remus x reader leading up to the full moon and he just can’t control himself he gets so hot and bothered around reader in the most normal circumstances
like being sat by the lake with their friends, or in the great hall- she’s simply talking to sirius or james
he has to pull her away to satiate his need 😋
Cw: smut, p in v penetration, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, MDNI, 18+ only!!! It’s been a minute since I’ve written smut but I like this it’s soft but also a little feral and desperate
You should’ve known this wouldn’t have worked. You should have known from your boyfriend’s smile that this wouldn’t just be a day at the lake.
You’d opted for a pair of shorts and just your purple bikini top, not planning on taking a swim but the summer heat was too much for any more clothes.
Remus hadn’t stopped trailing his hands down your sides since you laid out on the dock near the lake.
“You said you wanted to go in the water Rem,” there’s no annoyance in your tone, just amusement. More so when his index finger flicks the dangling charm on your belly piercing and a groan escapes him.
“Changed my mind.” His voice is heavy with lust, his mouth trailing over your collarbone. “You smell so good.”
“I didn’t even spray anything before we left.” You squeal when he tucks his nose to your neck, inhaling deeply.
“You smell like caramel and cream.”
You push his head away from your neck when he bites down on you, “Remmy.” You try to sound stern, but you when Remus gets like this, it’s hard to stop heat pooling in your stomach.
He lifts his head, his eyes lust blown. “Mm?” He’s so glad James and Sirius said no to a trip to the lake today, he fiddles with the button on your pants. “Can I?”
You nod, licking your lips as you watch him. It might be a little pathetic, the way your desperation coincides with his, but it’s hard to not find Remus irresistible.
His groan is loud and long when he pulls down your shorts to reveal the matching purple bikini bottoms. “Gods,” is all he says, pulling at the strings on either sides of your hips to get the underwear to fall away.
“You’re perfect.” He mutters as he rearranges you so that you’re higher up on the dock and he can drape a leg over his shoulder. “Can smell you from here, dove.”
Remus doesn’t say anything else, he just drops to his stomach and burying his face between your legs.
Yours hands form fists against the wooden dock, a broken whine leaving you as Remus sucks on your clit. “Fuck Rem.”
Your chest is heaving and Remus can’t seem to get his face deep enough for his liking. He slips two fingers into you, smiling against your slick when you shudder and reach a hand to his hair.
“So good,” he murmurs, lapping at your cunt as his shoulders hold your legs open wide. “Can feel you getting close, dove.”
You nod, mewling when his fingers sink deeper into you, thumb brushing your clit as he marks your thigh.
“Don’t hold back, baby. Just let go, sweet girl.” And you do, thighs clenched tight around his head as he works you through your orgasm.
“So good for me,” Remus praises, leaning up and over your body to smash his lips into yours. “Think you can take my cock?”
You nod rapidly, lips breaking apart from his. “Please Remmy?” He chuckles, all he needs to do is get you pliant with a couple tender touches and an orgasm and you become a begging mess and he loves it.
“You know you’ll get what you want, dovey.” Remus wastes no time, fiddling with his shorts to get his cock out and lined up with your entrance.
“You can’t scream dove,” he warns, watching you nod and bite your lip as he sinks into you.
Even with his warning, Remus can practically feel the scream ready to rip through your lungs and covers your mouth with a hand.
“Dovey,” he tuts, hips snapping into yours as he presses on your mouth. “Be my good girl yeah?”
You nod, bucking into his thrusts as his hand falls away from your mouth. With two hands bracketed beside your head, Remus’ thrusts are deeper and you can’t help but grip his shirt.
He chuckles, interlacing your fingers as he feels his stomach clench at the way you sob at his thrusts.
“I’m getting close again, Remmy.”
He nods, cooing at you as one hand reaches your clit again. “Don’t have to ask today, dovey. Just let go when you need to. Wanna feel you come on my cock.”
You swear your eyes cross as your orgasm crashes into you, Remus groaning and baring down over you making you choke on a cry.
