#Blades of Wolfsbane

[joncronshawauthor]

Blade of Wolfsbane audiobook is now free on YouTube!

Welcome to the immersive world of Blade of Wolfsbane, a high fantasy novella prequel to Jon Cronshaw’s Ravenglass Legends. This captivating tale, now available as a free full audiobook, is an unforgettable journey into a vibrant universe filled with courageous heroes and electrifying sword fights. In the heart of the story, we meet Ragnar—a chieftain’s son yearning for his father’s respect.…

[that-theaven]

My fan roster for Legion of Monsters (L to R):

Blade (Marvel's Horror movie Icon)

Venom (represents cosmic horror)

Man-Thing (one of 2 OG members)

Moon Knight (represents slasher films)

Morbius ( 2nd OG team scientist)

Deathlok (represents zombie & sci-fi dystopia horror)

Brother Voodoo (I challenged myself to no witches on the team for magic users)

Wolfsbane (I was thinking about putting Nightcrawler or Tigra but had them on different teams, so she was the compromise & made Werewolf by night redundant)

Damian Hellstorm (represents demonic horror)

Marrina (from Alpha Flight represents aquatic horror)

She-Thing (Because Thing was Marvel's OG Monster hero, team powerhouse)

Sleepwalker (represents surreal nightmare horror)

[teencopandthesourwolf]

WOLF BOY

when ao3 goes down, we write tumblr fic... now on ao3 HERE lol

i used the 15/11/24 @sterekdrabbles challenge for this. the prompt words were GREEN, REACH and SCATTER. i'm also tagging @sterekdrabblesgonelong as it's around 1K words and therefore definitely a drabble gone long lol.

it's a spark!stiles slash derek whump sort of affair, just so you know what you're reading xp

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The dagger is almost within his reach—so very nearly grabbable.

Other than being eight years old in a hospital room with the smell of rotting flowers clinging to the back of his throat, Stiles doesn't think he's ever wanted anything more than this.

Again, Derek hacks out, “Just run, Stiles!”

Again, Stiles answers no—only this time, it's not with his voice but a yellow-green vine of pure light that extends from his fingertips as he pleads with each beat of his heart for the universe to help him, the tendrils stretching, stretching, then victoriously winding themselves around the handle of the blade. 

“Oh, shit,” he mutters, now with his actual voice, and then the vine of his will is pulling the knife flush into his grip. 

He looks up at the hunter, their face a billboard of surprise, before a shriek rips itself from her belly at the very same time Derek roars from where he's tethered and bound, the wolfsbane-laced chains melting further into his flesh as he tries in vain to once again break free.

Then the evil bastard is flinging herself at Stiles—and straight into the dagger aimed at her solar plexus that his light sends sailing across the cave, plunging it deep into her breast.

It might not be bullseye, but it does the trick.

As she drops to the dusty ground like a discarded ragdoll, the other two hunters' heads snap like whiplash to where Stiles is sprawled, a look of pure terror marring their faces.

The cowardly fuckers drop their weapons and scatter, leaving Stiles and Derek alone—other than the dead woman at their feet—in the large cave they'd dragged Derek into a few hours ago.

Derek's wrung out, and beaten down, but alive. 

At once, Stiles scrambles to his feet to get over to where the ʼwolf is chained up, almost falling back down again when his probably sprained ankle gives way beneath him. 

“Stop fucking hurting yourself,” Derek hisses, and for once in Stiles's insane life he wishes he could gnash his teeth and roar in response, and it have an effect that would be anything other than ridiculous. 

“Oh my god,” he protests instead. “I've just saved your offensively pretty ass with my new spark's apparently awesome Gio-Ju-ju, a-hole, so how ʼbout we be a little less sourwolf and a lot more gratefulwolf to ol’Stilesy boy here, hmm?” he sasses, finding the key to the padlock that's bolted to Derek's chains on the flat rock where his flashlight got dropped when confiscated by one of the hunters. 

Stiles feels petulant, and justified in that petulance as he discards the now unlocked padlock. Then he feels a little wrong-footed when Derek quietly mumbles, “Thank you,” because the guy sounds both in a considerable amount of pain and genuinely grateful to Stiles.

Stiles sighs and kneels down to start prizing the chains away from Derek's red-raw, still-smoking skin, the ʼwolf's forever-stoic face giving away nothing of the hurt he's obviously suffering at the cruel hands of the aconite still desperately trying to seep its way into his body.

“You don't have to do that for me, you know,” Stiles says carefully, hinting at Derek's display of endurance.

Derek's eyes flicker from mid-space to Stiles's face, and Stiles suddenly notices that their heads are actually dizzyingly close.

He swallows, and the sound of it echoes around the cave as if mocking him. 

The second he peels away the last link in the chain attached to Derek's skin, and before Derek can push him away, Stiles brings a hand to Derek's throat to feel for his pulse. 

When determined fingers find it, Derek's face does a thing that Stiles hasn't seen it do before; it's this combination of incredulous and vulnerable, and is so unprecedented, and so beautiful, that Stiles sort of wants to cry about it. 

“You can hear mine,” he superfluously reminds Derek, before saying what he really wants to. “It's not fair I don't get to know—that you're alive, I mean. Like, I know I can see it but… The tactile reassurance? That's, uh, you know, kind of nice, too.” 

Man, he spends way too much time with werewolves. 

Then, when he licks at his dry lips and Derek's pulse quickens under his fingertips, Stiles is so much more than simply placated.

Taking a steadying breath, he feels a million trillion miles away from anything even remotely resembling steady.

He studies Derek's face some more for confirmation of his suspicion, and finds something akin to bashful swimming amid the swirls of those gorgeous seafoam eyes.

Derek likes him back?

Stiles sinks his teeth into his bottom lip; Derek's pulse starts to race. 

Amazingly, it seems Stiles isn't alone in the want he feels deep in his gut, and as it grows and spreads to his extremities, his fingers and toes now tingling with it, he reckons he's maybe beaten-up and bleeding out and half-braindead enough to have the balls to actually do something about it. 

It must be biological, he thinks as he licks at his lips again, that his body somehow knows exactly what to do to hopefully get Derek to do exactly what Stiles wants him to—lick Stiles' lips for him, that is—without him making an actual fully-formed decision on the matter.

Although as soon as he's thinking that, the decision to kiss Derek is unequivocally made—even if it's going to get him shoved into the dirt for trying. 

He's about to lean in when one of Derek's already beginning-to-heal hands stops him by bracing his shoulder. 

“I can smell your pain, Stiles,” he says. “Let me help.”

Stiles tries not to smile as he lies through his teeth. “Hurts here, the most,” he murmurs, touching two fingers from the hand not at Derek's pulse to his bruised, bloody lips. He then curls the other hand further around the werewolf's neck, to hold on.

Derek starts to pant, and Stiles has to hold in a whine.

The werewolf sounds absolutely wrecked when he asks, “Do you have any idea what you're doing to me by wrapping your hand around my throat?”

Stiles's smile then brakes free and is wry as his wit as he answers, “I've been working hard to find out how to woo you for months now, big guy. What do you think?”

And when Derek lunges to crush Stiles's mouth with his own, teasing Stiles' lips apart with his hot, hot tongue and nipping at them with blunted canines, Stiles reckons he knows what it must feel like to howl. 

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on ao3 HERE if you'd like to drop me a comment xp

[werecreature-addicted]

Angsty priest werewolf thought

He was adopted by a strict catholic family. He never knew his biological family and felt lost because of it. He kept his wolf side secret for so long and thought himself a sinner for being how he was born.

He always saw himself as “wrong”.

He keeps a silver crucifix around his neck and hold it when he prays. Believing the silver the burns into his hands when also burn away the “demon” in him. He put wolfsbane in his coffee or tea. Thinking it will poison and drown the beast.

He himself is a very big man. Tall and beefy. Shave himself almost everyday though. If you were to look into his trash you would find wax with hair, used razor blades and nail clippings. Keeps his hair short and slick back.

But when he meets that sweet keeps that comes to the church. He punishes himself even further.

Tying a silver rope around his neck when he prayed in private. Thinking she was sent to him as a test. To see if he can keep his wolf locked away.

After their night of passion and lust. he leaves her before the sun rises.

In his office on his knees. The silver rope around his neck and the silver crucifix in his hands. Praying and begging for forgiveness.

His little mate walks in on him in horror. Watching him punish himself for no reason. Of course she rips off all the silver and yells at him for hurting himself. Holding him close to her and begging to stop doing this. That he’s not evil or wrong.

And he sees now that she’s not a test from god that he failed.

She’s a gift.

wahhhhh

Imagine walking in on the priest you just banged (and who is apparently a werewolf) on his knees holding a silver cross to his chest and searing his skin with it. For a second you don't realize what he's saying his choked sounds of pain just sound like sobs. Then you realize he's praying- not even that. He's begging God for forgiveness for failing his test, for unleashing his wickedness on you and tainting you.

You can't listen to this and interrupt him, pulling the cross from his hands to stop him from hurting himself. He didn't do anything wrong, didn't do anything you didn't want him to do, he didn't deserve punishment.

He doesn't believe you, if anything it makes him feel worse for taking advantage for someone so naive- but your hands feel good on his skin and it's hard to think about anything else. You press kisses to his cheeks and whisper sweet nothings to soothe him and it's easy to forget a cold god in the warm embrace of his mate.

[fionajames]

Lemme request something Void! related. Preferably Sterek. No x reader please. Even just Sterek friendship!

Devoid of All Emotion

A/N: OML TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST!!! I AM SO GRATEFUL, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Now to explain, I would ship Sterek but the thing is, yk, the age gap, so unless it's an au or a few years into the future when it's more natural, I view Stiles and Derek as platonic soulmates. I really hope you enjoy and PLEASE, TEEN WOLF PEOPLE, SEND REQUESTS.

