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⠀⠀𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗣𝘛𝘝₁₉₉₉ ) :⠀ CHRIST, LOOK WHO'S WANDERED IN ! thank you for applying wispy. catherine zeta jones, havana rose liu and tom sturridge as the fbi captain, sawayama associate and moreno godfather is all yours. you have twenty four hours to send in an account and read over the checklist. get ready, new york is one hell of a city . . .

* \̲\̲ catherine zeta - jones, cis woman + she/her. ] ⠀★ , no way, haven’t you ever heard of jacqueline diana lovegrove? perhaps you know them best as agent medusa. spotted under new york's city lights, i’ve heard they’re a fbi captain that’s protected by the fbi, spilled blood for loyalty is thicker than water. the rumour goes that the fifty - four year old is known to be fractious and obdurate, yet decisive and mercurial. it’s wrath that’s their biggest vice, but hey, what do i fuckin’ know? their favourite song on the job is i put a spell on you by annie lennox and are never seen without a slick sheen of revlon rum raisin ; cheap + easy, stashed in the pocket of every blazer she's ever deigned to own, hard to believe in superstition in such a godless city. ask the right people and they’ll tell you that they remind them of: divinity, achieved with black coffee + crossword done in exquisite fountain pen ( like the answers were always yours, preternatural knowledge like birthright that you wear, favoured fineries always draped around slender shoulders ) ; woman / weapon / find the trigger on both, love it, cherish it, fear it: you have always been like this, god built on hair - pin latch. sounds of sleek stilettos on linoleum floors, expensive perfume + gas station gum rolled between pearled canines, the kind that glint in the light before they find softest part of your maw - bard himself said it, hell has no fury like a woman scorned ... so whatever you do, and may vengeance have mercy on you, do not fuck with them. ⸻ claire, twenty4, she/they, aest.

* \̲\̲ havana rose liu, demi woman + she/they. ] ⠀★ , no way, haven’t you ever heard of lily dawn seoh? perhaps you know them best as honey. spotted under new york's city lights, i’ve heard they’re a bottle girl + dancer at blue moon that’s protected by the sawayamas, spilled blood for loyalty is thicker than water. the rumour goes that the twenty - seven year old is known to be embittered and spiritless, yet shrewd and aureate. it’s pride that’s their biggest vice, but hey, what do i fuckin’ know? their favourite song on the job is gibson girl by ethel cain and are never seen without a rose - gold crucifix, unintentionally catching dimmed spotlight, hard to believe in superstition in such a godless city. ask the right people and they’ll tell you that they remind them of: sofia coppola's approximation of girlhood: frothed taffeta, strewn messily over an armchair that already groans with the weight of garments just like it / ashtray overfloweth next to unmade bed, saccharine gourmands too - sweet on wrinkled polyester. ( + when ethel cain sang, let him make a woman out of me ... oh, little prophetess, couldn't have imagined this ! the grief, tar - like, swallowing you whole / parting gifts are so much grander than the ones you ever received when you needed them most, isn't that the way ? ) vodka cranberry, pink + sour - sweet, + golden curls that tangle in straps / sweetheart, you can give it up now - they all know the ebullient laughter is false, veneered, prettiest little lie ( amongst so many others ). so whatever you do, and may vengeance have mercy on you, do not fuck with them. ⸻ claire, twenty4, she/they, aest.

* \̲\̲ tom sturridge, cis man + he/him. ] ⠀★ , no way, haven’t you ever heard of valentino gabriele moreno? perhaps you know them best as hamlet's sparrow. spotted under new york's city lights, i’ve heard they’re a godfather that’s protected by the morenos, spilled blood for loyalty is thicker than water. the rumour goes that the thirty - eight year old is known to be iniquitous and splenetic, yet jocose and ribald. it’s lust that’s their biggest vice, but hey, what do i fuckin’ know? their favourite song on the job is sympathy for the devil by the rolling stones and are never seen without designer sunglasses, propped atop jet - black mess that curls in city's humid heat, hard to believe in superstition in such a godless city. ask the right people and they’ll tell you that they remind them of: a tempest made manifest, first rumblings of devastating storm that builds across the sea: lightning always strikes, baby. ( sanguine, stained crimson, droplets on sleeves / what's life without a little risk, high fashion without a little blood ? better someone else's than your own, sunday service nosebleed stinging a little too fiercely these days. ) pledge allegiance, violence, over family bible + cross your heart, swear in your father's tongue, that nobody on gods' earth will live to fuck with your family. ( oh, sweetheart ... heavy is the head that wears the crown, especially when it's destined to snap your neck in two. ) tradition, always: lunches after church, no fuckin' weapons in the kitchen lest nonna find out, kiss your knuckles before you leave prettiest indigo in your wake so whatever you do, and may vengeance have mercy on you, do not fuck with them. ⸻ claire, twenty4, she/they, aest.