“So deep.” You mumble, hands trying to find a steady part of him to hold onto. Remus’ hands find your hips, slamming you into his cock with every thrust and it makes your second orgasm build and swell into a third one.
You’re sure the dock is slick with you now, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when Remus is above you groaning and growling like he’s been needing this for years.
He’s all you can think about when he’s fucking you like this and you wouldn’t have it another way. You hold onto his wrists as you feel him twitch inside of you, eyes barely open as you watch him try to stave off his release.
“Please Remmy, wanna see you let go.” Your voice is breathy and a little raw from all the moaning but Remus swears you’ve never sounded more sexy.
“Gods, you’re fucking perfect.” He grumbles, pulling out of you and painting his seed over your lower stomach. “Most perfect girl in the world.” He breathes, watching you catch your breath.
“Think I might have to get in the lake after all.” You joke, leaning up on your elbows as you inspect the mess Remus has made of you.
He chuckles, kissing your stomach and pushing up your bikini top, “Not yet though. Not done with you.”
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by birdyhands on Ao3
I have a headcanon that Lily’s period happened to line up with the full moon for a while leading to her realizing Remus’s moodiness, sickliness, increased affinity for chocolate, etc. that occurred once a month.
Seeing as Lily came from a muggle background I figured that ‘werewolf’ might not come to mind immediately for her and hence was born this fic in which Lily realizes Remus’s monthly habits before the rest of the marauders do and comes to the conclusion that her friend is transgender.
Ft Lily being a good friend, Lily being protective, Remus being both paranoid and thoroughly confused, the rest of the marauders being oblivious teenage boys, and all the resulting awkwardness and hilarity.
Lily’s not perfect but she’s trying, transphobia doesn’t exist in the wizarding world cause I said so, and jk rowling can suck my dick.
i love them, they are so sweet and fluffy with each other! i honestly have so much love for fics like this
favourite tropes included are:
lily being a good friend
werewolf reveal
remus is a sweet little bean
inappropriate use of potions
that really shouldn't work but somehow does
werewolf angst
fluff
found family
wolfstar of you squint
the marauders being good friends
as always leave lots of love and kudos to the author and have an amazing rest of the week <3
Day 18 of @remadoramicrofics - Night of the Aging Werewolf
Teddy crept down the steps, careful to avoid the second-to-last, since it had started squeaking. His father insisted he would fix it, but Teddy sometimes wondered if his parents used it as a trap. He moved silently across the living room floor, a skill acquired through years of monthly missions, until he reached the kitchen. He hovered in the doorway and listened for a moment; sometimes, his mother would forget something and come up the stairs in a flurry.
When Teddy had first started doing this, his father had been so strict and his mother so vigilant that it had taken significant effort to avoid detection as he snuck to the cellar door. As the years passed, though, his father had remained steadfast, but his mother had relaxed, sometimes forgetting to take her wand or deciding to come up to fetch a drink or something else. In a week’s time, he’d be at Hogwarts and he intended to spend this full moon with his parents – consequences be darned. He pulled his blanket tight around his shoulders and set his pillow down from where it had been tucked under his arm as he settled in front of the door.
He leaned forward and peered through the small keyhole into their cellar. Usually, it was dark and chill, just an old root cellar, but on full moons, his parents charmed it to stay warm and dimly lit. Tonight, his mum sat twirling her wand in her fingers while his dad was curled on the other end.
She was talking to him quietly, so quietly that Teddy couldn’t hear. Suddenly, she popped up from the sofa and headed towards the stairs. Teddy scrambled backwards, but the blanket and pillow coupled with his shock did him no favors and he instead sprawled out on the floor. He had just righted himself when the cellar door creaked open.
Teddy stared at his feet, ready for a dressing down. His mother cleared her throat and he looked up at her. To his surprise, there was no cross look, but a small, knowing smile on her face. “Well, come on, would you like to tell your father goodnight?”
“D-downstairs?”
“Are you scared, Edward?” she asked a bit louder than necessary.
