#Jev Cipriano

[bramblrose]

“Guard your body.” His smile tipped higher. “I take my job seriously, which means I’m going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.”

[lexxwithbooks]

📖: 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 (𝐻𝑢���ℎ 𝐻𝑢𝑠ℎ #2) 🖤🪽🏍️

✍🏽: 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

[wingsthatshimmer]

The Night After the Battle

Summary:

Takes place right after the battle in Finale. This is Nora's first time sleeping with Patch. I wanted to make it romantic, playful, and light. Let me know what you think!

It was about 4:00pm when we finally reached a secluded double story house near Delphic. I dwelt on the evergrowing to-do list in my mind with gathering dread. Of course, I had a lot to answer for. Patch had made a stop at my school to prevent them from recording my absence and notifying my mother. I was against the idea of using mind control powers for personal gain, but I reasoned that there wasn’t much else I could do in this instance. Besides, how many more times would I have to take a day off school to lead an army of Nephilim into a holy war? Hopefully, just once.

I tried to draw my attention back to the problem at hand. Ok. No pressure, you’re just spending the night with your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who can now feel your touch. Every time the thought of spending the night with Patch crossed my mind my whole body became warm with excitement.

Patch opened the car door for me. “Welcome home, Angel”.

He laughed when he saw my expression. I was staring, wide eyed, jaw dropped, at the most beautiful house I’d ever seen. Initially, I hadn’t noticed how magnificent it was due to the fence that circled the property. The house was surrounded by a lush garden that beamed with colourful flowers, hanging vines and a small water fountain at its centre. The house itself, although modern, was clearly cottage inspired with large windows and a cream-coloured exterior. The jewel of the house was its wide balcony. The iron railings were meticulously crafted with a lace design. Red flowers hung over the railing and contrasted beautifully against the crème paint. I was in awe.

Patch held my hand and walked me towards the house. Without his guidance, I would’ve remained glued in place by shock.

“Tell me this isn’t yours.”

“It’s not mine. It’s ours. I’ve kept it hidden and ready in the hopes that one day, after the war, we could have a place to call home.”

“I don’t know what to say. It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. You wouldn’t happen to have a whole property portfolio dedicated to magical looking real estate, would you?”

He laughed as we reached the door, “Not yet. But if that’s a requirement for you, I’m sure I can work something out.”

We entered the house and somehow, the interior was even more impressive. The rooms were enormous yet there was a cosy quality about them. Rows upon rows of bookshelves adorned the walls of the room to my left while the room to my right appeared to be a dining area. Patch and I were standing in the hallway which looked as though it ended at a wooden staircase near the back of the house. The afternoon light beamed through the windows and lit up the whole house. For me, this home was a paradise of peace.

I turned to Patch, “This is perfect. Thank you.”

He drew me into his arms and kissed me, “Just wait ‘till you see the shower.” He stopped and smirked, “You know, soap, shampoo, hot water…”

I laughed at the shared memory, “Naked. I know the drill.”

***

I now stood in the empty hall; before me was the bedroom door, and I stopped, slightly intimidated by the prospect of what might happen and feverishly trembling from the cold. I glanced down to study myself. I was fresh out of the shower and the towel I was wearing did an absurdly poor job of covering my body. It wasn’t exactly my idea of sexy, but it wasn’t as though I had another option. Well. This is as good as it’s going to get. I took a deep breath, rolled my shoulders back and opened the door. The room was dark: a large candle burnt on the table: Patch stood at the foot of the bed, shirtless.

He turned to face me when I walked in. For a moment he looked at me with what I guessed was astonishment. His lips parted as he looked over me and I felt my cheeks flush. For the first time, he looked truly undone.

“Do you feel as if you should sleep, Angel?” asked Patch rather softly.

My blood ran warm. I looked down, aware of how ridiculous I must’ve looked to him.

“No, not really.” I said under my breath. Still looking away from him, a singular notion dawned upon me: I had no idea what to do. I had often thought about how my first time would play out and it excited me. Now, however, the excitement was drowned out by fear; I was firmly in the grips of ignorance and discomfort.

