Everyone writes about Werewolf!McCree, and I love it, but I tried my hand at Werewolf!Hanzo. It… got a bit out of hand.
branched into the wolf’s domain. It was not a place that wanderers could merely
find themselves after a single missed turn or misread sign. This was the heart
of the unsettled land, secluded, safe. People did not come here on their
morning walks; beautiful as it was, it was simply not the place for man.
wandered here possessed kind souls, not this distance from the beaten path
through the forest. Those that meandered these grounds with a weapon in hand were
only looking for trouble, and, most often, they would find it. The warnings
posted at every entrance to the forest that bid travelers be wary were not
decorations meant to be admired and forgotten. Those that freely disobeyed
these warnings would come to regret their actions in time.
“Say hi to Precious!! She is a sweet little girl that was rescued from
Roswell Animal Control. She is good with dogs and cats. Good with
kids. Rather shy. Loves to cuddle. Is a regular snuggle bug!! She
likes to be with her people and prances around and scratches at your leg
when she wants up. She is a really good girl. We think she is an
applehead chihuahua and dachsund mix.”
I'm loving all of your stuff so far! Everything you've written has been phenomenal. I do have a rather odd request. What would the Chocobro's reaction be if they found out that their S/O was a reincarnation of Ardyn's former lover?
I legit squealed at this, because I knew it would be both challenging and fun. Thank you for such kind words, they really keep me going. <3
You stared in shock at the man before you, how could it have been? There’s no way, you take a step back as your eyes locked with the man before you. Was this, was this really him? Yet those eyes, that hair everything! Everything flooded back, years, how many? “You’ve changed so much beloved.” Your head pounded,“Ardyn?”
Ardyn chuckled as he took a step toward you, as you, yourself stepped back, “Is something wrong, My Princess?”
“How?” You managed to get out, before you could stop it. “How are, what did you do to me?”
The red head took another step forward, as you shuffled back, “Do you not remember, beloved, or is this new body causing some type of confusion?”
You step away again, something within you was trying to remember but you refused to let it surface, “I…I don’t know what your talking about.” You state attempting to put on a brave face, you knew you couldn’t fight him, but running at this point was not an option.
The man’s hand went into the front of his coat, pulling at something in his breast pocket.
Believing him to be going for a weapon, you quickly turned summoning a sword, only to have your wrist caught within his strong grasp. A pressure applied causing you to immediately release and drop the weapon.
“Tsk, tsk, alway so defensive, and here I have a gift for you.” He replied, finally pulling his hand from his inner coat. “I always kept it near my heart.”
You stared at the small black book, dog eared, yellow and tattered, almost seeming to be pulled from the past. Hands reaching out without your permission to take it from the man.
“Get away from her!”
“Noctis!” You called in joy as Ardyn released your arm.
“Noct,” Ardyn laughed, a stepped back, “So glad for you to join us.”
“Y/n are you okay?” Noctis called over his shoulder as he stepped before you, summoning a sword to his hand.
“Now Noct, dont be so upset, Y/N and I were simply becoming reacquainted.” Ardyn chuckled, as you stayed rooted in spot, not sure of how to react. “I’ll take my leave, please, Princess, do get the young Prince up to speed. You have much to discuss.”
Both you and Noctis stared at the man who disappeared, before your gaze turned to the small book within your hand. Opening the front cover of the book as you gasped loudly, a picture, a picture of you and Ardyn, at least it looked to be you and Ardyn.
“Y/N?” Noctis called in confusion.
“Noctis, I’m…I’m Ardyn’s wife.” You mutter weakly.
Noctis quickly reached out taking the book from your shaking hand, his eyes scanning the picture before flipping through the book, his eyes scanning the final page bookmarked. Only looking up to you,with soft pleading eyes.
You shook your head, trying to get your thoughts together, you couldn’t be! That woman looked like you, but older, yet that book had to be older than you, you remembered your childhood, growing up in Insomnia, you never had anyone else other than Noctis.
Yet your voice, her voice, called to Ardyn.
Noctis’ embrace engulfed you, as you wrapped your arms around his waist, “I don’t know…”
“Noctis!” You blurt, you needed to get this out and into the open now, “I love you, I don’t care what that book says. Please burn it. Please…”
Noctis pulled away from you, holding the book between the two of you, “Are you sure?”
