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Febuwhump Prompt - Blindfolded

Prompt - ‘No one inspires that kind of loyalty quite like he does.’

You thrashed against the strong arms that held you, unable to see your captor as the blindfold that had been tightly, too tightly, secured around your eyes remained in place. You had no idea how much time had actually passed from you being captured to being dragged outside, held firmly in place as people around you cheered, shouting insults as a deep chuckle sounded close to your ear, taking great delight in the chaos.

Your blood had run cold once you were dragged out, the heat from nearby flames doing nothing to warm you up as you heard the snarls and groans of walkers, dreading what was to come.

You knew that Daryl had to be nearby, you’d both been grabbed together and no amount of struggling from either or you, nor Daryl’s shouts and threats, had persuaded your captors to keep you together. Instead you were led far away from each other, his face being the last thing you saw before your vision was taken by the damn blindfold.

“What can I say?” A voice called out, settling the crowd. It was the man holding you who spoke, you could feel the rumble of his chest and felt his breath from how closely he was holding you.

Despite yourself you froze too, desperately trying to gather as much information as you could, trying to form any sort of plan that would get you and Daryl out of there. You listened as the man gave a bullshit speech about how your group were the bad ones…the terrorists. It was probably a good thing the blindfold was in place considering just how often you rolled your eyes, knowing it would probably get you a beating from them or a bullet in the head.

“I am afraid,” He continued and hell, if you were one of his people, one of the people so blinded by the safety of this town, you probably would have believed him too. ”That’s right, I’m afraid of these terrorists who want what we possess, who want to destroy us!”

Angry yells broke out and the Governor let them, a small smirk pulling on his face as he looked from the crowd and then over at his hostages.

“And what is worse is that one of those terrorists is somebody I trusted, somebody you trusted. Merle Dixon.”

You felt your breath catch as your head moved around on its own accord, not caring that the blindfold obstructed your view of everything as you tried to look for him.

“He led these people here to us tonight, he let them in to hurt you, to hurt your families.” The Governor paused, letting his words hang heavy before he continued. “We have some of the terrorist here with us tonight. Merle’s own brother and this one here is the brother’s girlfriend.”

There was another pause as somebody ripped your blindfold off and your eyes scrunched shut despite the fact that there was no sun to blind you, only flames to light the makeshift arena up as people around you expressed their anger, yelling threats as the Governor spoke over them.

“What should we do with them, huh?”

Those were the words that finally had you turning your head, locking eyes with Daryl who looked over at you guiltily but you shook your head at him, if you were going to die tonight you were not going to let Daryl blame himself for it.

He had yelled at you to leave him, to run, as he provided cover for everybody to make it over the fence, but you refused, not willing to leave until Daryl left too. In the mess of flash grenades though you and Daryl had both been taken but still you didn’t regret the decision to not leave without him.

You knew you’d make the same decision again and knew that nothing Daryl did would change your mind. You also knew you had to get out of here alive, all three of you, so that Daryl could kill you himself once you were safe.

Threats for the three of you to be killed were called out unanimously and you felt the man tighten his grip on you, watched as Daryl and Merle glared over at him and heard the words meant for Merle.

“You wanted your brother, now you got him.”

The sound of another voice had your head darting to the side, eyes wide as you looked at a ghost from the past, a woman thought to be dead.

“Let them go, Philip.” Andrea demanded but one of Philip’s men grabbed her, securing her in his arms like you were in his. “They’re my friends!”

“The people have spoken. You said you stand with us, prove it. Brother against brother!” The Governor announced, causing the audience to cheer and chuckle as your head moved back to look at Daryl, too many emotions playing across his face as he looked from you to Merle. “Fight to the death.”

“Don’t do this,” you said, voice cold and devoid of emotion despite the fact your eyes were watery as you watched Daryl shake his head. “Put me in there.” You pleaded.

“Oh don’t you worry, little lady, your time will come.” He whispered into your ear, voice low and deep, meant to be heard by only you.

“Don’t do this.” You repeated, eyes locked on Daryl as Merle began to give a speech about his loyalty to this town.

“You know, Merle told me about you and his brother,” The Governor told you, keeping his voice quiet, watching the scene play out  before him, “told me how his brother had a girl who trusted him with her life, who had managed to claim her loyalty, told me you never questioned him, never doubted him, just trusted his moves, his every decision. Loyalty like that is rare.”

You frowned as you listened to him, not disputing any of his words because yes, you did trust Daryl Dixon in a way you had never trusted anyone before, you trusted Daryl to protect you, but it was more than him saving your life more than once. It was about the bond you’d created with him, you trusted him deeply, knew that he made decisions for a reason and even if you couldn’t always see why he made them eventually you could.

Though you hated to agree with the bastard you knew he was right, the loyalty you had for Daryl was rare.

“I could do with some of that loyalty.” He told you, turning his head so his lips brushed against your ear, and you barely suppressed a shudder, taking a moment to take a deep breath, not speaking until you were certain your voice was strong and even.