I let my eyes roam over his body. He was lithe, almost wiry yet muscular. He was perfect. I flushed when I met his gaze and realised that he was staring at me.

I looked away, “Sorry,” I stammered. “I’m not really sure what to say. Or what to do.” I tugged nervously on the hem of my towel.

“Let me help you…” he began coyly. “You could always start by listing all the things you find sexy about me.”

As he laughed, my breath left my chest in a grateful rush at the sound. “Is this a test? Or does your ego just need stroking?” I replied.

He took a step closer, and then I was gliding into the circle of his arms. His embrace was like a sanctuary. It was Patch, I trusted him.

“You’re trembling, Angel” Patch stepped back and looked at me with concern. Seeing him like this, uncertain and worried – it nearly made my heart shatter into pieces.

“No thanks to your horrible taste in towels.” I replied only half-jokingly.

He laughed and drew me back safely into his arms, “My apologies. From now on, you can be in charge of all matters towel related.”

As soon as he held me close, the fear melted away – for both of us. His hands travelled up and down soothingly over my back. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, “Fine. But my towel expertise is highly coveted and valuable. I’ll have to bill you for my services.”

I could feel him laugh at that. “I am perfectly happy to oblige. Please advise me on what form of payment you prefer most.”

I looked up at him to respond but my attention strayed to his lips and stayed there. I was barely able to get my reply out, “A kiss would do for now”.

Patch tensed against me. Desire flashed across his face. He placed a light kiss on my forehead and grinned wildly. There, I’ve paid my due.

I returned his smile; you’re going to have to do better than that.

His grin widened.

Instead of replying, Patch lifted me into his arms and walked me to the bed before laying me down gently. As soon as my body hit the mattress, I let out a sigh of bliss and sunk into the comfort of the silk sheets. “You might be lousy at towels but your taste in bed sheets has always been immaculate.”

Patch chuckled as he sat down beside me and pulled me into his lap, “I remember how happy you were the first time you slept over at my place. You loved the sheets. I wanted to make sure you were just as comfortable here.”

“Mission accomplished. I’m never leaving.” I suddenly became aware that I was in my boyfriend’s bed wearing nothing but a towel. My insecurities flared up again. I sought out his shoulder and rested my head against it for a sense of comfort. As though he could tell how I was feeling, Patch drew my body closer to his and wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace. He held me; more tenderly than I had ever been held. As before, the nerves dissolved.

Hooking one finger under my chin, he lifted my mouth towards his lips and whispered under his breath, “I love you, Nora”. Before I had the chance to respond, his mouth was on mine. I immediately sunk into him, taking in his familiar scent of fresh mint. His lips were soft, and the kiss was slow and gentle. It was the kind of kiss that was filled with adoration. His gentle kisses told me I was loved, they told me I was safe.

Slowly, I let go of the towel. Patch stopped me and whispered under his breath, “Angel, are you sure this is what you want?”

I nodded, “I trust you.” And even though I meant it, my voice came out slightly shaky.

A look of worry flashed across his face, “We’ll take it slow. If you feel even the slightest bit unsure, we’ll stop.” And then he let my towel fall off my body. I felt my temperature soar as his eyes raked me. His gaze shifted over my body and back to my face. I could see the hesitation in his eyes, the concern he had for me.

“I’m ok.” I said firmly, taking his hands into mine. “Kiss me.”

He pulled me underneath him and sheltered my body with his own. I wrapped my legs around his hips. When I tightened my grip, I felt his body get hot and his breath ragged. Slowly, he started placing kisses all over my body as I gasped, moaned, and twisted under him. He kissed my lips, down my throat, over my breasts and my stomach; they were tender kisses that told me I was loved; passionate kisses that told me I was desired; soft kisses that told me I was cherished. Both of us pressed as hard as we could to get closer.