You cup the hand holding the book, nodding your confirmation, before feeling the tingle of magic, as the book combusted before your eyes. The last of the ashes floating away, before Noctis pulled you into another embrace.
“I know you, and whatever trick that Ardyn is playing at, we’ll stop him together.” He whispered against your head.
Your hand immediately went to Prompto’s, this wasn’t true, simply another play with the man. You knew he had the power to cast illusions but why did these affect you in such a different way? This was just another one of his tricks.
Ardyn chuckled as he stepped toward you, “Are your memories finally returning, beloved?”
You watched as Prompto slowly moved before you, his gun raised, “Stay back!”
Ardyn frowned at the gunner, “Young Prompto, I believe that you have overstayed your welcome.”
“Prompto!” You scream, as Ardyn easily tossed the man aside, your feet moving to go after the blonde, only to halt as Ardyn appeared before you. Summoning one of Prompto’s guns to your hand, you lifted it.
“Y/n, you know you’ve never been a good shot.” Ardyn chuckled, as your finger pushed at the trigger. “Don’t you recall, that time you accidentally recoiled, you had quite the impressive bruise on your forehead.”
A vision of a woman flashed before your eyes, no you, an older you sitting before Ardyn, as he pressed a kiss to a red mark on your forehead. “Stop it!”
“Y/n, please don’t be like this.” Ardyn called, his hands going to touch your face, only to quickly pull away from you as a bullet grazed his face. Both of you turning to Prompto, his pistols raised to the man, one of the ends still smoking.
“I said get away from Y/n!” Prompto barked.
Ardyn scoffed before turning back to you, “Why are you hiding it, are you afraid of hurting his feelings? You remember everything, isnt that correct?”
You jumped unprepared for Prompto to suddenly call your name in such a desperate bark, your feet quickly rushing over to the gunman’s side.
Ardyn’s eyes stared at you, “I see you’ve made your choice, see to it that you protect her young Prompto, until she returns to my side.”
As the man left, Prompto held his guns still toward the area the man once stood, refusing to look to you.
“Is it true?”
Prompto lowered his guns, as they disappeared, a shaking hand gripping yours, “Do you still…”
“No, my heart is yours.”
Prompto’s hands shook, you already knew he was trying to stop the tears from falling, yet you, yourself could not.
You glanced around, “Gladdy…”
“Beloved, wouldn’t you say it’s rather rude to call out to another man?” Ardyn inquired, as he begun his predatory walk around you, circling you each time closing in. “Are you stating that you don’t remember me? Yet you called my name not so long ago.”
You let out a growl, defenses up, “I’m certain I would remember ‘something’ like you.” You hiss, attempting to ignore the throbbing happening behind your eyes. Yet as he continued his movements around you, the pain became worse, something was clawing to get forward.
Only to gasp, as one of his hands gripped your chin, pulling you to stare at him, his eyes turning a haunting yellow, as the scarlera inked black. “Don’t try to pretend you forgot! I see it in your eyes.”
“I…I do.” You replied, “I remember an Ardyn…”
Ardyn chuckled, as he brought you closer, his lips ghosting over your own, “To think the gods found it fit to bring you back to me.”
“Gladdy?” You wispher, before coming back to your senses as your boyfriend appeared a shriek of joy, “Gladiolus!”
Ardyn quickly silenced you by pulling you forward, his lips sealing your own, as you felt what could only be described as a draining sensation in your body. Only to come out of your frozen stance, as you slam a fist into his head, which only seemed to frustrate the man.
“Why are you fighting it?” Ardyn barked, shaking you.
“I was reborned to be given a second chance, and you are no longer the man I cared for. Let me go, creature.” You hiss, refusing to give him the justification of a scream, when he bought a hand around to slap you.
“You son of a bitch!” Gladiolus barked, swinging his large sword at the man.
“So you’ve chosen this, over me, a ridiculous decision.” Ardyn sneered backing up.
“Wanna run that by me again?” Gladiolus growled.
“Gladdy,” You call resting a hand on the man’s arm, “Don’t waste your time, he’s just an ex that doesn’t deserve the time of day.”
Ardyn glared to you, before letting out a smug chuckle before turning dramatically leaving you two.