“Daryl Dixon has my loyalty until the day I die.” You said, glad as your voice did as you had hoped, you were ready to leave it at that, but you continued talking, knowing that losing Merle had hurt him, hurt his reputation. “The reason a man like you doesn’t have that loyalty is because you don’t deserve it, deep down people can see what type of man you are and trust me when I say, Daryl Dixon is a hundred times the man you’ll ever be.”

Those were the words that struck a nerve it seemed. Just as Merle punched Daryl, sending him to the floor, the Governor pushed you away from him, not giving you a chance to move before his own fist connected with your face.

You let out a cry as you fell to the floor, your head turning away from the Governor’s continued assault just in time to watch Merle beating on Daryl as walkers were brought out.

The Governor continued punching at you before standing to his full height and letting his boot connect with your ribs causing you to choke on your breath as you hunched in on yourself, crying in pain as you were dragged up. The Governor held you in a choke hold and your eyes went wide as your hands flew up to his arm, desperately trying to claw him off you.

“Watch,” He growled in your ear, “Watch as the man you trust so damn much is killed, then see where your loyalties lie.”

“That’s your problem,” You choked out, struggling for breath but refusing to let this man win, “You think you can scare people into being loyal to you, you can’t.”

The man's grip on your neck tightened and you felt the panic running through you as you couldn’t get any air to your lungs and yet somehow you still managed to smile as Daryl and Merle stood back-to-back with one another, taking hits at the walkers that had been brought out.

“See,” You managed to choke out, lightheaded and desperately trying to keep your eyes open. “Another person loyal to Daryl Dixon.”

You knew you needed to shut up, knew that at least one of the Dixon brothers had a plan and your only job was to stay alive long enough for them to execute it. To your left you heard Andrea begging and pleading with the man for him to stop but you just chuckled as best you could as you watched the brothers move together.

The gunshots startled you as screams could be heard around the crowd as people fell down before smoke filled the air quickly and you felt the Governor shift before you saw the gun he pulled out and in the chaos of smoke and the crowd you lost track of Daryl as the Governor began to walk, dragging you along with him as he finally took his arm from your neck and grabbed your forearm instead.

You tried to pull away from him, desperately scratching and thrashing but you couldn’t get away from him, not until gunshots littered the space in front of your feet, stopping either of you from moving and the Governor threw you down to the floor and aimed his gun towards where the shots were coming from.

You wasted no time, quickly moving to stand and running in a random direction.

“Y/N!” You heard a shout and your head shot around as Daryl came up behind you, not stopping as he ran, grabbing your hand in his and pulling you along and you could do little else but let him, feeling nothing but relief flood you as he squeezed your hand in his.

The sound of gunshots could be heard echoing from inside the fence as you all ran out, Rick and Merle bickering over bringing the elder Dixon brother. It was too dangerous to be stood outside the gates, Daryl knew it too and urged everybody to follow as Merle led them into the woods.

Your neck was in agony as you made it back to Glenn and Michonne and as the fight over Merle’s presence broke out you took a step back to rub at the already forming bruises on your neck.

You listened as Glenn and Michonne argued with Rick, demanding to know why he’d been brought back, smiled as Daryl turned to Merle in an attempt to shut him up, watched as everybody’s face changed as Merle mentioned Andrea.

“Andrea’s in Woodbury?” Glenn asked in shock.

“Right next to the Governor.” Daryl told him and you nodded, remembering her words.

“Real close to him, she called him Philip.” You told them with a grimace, your voice coming out scratchy and barely above a whisper as pain shot through your throat.

Daryl immediately turned his attention to you as Rick questioned Michonne, the two of you shutting him out as Daryl stepped closer, letting his hands come up and his fingers brush softly against the bruises.

“Should have left when I told ya to.” He said, letting his head lean forward, coming to rest on your forehead.

You smiled and lifted your own arms and let them rest around his shoulders, fingers coming up to play with his hair.

“Would you have left me there?” You asked him softly, watching him wince at how painful the words sounded.

“Don’t be stupid.” He glared at you, and you couldn’t help but smile, you were supposed to leave him behind, but God forbid you even suggest he would ever leave you.

“We don’t leave each other,” You smiled watching as he looked into your eyes, searching for something, and clearly found it as he nodded against your head. “You’re stuck with me, Dixon.”

Daryl let himself chuckle, you were safe now and that bastard couldn’t hurt you.

“Stuck with me too, Y/L/N.” He murmured, giving himself one more moment of peace with his forehead against yours and your fingers in his hair before he pulled away and listened to what was being said, not leaving your side and you let your hand brush against his.

“Shut up!” Daryl shouted at Merle as he began to yell at the group but was quickly cut off by Rick knocking him out.

You all made your way out of the woods, Rick glaring at Michonne to stay at the car whilst the rest of your group walked away, trying to come up with a solution to the Merle problem, Daryl trying desperately to convince Rick to let him come to the prison.