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

Three seconds breath in, three seconds hold, three seconds breath out. 

Three in, three hold, three out.

In, hold, out.

Three, three, three.

The rhythmic breathing was beginning to ache in his chest as the man exhaled steadily, attempting to steel himself as he stared at the orange hues of sunset. Inside the apartment, beyond the door, he could hear the Sheriff’s attempt at resurfacing whatever remained of his son.

In, hold, out.

Derek glanced to his side, where Allison was gnawing on the ends of her fingernails, glancing to her dad every few moments. He could smell the anxiety rolling off of her, grief twisting with it as she sighed loudly. Emotional pain drifted in the air, stronger and heavier than anything else.

“You’re not my son,” the words floated into Derek’s ears as the tiny flickering spark of hope in his stomach was quenched with the snapping sound of metal being broken. Stiles was gone. He blinked languidly, his own grief growing inside of him. 

Argent was the calmest one present, as predicted, and waves of chilling cool rolled off of him. It was relieving to Derek’s overwhelmed senses, and he focused on that instead of Allison’s frantic panic as they entered the loft.

He followed Argent with monotonous steps, watching out of the corner of his eye as Allison sucked in a breath, positioning herself diagonally from Stiles. 

No, a voice in his head rasped, and Derek scanned the boy’s face hopelessly. That’s not Stiles.

Abruptly the weight of the situation came crashing down on him. That wasn’t Stiles in front of him, that was the Nogitsune, controlling the boy he once knew. Stiles was smart and mischievous, witty and quick-thinking, but he had this bubbly energy that had originally annoyed Derek to all ends. 

But now, he would give anything for a cheerful humorous quip to come from Stiles’ lips, instead, the Nogitsune watched contently, as though everything he’d planned was slotting into place. It was using Stiles’ body like a puppet, and Derek could practically picture the red strings tied to the boy’s every limb, controlling his every move.

Allison attempted to tase the Nogitsune, but it raised its fists effortlessly and caught the electricity. Sure, Derek hadn’t thought the taser would affect the monster, but he hadn’t expected it to catch it. He pushed down the fear rising in his stomach, trying desperately to picture something other than Stiles in front of him.

And then the Nogitsune yanked the electricity, and Allison’s eyes grew wide with horror as the taser was ripped from her grip with careless ease, thrown to the side of the room. 

Rage washed over Derek as he stared at the monster in front of him, controlling Stiles’ body and taunting him without even realising. It was as though someone had taken a blade dripping with wolfsbane and plunged it through his heart, twisting constantly. 

He’d been too afraid to admit it, even to himself, but Derek was aware his anchor had changed. The moment he’d met Stiles’ teary eyed gaze in this very same place, nearly two months before, he’d known. It had taken him a mere matter of seconds to believe the words that came from Stiles’ mouth, and with that Scott’s. He’d nearly killed Jen– the Darach right then and there.

Stiles was a cheerful boy, even if he had darkness inside of him that he rarely talked about. Derek was aware of how soulmates worked, whether they were platonic or romantic, it took a werewolf - or were creature of some sort - to feel the bond. He hadn’t recognised it at first, but Stiles was in fact his other half, and even though there were no romantic connections tying them together, Derek loathed the idea of hurting him.

But this wasn’t Stiles, this was the Nogitsune.

Derek snarled and lunged forward, aiming to grab the back of the boy’s head, only for the Nogitsune to grab him by the arm and twist. A cry of pain escaped his lips as he heard and felt his arm break as his shirt was grabbed and his head was slammed into the table. In one swift motion he was thrown into the pillar, and he groaned when pain erupted from his ribs as his back hit the plaster and he fell to the floor.

Not Stiles, he told himself. Nogitsune.

A click ran through the room, and Derek lifted his head to stare at Argent through the haze of pain glazing over his eyes. The sound of safety being switched off on a gun. Said gun was pointed directly at Stiles’ head. It didn’t matter if it was the Nogitsune, because that was Stiles’ body it was controlling, and a bullet to the head would kill him.

“Argent, listen to me,” the Sheriff began, reaching out a hand as though to calm a frightened animal. “Don’t do this.” Derek rose to his feet, because even though he was sure he’d broken a few ribs and it hurt like hell - even though it would heal - he wasn’t going to just watch Argent shoot his anchor. 

Not just his anchor, his other half.

“Why not?” Argent mused calmly, but Derek could smell the tinge of guilt amongst the collected calm. “I’ve done it before; werewolves, berserkers, I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list.” The Sheriff responded immediately, raising his gun and clicking off the safety smoothly, pointing it at Argent’s head.

Derek saw Stiles’ mouth form an ‘o’, eyes widening and brows shooting up, as though he wasn’t surprised, just amused. It made him feel sick. 

Argent glanced at the Sheriff. “You’re not gonna shoot my son,” the man told him firmly, and the stench of fear spilling off of him was acidic to Derek’s senses.

“You said it yourself, Sheriff,” Argent told him, turning back to look at the Nogitsune. “That’s not your son.” The Nogitsune tilted Stiles’ head mockingly, taunting Argent silently, teasing him. Derek wanted to scream.

“Put it down,” the Sheriff firmly ordered, yet Argent didn’t flinch. “Put it down.”

“Dad, he’s gonna shoot me,” the Nogitsune whispered, fear seeping through its words. But the fear was fake, an attempt to guilt trip the Sheriff into listening. Derek reminded himself yet again; this was the Nogitsune, not Stiles. Not his Stiles. “He’s gonna kill me, Dad.”

“Put the gun down,” the Sheriff repeated, glancing at the body of his son again. 

“Don’t listen,” Argent told him.

“Put it down!” The Sheriff’s voice grew louder and stronger. “Now! Do it! Put it down!”

The Nogitsune turned Stiles’ head, staring Argent in the eyes. And yet, as it spoke, something inside of Derek tinged, and he knew that the words were Stiles’, not the spirit’s. “Pull the trigger, come on.” The Nogitsune was playing it off as a taunt, but Derek could feel the heavy presence of Stiles in the words, begging Argent to kill him so the spirit would leave.

Horror was swimming in Derek’s stomach, getting harder and harder to push down. He wanted to grab Stiles and drag him away, but this wasn’t Stiles. Yet, it had Stiles’ body, and if any harm came to the boy’s body, it wasn’t just affecting the Nogitsune. It was doing well, and he knew that, it was pulling on everyone’s heartstrings and taunting them into doing exactly what it wanted.

Derek hated it.

“Listen to me, you put the gun down now!” The Sheriff shouted, and Derek watched the horror melt Argent’s features, as though he realised exactly what was happening.

“Dad!” Allison pleaded, and Derek wanted to join her in begging them to stop, but he couldn’t drag his eyes from Stiles’ face. Devoid of all emotion, completely void. 

“Shoot me!” Stiles screamed, and yet again, it was Stiles. The Nogitsune couldn’t completely control the boy, but it was manipulating his body language and tone, but the words themselves were all Stiles. Derek despised it. This was Stiles, his anchor, his other half, begging for Argent to put a bullet through his head to save his friends, to save everyone. Stiles begging for his own death. It filled Derek with a new kind of emotion, one he couldn’t quite decipher, but it was strong.

“Put the gun down!”

“Shoot me!”

“Argent, you put it down!”

“Strife,” came Allison’s whisper, and Derek’s gaze broke from Stiles’ face, realisation hitting him. The colours of sunset were fading to darkness, and his heart ached. The Onii were on their way, on their way to kill the Nogitsune, and in the process, Stiles. His Stiles.

“Put it down! Put it down!”

“Stop!” Allison screeched. “Stop it! This is what he wants! This is exactly what he wants!”

“Not exactly,” the Nogitsune intervened, and a rush of sharp coldness like an icy river shot through Derek’s soul, engulfing him in frigid iciness. “I was kinda hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your guns out, because you aren’t here to kill me. You’re here to protect me.”

The Nogitsune turned and stepped backwards, between the Sheriff and Argent as four dark figures materialised out of nowhere. The Onii slashed the swords ominously, and Derek hated to admit that the Nogitsune was right. He wasn’t going to let the shadowy figures even brush against Stiles. Never.

And then the two men opened fire on the shadows, and Derek slipped round to meet Allison on the other side, encircling Stiles. 

The fight was a blur, literally, because the Onii seemed to be pure shadow. At some point, one of their swords sliced Derek’s shoulder, and he cried out in pain. They eventually dissipated, and when he turned around, Stiles was gone, nowhere to be seen. The others left shortly after.

A sigh escaped his lips as he splashed his face with water as the ache in his chest grew, licking up inside his throat and burning. His other half was out there somewhere, trapped inside his own body with no control as the Nogitsune continued to puppet him.

The idea sent more rage rocketing through Derek’s body and he leaned his forehead against the wall. Nothing was ever simple in Beacon Hills, and now they had to somehow yank a spirit from a human boy’s body. 

But they would, Derek knew that. Because he wasn’t going to give up until Stiles was back and the Nogitsune was gone. Whatever it took.

A/N: tysm for reading!!! i hope you enjoyed!!!! please send requests, im actually begging you.

(taglist: @skellymom, @techs-goggles9902, dm me if you wish to be added or removed)

[mysticstarlightduck]

Unusual Associations Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @willtheweaver (here)!

Let's go with Emrin from The Crystal of Ash!