#crime rp #literate rp #new rp #semi appless rp #john wick rp #city rp #action rp #oc rp #original rp #accepted.#WHEN I TELL U IM RATTLING THE BARSSS

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violetsinviolence · 3 years

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fanfics masterpost

total: 52

AO3

key:

💦 = smut / 18+ || 🔥 = angst ||🌺 = fluff

(variations may apply, but these are the three categories that each story falls under)

series (3)

🔥🌺 you are my sunshine [jjba] 4 stories (hiatus)

💦🌺 this side of paradise [yttd] 4 stories (ongoing)

🌺🔥💦 life through rose-colored glasses [tpp - rose!verse 🌹] 7 stories (ongoing)

jojo’s bizarre adventure (16)

🌺 let’s get married ch 1 | ch 2

💦 verbatim

🔥🌺 this is enough

🔥🌺 À la claire fontaine

🌺 the addams family

🌺 everything stays

🔥 goodbye, my almost lover

🌺 you will always be my favorite form of loving

💦 be a valentino, just for you

🔥🌺 dedicated to the one i love ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4

🌺 when disco plays our tunes ch 1 (incomplete)

🌺 kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor

🌺 h20, what a feeling! ch 1 | ch 2 (incomplete)

🌺 how far must i go to prove that i love you?

🌺 hey baby, i think i wanna marry you

the magnus archives (7)

🔥🌺 we're starting over and I love you darling

🌺 what if when he sees me, i like him and he knows it? ch 1 | ch 2 (incomplete)

🔥🌺 i will see your body bare, and still i will live here ch 1 | ch 2 (incomplete)

🔥 you'll leave me lonely at best

🌺 nothing's perfect, i'm hoping i'll do

🔥🌺 he said come with me, i'll take you back

💦bitchboy bitchboy, lemme be your bitchboy! ch 1 (incomplete)

the penumbra podcast (15)

🌺 when he calls me pretty, i feel like somebody

💦 been a minute since i had something so sweet

🌺 it starts with love and it ends with you

🔥 all i do is grit my teeth

🔥🌺 imagine being loved by me ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5

🔥🌺 'til i'm with you then, i'm with you there ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 | ch 6 | ch 7 | ch 8 | ch 9 | ch 10 | ch 11

🌺 so start me up and watch me go 🌹

🌺🔥 and it feels better when i feel your breath ch 1 | ch 2 🌹

💦 love in my eyes, blinded by you 🌹

🔥🌺 i wish we were all rose-colored too 🌹

🔥🌺 and if i could take it all back I swear that i would pull you from the tide 🌹

🔥🌺 a wicked dream needs a wicked schemer 🌹

🔥 say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams ch 1 | ch 2

💦 sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips 🌹

💦 the definition of intimacy

your turn to die (6)

🌺 loser ch 1 | ch 2

💦 i wanna boi

🌺 i noticed your eyes are always glued to me ch 1 (incomplete)

🌺 i'll take a hit of whatever you got

🔥🌺 what’s in your head?

🌺🔥 alishin week (sept 26th - oct 2nd) 2021 ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 | ch 6 | ch 7

promare (2)

🌺 What are we?

🔥🌺 Coming Out

the adventure zone (2)

🔥🌺 the water's sweet but blood is thicker

🔥 desolation comes upon the sky

the walten files (1)

🌺 life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans

infinity train (1)

🌺 i can feel your heart beatin’ with mine

welcome to nightvale (1)

🔥 and autumn comes when you’re not yet done

genshin impact (1)

🌺 fragile like i’ve never seen

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my-random-ocs · 4 years

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Teen Wolf OC Masterlist

Name: Adina Morris Theron

Story: Legacy

Faceclaim: Brec Bassinger

Species: Hunter

Love Interest: Liam Dunbar

Summary:

Name: Ainsley Dunbar

Story: Wild Side

Faceclaim: Kiernan Shipka

Species: Chimera

Summary:

Name: Alexandra ‘Alex’ Ivanov

Story: Flower Hearted Girl

Faceclaim: Nina Dobrev

Species: REDACTED

Love Interest: Scott McCall

Summary:

Name: Amaya Reyes

Story: The Year of Your Wolf

Faceclaim: Ciara Bravo

Species: Human

Love Interest: Liam Dunbar

Summary:

Name: Arden Myers

Story: Walk Through the Fire

Faceclaim: Abigail Cowen

Species: Greek demigoddess

Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

Name: Avery Krasikeva

Story: You Will Be Found

Faceclaim: Marie Avgeropoulos

Species: Human

Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

Name: Sofía-Belén Belén Arellano

Story: Love and War

Faceclaim: Emeraude Toubia

Species: Norse demigoddess

Summary:

Name: Briana 'Brie' Geyer

Story: Alight

Faceclaim: Jessica Parker Kennedy

Species: Witch

Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

Name: Cassandra 'Cass' Turner

Story: Come Alive

Faceclaim: Madelaine Petsch

Species: Roman demigoddess

Summary:

Name: Chandler Quinn

Story: Rise From the Ashes

Faceclaim: Sophie Turner

Species: Phoenix

Love Interest: Scott McCall

Summary: Chandler Quinn always thought she was normal. But when she and her father move to Beacon Hills, California to be closer to family, she learns she is anything but. After learning her cousin is a banshee, and seeing her new friends get pseudo-sacrificed, Chandler’s ordinary life is about to get extraordinary.