“It won’t work.” Rick told him but Daryl shook his head as he argued that Merle knew the man who was without a doubt coming for you all.

“We don’t know who she is,” Daryl said as you all looked to Michonne and he was right you didn’t know her, you didn’t know if she would turn out to be a friend or another enemy to add to the list, “Merle’s blood.”

Glenn immediately disagreed and you couldn’t blame him, something more had happened when they’d been taken, something more than Glenn being beaten by Merle.

“My blood, my family is standing right here and waiting for us back at the prison.” Glenn told him firmly.

“You’re part of that family.” Rick told him seriously, looking Daryl in the eyes and you could see him pleading with him, begging Daryl to go with them.

To choose them over Merle Dixon.

“Fine,” Daryl said as you turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow at the thought of him giving up on Merle so quickly, “We’ll fend for ourselves.” He told the group and you let your eyebrow drop because of course Daryl wouldn’t give him up.

“No him, no me.” He told them simple and you gave an inaudible sigh as you looked from Daryl to the rest of the group and over to Merle who was awake and leaning against a tree.

Great, you thought to yourself, back to sleeping in the woods.

You had never gotten used to being without a bed, sleeping on the floor, even in a tent you had never been fond of it. You’d grown used to the prison, the mattress may have been another form of punishment for the prisoners but after months of sleeping in a tent it felt like a cloud and now you didn’t know how long it would be until you slept on a bed again.

You glared at Merle as the group tried to persuade Daryl to stay.

As Daryl walked away from the group you let out a louder sigh and followed him.

“Wow, hey, where are you going?” Maggie asked as she grabbed your arm and out of the corner of your eye you saw Daryl pause as they all turned to you.

“Apparently I’m going to live in the woods.” You grimaced before gently pulling away from her and jogging over to Daryl who raised an eyebrow at you as he pulled a bag from the car.

“You don’t have to leave.” He told you quietly, but you just rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah I do, we don’t leave each other, remember?” You smiled, watching as his expression shifted and he looked at you in disbelief.

“You don’t gotta do this.” He told you again and you just grabbed the bag off him, making your way into the woods before turning around so you were walking backwards.

“You’re stuck with me, Dixon.” You told him with a grin before turning away and heading over to Merle who grinned at you.

“You willing to give up a warm bed and food for Daryl?” Merle asked you, seeing how Daryl had frozen as he kept staring at your retreating figure.

“For Daryl.” You confirmed easily, meaning it with every fibre of your being.

“You must really love him then, huh? I still remember you moanin’ like a damn bitch over sleepin’ on the floor, eating squirrels…” Merle said trailing off with a chuckle.

“I do.” You confessed to Merle, voice soft as you glanced over your shoulder and saw Daryl making his way over to the two of you.

“Then he’s damn lucky.” Merle murmured quietly as Daryl neared, the words only meant for you.

“You really don’t have to do this.” Daryl told you for a third time and you smiled up at him, expression soft as you took his hand in yours and gave it a squeeze.

“Let’s go.” You said, nodding to Merle who nodded back before leading the way.

Daryl was wrong because you did have to do this. The Governor had been right in his assessment of you, his take on your blind faith in Daryl. He had been right that loyalty was rare in this world, but nobody had your loyalty quite like Daryl Dixon had and you knew that for as long as you should live nothing could break that and you would follow him blindly for the rest of your life.

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Prompt - @redneckstrash - 4 - Falling asleep on the couch, waking up to not only a blanket around them but their partner squeezed on with them & 7 - “Do you hate me?”

The rain hammering down outside matched the atmosphere inside the house perfectly as you stood on one side of the room, annoyance clear across your face as you glared at Daryl who was leaning against the door frame, watching you from behind his hair.

“I told ya I ain’t arguing with ya,” Daryl told you, his voice steady as you rolled your eyes and shook your head at him. “It’s too dangerous, I ain’t letting you go out there.”

“But it’s fine for you to go?” You snapped at him, the two of you running around in circles, the same conversation that had started over an hour ago when Daryl told you he was going out to see if they could find anything out about the latest threat to Alexandria and you had to stay here. “I can take care of myself, Daryl!”

“I ain’t saying you can’t!” Daryl shot back, anger towards the new group coursing through his veins for causing the two of you to argue, before this Daryl couldn’t remember the last time the two of you had been against each other. 

“So then I can go?” You asked, raising an eyebrow in his direction and scoffing as he shook his head.  “Course I can’t because in your head I’m just some idiot who can’t handle herself right, not like I’ve survived this long and taken out more walkers than either of us can count.” 

“C’mon Y/N, that ain’t fair and you know it,” He told you gruffly, shaking his head again, “Course ya can handle yourself, nobody’s saying you can’t but there’s other people headin’ out, you don’t need to be out there.”

“Why not? I can help, Daryl!” You were never one to sit back and let the fight pass you by, especially not when your people, your friends, were being hurt and killed. Watching as a group Aaron had gone out with return bruised, bloody and broken had you cleaning your weapons, ready for what was to come and now Daryl was the one stopping you from helping.