Seasoning: Cinammon

Weather: A cloudy day about to bring rain

Color: Forest Green

Sky: Deep grey swirled with white, the calmness of the moments before a cold rainstorm

Magic power: Nature Magic/Wild Magic, Tamed Dragon

Plant: Wolfsbane/Aconitum

Weapon: Elven Longbow and Arrow, Enchanted Blades, Skyserpent Fire

Social media: There's no social media in her setting, but if there were, I think she would probably like Tumblr and Pinterest

Candy: Wildberry cheesecake

Fear: Being a worthless monster (since she considers her human blood and impurity, because it means she'll never fully be a Levaethian Elf, and because humans represent a source of danger and sorrow to those she truly considers her people), failing to make her mentor/adoptive brother proud, being weak

Method of long distance travel: Flying on her dragon's Skyserpent's back

Art style: Sketching

Stationary: Parchment and fresh ink

Celestial body: Rogue Planet

Tagging (gently): @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab, @winterandwords, @eccaiia,

@the-letterbox-archives, @illarian-rambling@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart,

@ray-writes-n-shit @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess,

@forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix@i-can-even-burn-salad

@cauliflowermaterial @thepeculiarbird,

@clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes,

@starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

[teecupangel]

Today in... teecup gets distracted and stopped writing for today.

Sooooo... page 21 of Altaïr's Codex had this as part of the 'poison blade' upgrade

And me being me...

I sorta felt this sense of familiarity with the leftmost flower.

It might be wolfsbane.

And I know what you're going to say.

"teecup, it can be foxglove too."

Which is a valid alternative.

But I honestly like to think it's wolfsbane due to the leaves but also because I am bias lol

The middle right flower might be Poinsettia though...

[foxclcves]

𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 (𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 02)

Oh glorious one—oh offspring of gold and of the sun, oh eldest of my daughters and her sisters. With her fists full of daisies and thorns and her blouses of lace and chiffon. Beloved one with long, elegant hands and a smile inspired by the sharpest of blades. The one who sleeps but never dreams and who would never dare ignore me or cower from my touch, but who does not know I exist. A child who covets her mother and envies those who can see her often, let alone at all. 

How she walks on her toes across warm wooden floorboards and captures the light that glares from windows and prisms, kaleidoscopes throughout the corridor. How the steam from the tea kettle intertwines with her flowing hair which curls and falls below the waist. Daughter of the haughty and arrogant, one of vice and virtue and malice and mercy. 

Though I adore you, I could never consider tearing you from this world of concrete and ice when you crack its very foundations and bring on early springs. Your vivid countenance, while admirable and agreeable to all, would cause my realm to shudder and melt, as reds and blues and tones of citrus would bleed into all that I have cleansed and kept proper and prepared. 

Unlike your sisters, you are not malleable and complacent. Although you worship me—if you were to discover my true intentions, you would fight me until your very last breath. You will breathe only sunflowers and snapdragons, and nothing of foxglove and wolfsbane.

In the end, you will stand in the soot and the charred remains of my design and you will be a brilliant phoenix, filled with cold fury and remorse and distilled horror over what I have done. And I will not ask for forgiveness, for forgiveness is for the pious and self righteous. I am not disillusioned by my significance for I know I am the greatest form of significance you will ever know. The night one such as you will start to dream will be the beginning of the end of your oblivion.

[legacyshenanigans]

Can we see a scenario where Marvolo has to save Rowan from something, and he really shows just how much Rowan means to him? 🥺🥰

These motherfuckers were prepared, Rowan sat, tied up, bound in silver chains which were making his skin feel like it was burning, they'd also forced a bunch of wolfsbane down his throat, weakening him greatly.

He sat there but tried to remain his stoic self, heavy breathing with a frown on his face.

Poacher: Ha! Look at it!

Rowan: *weak growl*

Poacher: Disgusting abomination..I got plans for you..

Rowan: Get...Fucked...

Poacher: *smug chuckle as he stands in front of Rowan* Nobodies going to save a freak like you..

Rowans frown deepened, maybe he was right, he'd gone out hunting, nobody knew where he was right now or what had happend, how he'd managed to get himself caught. The poacher laughed as he looked down at Rowan.

But the atmosphere suddenly changed, a sudden gust of an unusual wind blew towards them, like a long blade shooting through the air, it was quick. Rowan flinched, confused wondering what the hell just happend, he looked up at the poacher who for a moment was still stood looking at him, but his face showed shock, a small choking noise fell from him mouth as blood pooled out of it, along with blood seemingly starting to pour and drip from his neck..Before his head slid clean off and his body dropped to the ground. Rowans eyes widened before he looked up, seeing Marvolo step out of the shadows playing with his wand.

Marvolo: Been a while since I used Diffindo..Heh..I forget how good that spell is at times.

Rowan: *relieved sigh* Volo...

Marvolo made quick work of and getting the chains off of Rowan, helping him to stand, Rowan let out a pained grunt.

Marvolo: We need to get you out of here..

Rowan wrapped an arm around Marvolos shoulder, as Marvolo helped him walk with his own arm wrapped around him, the two entered the trees together, getting away from the poacher camp before the rest returned.

Rowan: How did ya know I was 'ere? How did ya find me?

Marvolo: You didn't come back from your hunt..So I went out looking, saw what I knew were poacher traps and what not, saw the aftermath of a scuffle, knew it was you..So I tracked you down.

Rowan: Sometimes I can be gone for a while though.. Days.. What made ya come out and look for me?

Marvolo: I felt like something was wrong, a horrid fucking feeling came over me, and I knew you were in trouble..

Rowan: *weak smile* Heh...Ya do care..

Marvolo: *small chuckle* How many times do I have to TELL you that? Yes, I do. Like HELL was going to let them fucking take you. I can only apologise I didn't get to you sooner, my friend.

Rowan: Appreciate it, Mate.

Marvolo: I'll see that they fucking pay for this Rowan, the rest of them..Their time is short. Mark my words.

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[streamdotpng]

Enid's first few days inside the JPD

It doesn't go so well so keep that in mind while reading:

Enid really would love to put her days behind those bars in the past, but as they say; The past always finds you, always. 

It's no shock that it finds her during the nights she finally accepts sleep. It's been a few days since she had to settle into the much cleaner cell of JPD and her body couldn't keep up. She really wishes to not close her eyes because everytime she even tries to nap-

Her wrist aches and her hands spasms inside the mittens at the memory. 

Can't sleep can't sleep can'tsleep unsafeunsafe

What happens is a reminder and it whips into her with no mercy. Enid's mind can be so cruel and it descends like starved hyenas on dying prey the moment she slips into darkness. 

Her skin burns, it scalds like it's something unholy and she screams herself awake before she realises what's happening. 

Home, they cry, outraged. Where is home? 

It answers, resigned. Different cell, same outcome. 

They'll kill us either way. 

Bright spots flash onto her eyes: a flashlight, stinging blades and the deep red of her own blood rears into her head. A clang against metal leaves Enid scrambling back and the hazy silhouettes has her baring stained teeth. 

Hunters. 

Her nails slam onto the blankets with the want to pierce - no no no they took my claws - as she tries to tumble as far as she can from the light. It's not enough and Enid is suffocating. She can't move and the realisation is a whip over her back as she bangs her head into the nearest wall. 

Muzzle. 

She has a muzzle on. 

Her fingers paw helplessly at the metal digging onto the side of her face. Her head is so heavy and she slumps onto her knees as she does her best to dig her nails through cloth. She needs it off, needs everything to stop touching her, needs them away-

It's the hand on her shoulder that makes Enid pounce.

"Ma'am please," a voice begs and it pierces through the veil of buzz swallowing her. Enid snarls and she feels the wet staining her hands. "We need you to calm down, else we do something we'll regret!" 

Yes!

Something slides further into her palm and it's so familiar that she didn't need to know that it was blood. She’s slumped over a body and the lights are on. The smell in the room is sweet and so strong that the haze in her mind pauses.

Wolfsbane, it hisses.

Wait, she doesn’t remember wolfsbane in that room. Something struggles along her hands and on instinct, her grip tightened without thought. Just where is she?

Then a sharp rush of joy washes over her like a rollercoaster. Kill him, they cackle. Kill him!

“Wha-” her voice tapers from a growl and she coughs, stumbling back with harsh stuttering gasps. “What.” No! Not kill, killing is wrong.

They were going to kill home, it coos, grasping at her strings and tugging along. Get rid of them before they get rid of her.

“Ma’am?” It was an officer. She attacked an officer.

An apology was going to spill out of her lips, then she felt her own harsh breath and thought; y'know what, they deserve it. 

“Dont- don’t touch me,” she growls, eyes wide as she surveys the room. There’s four officers, two in the room and two outside.

They’re holding guns, she notes and she sees the way their finger’s press against a trigger. A cold chill in her mind digs with satisfaction and it leaves her with a pained realisation.

They could have killed me. 

They are going to kill me.

The apology that drags out of her throat is fake, bitter and plastic. There is no regret, only survival. “Im sorry,” she sniffles, forcing her lips to fall and it's enough for her to see the two outside relax. She plays it up and yet, the tears that slip out are true. Remnants of earlier. “I don’t know what happened.”

A hesitant brush against her shoulder has her flinching. Her head whips toward the other officer, a woman who looked like she didn’t know whether she should be there or not. 

“I'm sorry,” the officer said, voice so quiet and gentle that it awakened a wave of tears to spill. It was kind, kinder than Enid expected. It's enough to make her shoulders fall just a bit, but a part of her seeks for someone else. “I can’t remove the muzzle,” she strains and it's so apologetic that Enid would’ve fell for it, “But try to breathe as much as you can.”

It's in the repeating gasp for air, does she think. She has to breathe with every touch against her back. She has to ignore a part of her that screams at the intrusion and she thinks as her gloves get replaced, keeps thinking as she gets taken from the cold hard cell and into something a lot more padded.