Teddy shook his head. “No, but Dad always said –”
“If you want to come down and tell him goodnight, you’re welcome to, and then you can head off to bed.”
Teddy nodded. “I want to tell him,” he said as he squared his shoulders.
“Leave the blanket,” his mother instructed, “Your father will never let me hear the end of it if you get hurt coming down to see him. Even if it’s just because you took a tumble down the stairs.”
Teddy giggled as he followed her down the steps. His father was still on the sofa, though he seemed to be a bit nervous, but had draped a paw over his snout. “Wotcher, Da.” Teddy said as he sat next to him on the sofa. Tonks squeezed in next to him.
“I told you, he has your curiosity, Remus, and your courage,” his mum said smugly. She looked at him. “I told him he should have known you’d come sneaking around.”
Teddy’s jaw fell open. “How long have you known?” he asked them.
His mum laughed. “Your father knew as soon as you came off the last step that very first night, Teddy.”
“I was so quiet. And fast!”
His mum shrugged. “Your father’s impressive.”
Teddy looked his dad over; the way he had tucked himself as small as possible and kept his paw firmly over his snout. “Are you mad?”
His dad thumped his tail twice.
“Means no,” his mum said, “three is a yes.”
“So can I stay down here, too?”
Remus, again, tapped his tail twice. Teddy deflated as his mum slung an arm around his shoulder. “I don’t even get to stay all night, kiddo.”
“Can I…touch you?” Teddy asked.
Remus looked Teddy over before slowly tapping his tail off the sofa three times.
“Mind the teeth,” his mum said as he reached out and ran his hand over Remus’s head.
His mum stood up. “Alright, up to bed you go.”
Teddy pouted. “Right now?”
“Yes, Teddy.”
“Mum –”
“No arguing.”
Teddy groaned and turned back to his father. “Goodnight, Da. See you in the morning?” Three taps.
“Let’s go mister,” she said as she pulled him up and steered him to the steps. When they reached the top, she kissed his cheek before handing him his pillow and pointing him towards the steps. “He loves you, Teddy, it’s why he doesn’t want you down there,” she told him gently. “It took ages before he even let me get a peek of him, it’s just how he is.”
Teddy nodded. He knew all of this, of course. She added, “I think it’s the age – it’s softening him.”
They smiled at each other. “He’ll be okay; we’ll make him breakfast,” he said as he started for the steps.
YES. Idk just make Sirius get jealous seeing the Rem tryna get with the reader or sum🙄 in resume: he gets angry and fucks her <33
#angrysex
Just thinking about it has my brain exploding
CONTENT: NSFW, smut, degrading
"Am I not enough for you?" Sirius grunted, the grip around her waist was bruising as he brought her down on his cock again.
She didn't answer, mind foggy and gasping in small pants that turned into moans. Her hands desperately grasped his shoulders, attempting to purchase herself but rather scratched, nails digging into his cold skin.
"I said, am I not enough for you?" he seethed, gripping her face to force her to meet his glare.
"Y-yes," she sobbed. "You're enough!"
"Then why did you flirt him?"
"I di-dn't — Sirius please —“
He scoffed; everything she said caused distain and jealously to build. His temper spiked and in one motion, Sirius flipped her around, pressing her face into the bed and slammed his hips forward.
He leant forward, one hand wrapping around her throat, groaning in her ear. Sirius’ voice was low and laced in an underlying threat. "Fucking slut. How many times do I have to tell you? You're mine."
Because the thought of it won't leave me alone, I've decided to curse the rest of you with it
So, as you may or probably don't know, I'm a sucker for unintentional fearplay in vore ....With that said
Werewolves
"Naess get to the point pls"
Yeah, I'm getting there, I'm still awkward with talking about this shiz but I'm trying alright? Cool
Let me set the scene for you
One thing leads to another and someone, let's go Virgil, ends up going into the woods late at night because his friend's gone missing and he's worried. He wouldn't be /super/ worried considering this friend is Remus, but he also disappeared for no reason during the evening and Virgil managed to catch a glimpse of him running into the woods. So obviously, after a while of trying to convince himself it was all fine, he relents and goes into the forest to try to find Remus because it's super late now and who knows what might have happened.
