. There are no more wounds, bruises or broken bones, the strain on your body is so much less, and there are even studies that show Wolfsbane Potion can increase a Lycanthrope’s life expectancy! And that’s probably the only thing Sirius cares about more than his marriage to Remus: Remus’ wellbeing.
So yes, Remus has the best of both worlds, Remus is so very lucky, other werewolves can only dream to have what Remus has, and all that. But it’s so hard to see it as a good deal when the price he had to pay was his marriage to Sirius.
Sirius sees the signed divorce papers lying on the table and hides his face in Remus’ sweater, where Remus can just make out his muffled voice. “Can you put those away somewhere I don’t ever have to see them again?”
Remus kisses the top of his head. “It’s nothing but paperwork.”
Sirius huffs. “We sighed paperwork stating ‘till death does us part’, not ‘till public policy does us part’.”
Remus can’t help but chuckle. “I must say, I much prefer this over one of us being dead.”
“Yeah, but it’s...” Sirius trials off.
“Talk to me,” Remus presses gently. “I know it’s not what we had envisioned, but why is it so hard on you?”
“I promised you forever,” Sirius says so softly Remus can barely make out the words. “And I feel like I’ve let you down.”
“Oh, love.” Remus squeezes him closer for a moment. “You’re still here, aren’t you? And I’m still here. The way I see it, ‘forever’ is still very much on the table.”
Sirius lifts his head to look at Remus. He smiles, but it’s a weak smile. “Of course, you’re right.”
Remus places a hand on hid cheek. “You did it for me, because you want me to be on Wolfsbane. I did it for you, because I don’t want you to suffer the costs. Now, what shows that we love each other more? That, or some piece of paper?”
Sirius averts his eyes. “Is that really all it ever was to you?”
Remus thinks about it for a moment. “I love you,” he eventually says. “And I guess it was nice to have a confirmation of that on paper, but it never defined us. What there is between us could never be captured by paperwork. It’s an indescribable feeling of belonging together that I’m never going to find with anyone else, it’s an unexplainable knowledge of just being meant to be, of having found ‘the one’, it’s so much that, quite frankly, the idea of a piece of paper adding anything to it or taking anything away from it just seems ridiculous.”
“And I love you,” Sirius says, before he kisses him briefly. “I love you, and even if you’re not my husband anymore, you’ll always be my person.”
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doodlesanime · 5 months
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Adding lore? It’s more likely than you’d think
Wolfsbane: A pant used in Europe where people would poison wolves by lacing meat with the plant and roots. It doesn't poison werewolves unless taken in large quantities. For werewolves Wolfsbane keeps the transformation at bay. The side of effect of this is that the closer it gets to the full moon there are more primal urges and behavior. Humans should not consume wolfsbane.
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thetalee · 5 days
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reading Teen Wolf fics is funny 'cause like, you'll find sentences such as “Mistletoe is poisonous to you.” And. Well. Duh?
Mistletoe is poisonous to everyone.
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sliebman10 · 1 year
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Poison
From an AU where Sirius is helping Damocles Belby develop the Wolfsbane potion:
“Even if we did figure it out, it still takes time to test potions out.” Damocles told Sirius during their last stint in the lab. “I’m not about to poison Remus by accident.” he said the last part pointedly, and Sirius got the message. Remus had said he was willing to test what Damocles and Sirius came up with, provided they had a box of bezoars and an antidote nearby. Sirius sighed and got back to work.
“Sorry.” Sirius said, with effort.
“Look, I get it. If I could have helped my wife when she was here, I would have tried my damndest.” Damocles said, evenly. Sirius nodded and was quiet for a long moment.
“Is someone helping Hestia? She’ll have my head on a platter if she’s by herself again.” Sirius said.
Damocles chuckled. “Valencia is here, too. They’re more than capable.”
Sirius nodded. “What if we tried this?” He added another ingredient to the cauldron in front of him and blue smoke began to rise and the liquid started spurting out of the cauldron. “Um, no. I’d say not.” Sirius muttered, waving the smoke away. He took the cauldron and dumped it into the sink on the lab bench and washed it out.
Read more here.
@wolfstarmicrofic
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echoalias · 2 years
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Chapters: 2/16 Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Eivor/Randvi (Assassin's Creed) Characters: Eivor (Assassin's Creed), Randvi (Assassin's Creed), The children of Ravensthorpe, Gunnar (Assassin's Creed), Valka (Assassin's Creed), Birna (Assassin's Creed), Sigurd Styrbjornson, Dag (Assassin's Creed), Basim Ibn Ishaq, The Raven Clan, Sýnin (Assassin's Creed) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Action/Adventure, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Fluff, Attempts at humour Series: Part 2 of Full moon Summary:
Eivor struggles to come to terms with her secret, despite Randvi's hopes that it no longer needs to be kept. And all the while she must face the countless enemies roving across England, new and old...and the unexpected.