Name: Claire Grosvenor

Story: A Family Matter

Faceclaim: Lauren Graham

Species: Hunter

Love Interest: Noah Stilinski

Summary:

Name: Elizabeth ‘Eliza’ Arquette

Story: (Romeo and) Juliet

Faceclaim: Dove Cameron

Species: Hunter turned werewolf

Love Interest: Allison Argent, eventual Malia Tate

Summary: The Arquettes are a family of hunters just as old as the Argents. Jacques Arquette attempted to go after the Beast of Gévauden, but Marie-Jeanne Valet got there first, and the Arquettes have been angry about it ever since. Eliza and her parents have followed the same code as the Argents: hunt those who hunt us. Eliza never thought she would change her beliefs. She grew up with the knowledge she would continue her parents’ legacy. Until she turns into the one thing her parents hate the most. And now she spends her days terrified of the alpha that bit her and of her parents finding out. Most of all, Eliza is petrified of what she is, and what it might mean for her.

Name: Dana Flores

Story: Thorns

Faceclaim: Sofia Carson

Species: Dryad

Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

Name: Emma Lahey

Story: Sorcery

Faceclaim: Britt Robertson

Species: Witch

Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

Name: Gabriela ‘Gabby’ Carvalho

Story: Thrown to the Wolves

Faceclaim: Allegra Acosta

Species: Born werewolf

Love Interest: Liam Dunbar

Summary: All Gabby remembers is bullets flying through the air, shattered glass digging into her skin, and the bodies of her family fallen to the floor. When she wakes up, she finds herself in the vet office of Alan Deaton, learning about the Dead Pool from true alpha Scott McCall and his pack. According to a sheet of paper, Gabby is worth three million dollars. From there, she is brought in to fight the hunters and professional killers and people who have never picked up a gun who want to kill people like her for money. Well, Gabby’s freshman year was going to be boring- there’s nothing like becoming an orphan and fighting bad guys to spice it up, right?

Name: Ghaziyah ‘Zia’ Banerjee

Story: Rise Up

Faceclaim: Naomi Scott

Species: Greek demigoddess

Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Zia Banerjee grew up with the Greek myths. Her father told them to her like they were bedtime stories, like the Little Mermaid. She always thought that stuff- werewolves, goddesses, that sort of thing- wasn’t real. But after looking for a dead body in the woods (thanks, Stiles!), Zia learns just how real they are.

Name: Helena 'Lena' Altman

Story: Come Alive

Faceclaim: Lilli Reinhart

Species: Greek demigoddess

Summary:

Name: Isadora ‘Izzy’ Hayes

Story: Supernova

Faceclaim: Danielle Campbell

Species: Witch

Love Interest: Erica Reyes, eventual Lydia Martin

Summary: Izzy Hayes has exactly two friends: Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. When they go out looking for a dead body, and Scott turns into a werewolf, Izzy thinks that that is the most abnormal Beacon Hills will ever get. Then she learns something about her family- and herself- that she never could have imagined. Through this, Izzy knows that nothing will ever be the same. And she’s okay with that.

Name: Jameson ‘Jamie’ Stilinski

Story: (We Will Call This Place) Our Home

Faceclaim: Chloe Grace Moretz

Species: Fury

Love Interest: Scott McCall

Summary:

Name: Josephine ‘Josie’ Hale

Story: A Million Choices

Faceclaim: Maia Mitchell

Species: Born werewolf

Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski

Summary: When Josie was ten, she lost everything: her parents, her siblings, her home. With her whole pack gone, she was taken in by her human grandmother, and spent the next years of her life trying to put herself back together again. She went to school, made friends, even joined a few clubs. Six years later, Josie was packing her school things when she felt something she hasn’t felt in years: the presence of her pack.

Name: Kaleb Lupo

Story: A Million Choices

Faceclaim: David Lambert

Species: Human

Love Interest: Lydia Martin

Summary:

Name: Kazumi ‘Kaz’ Takahashi

Story: Blood is Thicker than Water

Faceclaim: Lyrica Okano

Species: Witch

Summary: Kaz Takahashi has lived her whole life doing things for other people. Her dysfunctional father, mostly. She thought that her whole life would be spent caring for people. She would never be free of her responsibilities. Until her best friend Stiles dragged her and Scott to find a dead body. Well, half a dead body, anyway.

Name: Kiara ‘Kie’ Matheson

Story: Something Wild

Faceclaim: Ashleigh Murray

Species: Human turned werewolf

Summary:

Name: Paulina Kit Stilinski

Story: Seven Years

Faceclaim: Eliza Taylor

Species: REDACTED

Love Interest: Scott McCall

Summary:

Name: Laurel Jacobs

Story: Paper Shields

Faceclaim: Vanessa Morgan

Species: Born werewolf

Love Interest: Scott McCall

Summary:

Name: Lilith ‘Lily’ Hale

Story: Girls and Monsters

Faceclaim: Kaylee Bryant

Species: REDACTED

Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski

Summary: When she was ten-years-old, Lily Hale saw her house go up in flames, taking most of her family with it. She woke up at the hospital with smoke inhalation, burns on most of her body, and nightmares to last a lifetime. With both her parents dead and no next of kin to speak of, Lily was put into the custody of her godmother, Melissa McCall, and became Lilith McCall. For six years, Lily worked to create a normal life- well, normal enough. But what happens when her best friend decides to look for a dead body in the middle of the night? Lily’s normal comes crumbling down, and she is forced to face a life she was so afraid of remembering.