After a while of walking, he starts to hear howls in the distance, but they're not close enough to really do anything but unsettle him. Not even a couple minutes later however, he hears something in the bushes not too far away. Panicking, Virgil runs. Whatever it was chases after him until he makes a mistake in his rush and trips. Scrambling to turn around, he sets eyes on a wolf. And then several more wolves. He stares with wide eyes, and the one that chased him lunges, biting down into his leg. He squeezes his eyes shut and screams in pain, but there's a sudden yelp and the teeth embedded in his leg come loose.
Cracking an eye open, the biggest wolf he's ever seen is standing in front of him, facing down the other wolves. It snarls and swipes at them until they eventually back down and leave, and it's only then that the massive wolf turns its attention onto him. It approaches him slowly, sniffing the air around him before lowering its head to nudge his injured leg. He hisses in pain, trying to scoot away as best he can. The wolf watches him, before pinning him to the ground with one of its paws. Virgil tries to push it off, freaking out as the wolf's head gets closer to his face. It's then that he finally notices the oddly human proportions of the wolf, and the streak of silver in it's fur near the top of its head.
"...Remus?"
Although it seems impossible, it looks like the wolf grins. Virgil feels a flicker of hope break through his panic, despite all of the questions he has. That hope is crushed as the wolf- the werewolf, apparently, opens its maw. Before he has time to say anything, Remus brings his jaws over Virgil's head, dragging him in without any hesitation. Virgil tries to struggle, to get away, to do anything, but it's too late. It's hot and damp as he's pulled further and further down and he screams for help but Remus doesn't seem to slow in the slightest.
When he's finally squished into Remus' stomach, he goes into full panic mode, shouting to be let out a pushing out against the squishy walls as much as he's able to with how cramped it is. Remus just shakes it off and runs off, feeling pleasantly full and proud of having protected his friend, even if he didn't know it yet. Virgil eventually wears himself out, adrenaline gone and completely exhausted from everything that had happened. He curls up tightly and prays he'll get out of this somehow but the betrayal curdling in his guts won't let him believe it. He passes out, fear still clear on his face even in sleep.
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When he wakes up, Virgil feels the warmth from the sun on his face. Squinting, he finds himself on a bed and inside. He would've believed it was all just a very odd dream if not for two things: the blood seeping slowly through the fresh bandages on his leg, and Remus' arms around his waist. He tries to keep from freaking out and waking him up, to little avail as Remus wakes up not long after him. He doesn't say anything at first, just sleepily grins that same wolfish grin at Virgil like nothing completely bizarre happened the night before. He promises to explain later, but for now, they both need more sleep. It had been a long night.
....I probably should've just written an actual fic huh? Oops lmao
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Caretaker Prompts 19 and 15 with angst. May I suggest in a Hunger Games setting or the like?
15 “I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”
19 “Just keep pressure on it.”
I know you said Hunger Games, but because my brain is like a revolving door I couldn’t get anything that was really flowing well with that (I’m not big into Hunger Games. I’ve only read and seen the first one).
So, I went for a Supernatural style universe with Vampires and Werewolves that I kinda came up with ages ago.
Relationships/Character: There’s no romance here - Deceit/Declan (Father figure/Alpha - Born from magic and connected to a snake spirit), Roman and Remus are 17-year-old twin pure-blood werewolves (parents were both wolves rather than being turned, giving them enhanced senses, strength and healing), Virgil is a 3-year-old pure-blooded Vampire (parents were both vampires), and Logan is a 17-year-old human 😝
Warnings: Blood mentioned, panic, vomit mentioned
Words: 2333
Summary: Babysitting was meant to be an easy way for Logan to earn money, but turned deadly when vampires came to hunt the child in his care. Supernatural beings or not, Logan was willing to risk his life for the boy and show he was stronger with nothing but human blood in his veins.