I miss Wednesday, strikes her mind.

It's a fact, a longing stuck deep into her chest.

In the darkness and the words of “go sleep,” ringing in her head, Enid sits in her bed and simply thinks and misses.

Escape?

She shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut. Going insane, she’s going insane. Hearing things in a cell.

She sounds like a man out of a crime show. A part of her wonders if Wednesday would've loved to watch her documentary. Its such a dumb thought that it has her let out a wet laugh.

I miss Wednesday.

Enid doesn’t sleep for another day.

[joncronshawauthor]

Blades of Wolfsbane: Read the Full Serial on Substack for Free

Hello from Sunny Morecambe! I recently launched a Substack newsletter devoted to sharing the stories and worlds I’ve created, and my first serialized story is now available! It’s called Blades of Wolfsbane, and it’s set in my Ravenglass fantasy universe. Blades of Wolfsbane follows Ragnar, the son of a chieftain who is eager to prove himself but struggles to carve out his own path. In secret,…

[lunaaofthemoon]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 [𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐸𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡]

[Part One][Part Two][Part Three][Part Four][Part Five][Part Six][Part Seven]

CW: abuse, blood, violence and other dark themes are spoken about so please do not read if you are not comfortable. If you have read this far and want to know how this works out, it'll be in the tags.

"Please..." Mikyoung's voice breaks, tears streaming down her cheeks, "stop..."

The witches had drugged her when they had injected her with wolfsbane before the fight broke out downstairs. They had knew that she would be able to lead them to the pups while the rest of their coven were preoccupied with the losing battle. It didn't matter to them how many lives were lost tonight - as long as they were able to deal a blow to the future generation of wolves.

The only problem for them is the fact that Mikyoung refuses to give them up.

"We can keep this up, wolf. It's no skin off our nose but you? How long do you think your body can handle the pain?" He grips her chin and forces her head to look up at him and chuckles when she spits at him. "Tell us where they are and we will let you go."

She know he's lying, knows that if she gives them what they want then she no longer has any use to them. "I am not going to tell you where they are." She defiantly turns her head even though he forces her back towards him.

Mikyoung feels the burning sensation in her veins, every movement feeling like hot needles are piercing her skin and her body reeks of the poison. She's sweating, the wolfsbane causes her body to develop a fever as it tries to fight off the effects. She's bleeding, the silver knives the witches use sears her skin as they interrogate her. She's holding out, hoping someone noticed her absence and is trying to find her.

The two witches are enjoying themselves, feeling powerful against a small female omega who couldn't fight back against them. Her body weakened by the poison and their magic keeping her from shifting; they think they are stronger than her, than a wolf, simply because they managed to catch her. They are too preoccupied that neither notices the wolf who has made his way into the room, slowly stalking towards them. Chan's lips curl as he lets out a growl, hearing Mikyoung's pained whine as the blade slices through her arm. The Alpha doesn't let them revel in their victory before he attacks both men with a vengeance they had never seen before. Chan throws his entire body into one of the men, knocking him out; this causes the magical ties that are keeping Mikyoung from moving to release, her body slumping to the floor.

Her eyes fall closed, breathing shallow and all she can hear is the tearing of flesh, the screams for mercy as Chan rips her captors apart until her body gives in from the pain. She doesn't get to hear them beg for their lives, their pathetic apologies as the large wolf stands over them before going in for the kill. She only hears her blood rushing in her ears.

Chan drops the last man, the body a torn apart heap on the floor before turning to Mikyoung and making his way over to her. She's unconscious not dead, he can tell that much, but he doesn't know whether he should move her right now. Chan knows that a bed or even the couch would be better for her but he doesn't want to move her without permission and he certainly doesn't want her to see the mess downstairs.

So, he waits. Chan's large body rests next to her, his head laying on his paws as he watches the door. Protecting, waiting, alert.

The car has barely reached a full stop when the wolves are basically jumping out and rushing to the house. Jongin notices some of the other wolves had arrived just before they had, many unaware of what was going on and arrived too late. He can't imagine what they are thinking as they view the horrors inside the house.

Chris sees the carnage inside before Luna manages to make it to the door and pulls her into his chest, keeping her from seeing a sight that he knows she's familiar with. "Don't look," he says, hand resting on the back of her head and keeping her still when she tried to move away. "You don't want to see it."

With the mutters that are coming from around them, she can easily guess what he's talking about and nods her head. "Can you take me find some ingredients so I can make some healing potions for everyone."

Chris walks with her, allowing her to hide away in the witch's quarters while he goes and helps with the clean up. "I'll come grab you soon." She nods, focusing on her task rather than thinking about what he's going to do.

Jongin, on the other hand, pushes his way through the others, "Channie?" He calls, searching, looking at the deceased and dreading finding him amongst them.

No, he'd know. Of course he would. He'd feel it.

"Puppy?!" His voice grows frantic, the smell of blood is all around and his head turns every which way until his eyes land on his boyfriend sitting on the floor, a young boy clinging to him.

Channie's head pops up, looking over at him, a little distant at first but registering that Jongin is near is all it takes for it all to sink in. His lip quivers before the rest of his face scrunches up and Channie begins to cry. "Nini..." Jongin rushes to him, dropping to his knees as soon as he reaches him. The jolt that comes from the fall is ignored as his hands run all over his love, checking for injuries, checking to see how badly he's hurt, checking to find where the source of the blood is coming from until it clicks.

It's not his.

"Thank fuck, you're okay..." He holds Channie tightly, pulling him and the boy close until he can almost put his arms right around them. The boy seems to be an add-on to his boyfriend right now since the pup refuses to let the older go and Channie seems to feel the same way so Jongin holds them both.

Everyone seems to be finding each other, bodies being moved outside and piled up while those who are suffering a loss are being given the space to grieve. It isn't what any of them thought that they were going to deal with but as Chris looks over the damage, he feels responsible for separating the packs like this. It was his decision to split up, to check everything out just in case... if only he had known...

Hongjoong, however, hasn't settled. His jaw is clenched tightly as he searches downstairs for his sister, heart pounding as every room comes up empty or with another dead witch. "U-upstairs..." He turns to look over at Channie, the wolf's head barely popping up for air from the hold that he's in. "She was- there were pups... I don't..." Jongin hushes him while Hongjoong rushes up those stairs without hearing anything more, taking two at a time.

He runs directly to the room that he knows she would have taken the pups to. Mikyoung had been so excited when she learned that Chris built little hiding places like this for emergencies and begged her brother to make it a priority in their own pack house. If she's okay, if she's safe, he'll do it, he'll build them himself if it means they work as much as he hoping they do right now.

Hongjoong throws open the closet door, nearly ripping the wall apart as he find the pups packed inside, "are you okay?" He asks, offering his hand for them to take so he can help them out. "Where's Mikyoung? Where's my sister?"

The oldest pup, Somi, rubs the tears from her eyes and points towards the hallway, "we heard them take her... she tried to keep them from taking us..."

Gritting his teeth, Hongjoong takes a moment to keep himself calm for the traumatised pups, not wanting to scare them even more than they already are. He knows that she would have died before giving those pups up and that's something he's hoping he doesn't have to face right now. "C'mon, everyone's downstairs." As he's leading the pups towards the stairs, he notices Mikyoung's scent, faint but it's mixed with the stench of blood. He spots an open room at the other end of the hallway and prepares himself for what he might find in there. "Head down, find your parents. I'll be back."

Waiting until the last pup reaches the bottom of the staircase, Hongjoong slowly walks towards the room, the smell of blood growing stronger and when he sees the state of the room - his heart drops for a moment. The bodies lying a few feet from her are a mess, unrecognisable, surrounded by blood but luckily - it's not from her, not all of it, at least. He moves closer, now standing in the doorway of the room and finds his sister passed out on the ground with a large, white wolf beside her.

He knows that the threat is gone, those who had hurt his sister are now dead but someone is keeping her from him.

Hongjoong takes a step closer, crossing the threshold and the wolf lifts his head, a deep growl rumbling in his chest, warning him to not come any closer. He responds in kind, narrowing his eyes as he takes another step forward; his eyes are locked on the wolf, watching him stand to his full height, both males growling at each other, challenging each other to try something. Hongjoong recognises the scent, it's Chan, and while he's always given the other Alpha his respect - he's in the way.

Chan snaps his jaws, snarling at Hongjoong, who keeps inching closer. The omega is hurt, passed out, and Chan's not letting anyone touch her until she's awake. It doesn't matter who he is - he's not coming closer.

The two Alphas are in a stand-off, both snarling and baring their teeth to the other. One sudden movement and they will be at each other's throats without a second to spare. Their noses are nearly touching, inches away from tearing each other apart when there's stirring next to Chan, a low groan indicating that Mikyoung is waking up but it doesn't stop their hostile exchange.

Her body is aching from the wolfsbane, head pounding from the attacks that she had sustained but this all seems to take a back seat as her body instinctively reacts to the two males practically at each other's throats. It's automatic, a shift that isn't caused because she wants to but because the tension and their scents are triggering her to react.

In a way that none of them expected.

The pain is greater now that she's a shifted because the wolfsbane that is still in her system feels amplified by her wolf fronting but even as she suffers, Mikyoung manages to make her way between them. With her whole body shaking, she places her head under the Alpha's chin, protecting his throat. Her eyes look up at her brother as a whimper leaves her, begging for him to step down, pleading for him to stop.

Please no more fighting. Please, no more blood.

The three of them stay like that for a moment and she can tell that her brother is trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. Why is his sister protecting another Alpha, why is she protecting Chan? It's not immediate but he eventually pulls away, his growling fading as he stands up straight and looks down at them, confused.