Name: Logan Garcia

Story: What A Family Is

Faceclaim: Isabella Gomez

Species: Human

Love Interest: Liam Dunbar

Summary: The McCall family was broken. Mom and son were in Beacon Hills, dad was who knows where, and the surprise daughter was in Los Angeles. Only, she’s not in Los Angeles anymore. Logan Garcia shows up on Melissa’s doorstep one day, and honestly, Scott isn’t surprised that his dad had another kid. So now Logan is starting freshman year at Beacon Hills High School. She thought it would be like any other freshman year- she would be invisible to the upperclassman, she would get good grades, and maybe she’d even go out for lacrosse. Then a bunch of crows attack her class, and suddenly her brother is a werewolf. Well, her life was already interesting. Why not make it dangerous, too?

Name: Lunetta ‘Luna’ Alessi

Story: New Moon

Faceclaim: Olivia Holt

Species: Greek demigoddess

Summary: When Luna and her father move back to Beacon Hills to live with her grandmother, she reunites with her childhood best friend Stiles, and meets his friend Scott. Of course, after ten years of living in Los Angeles, Beacon Hills is nothing like Luna remembers. When a flock of crows attacks her English class, Stiles tells her about the supernatural world. Needless to say, she’s shocked. Then the dead bodies start showing up, and now Luna is dealing with alpha werewolves, a human sacrificing maniac, and junior year all at once. Now, if she could just figure out why she glows, she would be golden.

Name: Lux Matthews

Story: Supernova

Faceclaim: Virginia Gardner

Species: Faerie

Love Interest: Isaac Lahey, eventual Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Lux Matthews was a normal girl. She was best friends with Lydia Martin, she got good grades, and she went to the lacrosse games. Then she walks in on her new friend’s boyfriend… hulking out in the locker room and suddenly Lux is thrown into something she had no idea how to survive. Lux doesn’t know much, but she does know that Beacon Hills was not the town she thought it was.

Name: Maeve Stilinski

Story: Taking Over

Faceclaim: Natalia Dyer

Species: Banshee

Summary:

Name: Maricela ‘Mari’ Guerrero

Story: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

Faceclaim: Ariela Barer

Species: Dreamwalker

Summary:

Name: Mikaela Hale

Story: (Never) Grow Up

Faceclaim: Candice King

Species: Born werewolf

Summary:

Name: Morgan Stilinski

Story: (We Will Call This Place) Our Home

Faceclaim: Jennifer Morrison

Species: Human

Love Interest: Chris Argent

Summary:

Name: Nantosuelta ‘Ella’ Delgado

Story: Battle Scars

Faceclaim: Sarah Jeffery

Species: Druid

Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Ella was happy with her life. She lived with her parents in Connecticut, she had friends, did well in school, and had almost completed her training into the druid community. Then it all fell apart. After losing her parents to what the local police ruled a ‘bear attack’, Ella is moving across the country to live with her aunt and cousin in California. And it turns out her cousin is a werewolf, and her uncle and her aunt know. If she thought her life was complicated before, she didn’t want to know what junior year was going to look like. But she figures if the Delgado-McCall cousins can get through this, they can get through anything.

Name: Natasha 'Tasha' Hale

Story: Wolf Wild Heart

Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin

Species: Born werewolf

Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

Name: Nicolette ‘Nico’ Grosvenor

Story: A Family Matter

Faceclaim: Zoey Deutch

Species: Hunter-REDACTED hybrid

Love Interest: Isaac Lahey

Summary:

Name: Marguerite Nina Argent

Story: Hurricane Child

Faceclaim: Katherine McNamara

Species: Hunter-REDACTED hybrid

Love Interest: Isaac Lahey

Summary:

Name: Persephone ‘Seph’ Adler

Story: A Million Choices

Faceclaim: India Eisley

Species: Chimera

Love Interest: Liam Dunbar

Summary:

Name: Phoebe Eastman

Story: Full of Life

Faceclaim: Kaya Scodelario

Species: Born werewolf

Love Interest: Scott McCall

Summary: When a group of hunters raided her house when she was eight, killing most of her family, Phoebe became the alpha and the last surviving member of the Eastman pack. She was taken in by her human aunt in Beacon Hills, and tried to live a normal life. Until her surrogate brother breaks into her house and says he needs her help fighting the new alpha. She meets Scott, the new beta who really has no idea what he’s doing and Stiles, Scott’s human best friend who is trying his best to help, but most of his sources are from myth websites. That’s when Phoebe gives up on ever having a normal life.

Name: Piper Marinos

Story: Wild, Water, Home

Faceclaim: Auli’i Cravalho

Species: Siren

Summary:

Name: Rachel Harlowe

Story: Constellations

Faceclaim: Kat Graham

Species: Witch

Love Interest: Lydia Martin

Summary:

Name: Rebecca ‘Bex’ Argent-Gaumond

Story: Something New

Faceclaim: Kathryn Newton

Species: Hunter-protector hybrid

Love Interest: Liam Dunbar

Summary: When Sara Argent married James Gaumond, she was disowned by her family. The Gaumonds protected the supernatural, instead of hunted it, like the Argents. Despite the estrangement of her family, Sara lived happily with James, and they had their own family. However, this is not Sara’s story.