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“Just keep pressure on it.” Remus instructed, shifting aside for Roman to take his place. “I’m going to clear the perimeter.”
“Be careful.”
His twin nodded and hurried down the stairs, leaving Roman alone with a bleeding and grunting Logan.
“I know it hurts, I’m sorry. This wasn’t meant to happen.”
Roman felt horrible listening to the other boy cry out in agony as he adjusted his position to control the bleeding from his stomach.
“He gonna die, Ro? Did I- Did I did it?”
His three-year-old brother shuffled out of the bedroom, tears streaming down his face and mixing with the splatter of blood that coated his face and ninja turtle pyjamas.
“No, buddy. You didn’t do this okay. Just go back in the room and wait.”
“But tha teef.”
Sighing, Roman glanced from the stab wound in Logan’s stomach to the mess that was his shoulder. Fangs had sliced through flesh with the ease akin to a hot knife through butter but was thankfully clear of his face so Roman didn’t need to worry that he had been turned. The vampires who attacked the house were out to kill, not turn or feed, and Virgil’s mouth was too small to do that much damage even if he was rampaging.
“They’re not your teeth, Vee. I promise you; you didn’t hurt the babysitter.”
“Logan.” Virgil said firmly, tears falling faster as he got more worked up. “His name’s, Logan.”
Watching his brother cry was heartbreaking for the older sibling and he had to fight the urge to scoop him up and away in the safety of his embrace, but he knew he couldn’t. Virgil’s eyes were glued to Logan, tiny chest heaving with hiccupped sobs and worsening every time the injured man made a sound.
“Virge, buddy, you need to get back in the room.” Roman was desperate for Remus to return, or even their father for that matter, just so someone could help Virgil before he had another vampire to deal with. “I promise I will help Logan, but I need you safe first.”
The small nod as Virgil shuffled back should have offered some reassurance but Roman’s senses peaked; his inner wolf smelling a change in his little brother’s system.
Turning towards the stairs, he focused on working out how far away Remus was.
"Roman?“ The toddlers voice shook just as his body trembled; eyes growing in realisation and the brown of his left iris faded to grey.
“Virgil, in the room, now!”
He hated to yell but his tone was harsh enough to shake Virgil into action, scurrying into the room and slamming the door shut.
“We’ve gotta move, Logan. I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt like a bitch.”
“Just get it over with.” Logan huffed, gritting his teeth as pain exploded through his body when Roman tried to lift him up.
A growl rumbled deep in Roman’s throat when he rose, thankful Logan had remained conscious enough to hook his usable arm around his neck and make the carry at least a little easier. Normally lifting someone Logan’s size would be easy, but after fighting off a whole vampire nest he was almost spent. Kicking the front door open, Roman rushed to his cars back door, thankful it was still open from when he and Remus had arrived at the house.
"Roman!“ Remus called out and ran over to the car as his twin slid into the driver’s seat. “Perimeters clear but I think one sucker got away.”
“We’ll deal with that and Dad later. Vee is turning.”
“What? I thought you told the babysitter to give him his meds?”
“I did.” Came the grunted reply from the backseat and the twins exchanged a worried look.
“He’s getting worse than.” Starting the car, Roman shifted into reverse and gave Remus a concerned look. “Be careful, Duke.”
“Same to you, Princey.”
Carefully heading back into the house, Remus paused to sift through the heavy vampire scent that hung in the air until he located Virgil’s; surprised to find it still concentrated at the top of the stairs. Slipping into the kitchen, Remus collected a plastic bottle from the fridge that contained a mix of herbs, animal blood and milk. To anyone else, the combination was vile, and the smell alone tormented the twins sensitive noses, but it was the best thing in the world to Virgil.
At the top of the stairs, Remus braced himself for his adopted brother to jump out and attack him, but nothing happened. He could hear the toddler breathing from the other side of the door, but they weren’t moving at all; vastly different to the other times he had shifted.
“Virgil? You okay, little buddy?”