Hongjoong isn't the only one confused because Mikyoung is too. It isn't like she made a conscious decision, it was instinctual, she did it without thinking about it but it's also something she isn't able to dwell on as her body collapses at Chan's feet. The pain is too much for her to deal with like this but it is also the fastest way for her to heal, her wolf taking on the brunt of the process to get the wolfsbane out of her system.

Chan is immediately on top of her, ignoring the other man as he begins to nuzzle the small omega. In that moment, it doesn't matter whether she's a part of his pack or not, his wolf is scenting her, surrounding her in his scent which seems to have her relax slightly. When he's finished, he begins cleaning her wounds, focusing on the areas where blood has started to stain her beautiful coat. While the omega will heal on her own, there's nothing wrong with him offering her a little help to get her back on her feet.

He continues to clean her, to scent her, while Hongjoong scrunches his nose and looks away. It's not an intimate thing but he doesn't feel like watching another Alpha scenting his sister, almost as if he's claiming her right in front of him. "Bring her downstairs when you're done. The witches are helping those who are injured." Without a second look, he leaves, allowing the other Alpha to keep caring for the small omega who whines softly when Chan's tongue passes over an open wound.

Once everyone is accounted for, checked up on and healed as best as the witches can do with their limited resources, Chris suggests that those who don't need to stay head back to their own territories to recover. "I can send you the details once we have more information."

It's clear that the Alpha feels a lot of guilt from what happened. It doesn't seem to matter to him about whether he had known that this would happen, it doesn't matter whether the could have prevented this - all that matters is that it happened under his roof. He recommended that they stay together, that they would be safe at the pack house but they weren't - they lost three lives and nearly lost their pups because of a decision he made.

"It's not your fault," Luna says softly when she enters the room with the others who had decided to stay. While many have taken the time to recover, others have stayed to help and Luna is one of them - she has as much to lose as the wolves do and she doesn't want to miss out on anything.

Jongin had taken Channie home to take care of him while a couple of other wolves from their pack stayed behind. While he wants to be there, the Alpha feels that his partner is more important right now and he wants to make sure Channie doesn't feel too much guilt over what happened.

While Chris had been cleaning himself up, his clothes and skin stained with blood from moving the bodies - Irene had arrived. It seems that the Devil found out about what happened and was understandably worried about him. He stands behind her, arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he takes a moment to compose himself for what's to come.

Hongjoong and a couple of his betas stand at the back of the room, ready to get the party started with the captives. Chris knows that while nobody else really approves of how Hongjoong thrives off the pain and suffering of his opponents, they have all agreed that if anyone is going to get the surviving witches to talk - it's him.

Chan sits beside a resting Mikyoung, her legs resting on his lap as she drinks a tonic that he made for her. Hongjoong had argued that she should return their pack house but Chan argued that she should stay where they can keep an eye on her, mostly talking about himself rather than anyone else. He hasn't let anyone go near her, especially not any of the witches, opting to take care of her needs himself as if he doesn't trust them.

This is all that they need right now, they don't need a spectacle for this next part, even if every wolf wants their turn with the captives - they only need one interrogator. Chris and the other Alphas all agree that everyone needs the chance to recover, they need to gather their strength because once they have the information that they are looking for - the final plan will begin.

The plan to save his mother.

[cantfightmoonlight]

@icexpackxjc

The moment she saw J.C. it was as if all of the air in the room had been sucked out at once. Her heart slowed to nearly a stop. Her breath hitched in her throat. The faint tunes drumming on through the speakers of the Ice Rink dimmed into all, but a low hum. No. Not again. She couldn't do this. Not again. Her small shivering form, all too exposed out on the ice, having shifted back from the Eclipse, wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and melt away. She wanted nothing more in the whole wide world than to dissolve into thin air. But, as much as she tried to remember what the hell had happened when she had been a wolf, her mind drew a blank.

She had truly thought the past was behind her. She often felt more comfortable in her wolf form than she did in her own skin these days. She was in full control ever since those first few months when she had just turned. The past was in the past and she'd never hurt anyone again. She had truly convinced herself of that and, yet, here she was again, shifting back to find herself stark naked. Her hands covered in the blood on someone else's. Fuck. What did she do? What the hell did she do? She choked back her tears as she tried to still her shaking hands. She could hear a heartbeat. He was still alive. That was good. She just needed to focus. Despite, feeling as though her lungs were going to collapse at any moment, she pulled herself up to her feet, riffling through JC's stuff, she pulled out his phone and called 911. A quick search through the lost and found later and she was wearing some ice blue skater's leotard and skirt. She had located the first aid kit and did her best to patch JC up until the paramedics could arrive. It looked like it paid off to have lived on the run with one for years of her life.

She didn't even know JC all too well. Not like she did the rest of the pack, but the entire ride in the ambulance, she found herself clutching desperately onto his hand. The relief that washed over her, after hours of being made to wait in the waiting room, that he would be okay, was like a ton of bricks had been lifted from her chest. Even more so, when the authorities came to confirm that he had been poisoned before the attack by wolfsbane. What happened to him had been deliberate. The works of a blade not a wolf. She didn't do this. She didn't hurt him. It should have music to her ears and, yet, as she sat by his bed waiting for him to wake up, she couldn't bring herself to feel anything. She was completely and utterly numb. A fragile shell of the bright smile she typically wore. She didn't even bother to wipe away her tear stained cheeks as she waited. Still clutching onto his hand as if to will him to just open his eyes and look at her. And when it seemed like it never happen, he finally stirred. "Ah tanrıya şükür!" She exclaimed in turkish as she leaped up to her feet. Throwing her arms around him before she realized that she could potentially make it worse. "Afedersiniz!" She gasped out, quickly retreating back to her seat only for her to finally realize that she still wasn't speaking english. "Shit, sorry! Sorry! I didn't just hurt you, did I?"

[phantomraeken]

"You're not a good idea"

WC: 4.7 k

A/N: WHOOO fic req done! I cried multiple times while writing this soo.. Yeah! Please enjoy i poured my whole soul into this.

Warnings: Blood/gore, death, starving mentions, violence, kidnapping, mentions of selling people, all the teen wolf stuff, mentions of scars

Quote: "Do I look dead?"

Theo was stumbling around a party. His head was spinning with the sound of the loud music and what Liam– what had Liam said? Theo mumbled to himself before holding his head in his hands trying to get it to stop spinning. Suddenly a new noise filled his ears, laughing. Low, loud, laughing. It haunted his thoughts, his very head echoed with that noise.

Theo leaned back against the wall, pushing his feet forward to meet the wall opposite of him, keeping him (somewhat) upright. The smell finally caught his attention behind the blurr haze of his thoughts, Wolfsbane.

"Oh Theo.." A female's voice was now haunting his head. He rolled his head back in pain. "Such a pretty face–" A cold blade made his skin light up with goosebumps as it met his warm chin, slowly trailing down to meet his adams apple. "just to go to waste!"

Theo rolled his head back to look at the girl, her off hand gently guiding him as it took hold of his chin. Through the haze of wolfsbane poisoning he could make out her face. The sickening smug smile that lined her face. He let out a soft growl, his throat rumbling against her blade.

She laughed softly at his poor excuse of a growl. His teeth slowly slipped out, sharpening. They only got about half way before retracting. He couldn't physically do it. "God, you are a poor excuse for a Chimera. Really Theo? I expected more of a fight." She smiled evilly.

"The Theodore Carl Raeken can't even raise his fist?" A new voice joined the echoes of his brain. Making his head spin harshly. He tried to blink the pain from his head.

In a few moments the world around him was gone. Blackness overtook him. He slipped into an unconscious state.

—

Theo woke up in what felt like hell. He gave a small tug of one of his wrists, trying to rub his temples just to be met with a burning sensation. He spun his head to see what was restricting him, silver chains. He let out a hiss as it dug into his skin.

He growled softly, his vision slowly clearing of the fog that haunted him hours prior.

Slowly he could make out bodies. At least a dozen. He could make out two moving with heavy breaths and loud growls of triumph and pain. He growled, pulling at the restraints.

"Don't try." A new voice filled his ears. He could see his vision blur slightly just at the noise. "I've been here for hours, no hope." The male's voice was soft and sounded painful.

"Where–" Theo couldn't even get a sentence out.

"Don't ask, nobody knows." A little girl's voice this time. He couldn't make out from where but she was there. He gasped softly as pain throbbed through his chest.

He let out a loud cough, spitting out blood. Theo wheezed slightly, tilting his head up to keep himself from coughing anymore up. He gave one tug of both wrists only to let out a pained grunt.

"Kid, stop. It's not going to work. Trust me." The same male's voice filled his ears. His head throbbed. It felt like he'd been hit with a medal bat five times over.

"No, no. I have to get out. Now. I have places to be. People to protect. You can't fucking give up that easily." Theo spat. His voice hitched in his throat. The thought of Liam, alone, in the goddamned dark. It was not the most lovely thing to think of. He'd promise Liam he'd be home before sun up. He was 99 percent sure it was past sun up.

He growled softly and tugged on the chains again. No luck. Fuck.

—

Liam had waited. Six long hours. He was pacing outside of his apartment complex. Mason was speaking but he couldn't make out a single word. Suddenly there was a hand on both of his shoulders. Kira.

"Calm down, it's okay. Derek just has to wake Scott up. It's going to be okay." Kira tried to speak nicely. It was not very nice to say the least.

Corey sighed softly and rocked on his feet. "Kira, leave him be." Mason spoke softly. Trying not to piss anyone off more than they already were. "There's Scott. We're going to find him." Mason reassured, not even believing himself at this point.