“I ain’t risking you!” Daryl snapped, pushing away from the door frame and taking a step towards you. He watched as your nose flared and your eyebrows knitted together as you took in his words before you let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh.

“But it’s ok to risk yourself?” You asked him, all the anger seemingly draining from your voice. “You know I can handle myself.”

“Against walkers.” Daryl said, lowering his voice and desperately wanting to take another step closer to you but he knew you wouldn’t let him get close right now.

“So you don’t think I can handle myself?” He watched as you looked away from him, turning to face the window and looking out towards the gate where the car was being loaded.

“I already said I know ya can but we don’t even know what we’re dealing with, we know nothin’ about these people. I don’t care if ya hate me for it, Y/N/N, but I ain’t risking you, no way.” Daryl told you and watched as you shook your head again but didn’t have a chance to answer as a knock sounded from the front door.

“Daryl? You ready to head out?” You heard Rick call from outside and glanced over your shoulder, watching as Daryl looked from the door and back to you with a pleading expression across his face, one that would usually have your glare softening into a smile but this time you just gestured to the door with a nod of your head.

“You should go.” Daryl barely found himself suppressing a flinch at the coldness of your tone but he stood by his decision, he’d rather have you alive and hate him than dead and not able to love him.

Daryl moved over to you, hating the way your whole body tensed but still he leaned in close and pressed a kiss to your forehead before he pulled away and headed towards the front door, glancing back over at you, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he grabbed the door knob.

“Love you.” He said quietly into the tense silence and didn’t give you a chance to reply as he slipped out of the door and past Rick who watched him go with a concerned look before following after him. 

Days seem to pass by in a blur and you found yourself out of the house more than you were in it, unable to sit around without letting the last conversation you had with Daryl invade your mind, constantly playing like it was stuck on a loop. You hated that he hadn’t let you go but now you hated that he’d left and you hadn’t told him you loved him, hated that something could happen to him and the last thing he’d remember about you would be an argument. 

You shook your head as you sat on the steps to Rick’s house, blinking hard against the sudden wetness in your eyes as you held Judith closer to you, letting your head rest against hers. Two days wasn’t long but it felt like an eternity right now and it took every ounce of self control you had to not leave the walls and search for Daryl.

“You ok?” You heard Carol ask as she came closer to the house but you couldn’t look up, still trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill. “He’ll be back before you know it.” She told you, taking a seat next to you and letting Judith grab her finger.

“I know,” You sniffed, finally pulling away from Judith and looking up at Carol who smiled sympathetically at you. “He thinks I hate him.” You said quietly, voice barely above a whisper and frowning as she laughed.

“No he doesn’t.” She said making it sound like even the idea of Daryl thinking you hated him was ridiculous. “You two have survived too much together for him to ever think that.” 

“I didn’t tell him I loved him.” You said miserably and Carol rolled her eyes but her tone was soft as she spoke, knowing this was one of the first real times in yours and Daryl’s relationship that the two of you had been on bad terms.

“He knows.” She said easily, “He knows you love him and you know he loves you, more than anything in this world. That’s why you’re here and not out there, he knows you’re safer in here than you are outside of these walls-”

“I’m safest wherever he is.” You cut her off, not doubting your words even a little bit causing Carol to smile at you.

“Yeah, you’re probably right but he won’t look at it that way, his job is keeping threats as far away from you as he can, that’s his priority.” Carol told you and you nodded along as he spoke, knowing she was right but still not happy.

“Why can he go out there and risk his life but I can’t?” You asked her, looking at her with wide, watery eyes.

“Because if you die out there he wouldn’t come back from it,” She told you honestly, watching how your eyebrows knitted together as you took her words in before you looked away from her. “If you’re safe here, that’s all that matters to him.”

“And if he dies out there?” You managed to choke out, a single tear managing to slip down your face at the thought.

“Then you’re safe here.” Carol answered and you let out a choked sob as you shook your head.

“He can’t live without me but if he dies I’m supposed to, what, carry on without him?” You asked angrily. “I’m not doing this without him, Carol.”

“I’m not saying he’s right but I do know he’s doing what he thinks is best for you, that’s all he’s ever done. He doesn’t care what happens to him but if anything ever happened to you..” Carol said, trailing off and looking away as she thought of a world without you, knowing exactly how Daryl would react.

“That’s why I should be with him, he watches out for me, I watch out for him.” You told her, eyes pleading with her causing her to laugh softly.

“It’s not me you have to convince, it’s him and trust me that’s a fight you don’t stand a chance in. That man would do anything you asked him but he won’t do anything that puts you in harm's way.” She told you and you knew she was right, loathe as you were to admit it.

“I just want him to come home.” You said softly, resting your cheek on Judith’s head as she leaned against your chest. “I hate fighting with him.”

“He’ll be home before you know it.” Carol promised, her hand resting on your knee and giving it a gentle squeeze.