The door creaked as Remus pushed it open, spotting the toddler shivering on the bed next to a puddle of vomit. Holding his arms up in surrender, Remus eyed him carefully as he stepped into the room.
“It’s okay. Dukey isn’t going to hurt you, alright? I’m just here to help.”
“Go -way.” Remus froze in shock that Virgil had managed to speak, spotting the rows of sharp teeth that now protruded from his gums. “I hurt you.”
“Oh, I don’t think you will.”
“I will.” Virgil insisted, pushing himself back against the headboard to stay away from his brother. “I kill.”
“Virgil, you won’t hurt me.” Sitting at the edge of the bed, Remus kept his voice level and calm; though he was ready to defend if Virgil suddenly turned on him.
“How ju know? I done’d it b-fore.”
“I know because every other time you’ve turned, you have attacked on instinct. Right now, you’re talking, Virgil. You’re in control of your instincts right now and I’m part of your nest. You’re in my pack and I’m part of your nest; we won’t hurt each other, I promise.”
Heavy breathing was the only sound in the room for a few moments, then the toddlers face shifted from fear to sadness. Not wanting to make a move in case he triggered an instinctual attack, Remus watched and waited until Virgil crawled towards him on his own.
“It hurts, Dukey.”
“It’s okay.” Opening his arms, Virgil gratefully climbed onto his lap and accepted the comforting embrace. “The pain will dull when you’ve fed. I’ve got your drink right here and there is more if you need it, okay?”
“k.”
Shifting around so he was comfortable, Virgil accepted the bottle and started to drink; though he was soon unscrewing the lid when the plastic pop top limited the pace he desperately wanted to consume the liquid at.
“Are you feeling better or do you need more?”
“My no-sh-e -till hurt.” Virgil complained, wrinkling his nose further when he took a breath in.
“That would be from all the blood scents around here. You’re not as use to having to filter it out as Roman and I.”
Remus looked around the room at the blood splatter from Logan’s impromptu battle, genuinely impressed that a normal human could have fended off so many vampires while protecting the toddler they were after.
“Why don’t we get cleaned up, grab you another drink and take Logan’s car for a drive until your fangs retract?”
“Ok, but what -bout Dad?” Virgil wrapped his arms and legs around Remus when he stood and watched him carefully step around the headless vampires in the hall to reach the bathroom.
“Dad will find us, don’t you worry about that.”
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Logan loss consciousness some time during the drive but was thankfully still breathing when Roman sped up to the hospital and cried out for help; struggling to pull him out of the car now he was completely deadweight. Following what seemed like a million questions and 20 minutes of a nurse fussing over his own cuts, Roman was finally left to his own devices in the waiting area; giving up trying to call his Dad after leaving his 15th voice message.
He was hanging upside down on the chair when Remus came in; a sleepy Virgil on his hip.
“I thought you two would have found a park to hang out in, since the sun is finally up.”
“That was my plan,” Remus admitted, glad to feel his little brothers breathing even out as he fell asleep; “but the little nightmare wouldn’t stop nagging me to come. I would’ve preferred getting my ears boxed than listen to it for another hour, and now we’re here, he falls asleep.”
Sitting up properly, Roman laughed and held out his arms so Remus could manoeuvre the youngest into his arms.
“Better asleep than freaking out on us.”
“Nah, I said he was fine.” Sitting on the chair opposite, Remus pulled out his phone and started scrolling through his notifications. “Fangs retracted after 15minutes and he was satisfied with two doses. Considering I was expecting to have him hanging from my neck like last time, it was a welcomed surprise.”
“You think telling Dad that will stop him from killing us for leaving Virgil with a human.”
“Only if we also leave out the fact that a vamp nest attacked the house.”
Exchanging a glance, the twins groaned and spoke in time.
“We’re dead.”
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The sun had set when Declan arrived at the hospital, half furious after hearing the twins messages and half worried out of his mind. He double checked his concealment charm was still effectively hiding his scaled side before entering the building, shaking off his damp trench coat once he was walking the warm halls.