"Everyone calm down, for God's sake." Derek sighed. "Come on guys. Let's split up." Derek explained. Quickly counting people out.

"And, don't make any rash decisions." Lydia warned, her hand meeting Liam's lower back. Liam crossed his arms across his chest. "Please." Lydia spoke gently.

Liam mumbled to himself before just storming off. He didn't even stop when he heard his name being called by multiple voices. All his head was filled with Theo's sweet voice. His beautiful face, his amazing hugs, his—

"Liam." It was Derek's firm voice. "You're not going alone." He grabbed him by his collar. Tugging him back, he fell with a loud thud.

Malia stood over him. A huge smile painted her face while Derek just looked pissed off. "And, we have the keys!" She quickly opened her fist, the keys falling out of her hand onto Liam's chest.

"Where'd you even get those?" Liam growled, his eyes flickered similar to a light that's bulb is dying. Derek offered a hand.

"Your anger is clouding your judgement and your mind." Derek growled at him.

"And, to be fully honest, it's starting to make me mad." Malia rolled her eyes. Liam took Derek's hand and pulled himself up. Malia dusted off his back.

Liam sighed before continuing to walk to Theo's abandoned truck. The moment his hand met the handle he heard the door click shut.

Liam looked over his shoulder, a small growl rumbling in his throat. "Your ass is not driving." Derek glared at him. Liam looked down at the keys in his hand then back at Derek. No car key.

"Fucking hell man." Liam spat. He tossed the keys back at Derek, irritated. Derek unlocked the car and before Malia opened the passenger door he spoke. "I call shotgun." He smirked, his anger fading slightly. It was clouding over his thoughts like mist just before a rainstorm, his small jokes were the light peaking through, denying the rain that Liam knew would inevitably happen. Malia flipped him off before getting in the backseat. Liam stuck his tongue out and got into the passenger's seat. Derek pushed the key into the ignition while closing his door. Liam let out a soft sigh. Theo would always close his door for him while saying 'Watch your feet, wouldn't want my prince getting hurt'. The small memory made Liam laugh.

"Close th–" Before Malia could finish Derek put his hand up. Making her stop mid sentence. Liams small laughs turned into quiet sobs.

Derek reached over and closed the door before grabbing onto one of Liam's shoulders. He wasn't exactly the best at comforting but he knew Liam needed someone.

"He's not gone." Malia assured. Derek looked back at her with a look of 'thank you' then back at Liam, nodding. "And we're going to find him. No matter what." Malia smiled softly.

"Promise?" Liam looked at Derek then back at Malia.

"Promise." Derek spoke firmly. Gently squeezing Liam's shoulder.

"Yep! Promise! Pinky promise even." Malia smiled back at him.

—

It had been a few hours of just driving until Derek stopped the truck to fill it up with gas. Once he'd filled the tank he and Malia had gone inside the small market. Liam climbed over into the driver's seat.

Liam's mind had been clouded by anger. He couldn't take it anymore. Derek had unknowingly left the keys in the ignition. He quickly turned them, pushed the car into gear. He set his hands on top of the wheel. He was done waiting. He was done being told this was all they could do.

Liam pushed his foot onto the gas. He pulled out of the parking lot. This was his final straw. Derek wasn't going to stop him any longer. Any hope he had was drowned out by his anger. Every thought that seemed at all reasonable had left. He squeezed the wheel letting out a sigh. He looked in the rearview mirror to see Derek and Malia exiting the shop. He pushed the gas pedal down.

He pulled out onto the road and drove off.

Liam turned on the radio. It filled the silence and eased his discomfort. He'd just left two of his best friend's on the road. Liam let out a frustrated sigh. The radio seemed to just be white noise as he focused on the dark road in front of him. He pulled one of his hands off the wheel to turn the headlights on. His lights hit a shadow.

He floored the brakes to the point it made an audible thud. He skitted forward in his seat. He took a deep breath. It was a moose, stopped in the middle of the road. Liam pushed down on the middle of the wheel causing a loud honk to erupt from the car. The Moose made a low, sad noise. Liam stopped the car, leaving the internal lights on briefly so he could reach into the backseat and pulled out a lantern Theo always kept on hand.

He climbed out of the driver's seat and into the road. Liam walked up to the creature, his hand grazing over its side, it didn't even flinch away from his gentle touch. Liam felt the sadness coming off of it. He directed his gaze to where the sad animal was looking. A small moving shape caught the light.

Liam stepped towards it. It was on the other side of the road. Whatever it was, it had been hit. He leaned down beside it grazing his hand along the top of its down to its nose. It was a smaller moose. Too young to be dying. Liam let out a painful sigh. He grazed his hand across its side until it hit something abnormal. A bullet wound.

Just as the realization hit a gunshot rung through his ears. Making his thoughts pause. It was as if the whole world stopped around him. The gunshot was soon followed by a loud noise that came from the moose then a thud. The smell of silver and wolfsbane lingered in the air. 'Shit.' Liam mumbled.

He closed the lantern shut and rolled onto the ground beside the dying animal. He heard a low male voice as whoever it was approached the truck he'd just abandoned in the middle of the road. "Just a moose." He hissed. The man used his flashlight to quickly check the area. The light grazed over Liam. He was safe.

Liam's thought about being safe was quickly ruined. "Ah, there's the wolf himself." A new voice joined his ears. Liam sat up. He was on his feet in seconds.

"You're quite pretty yourself." A female joined the other two. He recognized her face. It was hard to tell who… maybe Allison? That didn't seem right. "I see why Theo picked you." She laughed softly.

Her sadistic laugh made Liam want to throw up. It was taunting him. "Kate." He mumbled as the realization hit him. A small gasp escaped his mouth. "You're dead." He stated bluntly.

"Do I look dead?" She cocked her head to the side, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"Well no— but that's beside the point." Liam growled. His eyes lit up. His anger was done being pushed down. Liam's fangs slowly slid out. "Where the hell is Theo? What have you done with him?" Liam took a step forward.

His boldness was met with the noise of a gun cocking.

"It didn't have to end this way." Kat shook her head, clicking her tongue slightly.

"Oh yes it did." A new voice filled Liam's ears. He spun around to see a blue jeep, and a sign of headlights following the jeep. Scott.

—

Theo was exhausted. He hadn't eaten in what felt like years. The air around him was laced with sickness and wolfsbane. The man who was formally beside had been taken and killed. His spot was filled by what Theo assumed was a thirteen year old. He was shaken and could barely breathe.

Thel rolled his head back in defeat. He wanted to help the kid. Really. But the sound of his wheezes made Theo lose hope. The door opened, light flooding the room.

"Well hello there." A male voice filled the room, echoing slightly. The sounds of mumbling and even breathing had silenced. The only noise now was the boy's coughing. "Having issues, are we?" The man teased the boy.

"Fuck off old man." Theo growled. The man's head quickly cocked to the side, his gaze resting on Theo. "The poor kid might as well be dying and all you're fucking doing is pushing him." Theo was flat out.

There was a small gasp from someone in the small room. The girl beside him spoke up. "Yeah! We're starving too. The least you could do is feed us. If your plan here is to sell us you might as well make us well fed." She paused to catch her breath and regain her pride. "And for fucks sake! Get the kid some help!" Her small voice was all it took for mumbles of agreement.

The light hit her just right for Theo to realize what she was, a wendigo. The boy beside him hissed softly, canima. It slowly hit Theo that this wasn't just werewolves. It was every were-creature in a few mile radius. His friends had gone under the radar due to how much supernatural activity Beacon Hills had nowadays. Theo growled.

A gunshot filled the room followed by a groan. Theo's eyes darted to the girl beside him. She was bleeding and at this point, dead. He gasped softly.

"What the hell?!" The boy shrieked. The man blew the smoke off the tip of his gun. Theo's growling grew.

The boy was full on sobbing. Theo had to admit he had started to cry softly too. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Anger filled his gaze. "She was just a kid." Theo choked out. "She was just a goddamned kid!" He repeated. Theo had lost everything he had and more. He had gotten to know the girl. She had a little sister who she'd been hiding. Her name was Amanda. The small kid she'd been protecting was named Gabby.

"She's just a kid!!" The man mocked. His voice was high with annoyance. "And so was I! But you don't see me fucking complaing." He pulled his sleeve up, showing huge burn marks all up his arm.

"Fuck you!" The boy cried.

"Fuck you too, little boy. And fuck your family too, oh, thats right. They're fucking dead! Oh and guess who killed them—" The man frowned mockingly before pointing his thumbs at himself. "I did!" He started laughing.

"You're fucking sick." Theo growled.

The man looked at him, his finger meeting his chin. He pushed Theo's face up to look at him. "Oh but so are you." He smirked.

Theo pulled his head away and the man just sighed at him before his phone went off. He stood up straight.

Theo looked at the boy, ignoring the man until his loud voice filled Theo's ears again. "Oh! And guess what!" He spoke cheerfully, like a kid getting a president they always wanted on Christmas. "They just found your precious Liam."

—

Liam growled softly. His ears were filled with the sound of a gun shooting right behind him. He ducked quickly.

"How'd you find me?" Liam asked as Scott ran up behind him, grabbing the guy with the gun by his shirt collar.

"I'd ask Chris." He spoke quickly and flatly. Liam nodded and ducked as a knife grazed over his head. He quickly bit the girl in her thigh. She screamed in pain and anger. He let go and kicked her in the stomach, making her fall to the floor.

"I wouldn't worry too much. My bite won't infect you." Liam growled, a smirk playing at his lips. He gave her a quick kick to the head making her go unconscious.