“Y/n, what was that about?”
You glanced away from Gladiolus, “We were once something, but not anymore.”
Gladiolus glared toward the spot where the man one stood, “And…”
“You.” You replied, already knowing the question on his lips, only to find those lips pressed against your own. Your arms going to wrap around his strong neck, only for a large hand to lace in your hair, pulling your mouths apart.
“You are mine!” Gladiolus growled against your lips, “Don’t forget that.”
“Yes.” You repeat, as he pulled you into another kiss, devouring your mouth.
You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it. How, how could this man before you be the same man?
Ardyn’s hand came to caress your face, “Oh, but you do, do not pretend that your memories aren’t returning.”
You flinch at the man’s touch, he was right, the moment the word beloved fell from his mouth, everything flooded back. You, no, some other you from a past would smile at the sweet endearment. Yet now it appeared so…
“I see that you need time, please know that I’ll be waiting for you tonight.” He replied, as he moved past you.
“Ignis?” You gasped, turning to the man.
“Was that the Chancellor?” He inquired, as you nodded. “May I inquire as to what it was that you spoke about?”
Your eyes lowered, “Ignis, I…I haven’t been truthful, I…I don’t know how else to explain it, yet the gods, or through some type of magic, I am a reincarnation of the Chancel…no Ardyn’s love.” You looked to see those green eyes staring holes into you, yet you continued. “I’ve been reborned, 10, 11 times, and each time I found my way back to him, until I found you.”
You glanced up to see Ignis still staring at you, lowering your head, you felt your shoulders begin to shake as you stared at the ground, out of fear that you had lost not just Ardyn all over again, but now, more importantly, Ignis.
“Do you still love him?” Ignis called.
“No, a part of me, a small part, and old part of me. The man he once was, yet that Ardyn died so long ago.” You wispher, only to feel a hand on the back of your head. “I watched him die so long ago, and maybe the gods are repeatedly putting me through these challenges because I need to be patient, but even now I fear that I’ve once again mess that up.”
“Why do you say that?”
You gave a heavy sigh through your tears, trying to keep yourself from wailing ,”Because I’ve lost you.”
“You have not lost me, I am with you until you feel the need to leave, and I do not wish that any time in the future.”
Tears fell harder as you rested your head against the strong chest before you, feeling arms wrap around you protectively, “Thank you.”
He hadn’t known. Hadn’t even had a clue. How was.. How was this even possible? He stared at his S/O, not entirely certain of what to say. He felt trusted they they’d shared it with him, but he couldn’t imagine the sort of racism they had to face on a daily basis to force them to hide it from even him. His eyes traced the length of a soft tail one more time before he quietly spoke, “I still love you, you know?”
It hadn’t been such a well kept secret, despite what his S/O would like to think. He himself was a faunus, and that had raised his senses. Not as much as Blake’s, but he’d known upon meeting them, that they had not been entirely human. He hadn’t ever said anything about it out of respect for them. He knew what the hatred was like, he simply chose to take pride rather than hide his heritage. He’d been tempted before though. “You’re always gonna be my baby,” he murmured into their ear, pulling them close and wrapping his tail around their middle. He rested his head atop their own and silently said “I understand,” through those same actions.
He didn’t understand why they had hidden it from him. His best friend was a faunus after all! How could he hate them? He was confused and hurt by the fact that they’d hidden such a huge thing from him, but the tears streaming down their face was an entirely different matter. He understood. Understood the isolation and the loneliness and the scared sensations they’d grown up with. He observed it in Sun constantly. The only thing he c o u l d do was wrap his arms around his S/O’s shaking form and hold them as close as he dared without suffocating them. No words were ever shared in that moment, despite Neptune’s normal behavior.
One kiss. Two. Three. Five. He didn’t want to stop, because as soon as he did, reality would settle into his chest and he’d be forced to speak and t h i n k. He didn’t want to stop. He really didn’t. Then being a faunus was not something he’d planned for. If anyone other than him found out, it would go straight to Cinder and if it went to Cinder it would eventually travel it’s way to Adam. He couldn’t let Adam get his hands on h i s love. They were his whole world. He would protect them against everything, even Adam Taurus’ army of faunus. He briefly wondered if he let out that shaky breath, but decided it had been his S/O. “He won’t touch you. Only me,” it was all he could manage to say.