Four days prior he’d left the boys at a secluded Airbnb to follow a promising lead on Virgil’s birth parent, assuming the hostile vampire nest tracking the pure-blooded toddler wouldn’t pick up their trail for at least a few more days. Returning to the trashed house made his blood run cold, though it quickly reheated hearing the twins had left their adopted brother to investigate a reported werewolf pack. Of course, it had been a trick, false reports given to encourage them out of hiding; Declan could’ve seen it a mile away and he regretted his radio silence even more now.
As he neared the room assigned to some boy attacked in the woods, Declan was prepared to reprimand the twins in the harshest way possible. Each step brought him closer to grabbing Virgil and storming off, but when he reached the door, he found himself frozen. He saw Remus passed out on a hospital bed, looking just as exhausted as his twin in the bedside chair despite both of them clearly being in a deep sleep. Resting a hand on the door, Declan could feel the warding they had obviously put on it to protect the room; something that would have exhausted them without his assistance.
It was Virgil’s position that intrigued him the most. The toddler was perched carefully alongside the boy on the furthest bed, looking more peaceful than he had since his vampiric blood started taking affect.
“Excuse me,” a nurse called from the door over, “can I help you with anything, sir?”
“I’m the boys’ father, well, to three of them anyway. I’m Declan Fidi.” He held out a black gloved hand which the woman shook with a smile.
“You have some brave and lucky boys Mr Fidi. The whole staff agree that the twins quick thinking saved Logan’s life. Did you train them in first aid?”
“I wouldn’t have let them go out into that forest if I hadn’t.” Turning back to the viewing window a thought came to mind. “The boy - um - Logan, are his family around? I would like to have a word before I take my troupe away.”
“I’m sorry, but Logan doesn’t have family. He’s part of the local group home.”
“That’s okay. Thank you for your help anyway. I should probably get these boys to a proper bed and out of your hair.”
“Oh, they’ve been no trouble at all. Logan will be here for a few days at least, so feel free to bring the boys back if you like. I’m sure their visits will be welcomed.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Pushing the door open, Roman and Remus bolted awake instantly at the call of their warding; heads dropping in shame when they registered their father had entered.
“I’ll spare you two the lecture on your stupidity for later.”
“Yes, sir.” They said in unison, standing and stretching their tired muscles.
Declan moved to Logan’s bed and carefully picked Virgil up, the toddler whimpering as his sleep was disturbed.
“Shh, shh, shh.” He assured, rubbing Virgil’s back while he settled into his shoulder. “You’re alright.”
“Dad?”
“Yeah, buddy. We’re going somewhere safe to sleep, okay.”
Leaning back, Virgil looked into his father’s eyes, tears lining his own.
“But Logan -“
“We’ll come back tomorrow.”
Declan pulled Virgil’s purple hood over his head and encouraged him to lean on his shoulder again, nodding for the twins to head out the door before he followed.
They walked in silence back to the car park, Declan telling the twins to get in his van rather than taking the second car.
“You can work on cleaning it when we come back tomorrow.”
“Wait, you were serious about coming back?” Roman questioned, helping to buckle Virgil into his car seat.
“We’re not ditching town straight away?” Remus added.
“No. Roman’s got a car to clean, you’ve got a house to clean up, and I’ve got to see about adding to Virgil’s nest.”
The twins jaws dropped and watched Declan casually climb into the front seat in shock.
“You would let Logan join our pack?”
“Even though he’s a human?”
“A human wouldn’t have taken down three vamps alone. He’s not a human,” Declan chuckled at the thought of how shocked the vampires would have been. “He’s a hunter and a lost soul; just what our family needs.”
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End Note: Smol Vampire Virgil had to happen. Don’t tell me you never thought about it. This was a universe I made months ago. I had a whole back story planned out. Maybe one day I’ll write it, or do art for it or just make it an ask AU or something. Honestly, I have too many ideas some times but just not enough brains and concentration to write it all.
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