Every time he removed an article of clothing from his body, he would stop and ask if it was ok. When there was nothing separating us except skin, he leaned over me slowly and when our bodies finally made contact, I felt him suck in his breath. As if it was too much for him, he leaned back. His hands slid over my hips and landed on the inside of my thighs. I shuddered at the contact. He looked up at me as I stretched my body out. His eyes darkened at the sight. They were filled with hunger – hot and devouring - as he stared at me. I let myself fully take in the sight of his body for the first time. Although I had seen him shirtless many times, I was still in awe of his body: the build of his shoulders, the curve of his biceps, the muscles that lined his abdomen…and, when I shifted my gaze lower, there was something else; an unfamiliar sight. Without meaning to, I started to giggle. I quickly stopped; my own reaction startled me.

Patch laughed at this, “If you’re trying to humble me, it’s working.”

“No! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. You look great.” I said trying and failing to bury a chuckle.

“You don’t sound too convincing, Angel. Maybe I’ll stop.” His feigned sadness made me laugh harder. I placed my arms around his shoulders and pulled him hard against me. As our bodies scraped together, I could feel his pulse jump. He laughed, a low, dark rasp before pressing another kiss to my lips.

Every time he pressed his lips against mine, I felt explosions going off inside my body. His soft kisses gradually became the hard, hot, driving kind. We were glued together, a heady mix of damp skin and body heat. I felt inexpressible relief, a soothing conviction of protection and security, each time he would stop and look up at me with the question of is this ok?

“Are you ready?” He asked, breathlessly.

“Yes but - ” I said, and broke off. “Do you want me to stay still? Or, I don’t know, change my position?” My voice came out shy and unsteady.

I could see a smile curling his lips, “That is the very last thing I’d have you do. I want to see you. Is that ok?”

I nodded my reply.

He aligned his body with mine before whispering, “I’ll be gentle.”

I flinched as the pain flooded through me.

He pressed a soft kiss to my lips, “should I stop?”

“No,” I gasped. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

A look of worry flashed across his face as he paused.

“You’re tense, Angel.” He whispered, concerned. “We’ll stop until your body adjusts and relaxes.”

“Great idea.” I gasped.

I looked up to find him staring at me with awe, “I just want to look at you forever.” He mused.

I laughed underneath him.

“Am I not allowed to admire you?” Patch replied with a light chuckle. He was tracing his fingers through my hair.

“Fine. I’ll allow it for now. Just while we’re waiting for my body to adjust and relax.” I said, making fun of him.

“I’ll admit, out of all the ways I thought you’d react to our first time together, making jokes was at the bottom of my list of predictions.”

“Me too. But as it turns out, there’s plenty of material to poke fun at.”

“Angel, please leave the poking to me.” He smiled coyly.

“Only if you leave the jokes to me.” I replied. We were both laughing by this point.

We stayed like that, laughing and kissing for a while until I felt comfortable to continue. Each time the pain became too much, we would stop to rest. Patch continued to plant soft kisses all over my body while making me moan, laugh and writhe beneath him. His hands were quick and skilled on my body, light touches that made me want more and more while I pressed him to go on. I wrapped myself around his body and didn’t let him go.

When it was over, we lay side by side in each other’s arms. Moonlight streamed into the room and subtly illuminated Patch’s face, at peace and staring back at me with adoration.

“I love you,” he said, his hands in my hair. “I love you.”

I buried my face in his neck and whispered, “I love you too.”

I fell asleep in his arms.

[writtenbyshama]

Eternity

[A Hush Hush one-shot fanfic]

Synopsis: A one-shot fanfic of how I wanted the book Silence(Book 3 of Hush Hush series) to end. This one-shot starts from the part in Silence where Hank Millar has Nora in his clutches and is waiting for her to accept the leadership after his death. 

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|Nora Grey|

"So what'll it be Nora?" Hank asked again. 