Bex Gaumond always described her parents as Romeo and Juliet; a love story that no one planned. She thought that the happily ever after her parents got, however, would set them apart from the star crossed lovers. Then her dad dies, and she, her mom, and her sister moved across the country to live in Beacon Hills. Two years later, her sister’s friend gets bitten by a werewolf, and Bex would love to help out- if only her whole family would stop being so protective.

Name: Riley Williams

Story: (I Won’t Go) Speechless

Faceclaim: Meg Donnelly

Species: Amazon

Love Interest: Liam Dunbar

Summary: If anyone asked her, Riley would say her favorite superhero is Wonder Woman. She’s been Riley’s hero ever since she was introduced to the comics. She would dream of being like Wonder Woman, saving the world. Riley just never thought she would be Wonder Woman. Or, more specifically, like Wonder Woman. Yep, turns out Riley is an Amazon. She didn’t believe it at first, but when a group of juniors tell her that her name is on a hit-list for supernatural creatures, it sort of got hard to ignore.

Name: Sabrina Argent-Gaumond

Story: Something New

Faceclaim: Vanessa Marano

Species: Hunter-protector hybrid

Love Interest: Isaac Lahey

Sabrina Argent always admired her parents. She thought they were the bravest people she’d ever met. After her father’s death, she, her mother, and her sister moved to Beacon Hills, and met the family that didn’t want them. Sabrina vowed to continue her mother’s wishes and stay out of the supernatural. But when her best friend gets bitten by a werewolf, she realizes she doesn’t have to live her parents’ story, only her own.

Name: Sara McCall

Story: Sky Comes Falling Down

Faceclaim: Melonie Diaz

Species: Human

Love Interest: Derek Hale

Summary: Sara McCall knew one thing: protect her little brother. It was easy growing up. She loved him more than anything. She helped him with his homework, practiced lacrosse with him, and stayed with him when their father came home less than sober. Their relationship didn’t change when she went away to college. Then a few days before Sara is supposed to head back to school, Scott starts acting weird, her old classmate suddenly reappears after six years of silence, and Stiles is googling the supernatural on Wikipedia. She is determined to figure out what is going on. Sara McCall knows one thing: protect her little brother.

Name: Sierra Johansson

Story: Roots

Faceclaim: Liana Liberato

Species: REDACTED

Love Interest: Scott McCall

Summary:

Name: Sybil ‘Sib’ Gajos

Story: We May Break (But We Won’t Stay Broken)

Faceclaim: Hailee Steinfeld

Species: REDACTED

Summary: Sybil Gajos is a survivor. She’s survived being picked on in elementary school, she’s survived her mother’s abandonment, and she’s survived the car accident that left her baby sister dead. When Sib learns that her cousin is involved in things that are... let’s say not what she expected, she is determined to survive them, too.

Name: Theresa ‘Tess’ Lowell

Story: Anchors

Faceclaim: Danielle Rose Russell

Species: Born werewolf

Love Interest: Scott McCall

Summary: Tess knew that werewolf packs adopting orphaned werewolf children wasn’t uncommon, she just never thought it would happen to her. But there she was, seven-years-old, hiding in the woods, and scared out of her mind. Peter Hale found her hiding in a cave, brought her home, and Tess was adopted by Talia Hale. She had a normal life, and it was almost happy, until a fire set by hunters killed most of her new family. She and one of her sisters ran, and landed in South America. Six years later, Tess and Cora hear about one of the great Hales, building a pack. They travel back to Beacon Hills, and end up getting kidnapped by a pack of alpha werewolves. This is bad enough. It was made even worse when Tess finds that one of the alphas was the wolf who killed her family.

Name: Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Delgado

Story: To Be Alive

Faceclaim: Natalie Alyn Lind

Species: REDACTED

Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

Name: Vivian Byrne

Story: Blackbird Fly

Faceclaim: Jenny Boyd

Species: Banshee

Love Interest: Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Vivian Byrne didn’t have a lot in life. After the accident, her brother moved them both to Beacon Hills, to be closer to Griffin and Vivian’s godfather, Noah Stilinksi. Despite what had happened, Vivian is happy. She is reunited with her best friend Stiles, she is going to a school where no one knows her- or her family-, and she even discovers werewolves are real. Oh, yeah, Vivian’s eight-year-old self is definitely fangirling about that. But knowing the truth about the weirder side of the world isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. And now Vivian is experiencing things like werewolves, hunters, and almost dying every time she leaves the house. But hey, that’s just Beacon Hills.

Name: Ximena Calavera

Story: Wolves and Fire

Faceclaim: Camila Mendes

Species: Hunter turned werewolf

Love Interest: Scott McCall

Summary: When Ximena was a little girl, her favorite place to be was at her abuelita’s club. Not on the dance floor- Araya never would have allowed the elementary schooler to dance with the clubbers- but in her office, where the real fun took place. Ximena grew up hearing stories from Araya. Not fairytales; no, Ximena thought fairytales to be a silly thing compared to the stories of her family’s history. The young girl was in awe of her family, and vowed to one day follow their code and hunt werewolves just like them. Until one day she went out on a mission with her father and grandmother and was bitten by a werewolf. Thirteen, alone, and scared, Ximena refused to stay in the Calavera’s so called ‘custody’. So she ran, all the way to Beacon Hills. Three years later, Derek Hale comes knocking on her door. There’s an alpha pack in town, and one of the members? The alpha who bit Ximena.