Sequel to "Phases of the Moon." Werewolf AU.
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Why are summaries so hard? XD Anyway, here are the fruits of my sequel-writing labours - more overly wordy introspections and feelings~ With a dash of wolfism.
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alphinias · 2 years
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Monkshood and Wolfsbane chapter four is posted!
Fourth year part one
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arofili · 1 year
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Wolfsbane
Beren, Lúthien, Finrod, and Celegorm in all their various configurations. Chapter 3 of 4: Beren/Lúthien/Finrod
part 3 of the threesome quadrilogy is here! ft. ghost sex, plant magic, and some femdom for Kinktober Day 10 :)
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Rating: E | No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Lúthien, Beren, Finrod Relationships: Beren/Lúthien/Finrod Word count: 1.2k
READ IT ON AO3!
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amethystheart2421 · 11 months
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I made you a gift- let's not delve into what I'm avoiding in RL, but I filled my evening with #moonseeker fluff. Hope you like it!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46732234
OMG @soupy-george This is amazing! I'm so excited to go read this!!! I have to wait until my lunch break (unless I can sneak in a read while pretending to be working, not that I'd ever do that 👀).
I hope the fluff helped you with whatever is going on in RL. It can be medicinal, for sure! 🫂
In fact, I have a rec for you! This was posted as a part of Remus Lupin Fest and I just got around to reading it this weekend. Phenomenal Moonseeker! It's The Sounds of Us by @sniperjade 😙🤌(https://archiveofourown.org/works/45343798/chapters/114080374)
Enjoy! 💖
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gay-squirrel4 · 2 years
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so basically the cure for the werewolf curse is years and years and years of therapy
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mikejaffa · 1 year
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How and why did Rahne stop calling Illyana names after New Mutants vol. 1 #25?  Here’s one answer, and probably the closest to what they would have done in the comic at the time.  
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we-return-in-waves · 1 year
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What stories are you writing right now? (Hi I adore you and would like to talk)
dkjgdhgkd you are always welcome to talk to me everyone who knows me also knows i simply cannot shut the fuck up amen
i hop around in my wips constantly but i can sort them into two categories:
actively being written (2): one is a fluffy little oneshot about dancing set shortly after the war, and the other is the most deranged omegaverse peen i've ever written that's been a background task for six months courtesy of a very unhinged discord conversation back in like... may lmao. the former is half done and i think it will be 7-10k, the latter is sitting at 27k and counting although the draft is nearly done. can't believe i'm gonna have to chapter my pwp, who am i lmao
plotted but unwritten (6): a modern AU pwp where gaara's a lawyer and lee's the hot client from hell, a canonverse fluff fic told from tons of POVs where i casually shit on almost all the canon endgame relationships ay lmao, another self-indulgent metal origin theory fic, a comedy 5+1 things about drunken shenanigans, a fluffy 5+1 things about sleep, and the rest of from these bones, untethered which was/is my gaalee horrorfest 2022 fic
i am also slowly putting together the worldbuilding and character information for an enemies to lovers sort-of-political-longfic based around the plot of my favourite video game!
and then there's 10 other ideas that i've done nothing with yet sjdbgkdfhgbfdg
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starrnobella · 2 months
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Apparently I'm in a werewolf era...
Title: In the Nick of Time Square(s) Filled: #Denopoly - Chance - Wolfsbane Potion: Allows werewolf transformations to be less painful, more of the wizard is present than the wolf #DenBing23 - O2: Handcuffs #DDRollADrabble - August 2022: Blaise/Harry - Creature Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Harry Potter Rating: General Audience Major Tags: None Summary: Blaise and Harry are in a crunch for time to brew a batch of Wolfsbane Potion before the full moon. Word Count: 1941 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53179891
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youreastargirl · 1 year
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Hey Jeff Davis one note among many, but did you know that for a wound made with wolfsbane, you actually need to burn it with the ash of that specific strand of wolfsbane to heal it?
This particular piece of knowledge comes from the tv show you created called Teen Wolf which you may or may not be familiar with.
Ten thousand fanfic writers have gotten this particular piece of lore correct for a decade since you invented it. There are fics where Stiles’ love language is gathering different kinds of wolfsbane to always be able to save Derek Hale.
Truly, get yourself sorted sir (disrespectful).
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