I pressed my forehead to the glass partition. Mom was sleeping, blissfully unaware of anything. She didn't know what I had to go through just because she wanted to date Hank. All the events leading up to this moment flashed across my eyes. My jaw clenched in anger at everything. My dad's murder, the fallen angels, the Nephilim people, mom, Hank... Taking a deep breath, I strengthened my resolve. No more of this, I thought, enough is enough. 

My insides were shaking, but I managed to walk back to the chair where I was tied up before. Crossing one leg over the other, I leaned back and gave him a disinterested glance.

"Go ahead and kill us."

The atmosphere around us stilled. Though his face gave away nothing, I could see his eyes widening ever so slightly. I was almost sure he wouldn't, and I tried not to think of the possibility that he might. I desperately wanted Patch to be here, my only light in this darkness I had found myself into. Anyways, he wasn't here, and...and I didn't care now. I was just tired. I decided to say this to creature in front of me.

"I am tired Hank. Like, really tired. I am not interested in leading the army. I just wanted to have a normal life, but you have ruined my chance. So go ahead and kill me. I don't care. You can kill that woman there too." I said, with a casual wave to the glass barrier. 

A few heartbeats passed between us. He glared at me silently, and I could hear the gears turn in his head as contemplated his next move. Whatever. I meant what I said. Minutes later, his eyes flashed and he opened his mouth to speak. 

"Listen here you little..."he never got to finish his sentence as the door to the room crashed inward with a loud bang. 

There, standing at the doorway was Patch. Ah, my love!

I briefly closed my eyes, letting up a silent prayer in happiness. 

Take your mom and get out angel, or do you want to kill him yourself? he asked.

I got up as he moved with an inhuman speed and had Hank in a headlock. I also saw that two another fallen angels were fighting the Nephilim people guarding mom. I quickly made a decision. Going past Patch and Hank to the door, I paused for a moment. 

"Kill him yourself, I am done with everything," was all I said to Patch.

I shook the woman whom I had called my mom all these years, to wake her up. Slowly balancing her on one shoulder, we walked to the car to drive home. 

On the way home, we bumped into Marcie Millar, who for once, didn't badmouth me and just pleaded to take her home. And so I did. Finally, when we reached the farmhouse, I again did the shoulder balance thing and made mom to fall on her bed. Once upstairs, I immediately went to bed, too tired to even change my clothes. 

*****

It was ten in the morning and I was back in my bed after eating some cereal. Vee had called, I had just spoken in an impersonal tone and answered her questions in the best manner I could. Scott had also called, informing that the Nephilim members had found Hank dead in his own home, and the reason was said to be a massive coronary. They all just couldn't believe that he, an immortal had died. The army is in chaos, he had said. It didn't matter to me. I was still a human being, and I didn't have to step in to lead them into war. 

As I lay there, contemplating in silence, I also noticed a change in myself. I had a purpose now. The first thing to do was to open a new bank account, then find a job. If mom disapproved, then moving out and finding a new apartment. Or I could move in with Patch. This thought brought a smile to my face. Speaking of which, I  hadn't seen him since last night. The best thing is to wait, I told myself. He'll come soon. I sighed. Since sleep evaded me, I might as well get up and work toward my purpose. 

Dinner passed on silently, I ate my mushroom pasta going through the classifieds section of the newspaper with a pen in my left hand. I had a new bank account now, all I needed was a job to fill it with money. Mom sat down opposite at the table, desperately trying to get my attention, but getting ignored.

"What are you doing?" she asked finally, pointing to the newspapers on the table. 

"Finding jobs."

The spoon in her had was slammed to the table as she stood up. 

"Nora Grey, it's perfectly unacceptable to juggle work and studies in high school. I will not, as your mother..."

I tossed the spoon on my empty plate and stood up too. "You lost the rights to call yourself as my mother the second you started dating Hank Millar."

Her eyes moistened. "Nora, he is...was..your father.."

"No!"

Steadying myself on the table top, I leaned a little forward. "He may be my biological father, but my dad is Harrison Grey, the one who got murdered a few years ago." 

