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[goldenwolfen]

He cannot live without her, and she has asked for his changing bite. His gift of moonstones will ensure a successful transformation on this, their wedding night. "Moon's Gift" Watercolor and colored pencil on 9 X 12 smooth Bristol paper. 2009. #fangfest #fangfest2020 #goldenwolfartfangfest #wolfmate #werewolfbite #werewolfart #werewolves #werewolf #lycan #lycanthrope #lycanthropy #goldenwolf #goldenwolfen #goldenwolfart #christygrandjean https://www.instagram.com/p/CGGYVpipgRL/?igshid=1l1mgx1cwzh9v

[nauticalparamour]

Chapter Twenty-Nine || FFN · AO3

Even with Ron gone, the tension between the three remaining teenagers hadn't dissipated at all. If anything, it only threw into sharp relief the fact of how little they had accomplished as the weeks had gone by, days growing shorter and nights growing colder. Their food supply had always been limited, but even with one less mouth to feed, it was still dwindling day after day.

Hermione tried to offer helpful advice, but it was becoming more and more clear that Harry had never had any plan to begin with. They were no closer to finding another horcrux than they had been when they fled the Burrow, and the one that they had still remained stubbornly in tact.

Harry was constantly wracked by emotions that weren't his own, and he grimly reported to Hermione and Theo that Voldemort was looking for something. "He's searching for...a solution," he whispered between gritted teeth while his hands pressed against his temples, wishing that he could push the images from his head. "He's desperate for...whatever it is he is looking for."

The lone female traveler had pulled out Tales of Beedle the Bard, then, leafing through the pages until she found the one she wanted. "I think he might be searching for the Elder Wand," Hermione said with a frown, nibbling at her lower lip. "This symbol here is the symbol of the Deathly Hallows - a resurrection stone, a cloak of invisibility, and the elder wand. The most powerful wand ever created. To wield it would make a wizard unstoppable."

[summerisbittersweet]

Today is my birthday and I indulged myself by doing whatever I wanted.

What I wanted to do was write a story for @shayalonnie‘s birthday, so I did!

I present, then, a fluffy, Voldemort-didn’t-die, Horcrux-free, Wolfmate Remione AU.

Moony’s Mate

Summary:

The War is over at last and a trio of heroes comes to take up posts at a Hogwarts vastly different than two of them grew up with. Remus Lupin is not at all unhappy with the changes—especially when Moony finds his mate amongst the new faces.

[nauticalparamour]

Chapter Twenty-One || FFN · AO3

Remus had met Hermione outside the pub just like he'd promised he would in the last letter that she had sent. She wasn't entirely sure if Remus would even help her, but she hadn't had anyone else to turn to, and there was a definite shift in their relationship ever since he learned the truth about Theo.

She wiped furiously at the tears on her cheeks while she stood up when she saw her former professor approaching. "Thank you for coming, Remus," she said, letting the older man pull her in for a hug. "I wasn't sure if you'd come."

"Of course," he said, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders. "Let's have a pint and talk it over before I take you back," he said sternly. "Theo's already been going spare enough, I don't know if he will be able to stand seeing you so upset when you first arrive, too."

Feeling too upset to argue with him at that moment, Hermione agreed, shuffling into the dingy neighborhood pub that had been around the corner from her parents' home longer than the house had been there. She found a seat easily enough, and took the pint that Remus offered her when he came back. Drinking deeply, she doubted that it would do anything to numb the pain that had settled in her heart.

"So, it's done?" Remus asked her, cautiously.

[nauticalparamour]

Chapter Eighteen || FFN · AO3

Theo should have known that it would be a losing battle to keep Hermione away from him once he revealed the truth of her status as his mate. She was so frustratingly Gryffindor, sometimes, determined to ignore his suggestion to keep some space between them. He was only doing it because he cared so much for her, like a cloying, aching sweetness that never left him. He would be devastated if she got hurt because of him.

Worse, he knew that he would be absolutely crushed if someday she decided that she didn't want to be with him any longer. It was something he wasn't sure if he'd be able to survive, living life normally after he knew what it was like to be with Hermione.

He knew that she wasn't being so stubborn because she was trying to hurt him or herself. He knew that she was just honestly being a good friend, trying to show him how much she genuinely cared for him. It was a bit of a foreign concept, to have someone treat him like Hermione did. Of course, he had other friends, but she was so earnest and genuine, seeing him for him and not just as a sum of stereotypes.

After she'd snuck into his room on the Seventh Floor during January's full moon, he'd made a promise to her that he wouldn't hide away from her if she never snuck back in before a transformation. He hadn't been lying to her when he'd told her that he could barely control himself around her normally, but that close to moonrise, he was barely able to keep the wolf at bay - a wolf who was quite insistent on claiming his mate, not bothered that Theo wanted to give her time to understand what kind of commitment that would be.

She'd agreed to the trade, but was still forced to spend the night with him a second time. They spent the lead up kissing furiously, with Hermione on his lap, grinding against him. Theo hadn't been able to keep his hands to himself, slipping up under her jumper and bra to cup her breasts. It hadn't been enough - Salazar, not nearly enough - but he'd contented himself with it anyway.

[nauticalparamour]

Sneak Peek | Done Without You, 11

It was a fair explanation, but it certainly made her task much much harder. She looked at her vinewood wand in his hands, helplessly. "Don't worry, little mate. Remus will look after your wand for you. And if it takes you too long, I will come and look for you." Giving her a little pat on the behind, he steered her in the direction of the forest. "Off you go now."

Hermione stood for just a moment, nibbling her lower lip, before trudging off in the direction of the forest. This was definitely going to be difficult, but then she thought of all the sacrifices that Fenrir had made for her during their month of courtship, and she knew that she would do this for him.

Read from the beginning here.

[nauticalparamour]

Done Without You | Chapter Eleven

The only instruction that Hermione had received from Fenrir in regards to the second werewolf ceremony was that she should wear something she was comfortable moving about in. In fact, he'd suggested that she wear muggle jeans, though she wasn't sure if that was for practicality or because he liked the tight way that they clung to her legs and arse. In any case, she was annoyed that he wouldn't just tell her what was involved so that she could make her own clothing choices.

She'd been nervous for the actual ceremony, but all day on Saturday, she'd been excited to see him again. Hermione was glad that Fenrir had stopped her from going farther than she really would have wanted to the night before, but she couldn't deny how much she'd enjoyed their amorous attentions. She'd grown completely conflicted about the mating that would take place the following week. On the one hand she was annoyed that her choice in choosing her life's partner was taken away, but at the same time she was excited about the partner that she got.

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Done Without You | Chapter Nine

Hermione woke up the night after the first werewolf ceremony with her face pressed against a very hard and very naked chest, arm wrapped around her back, holding her close. Her head felt a little funny and her mouth was a bit fuzzy, while the memories came pouring back in.

She sat up, staring down at her future mate, horrified at the way she'd practically thrown herself at him. "How much did I even drink?" She whispered to herself, wanting a hole to open up and swallow her so that she wouldn't have to face Fenrir.