Name: Zoey Stilinski

Story: (I Don’t Mind Your) Shadows

Faceclaim: Willa Holland

Species: REDACTED

Love Interest: Derek Hale

Summary: Stiles knew that he had the coolest big sister in the world. She was basically an archery pro, a mythology nut, she never minded helping him and Scott train for lacrosse- even if they weren’t very good-, and she would do anything for her brothers. And Stiles knew that most siblings lose touch when the older one goes to college, but Zoey made it a point to make it like she had never left Beacon Hills. So, when Scott gets bitten by a werewolf, Stiles knows just who to call.

#teen wolf ocs #teen wolf #teen wolf oc masterlist

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lady-o-ren · 6 years

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The Witch and The Red Man

Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Dawn had come and gone but two souls would never have known so, as it's gentle ray's had withered to dusk by the vast treetops where all beneath the boughs was still a shroud of secrets. As the wearied two trudged deeper into the wilderness a looming fog began to drift along the bramble. Plumes of purple and pink petals (deceptive in color and covered in thorns) dotted the ground like stars piercing the white to guide a tentative step away from small pools of water that were scattered about, reflecting only what ones imagination could invision in it's boggy depths.

A creature barely human, vacant eyes turned up to the neverending infinity of a starless sky with a blueberry mouth parted for one last gasp of air, one more plea for a kiss never to be bestowed, lost to the watery darkness. Perhaps there was nothing more but the floating specks of dragonfly wings and fallen leaves, to the sunken remains of songbirds from a dive taken far too deep. Or was it a long fingered snatch of a claw hiding in the ripples of elsewhere down, down, below.

Now and then a slender hand would brush up against a bush of berries to be shared, ripe and sweet, only to be ignored in stomach churning regret. One would insist despite the protest, the other would finally yield in red smeared hunger. But then an ankle would roll from a slip of verdant moss - a hand clasped for balance ripping at an already ruined sleeve, a hard press to a chest with a grunt of a language harsh and cackles more akin to hyenas, spewed from jaws eager for a fall of meat. A pause in their trek however would do.

Claire held her chin to her chest with a glare at the winding fog as if it would disperse. But more so to lessen the dizziness pulsing in a swirl behind her eyes and striking waves across her mind everytime Jamie would stir with emotion befitting of his savage title. But she had the fortitude to withstand the pain of what had killed her master, and the strength of spirit to quell the ravenous evil battling her over a man's soul.

Jamie for his part felt the unnerving sensation of fear, having never experienced it's crippling hold for so long without it triggering his deadly trance where he woke to a horror of his own doing. And he knew why that was. The woman leaning on his arm was growing more cumbersome, more laboured of breath that melded with the ghostly wisps around them. Jamie was torn between letting her plummet to a split of skin or to say to hell with it all and throw her over his shoulder. Better then pulling him into chilly ponds.

With frustration flaring and a sharp spike in adrenaline rising from the blurs of four legged movement ahead, Jamie felt her touch, warm under his skin, pushing further within. A grasp to steady. A balm to soothe.

Jamie's lungs expanded with a breath of cool morning dew that reddened his nose and chapped his lips as he wrapped an arm around Claire's waist, drawing her closer, upright. They shared a shiver from a passing gale, then a budding heat nestled between. She mumbled a thank you, gripping his belt under the cloak for support and he replied with a loosening of his, a warning that his opinion of her was still lower than that of a midge.

Claire sighed without argue, at least he hadn't rolled his shoulder to dislodge her cheek, allowing her (unknowingly so to him), to rest her sight however brief.

Jamie steered them from a soggy drop to an incline of ground that strained his legs, his mortal fatigue catching up with him spurred forward only by the watchful stalks of the pack that glinted through the frosty air.

"Seeing as that white mammoth was familiar wi' ye," Jamie cocked his chin to the far distance where the elder wolf had scampered off from the pack. "Do ye ken where we're being led?"

"That mammoth I'm almost sure is Fenrir the maneater, and it's not he that I'm familiar with but possibly the one inhabiting it's form." Claire could feel a quiver pass over Jamie and she glanced curiously his way.

"You've lived in these forests, surely you must've seen the like here and there. Even in Scotia, I thought it the land of faerie and water horses."

Jamie huffed, bowing his head from a low hanging branch. "All my time in these forest I've seen spirits who mind themselves as long as I return the gesture but never have I seen creatures as olden as they. As for my homeland, we have wonders to fear and praise but monstrosities like that." Jamie shook his head. "We've done away with." And for once he agreed with mans judgement of the different.

It was then Claire dug her fingers into the leather strap of his waist as she felt a shifting of elements in the air, saw slashes of charms cut into the bark of a rowan tree marked in old blood. Hopefully invisible to Jamie's senses. But she was not.

"What is it? I can feel yer pulse jittering in my chest."

He could? But that was a question for another time.

"I don't know where we're being led but it's by who I think it is you must control yourself when -" Claire's voice trailed off as Jamie froze in his step, catching sight of the markings that began to shimmer like the moon on black waters, and grabbing her by her shoulders to face him.

"What is it that awaits us if not another one of they?" Jamie growled, as his back of scarred symbols began to sting as if freshly carved.