Liam ducked his way through the fighting to find Chris pinned to Theo's jeep. Liam wrapped his arm around the woman's neck and pulled her back, he heard the snap of her neck and he let her body fall to the ground. "Getting used to the whole murderer thing?" Chris asked, a small laugh escaping his lips.

"Not one bit."

Chris laughed before setting the barrel of his gun on Liam's shoulder. He pulled back on the trigger. The bullet met a man in the back.

"How'd you find me?" Liam asked quickly. Chris directed his hand at the truck.

"Tracker."

"Damn you, Argent."

"Smart idea, huh?"

"It just saved my ass so I'll give it that."

Suddenly there was a small noise of Hayden clearing her throat. "You two going to talk or help us?" She looked at Liam, her eyes narrowing. "You got us into this mess. Now help us get out of it." Liam nodded.

"Is that Kate?" He heard Brett's voice as he was forced back against the truck.

"In the fucking flesh." Liam hissed.

"What's the plan here?" Brett asked quickly, his voice filled with concern.

"We need to get a walky talky. Then I'll take you and Chris—" Liam nodded to the older man who was shooting at people just behind the two. Brett leaned back slightly to look at him, he raised an eyebrow with a look of 'really?' on his face. "To find Theo. We can trace them back by foot prints and scent. Then we get Theo and get the hell out of here."

Brett looked concerned. "Liam, we're going to need to stay here and figure out what the fuck is going on." It was Noah's voice. A voice he didn't think he'd hear until they were back at the police station and he was being lectured.

"I'll drive the truck to wherever Theo is and I'll get him out of here. I trust you've got the rest covered?" Liam looked at Noah then back at the fight. Noah nodded.

Liam snuck past the fight into the forest. He was met with two hands around his neck, slightly squeezing. He let out a loud gasp. Slowly Liam's feet left the ground. His brain was filled with panic. The world around him just went blurry after a minute or so. He was dropped quickly, his knees scraping against the ground, tearing his favorite jeans.

"Jesus Christ, Liam. You can't take care of yourself, can you?" The voice was just mixed in with his thoughts. At first he didn't even know if it was real.

It was Brett. He pulled him to his feet. Dusting off his back roughly. "Alright." Chris' voice made Liam jump. He looked to the side to see Chris holding the man that had attacked Liam at gunpoint. Liam nodded and let Chris go first.

"Just… don't do anything too drastic when we get there. Okay?" Brett glared at Liam.

"Okay okay."

—

Theo was half dead at this point. Well. It felt that way at least. He'd been shot dead in the chest. Silver bullet. It had missed anything too vital but he was bleeding out. He was in and out of consciousness.

"Theo come on!" The boy beside him begged. He'd managed to get one of his hands free and was working on his other one. The boy had dislocated his thumb and put it back into place with ease, this was clearly not his first time in handcuffs, or anything of the sort.

Theo gasped softly as the pain in his chest got worse. There was a soft clang. The boy got his other hand free.

"Okay. Okay. It's okay. I'm here." The boy reassured. Theo shifted slightly, pain shocking his whole chest again.

"Yeah no, not happening." Theo mumbled. The boy sighed. "Speaking of–" Theo pushed himself into a better sitting position. "I never got your name. And seeing as I'm probably dying, I'd like to know your name." Theo smiled as nicely as he could. He growled softly, pain shocking him again.

The boy's hand moved out of Theo's view. He could hear the boy tugging on the collar stuck around his neck. He heard it break with a snap. "Jason." He spoke softly. "And you are?"

"Theo. Theo Raeken." He smiled weakly. The boy slipped his sweater off and folded it over Theo's wound, pushing it down softly. It earned a groan of pain from Theo that turned into a growl.

Theo sighed softly. The kid was trying his hardest. Jason's sweater had absorbed enough blood to make the kid's hands get covered in blood.

The light was now hitting the boy's face just right. Theo could make out his features now. He had light blue, almost white eyes, clouded with worry and the horrors of the boy's past. His hair was blonde, like hay, it seemed to have a very strawy texture too. He had olive skin with small freckles dotting his face and arms. Small scars made his wrists look rugged.

Suddenly one of Jason's hands met Theo's upper arm. He could feel some of his pain fading as the boy's veins light up with black and bubbled a bit. As the kid saw Theo's body rest slightly he smiled, tears lighting up his eyes. "First time?" Theo smiled, tilting his head to the side. Jason nodded. "Don't worry. Almost everyone cries their first time. You're helping, really."

The boy nodded, shaking his head to make himself stop crying. Theo tensed up again as the boy's hand returned to his chest again. "I'm not losing you, Mr. Raeken." Jason said in a determined voice.

"Just until Liam saves us." Theo mumbled softly. If Liam ever did save them. Let alone find them.

Jason tilted his head to the side. "Who's Liam?" He asked in a soft voice. Theo in response smiled and put his arm up, indicating Jason to sit beside him. He crawled over and laid his head on Theo's shoulder. Jason looked at Theo excited.

"Liam is my mate." Theo explained. "God, he's amazing. He's a werewolf."

"He's a he?" Jason looked confused.

"Yes, he's a he." Theo laughed softly.

Jason looked amazed. "You can do that?!"

"Do what?"

"Date another guy?"

"Yeah, you can do a hell of a lot, bud."

"I thought you had a lady friend."

"Why?"

"You have this feminine scent on you!"

Theo paused. He took a deep breath. Jason looked confused. "Liam was a girl, now he's a guy." Theo said softly.

"You can do that too!?" Jason just looked amazed.

"Yep."

"What about… male to female?"

"That exists too."

"Woahhh!" Jason smiled brightly. Theo felt horrible. This kid hadn't been hit by the hard truth of the world around him. Theo sighed softly. "What else can you do?" Jason pushed.

"Why don't you sleep then I'll tell you when you're awake, okay?" Theo suggested softly. He was way too exhausted to explain it right now as is. Jason nodded, yawning.

Within a few minutes Theo's ears were filled with the soft snores of the small boy. Theo grumbled as pain filled his chest again.

Theo set his head back and sat in silence. He was exhausted. This wasn't the best way to die by any means but he made a kid happy and that's all he needed to be satisfied in that moment.

He closed his eyes and sleep consumed his mind, making the world seemingly darken further around him.

—

Theo must have been asleep for at least an hour before he was abruptly awoken. It was hard to tell what had woken him up until it rang in his ears again. A howl. And one he recognized. Liam's. Followed by another, Brett. Theo's sudden alertness woke up Jason who looked concerned, but mostly exhausted.

"Wh–" Theo cut him off with a shushing noise.

Theo howled back, his voice breaking half way through. They were being rescued.

Theo looked at Jason who was worried. "That's Liam. And Brett." Theo explained. He gave a small tug on the chains.

Jason looked scared now.

"Don't worry. I'm sure they have a plan to get everyone out and safe." Theo soothed. Jason looked even more scared.

"What if they put me in the foster care system!" He shrieked. Theo took a deep breath.

He looked at the door then back at the boy. "They have a plan and it will go well. Promise." Theo tried his best to reassure the boy.

The door swung open and Theo's eyes were assaulted by the light of a flashlight and the barrel of a gun.

"Theo?" It was Chris' voice. Thank god.

"Yeah, old man?" Theo laughed softly. Chris lowered his gun before leaning back out of the hallway and whistling. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and tossed it to Theo. Theo unlocked himself quickly. He stood up, unsteady. He was too focused on keeping up right; he didn't notice Liam until he crashed into him with a hug.

Liam pushed small kisses into Theo's neck. Theo wrapped his arms around Liam weakly. Using him to keep himself upright. Theo kissed his head softly. Liam looked up at him and kissed him. Theo kissed back, tears forming in his eyes. There was an audible 'blegh' from Jason while he helped Chris unlock the other supernatural creatures around them. Liam pulled away, he was full on sobbing.

"You're alive." Liam spoke softly. Theo kissed Liam's tears away. Missing the smell of the boy. He missed everything about Liam.

Theo laughed softly. "Barley." He then looked at Jason who was coughing.

Liam sighed softly "The word hope really isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" He huffed.

"You are my hope." Theo smiled weakly. Liam sighed softly and looked to Chris then at Jason, then finally back at Theo.

Brett walked into the room and tossed Liam Theo's keyes. Liam caught them and put one of Theo's arms over his shoulders. Brett got on the other side and did the same. It was a long and quite dizzying walk to where Brett parked his truck.

Liam helped Theo into the backseat, throwing a blanket over him before closing the door and climbing into the driver's seat.

—

Theo must have fallen asleep. He woke up to the truck stopping. The sun was slowly rising as Liam climbed in the backseat pulling a first aid kit from under the seat. Theo pushed himself up, his back against the door.

Liam climbed into his lap and pulled Theo's bloodied shirt off, tossing it into the passenger's seat.

Theo laughed softly, pain filling his whole chest as he did so. "Stop laughing and let me help you." Liam growled.

He pulled out tweezers and looked at Theo with a look of 'ready?' Theo was not ready. At all. But he nodded. Liam did not have steady hands as is but he tried his best not to hurt Theo while he pulled the bullet out of his chest. Theo gasped softly.

"Shit." Liam cursed. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry." He frowned and kissed Theo on the lips before pulling away quickly.

Theo smiled softly at him. "It's okay– ow!?" Theo hissed as Liam started stitching him up. "No warning?" Theo hissed.

Liam shook his head, once he'd finished stitching Theo up he bandaged his chest. Liam pushed a kiss to Theo's lips, Theo's slipped onto Liam's hips. Liam smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Theo's neck.

Liam had to pull away to catch his breath. "God I missed this." Liam smiled, his hands tracing up Theo's neck into his hair as he messed with it. Theo laughed softly, a blush dusting his toned cheeks.