You sighed as you stepped into the silent house in the early hours of the morning after a long shift on the watchtower, not quite ready to spend another night alone in bed. With another sigh you pulled your shoes off, not bothering to change out of your clothes as you walked into the living room and lay down on the sofa, drifting off to sleep moments after your head hit the pillow.

Daryl was glad to see the walls of Alexandria, exhausted and ready to collapse into bed with you after two days of searching for any signs of the newest threat. They’d found a small group of members who had all been killed when it became clear that they would not be giving up their plans or information about their group. 

With a quick goodbye to the rest of his group Daryl walked up to the house and opened the door as soundlessly as he could, not wanting to wake you at such a late hour. Standing in the hallway he slipped his boots off before walking further into the house, intending to head upstairs and into bed with you before a noise from the living room stopped him. 

Pulling a knife out, Daryl gripped it and made his way over to the doorway, eyes darting around, quickly adjusting to the darkness before a smile made its way onto his face and he pocketed the weapon. 

He didn’t know just how long he stood in the doorway for, smiling dumbly over at you as you slept but eventually he made his way upstairs, quickly changing into something less bloody and tugged a blanket from your bedroom over his shoulder before he made his way back downstairs.

The sofa definitely wasn’t big enough for the two of you but somehow Daryl managed to shift you enough so he could lay down before bringing you close to him, laying you on his chest and wrapping the blanket around the pair of you before his arms wrapped around you. He couldn’t stop the soft smile that spread across his face as you mumbled something he couldn’t make out and gripped his shirt in your fist.

With a lingering kiss to the top of your head Daryl let his eyes fall shut and drifted off to sleep, glad to finally have you back in his arms. 

You woke up as light force its way past you closed eyelids causing you to groan slightly as you cuddled further into the warm chest underneath you, only to tense a moment later when you registered that there shouldn’t be a warm chest underneath you unless-

Your eyes opened and a tired smile spread across your face as you tilted your head to look up at Daryl who was still asleep with his arms wrapped around you, probably for the best considering how close you were to the edge of the sofa.

Daryl scrunched his eyes together as he woke up, frowning as he felt something against his chest. Upon opening his eyes a smile appeared on his face as he watched you trace shapeless patterns into his chest. He continues to watch you for a few minutes before he shifts and places a kiss on your head.

“Mornin’,” He greets, voice thick with sleep and you tilted your head to face him, smiling softly up at him

“Morning, you okay?” You ask him, smoothing your palm against his chest and looking over his face again as he nods.

“All good, Y/N/N.” He assures you, his thumb brushing up and down against your hip.

There was a silence that stretched between the two of you, an uncomfortable silence that neither of you had experienced with each other since the early days when you’d just met and weren’t too sure of each other yet. Daryl hated that one fight seemed to tip you both off balance so much, you hated it too.

“Do you hate me?” Daryl finally forced himself to ask, the conversation from before he had left not once leaving his mind the entire time he was gone. He watched as you rolled your eyes at the question before you shifted so you could see him better.

“I don’t like the fact you won’t let me come with you,” You told him honestly, for so long it had never been an issue, the two of you outside together but now you had stable walls, you had safety and you knew Daryl’s top priority was your safety. “We’re better together. You know I can handle myself and you can trust me to watch your back.” 

“S’not that,” Daryl replied, voice quiet as he spoke, “I trust ya to have my back and I know ya can fight, ain’t nobody doubting that. I just-” Here he trailed off as he shook his head, taking a moment to compose himself before speaking again, “I can’t lose you, not you, Y/N, anything happened to you…”

“You can’t protect me forever.” You told him softly, smiling as he scoffed at you with an eye roll.

“Yeah, watch me.” He told you, causing you to let out a soft laugh.

“Surely I’m safer with you then, I mean what if you’re gone and something happens here? I like it here, Daryl, but I don’t want to be here all the time. I’m meant to be out there, I’m meant to be with you.” You watched as Daryl closed his eyes and knew your words were having the desired impact.

“Hate it when you’re right.” He grumbled causing you to grin up at him and he opened his eyes before letting his forehead thump gently against yours.

“Does that mean I get to come next time?” You asked, watching as he rolled his eyes.

“Damn pain in my ass, you know that?” Daryl told you and you couldn’t help but laugh as you nodded, causing him to smile and lean over to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss that lasted only a moment or two, the two of you pulling away with matching smiles and eyes that held so much warmth.

“But you love me.” You stated watching as the man’s smile grew and he leaned down again for another quick kiss.

“Damn right I do.” He confirmed as he pulled away briefly before connecting your lips together again, deepening the kiss as he pulled you as close as possible.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were pulling away, foreheads resting against each other as you gasped for air, one of Daryl’s hands coming up to brush against your cheeks and you turned your face so that you could press a soft kiss to his palm.

“I love you too, Daryl.” You whispered against his hand, swearing that no matter how mad you were in a moment, you would always say those words to him. 