She nearly knocked over her S/O with the force of her hug, tightly clinging to them, her legs wrapped around their waist. She didn’t want to them to be sad anymore. She’d sworn they wouldn’t be sad with her. They would n e v e r be sad with her. She’d give them anything if it would make them smile at her in that way that took her breath away. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” it became a mantra as she snuggled against their neck, wanting to reassure them about hiding it from her. She loved them either way, and besides, she thought that the small dog ears were rather cute and fitting for her precious S/O. “Its okay that you’re a faunus! You’re still cute and I still like you!”
She’d known immediately. She had smelled the scent of her brethren, and she’s seen the small twitching beneath clothing. She was observant and that combined with her heightened senses had granted her the knowledge of it. She was certain that they knew too. They’d never discussed it with her, but she absolutely knew that they had also known before they’d ever discussed dating. But now she stood before them, long and sleek panther tail swaying proudly in the dimmed light of their dorm room. “… I knew,” She admitted with a glance to the side, slightly embarrassed, as she reached up and tugged off the bow from around her cat ears. “And I’m sure you knew too. I-… we’re both okay, w-we both love each other… so it’s okay that we hid, right..?” The smile she received settled her down as she felt their arms around her. She loved that. And she loved the new tail she’d never seen until now.
She stared at her S/O, blinking slowly as she processed the words. Faunus. They were a faunus. And those were horns on their head. She was in love with someone she’d thought to be human, but was faunus. She smiled warmly at the new information, not at all bothered by the revelation. She could understand not wanting to be singled out. She tried so hard to be “Pyrrha” every single day, but the only thing that anyone could ever see her as was a warrior. But not them. They saw her as Pyrrha. “I quite like them. They suit you magnificently, darling,” she spoke sweetly, making sure that they believed every word she said. “.. We won’t ever be alone, yes?” The nod she received was more than enough to make her heart swell with joy. Neither of them were alone when they had each other.
soundlessly into the library, Castiel’s serene ocean eyes alighted upon a small
dingy dog-eared hardbound leather book nestled in the crook of the stuffed armchair
and sparked with recognition. Forward momentum instantly halting, his coat and
arms swung gently by his sides, settling in near unison. His cobalt gaze
searched the corners of the room and beyond the doors for the owner, not
finding you anywhere in sight. Pressing his eyelids closed, he concentrated on
picking out the sounds, or rather lack thereof, disturbing the air of the
bunker – determining he was alone in the expansive hideaway. You and the
brothers must be on a short supply run. The thought passed through his mind
that he should join you – after all, you, Sam, and Dean had seemed especially eager
for his immediate aid in researching the latest case when you’d prayed, texted,
and phoned, respectively, earlier that afternoon. Gleaming eyes now fixed on
the tiny book, he dismissed the thought entirely.
He’d observed you reading
this particular book often in the past months, noting quizzically how you
urgently stashed it away in his presence, adamantly brushing it off as a trifle, a
subtle pink flush painting your cheeks. The angel was not one to pry, attributing
your actions as his simple misunderstanding of the more nuanced peculiarities of
humans – you in particular being a most puzzling anomaly to him. But now,
presented with the opportunity to satisfy a curiosity he did not know he
possessed, he strode deliberately toward the chair.
Regarding the Edwin Harris painting of a young women seated at a table arranging flowers image manipulation of the puzzling print tacked to the wall appears to reveal the profile of a small long- eared dog with his paw up on a table top- possibly trying to engage with the darker bird-like shape on the right. This reminds me of several paintings by Sir Edwin Henry Landseer, the famous and popular animal painter would painted several domestic dramas of this type of confrontation.
What an interesting thought, thank you! I generally think of Landseer as working in higher contrasts and smoother forms than the print on the wall, but of course that’s no reason it couldn’t be one of his. After all, it does seem to be rather ambiguously recorded!
For everyone’s reference, this is the piece in question:
“Remi is such a happy and sweet little guy! He just loves everyone and is
really looking forward to being your tail-waggin’, snuggle buddy. Remi
is a Chihuahua/Doxie/? mix and he is about 3 years old. His
foster Mom has worked so hard on his house-training and he has improved
so much! He’s not a straight-A student yet but we give him 4 stars for