No answer was given as a young wolf (yet still big as an elk) came snarling and snapping at them, saliva dripping from it's jaws gummed bright red. Jamie shoved Claire quickly behind him, readying for the crushing blow of flesh and bones, while she curled her fingers around the hilt of blade knowing it was a useless defense. Another one of the wolfs sisters leaped out from the mist to tackle the other, either to prevent a gruesome carnage or to be the first to relish in a feast upon their fatty marrow. The latter it seemed as more wolves joined the fray, disappearing into the fog with only the sounds of their rabid rampage cutting through the air like a thundering storm.

Claire and Jamie pulled at each other in escape, to be lost in the thicket of clouds not caring if their acrid scent of fear would make them easy to track, preferring to be hunted then find their fate in the mouth of the victor.

They ran with the last bolts of stamina they had, not bothering to mind the trails of flowers when the ground beneath them vanished with only a shout and high screech left in their wake. It was a steep bruising tumble to the red horned fungi protruding from the soil, meant to constrict the lungs that blackened the tissue with it's noxious spores and swell the heart to cease it's beating.

Unless you have the ability to purge death from your organs…albeit slowly.

Claire managed a good deal better, having fallen to the wet leaves, and maneuvered herself to Jamie, touching his chest and back lightly with her hands, drawing the poison from his vein's more quickly then he could, sending him into a coughing fit that he spewed to the dirt. She smoothed his damp copper locks away from his brow, wiped the blood the shade of ashes from his mouth and nose thanks to the shrooms that could only wrinkle her nose at their odor.

"You're lucky you have a skull harder then iron and blood thicker then oil, you know." A hint of a smile had barely shone through when his eyes freed of their daze changed to a stare of ice.

"You aren't going to bite me again are you?" Jamie's lips almost twitched in humor before jerking away from her caress with palms to his cheeks, rubbing the kindness that once was there away that then slid straight to his eyes groaning at what he saw off in the distance. Underneath the grove of trees, saplings of protective oak and blackthorn had bundled together to form a twisted dwelling where the wood began to ripple in a slither, scrapping against one another to weave into spiraled knots and blooming leaves.

What lied inside had awoken.

A wicked hag of black leathered skin was what Jamie's mind had conjured. Who would be adorned with a crown of his and Claire's gnawed bones dripping with the last drops of their blood that hadn't been licked clean by her viper tongue.

He gave Claire a vehement shake of head.

"No!"

"Yes." Though her answer was less then confident with her face mirroring his and their link a mutual trickle of dread. Even so.."This is where you trust me. No matter how you feel towards me, what calamity you wish to fall on my soul, calm yourself in her presence until I know if she means us harm. Trust me to protect you, Jamie. It's what I vowed to you."

Jamie could see the strain of keeping him whole line her features, swaying her frame. Fitting for what she had done to him yet still the nagging tug of a man he thought long gone urged him to relinquish himself to her care. He hung his head with a slump of shoulders.

"Mhac a 'chas!"

The door opened before they arrived on the threshold, a molten light flashing on their faces invitingly warm with the shade of a figure not at all like the triple eyed, leathered being Jamie was expecting. She was a woman with hair the blood of Scotia itself, flying loose past her breast white as the mist that had enveloped them, barely covered by her silky gown that parted low in such a way Jamie had only ever seen down the back alleys in Par-sii. But what caught his attention most that had him tight throat with an involuntary call of mind to Claire, were her eyes. Large to intimidate, to hypnotize. So like a luminous jewel that held the forest within them, cut sharply down the center. A cat-eyed creature she was.

"Hello, Geillis." Claire called cautiously as she carefully positioned herself in front of Jamie.

"Mo calman geal." She breathed with so lovely a smile, her face aglow, that continued still even after…"Ye look of shit."

Before Claire could answer Geillis made a move towards Jamie who was fighting mightily with himself as his back flared hot again in warning, flinching away from her outreach of hand in a glare she found wholly amusing.

"And this skittery thing." She crooned. "Ye want to tear yer teeth to my gullet don't ye lad?" Geillis' eyes dilated to obsidian as she saw beyond to the scar at his chest that sang of enchantment. "I can see why ye don't."

She grinned devilishly wide to Claire. "He's a blood drenched stag this one. Tell me, lass do ye sleep with a knife in yer hand with him? Or is it with his -"

No more was remembered as Jamie, the poor lad who had been hunted for eight days with little rest and nourishment, who had been blood shackled to a witch and then ran from the threat of beasts, finally succumbed to exhaustion.

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Claire laid a blanket atop Jamie's sleeping form by the hearth, dragged there by the two woman, and feeling the burden of her own doing lighten, she almost felt compelled to join him on the floors. But an impatient squawk at her back had Claire back on her feet with a lean against the walls of saplings, where her fingers traced the sprouts snaking between the crevices, rustling and twirling for her touch and smelling of home.

"Yer making my hemlock blush, lass." Geillis purred as she gave a gentle stroke to the fine feathers of her raven Boromir, who sat with her at the blackwood table, scorched at the edges and grooved in frantic claw marks in others. Be they human or animal Claire did not question as she swiped away the hanging vines that tickled along her face, sitting across from Geillis with a cup of tea, thickly made with seeds stuck to the rim, pushed her way.