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Febuwhump Prompt - Caged

Prompt - ‘The secrets we hide will always come out in the end, we just have to hope that love is enough."

For months you had watched silently, listening to the excuses, the lies. You smiled and nodded, showing no signs of distrust, no signs that you knew every word was a lie. You still stayed close to him, let him hold you in his arms, cuddled him in front of the fireplace as you laughed along with him, with his friends and listened to them all lie.

Remus Lupin was lying and you were determined to figure out what he was hiding.

Your first thought had gone to another girl. Remus was suspicious, sneaking away multiple times a day looking stressed, agitated, before coming back relaxed and calmer. You thought he was seeing somebody else but that theory was pushed away quickly because even though he was lying to you, you knew deep down that wasn’t the type of person that Remus Lupin was.

It turns out other theories were harder to come by, when one’s boyfriend was being sneaky it usually was because of another person but now you had to try and piece together another reason for the lies.

You remembered the excuses he’d used, most of them generic like he was tired or he had homework. You note how some days he really did seem more tired than usual, a tiredness that couldn’t quite be fixed with sleep, a tiredness that you could feel in every movement. You watched as he winced, how when you cuddled into him sometimes he tried to hide grimaces and hisses of pain.

Try as you might, you couldn’t come up with any plausible theories that could lead to the lying and the sneaking around, the fresh scars and quiet suffering. You ran through more scenarios than you could count trying to find something that seemed likely but couldn’t figure anything out.

Today you’d had enough.

From the moment you’d entered the common room Remus had been short tempered, snapping at you over nothing and stalking out of the common room. You hardly heard from him for the rest of the day, just continued to watch him carefully, watched how his shoulders stayed tense, watched as he glared and snapped at anybody who dared speak to him, watched him be the complete opposite of his usual self.

Something was wrong and you were done watching silently from the background. You and Remus had been together for two years, friends for even longer, and yet he didn’t trust you with whatever secret he was hiding. You shook your head as you stirred your potion, eyes focused on Remus as you decided enough was enough.

That night at dinner you sat a few seats away on the opposite side of him, making yourself look busy as you played with the food on your plate, waiting for Remus’ next move. He stayed where he was though, picking at the food on his plate and glaring around the Great Hall.

His eyes locked on yours and the glare didn’t soften instead he glared at you before he turned away, leaving you feeling angry yourself, knowing you hadn’t done anything to warrant the cold, silent treatment. You knew it wasn’t just you he was being uncharacteristically angry towards but you didn’t care, it wasn’t continuing.

You watched as Remus stood up with the three other boys all making their way out of the Great Hall and gave it a few seconds before you stood too, following behind them but keeping your distance, wanting to see where they were going. Pretty quickly you realised that they were just heading back to the common room and rolled your eyes, knowing that it was when Remus went off alone you needed to be alert.

So you sat in a corner of the common room, watching the boys take the spaces in front of the fireplace, the other three laughing and joking as Remus scowled down at a book.

It was hours later and the common room was mostly empty. You glanced over the top of your book and saw the boys shooting you worried and slightly impatient glances as the sun began to set outside the windows. You didn’t say anything though, trying to make it seem like you were too absorbed in your book to notice any moves they made but none of them moved.

James and Sirius looked away from you and over at each other, seemingly having a silent conversation before Sirius made his way over to you, sitting on the arm of your chair and pulling the book from your hand.

“Good book?” He asked and you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “It’s getting late,” he said as casually as he could, giving you no time to answer as he gestured towards the stairs, “you should head to bed.”

“And since when are you so concerned with my sleeping hours?” You asked him, trying to sound bored and uninterested.

“Forgive me for wanting to make sure you get your beauty sleep.” He chuckled and you noted the way it seemed slightly forced as he looked out of the window before turning to you again and standing from the chair, holding a hand out for you with a grin.

You rolled your eyes at him but let yourself be pulled up from the chair, waving over at James and Peter on the sofas and resisted the urge to roll your eyes as Remus continued to glare down at the book. You let Sirius lead you towards the stairs, bidding you goodnight and not turning away until you’d rounded the corner.

“You should head out.” Sirius said, causing your eyebrows to knit together questioningly, keeping your back to the wall as you listened to them, “See you in the morning.”

You didn’t hear Remus reply but you did hear the portrait door open and close.

“You think she knows?” You heard James ask quietly as the boys made their way over to the stairs, turning towards the boy’s dormitory.

“She knows something’s wrong; we just have to help him make sure his secret stays a secret.” Sirius said and you frowned as their door shut, cutting off anything else.

You hurried back down the stairs and out of the portrait door, only a few seconds had passed since Remus left the common room and you smiled as you saw him round the corner, following after him but being sure to keep your distance.

It wasn’t long before Remus stopped at the front doors of the castle, Madam Pomfrey stood waiting for and gave him a soft, reassuring smile as she held the door open for him, gently patting his shoulder as he walked out.