Her lips quivered and she wiped her eyes. 

"Now look," I said, having no sympathy for her. I was done with trying to always be the one complying with her wishes. 

"If you want me to stay here, you shouldn't bother with anything I do or wherever I go. Otherwise please tell me and I'll move out. I'll somehow manage by myself."

There was a moment of silence. When she looked at me, her eyes were glowing with some unnamed emotion. "Is it because of Patch?" Her voice had a hard edge, all of it directed towards his name.  Anger sliced through my veins, spitting out the answer from my lips.  "It wasn't until now. But now it is."

****

My bed squeaked with more weight and startled me awake. I knew who it was before I turned to face him. 

Patch.

His obsidian eyes raked over my face, and a slow smile appeared. "Hey, angel."

I smiled, sitting up properly to check if he had any wounds and injuries. After satisfying myself, I dropped my head to kiss him. 

"If I get a welcome like this every time I see you.." he trailed off. I playfully slapped his arm and settled comfortably against his chest. 

"So, a coronary huh?"

"Yep, I had some help from the archangels though, otherwise he wouldn't remain dead. What about you? How was your day?" 

I proceeded to tell him everything, from my indifference to mom to me trying to find a job and also thinking that if I have to move, it'll be his place. 

"Well, about that moving in with me part, I like that idea."

I rolled my eyes and laughed. Tilting my head to gaze into the black depths of his eyes, I wished this moment would last for eternity. Not mine or his, but ours. 

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I hope you enjoyed this part! You can also read this story with some extra character aesthetics on Wattpad here.

Happy Reading!

[elettraml]

𝔑𝔬𝔯𝔞 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔓𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥

Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick was one of my absolute favourite saga, when I was in high school ✨❤️. So here we have Nora Gray and Patch Cipriano 💫.

[surv1vra]

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒  ...

patch  cipriano  .  .  . hush  hush  formerly  known  as  jev,  an  archangel  who  has  fallen  from  heaven  with  the  idea  of  becoming  human. 18  years/unknown  +  gabriel  guevara.

jesinia  neilwart  .  .  . the  empyrean a  deaf  scribe  who  has  been  friends  with  violet  sorrengail  since  they  were  children.  she  does  anything  for  her  friend. 22  years  +  fiona  paloma

xaden  riorson  .  .  . the  empyrean  the  son  of  a  leader  of  the  rebellion  that  led  to  him  being  forced  to  be  a  dragon  rider  and  the  leader  of  the  rebellion. 24  years +  taylor  zakhar  perez

aaric  graycastle  .  .  . the  empyrean  the  third  son  of  the  king  and  the  only  child  of  his  to  join  the  rider's  quadrent,  joins  the  rebellion. 21  years  old +  drake  rodger

brennan  sorrengail  .  .  . the  empyrean  the  eldest  son  of  general  sorrengail  and  the  first  of  the  sorrengail  children  to  join  the  rider's  quadrent.  and  a  leader  of  the  rebellion. 28  years  old  +  sam  claflin

[hiddenwashington]

@youllalwaysbemyporcelain said: Was that [BOSS CHAIKAMON SEEMSONGWITTAYA]? Oh no no, that was just [JEV “PATCH” CIPRIANO], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [HUSH, HUSH]. They are [UNKNOWN/ LOOK TWENTY ONE] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.{ooc: atla, can i reserve one of helga hufflepuff’s brothers please?}

accepted! welcome to washington d.c. jev 'patch' cipriano [boss chaikamon seemsongwittaya]! please send in your account within 24 hours! please be sure to take a look at the checklist now that you've arrived! we look forward to seeing you around the city!  **one of helga hufflepuff's brothers is reserved for atlas until 9/7 at 12:18 pm est!

[the-djarin-clan]

“You're mine, Angel," he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. "You have me forever.”

― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

[trine4]

“... If I hadn’t fallen, I wouldn’t have met you.”