"Ye look as if I had poisoned yer brew." She said with an added mumble lost in a sip, coating her lip to a shiny plum, "Does nothing to ye anyhow."

"Considering how we ended things on a bad note..." That was putting it mildly. Theirs was a friendship formed under starlight that shattered when a question of alluring paths elsewhere arose, places away from the only home she knew. Claire remembered quite vividly the starlings that ravaged her garden and that had stalked her walks down streets with stabbing plucks of her curls for weeks long after their parting. "And if my memory serves me well you called me a great many horrid insults with the only word among them I understood being, Sassenach."

Geillis licked her lips, leaning her chin to her palm. "Sassenach ye are and still an t-amadan. If you had followed me like I had asked then ye wouldna be in this mess now would ye?"

Claire sighed at the impending argument building from her old friend, pressing her fingertips between her tired eyes with her wrist bare, the single slash still visible. Geillis eyes stared wide in startlement.

"Claire, what have ye done to yerself?" Geillis' voice was of hushed tenderness Claire had only heard her use with her most precious of animal kin and the once when she had asked her to leave Raymond.

"It's not that, only the blood bond," she explained, tugging at her cuff.

"After our quarrel, I never would have thought ye had it in ye to use the dark forces for yer bidding."

"My bidding?" Claire uttered barely above a whisper, offended at the word. "I went weeks with little rest terrified I'd find the butcher Randall in my dreams, his hands upon me until his touch seeped past my skin, squeezing my flesh bringing it to his lips and mine. That I would wake with him standing over me, his breath on my cheeks waiting for me to scream. I was alone and I - I just wanted to feel safe."

Claire looked over to Jamie, still furrowed brow even in sleep. "I did not slit my wrist to gain a servant and in the end if all I manage to do is damn my soul to saves his then it won't be such a waste."

Geillis swallowed the last of her prickling spite, reaching over the table, covering Claire's shaking hand, spread along the table, with hers.

"Randall," she began softly "has been terrorizing the folk of our circles searching for ye, tis how I heard of yer Raymond's fate. I sent my Boromir to scope the land for ye, had to make a deal with Fenrir and his daughters to bring ye here." Though considering the state of the two Geillis didn't think their deal still stood.

"Do you know Randall's whereabouts then?" Claire asked hopefully.

"He crawls around from every gutter to alley and by the time I hear of his presence he's gone like a puff of smoke." Claire finding no comfort in the press of Geillis' hand, pulled away from her to the cup of seeds and froth, contemplating the reveal of her fortune at the bottom.

"You could stay here ye ken." Geillis gently urged. "Randall is no friend to any beast that lives in these forests, he willna find ye here."

"You can't promise that he won't. If you found me how far away is he from doing just the same?"

Geillis tilted her head to the hearth where Jamie was curled by, her features growing hard. "So ye would rather trust yer life to a man who reeks of blood and yers soon enough if yer no' strong enough to master him?"

"Despite what lies within him Jamie will not harm me, he hasn't the soul to do so." Claire affirmed even as her hand, slightly swollen, still stung from his bite."Our time together will be brief, only to the coast and then no more will we ever see each other again. My power will hold until then."

Geillis' tea changed to a tepid rosey pink, much to her disgust, scooting the cup to the edge of the table with a clink at its rim that Boromir delightfully answered with a dip of his beak.

"On yer head then." Geillis muttered then under her breath, that left a small grin to Claire's lips, added, "Why do I let my heart grow weak for such a fool?" She stood to cross the room where her cloak was draped over a chair at the hearth.

"My room to the back is yers to wash and sleep. Or ye can eat whatever is stewing away in the my black as soot cauldron if ye dare to." She joked…or possibly not.

"Thank you, Geillie." Claire spoke rising as well with a question of where she was going.

"Another deal with the spirits, this time much more pleasant I reckon." She winked. "And you." With a kick at Jamie's leg that had him scrambling to a sitting position. "Wash the stink from yerself outside before I boil it out of ye. Boromir will provide ye clothes won't ye, my sweet lad?" A loud squawk was her ravens reply and Jamie didn't bother to ask how a bird could fetch him cloth.

Geillis left with a swish of her now cloaked form, to follow crystal streams to a secluded brook most wonderfully familiar, leaving Jamie and Claire alone in the house that creaked with the wind.

Claire bent to her knees in front of him, keeping a comfortable distance between. "How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough." Was Jamie's curt reply as he stretched his shoulders to a pop, stiff from the hard stone he was left to sprawl on. Without casting his sight her way Jamie's asked, "Do ye trust her enough to stay or do we go?" He hated that he had to ask and so did Claire.

"We're safe here for now, but I leave the decision to you.”

Jamie raised his gaze what he considered a feeble gesture she offered and found earnesty in the sheen of eyes of the woman dipped in the gentle burn of firelight. "Tired as I am it's no' like I can refuse. I'll take ye for yer word, Sassenach."

With a last quip that gave Claire a light chuckle despite the insult, Jamie felt his back meet the wall puffed with soft blades of green, his eyes drooping to a close, feeling the beat of her heart a calming rhythm to his own.

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*Fenrir is from norse mythology

*Boromirs name is from Lord of the Rings

#Outlander #outlander fanfiction #outlander fanfic #jamie x claire #now I can watch ep 2 of outlander #I fell like im going to get really annoyed watching it though

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