You felt your confusion grow as you managed to squeeze your way through the closing door, easily avoiding being seen by the darkening sky as you continued to follow them. You watched in slight amazement as the Whomping Willow came to a sudden halt and watched as Remus and Madam Pomfrey disappeared through a secret entrance.

You had two options right now, continue following them and risk the tree becoming active again or turn around and go back to the common room. With a deep breath you darted across the grass, waiting for the moment branches started swinging again but somehow you managed to make your way through the secret entrance before you heard movement from outside.

A huff of relief left you and you followed the light you could see in the distance from Madam Pomfrey’s wand, completely and utterly confused as to why Remus had been brought to what looked like an old house, dust surrounding the different surfaces and planks of wood hung dangerously from the walls, looking like it would fall apart with only a soft breeze.

Despite your confusion you followed the two of them into one of the rooms, panicking as they both stopped and quickly hid yourself behind some boxes in the room, listening as Madam Pomfrey spoke.

“Now dear, I’ll be back first thing in the morning,” she told him and you felt your eyebrows knit together, the morning?

A few more words were traded between them before Madam Pomfrey left the room, the wards magically sealing as she left, locking you and Remus in the room together.

You peeked through the boxes and saw Remus begin to strip out of his uniform before he sat heavily on the bed, seemingly waiting for something.

What in Merlin’s name is going on? You thought to yourself but were pulled out of your head when Remus let out a cry of pain. You peeked through the boxes again and saw him hunched over, watching as his limbs seemed to stretch, bones poking out of his skin as he continued crying out.

The cries seemed to turn into growls and howls as you watched his back arch unnaturally before he pushed himself off the bed, landing on the dusty floor and as quickly as he had started it was over and you were left staring in horror at the creature on the floor.

I just caged myself in a room with a werewolf, you thought to yourself as fear ran through your body, you holding your breath, desperate not to make a single noise to attract the wolf’s attention to you.

Thankfully the wolf stayed hunched on the floor, the transition taking a lot of energy out of him but then he lifted his head sharply, looking around the room as he let out a few loud sniffs and you closed your eyes, hand resting on your mouth in an attempt to smother any noises.

You heard him walk around, paws echoing around the silent room as the sounds got closer and closer to you. You felt your breathing speed up, still desperately trying to silence yourself as tears slipped down cheeks and cursing yourself for not letting Remus keep his secrets.

You kept your eyes close but felt your heart stop as you felt breath against your face, fear coursed through your body as you prepared yourself for what was about to happen, preparing yourself for the absolute worse.

A violent flinch spread throughout your entire body when you felt the wolf nuzzle his snout against your cheek before a tongue came out to lick at it, wiping the tears away only for them to be replaced a second later.

When the wolf let out a whine you forced your eyes open, a terrified gasp leaving you as you saw the wolf right in front of you but he just whined again, butting his head against yours with more force.

“R-remus?” You managed to stutter out, voice barely above a whisper and you could feel your heart in your throat but the wolf just lowered his face, nuzzling into your neck but paused as you tensed up, waiting for his teeth to sink into the skin.

The wolf whined again before pulling back and lay down in a pile of long limbs, almost seeming grumpy. You stared down at him for a moment before you lifted your hand, watching how the wolf was instantly on alert, lifting his head up eagerly as he watched you lowered it, leaning up himself so that your hand rested on his snout.

“Remus?” You asked again, this time your voice was more steady, slightly louder as you looked down at him. You ran your hand across his snout, rubbing the soft skin and watched as the wolf lay his head back down, this time resting on your thigh.

You stared down at him, feeling too many emotions run through you as you watched the wolf close its eyes, watched as it dozed off against you. You didn’t know too much about werewolves, didn’t know much more than a bite from them was life ruining, but you did know that they weren’t supposed to behave like supernatural overgrown puppies.

Suddenly though everything seemed to make sense, the fresh and healed scars, the winces, the angry outbursts…everything just made sense.

Your boyfriend was a werewolf.

As the night went on you found yourself relaxing, the wolf apparently deciding the best way to spend the full moon trapped inside was to sleep against you. He had long since moved from his position on your thigh and nudged at you until you moved, taking his robe in your teeth to pull you across the room. You had watched as he nosed at the  dusty pillows until they fell on the floor and pushed you down so you were laying against them, from there he had curled up around you and fell back to sleep.

Despite the wolf’s uncharacteristic response to you, you didn’t plan on falling asleep in the same room as him but eventually you ended up doing just that, fingers slowly coming to a stop as they ran through the hair on his back and eyes falling shut.

The next thing you knew Remus was shaking you awake, pale faced and looking seconds away from throwing up. You didn’t even have a second to comprehend what was happening as he was launched into a scared rant.

“What in the world were you thinking?” He began, already moving away from you and pacing the length of the room, despite that though you couldn’t help but smile as he looked more refreshed than he had in days. “Do you have any idea of what could have happened last night? Any idea of how much danger you had been in? I could have killed you, Y/N, I could have bit you!”

You tried to speak but Remus wasn’t looking at you, he continued to walk up and down, shaking his head as he let his thoughts run wild.