"I missed you more than anything, babe." Theo smiled.

Liam chuckled and reached behind him to open the cooler. He pulled out a bag of chocolate and right as Theo went to speak again he pushed a chocolate into his mouth. Theo laughed softly.

"Shut up and eat the goddamned chocolate." Liam huffed. The small pout on his face made Theo laugh more. "Shut up!" Liam spat.

There was a loud knock on the window behind Liam. He turned around to see Derek. Liam rolled his eyes and turned back to Theo. He kissed himself softly.

"I love you." Liam smiled.

Theo laughed softly. "I love you too."

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Tags: @thiamsxbitch @nuxmediocre @elisastales

[thomasisaslut]

Amorentia || Severus Snape x F!Hufflepuff Reader

Chapter Four || Prey

Word Count: 1393

Includes: Masturbation

The next morning you wake up dizzy and confused, when standing you tumble over. Instantly Cedric runs over to your side of the dorm and helps you up.

"[First Name]? What happened?" He gazes over your body checking for some kind of injury, yet, he can't see under your night robes where the stitches are.

"I'm fine, Cedric, thank you." You say then try to pry his hands off your shoulder but fail.

"You don seem fine. You just fell over!" Cedric exclaims.

"I am fine." You snap, his hands fall from your shoulder blades.

"Alright, just be careful, yeah?" He asks and you can see the concern on his face.

You nod then pick up your bag to leave for class, that is when you got an owl. You recognize it as Professor Snape's owl so you take the letter from the birds talons and read it.

'Ms. [Last Name], you missed your class yesterday afternoon so I would like you to come now to make it up. -S.S'

The letter made it very apparent that he needed you to appear almost instantly, you sigh at the letter then grab you bag and leave the Hufflepuff dorms for his classroom.

Eventually you reach the room in the dungeons, it's a long walk from the high tower that holds the Hufflepuff's but since the hallways aren't as crowded as they usually are you were able to make it there in just under 7 minutes.

You know on the door then open it.

"Professor? I got your letter." You say as you enter the room. Instantly his eyes connect with yours, his dark and emotionless eyes staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Sit." He motions to the chair you were in when you got the stitches just days ago.

You obey his command instantly as you sit on the other side of his desk, he then hands you the paper that you missed yesterday.

"Notes on the Anti-Paralysis potion the class brewed, write how you made it and what was used." He instructs.

You nod then begin to write on the parchment he gave you, now the only sounds in the room was the occasional sound of the rain outside and the scratch of your quill connected with the ink jar then paper.

Around 20 minutes later you've completed the small assignment and you pass it back to him.

"I'm done, Professor."

He nods and takes the paper, his eyes quickly scans over the words before he nods approvingly.

"Outstanding once again, Ms. [Last Name]." He states then uses a quill to mark the paper.

You instantly smile then feel the sudden rush of desire again, you can't help but push your thighs together tightly to surpress the feeling. In the process your skirt flares up and you swear he saw your black laced underwear.

"I knew it was right to put you in the double excelled class." He says, his gaze completely hyper focused on the paper you submitted to him. You can't help but notice a bit of pink tinting his cheeks. He clears his throat then speaks again.

"Would you like to get started on your classwork for later today?"

"To get ahead of everyone, sir?" You blurt out.

His face deadpans but nods, "If that's how you wish to phrase it, Ms. [Last Name]."

"Oh! Yes, I would then.. sir.." You smile weakly.

He nods then opens a drawer in his desk and pulls out a piece of the paper and hands it to you.

"Were learning about the wolfsbane potion for the double advanced class. Start it now, you have 20 minutes before you have to leave, understood?"

You begin the work and through the work you can't help but to glance up at Professor Severus Snape—ever since you realized what the potion has done you've been wanting to be closer and closer to him. And now is just perfect. You're alone with him in his classroom.

You lock eyes with him for a slim second, you instantly feel the wetness rush back to your core again, you squirm slightly in the seat across from him, pushing your thighs together again. You continue to work on the piece of parchment before you in an attempt to distract yourself when he speaks.

"20 minutes are up, Ms. [Last Name]." He says, his voice making you snap out of your distracting thoughts.

"Would you like me to hold onto the paper for you?"

You nod then hand him the paper, when he reaches for it your hands brush for a slim second. You flush then quickly turn your heel.

"I'll see you later, Professor." You mumble as you leave the room, you swear he didn't hear you but when you look back you see his eyes following you as you exit.

Once you're out of the room you realize it's still early in the morning—around 6am. You still have around 30 minutes before your first class starts. So, of course you decide to run to the same bathroom as you did the day prior.

Rushing to the last stall again you check the stalls—making sure no one else was there you grin successfully as you do. Once you lock the stall door you place your bag on the small hook on the door then take out your wand. Once the wand is out you use a quick spell on the toilet paper, transferring it into a black vibrator. It had a smaller part that rubs against your clit, the larger side that slides deep into your folds. You grin widely, the wetness that had been building up since you saw him—the absolute pressure that has been building since then needs to release. You grab another role from the toilet paper holder and transfigure it into a small lube bottle, you quickly uncap the bottle then pour some onto your hand, lathering it on the toy your smirk grows, the anticipation brewing deep within you. Throwing your laced panties down a cold gush of wind flows through your folds, it makes you whimper. Sliding the toy into your tight heat you let out a loud moan. Clicking the small button on the end of the toy it begins to move, sending waves of pleasure ringing throughout your entire body, moans practically flood out of your mouth as you increase the speed on the vibrator. Your thighs and legs quiver as you continue to stand whilst the toy rubs against you fast, throwing your hands to the side of the stall walls to support yourself your thighs shake. You look around in a sex-haze for another object you can transfigure to truly satisfy yourself. Your eyes land on an empty roll of toilet paper, you shrug then use your wand to transform it into nipple clamps connected by a chain.

Quickly you clamp the toy to your hard nubs and moan.

"Severus!" You shout as you release in your panties. The vibrator keeps moving, overstimulating your used clit. You tighten the clamps around your nipples as you push the vibrator to the maximum speed, desperate to cum again.

As you moan you finally sit back down on the toilet, your legs quaking as you feel the sensation building in your core again. With the very thought of your teacher you squirt again, your liquids starts flooding down your shaking thighs. Your moans ring throughout the stall, filling your ears with the sounds of your squelching cunt and whimpers.

"O-Oh god!" You shout as the feeling of the vibrator makes you feel more pleasure, quickly you push the toy deeper into your tight pussy, moaning louder than before.

Finally you finish for a third time, unclasping the nipple clamps you grunt, they're still hard. You slide the vibrator out of your folds then use a spell to return it back to the toilet paper it was before, you do the same with the lube bottle and clamps before cleaning yourself with a flick of your wand.

Glancing at the watch on your arm you see you've skipped your first class of the day! You've never missed a class before, let alone for something like masturbating to your teacher. Quickly you leave the stall and begin to run to your next class—Ancient Runes.

Chapter Five:

[teecupangel]

Fic Trivia and References for Eagle of Alamut

References/Inspirations of Alamut Castle as described in the fic.

Overall look and feel:

I talked about it in this post but, in a nutshell, it's a combination of the concept art of Alamut in the Prince of Persia movie with a few modifications + the Alamut promotional art from AC Mirage.

Thermae:

Wikipedia Article

Thermae Romae Novae's first episode (yyuuupppp, Alamut got a thermae because of an anime)

Courtyard that Leads to the Harem

It's based on Masyaf's Paradise but larger in scale to show how Al Mualim tried to make Masyaf his own Alamut.

Just to be clear:

The Capitoline Triad statues in the fic are based on these three pillar-like structures in Paradise. I didn't make up the part about Desmond remembering three pillars in Masyaf for the fic. Those 3 pillars are really in AC1.

Poisonous Plants

Datura - Datura Bombs from AC Revelations (the fact that Datura is not native in Alamut is also based on the well-known Datura plants as listed in this wiki)

Aconite - It's a Ghost of Tsushima reference XD Okay, but in all seriousness, Aconite is one of the more famous poisonous plants out there and the fact that it's also called wolfsbane and Desmond getting attacked by wolves near a bed of wolfsbanes was too much to pass on. The specific 'strand' in the fic is Aconitum carmichaelii.

Khalid's Explosive Arrows

The idea that Hidden Ones used explosive arrows originated from the idea that the Hidden Ones under Hytham would have seen Eivor use explosive arrows.

Khalid's research relies on the huojian. The possibility that it can be done by the 12th century relies on historical records of the Chinese having exploding arrows by 1040 and the existence of gunpowder by the 10th century.

Desmond's encounter with the wolves

The move Desmond used at the beginning of Chapter 7 is based on the QTE that Ratonhnhaké:ton gets against a wolf attack (but, since he doesn't have a hidden blade, he had to improvise):

source of clip

Dvora's twin blades and fighting style:

They're based on Aya's fighting style and the description of Dvora's blades themselves is based on the blades Aya used in her playable mission.

Other references (in no particular order):

Khalid's unnecessarily ornate bow he stole from his asshole brother is based on AC Valhalla's Antler Bow.

The mentor's top floor being an aviary for eagles only is a reference to how Alamut means 'eagle's nest'.

Bennu's name is a reference to the ancient Egyptian deity Bennu connected to the sun, creation, and rebirth. His name is meant to be a reference to Senu and the mythological background of his name is meant to be a reference to Enkidu.

Peredur's ongoing RPF story about Desmond has his name as 'Dastan'. That's the name of the Prince in the Prince of Persia movie.

(I'll talk about the fight scenes in chapters 21 and 22 in a later date. That one will have more gif clips XD)