“Was this a joke to you? Did you want me to hurt you? I couldn’t have lived with myself if I woke up this morning to find you dead on the floor because of me, to find you with a bite mark because of me.”

As Remus continued to stress over the what if’s you stood up and made your way over to him, stopping him in his tracks and wrapping your arms around his shoulder, letting your fingers play with the hair on the back of his head.

“You’re ok,” You murmured, pulling his head down and resting your foreheads together, “you’re ok, I’m ok. Nobody was bitten, nobody is dead. I know now it was dangerous but believe me I didn’t know.”

“What were you thinking?” He asked you, wide, guilty eyes filled with tears.

“I was worried about you,” You told him simply, “You were so angry at everybody, angry at me. You haven’t been sleeping, you’re in pain and the scars…I knew something was wrong and you weren’t going to tell me so I followed you.”

“I could have hurt you.” He murmured, lifting a hand to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb against your skin.

“But you didn’t.” You assured him and you watched him shut his eyes, a single tear making its way down his cheek.

“I’m so sorry,” He said, so quietly that despite how close you were you almost missed it, “I’ll leave you alone, I promise.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked him, eyebrows pulling together in confusion.

“Don’t make this harder, Y/N/N, we both know that you don’t want to be with a werewolf. I always knew this day would come, I had just hoped we had more time.” Remus whispered, eyes still closed and missing the way your face turned from confused to offended.

“You think I’d leave you over this?” You asked, the tone of your voice had him opening his eyes and seeing the look of disbelief on your face. “Remus, I love you, wolf and all.”

Remus stared at you in shock, looking down at you for a long moment before his face shifted into a look of his own disbelief.

“Wolf and all?” He asked you after opening and closing his mouth but having no words come out.

“Wolf and all.” You confirmed, smiling up at him.

Remus let out a wet laugh as more tears ran down his face and he crashed his lips against yours in an uncoordinated kiss, his finger sliding up and gripping your hair as you tightened your own grip around his neck, kissing back just as messily.

The two of you pulled away when you heard the sound of footsteps walking up to the door. You stared at Remus with wide eyes and he gestured for you to hide but then stopped you with a hand on yours, pulling you in for a softer gentler kiss, completely unbelieving that he had gotten so lucky as to have you in his life.

“I love you too.” He whispered, loving the way your eyes lit up at the words despite hearing them a thousand times before you turned to hide, fully intending to continue what he had started later.

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I'm not going to lie I can't actually believe I managed to complete this challenge. Usually I am so annoyingly inconsistent with uploading but this challenge really gave me a lot of ideas and I found myself eager to finish it. I'm so glad I did because some of my favourite fics of my mine are ones that I wrote in February.

Thank you so, so much @febuwhump, this event was absolutely amazing and it was just the thing I needed to start writing again!💜

Febuwhump Masterlist

Day One - Head Wound - Matt Murdock x Reader

Day Two - Failed Rescue Attempt - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Day Three - Blood Loss - Daryl Dixon x Reader

Day Four - Nightmares - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Day Five - I Dreamt You Were Alive - Tom!Peter Parker x Reader

Day Six - Hypothermia - Matt Murdock x Reader

Day Seven - Used as an Experiment - Frank Castle x Reader

Day Eight - No Anaesthesia - Daryl Dixon x Reader

Day Nine - Kidnapped - Matt Murdock x Reader

Day Ten - "How Long Has It Been?" - Daryl Dixon x Reader

Day Eleven - Black Eye - Frank Castle x Reader

Day Twelve - Spiked Drink - Andrew!Peter Parker x Reader

Day Thirteen - Won't Regain Consciousness - Daryl Dixon x Reader

Day Fourteen - Can't Go Home - Tom!Peter Parker x Reader

Day Fifteen - Hidden Scars - Daryl Dixon x Reader

Day Sixteen - "Does That Hurt?" - Daryl Dixon x Reader

Day Seventeen - Blindfolded - Daryl Dixon x Reader

Day Eighteen - Forced to Watch - Spencer Reid x Reader

Day Nineteen - Friendly Fire - Daryl Dixon x Reader

Day Twenty - Caged - Remus Lupin x Reader

Day Twenty One - "Help Them" - Frank Castle x Reader

Day Twenty Two- Restrained - Daryl Dixon x Reader

Day Twenty Three - "Don't Leave." - Andrew!Peter Parker x Reader

Day Twenty Four - Too Weak to Move - Frank Castle x Reader

Day Twenty Five - Muffled Screams - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Day Twenty Six - "Please Don't Do This." - Harry Potter x Reader

Day Twenty Seven - Shower Breakdown - Matt Murdock x Reader

Day Twenty Eight - Presumed Dead - Daryl Dixon x Reader

I LOVE THE RORY GILMORE FIC OMG

thank you!!!🥰

7 & 4 for Daryl for the 3000 follower prompt list🙊🙊🙊

thank you so much for requesting, I hope you like it!💜