[chicagocityofclans]

Jev ‘Patch’ Cipriano → Matthew Daddario, Daniel Sharman, Robert Pattinson and Liam Hemsworth → Human Shifter

→ Basic Information 

Age: 229

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight 

Birthday: October 20th

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Religion: Buddhist

→ His Personality Patch is a complicated soul with a mixed and unusual personality. He just wants to be happy and live in the moment. He keeps his past under wraps and is often accused of keeping more lies than telling the truth by those close to him. Patch doesn’t believe he’s a liar but admits to avoiding questions he does not wish to answer. Keeping his troubled past behind him, Patch can come off as an old soul who is much older than what he seems with the tendency to be warm, kind and bright; just a delight to be around when the moment calls for it. He hates negativity and keeps a small circle of true friends. A circle he doesn’t wish to expand while he works on his self worth and self improvement. Being completely focused on himself lately as dimmined his warmth as he is now oftentimes cold towards those he doesn’t know and easily drop unnecessary criticism or insults. As of lately, Patch's gregarious lifestyle has slowed down. 

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Medical Examiner 

Scars: Yes

Tattoos: Yes

Two Likes: Life and Dancing in the Mirror/Singing in the Shower

Two Dislikes: Negativity and Hypersexualization

Two Fears: Humanity and Global Warming

Two Hobbies: Chillin Like a Villain (Batman - Mr. Freeze) and Expanding His Knowledge

Three Positive Traits: Carefree, Inspiring, Observant

Three Negative Traits: Dismissive, Frugal, Shameless

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Marco Cipriano (Father): Marco looks around the same age as Patch and it freaks Patch out. When he was a child his father was his father but as an adult, Marco has become a close friend, only switching to father mode when warranted. 

Giuseppina Cipriano (Mother): Patch mother is a godsent. Just like Marco, she can pass as a teenager or young adult and Patch is more embarrassed by people trying to hit on her rather than people hitting on his dad.

Sibling Names:

None

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Lisa Caster (Ex-Girlfriend): Patch met Lisa in Canada. They dated for a few months before Patch ended things. She wasn’t his type but she was nice enough for Patch to want to give it a try and see if things would fall in place.

Elena Mcgomery (Ex-Girlfriend): He and Elena dated for a total of five seconds before she jumped over to someone else. When that relationship didn’t work out for her, Elena tried to come back to Patch but he wasn’t having it. 

Akasha Humbaba (Ex-Girlfriend): Akasha meant the world to him and Patch had nearly proposed to her. However, Akasha's parents had different plans and left with her. Patch tried many times but could never find her again.

Giulia Depp (Ex-Girlfriend): Giulia was a local human shifter that his parents tried to hook him up with but after a few dates they agreed to be just friends. 

Jane Swan (Ex-Girlfriend): Jane was one of his recent girlfriends that praticed polygamy without Patch knowing about it. It didn’t last when he found out.

Platonic Connections:

Churchill Darling (Best Friend): Church is more like family to Patch than some of the other human shifters.

Judson Cleirigh (Best Friend): Judson introduced Patch to another view of the supernatural world.

Robert Fischer (Best Friend): Patch has known Robert since childhood and sees him as an older brother.

Vincent Kane (Good Friend): Patch has known Vincent since childhood and sees him as an older brother.

Ronan Cleirigh (Good Friend): Ronan is Judson’s dad and puts up with a lot of their antics. 

Sirius Cobic (Bossman): Just like Ronan, Sirius puts up with a lot of his bullshit and Patch is grateful.

Ryan Cleirigh (Godson): Ryan is Judson’s son and Patch godson. He loves the little bugger. 

Monteith Burns (Friend): Monty is one of the newer members and Patch tries to include him in his outings. 

Adelaide Blanchette (Friend): Addie is one of the newer members and Patch tries to include her in his outings.

Jia Cleirigh (Friendly): Jia throws the best parties and has wicked charms Patch love getting his hands on. 

Rachel Sloane (Friendly): Patch noticed her in the Underground when she was human and when she was turned into a vampire. 

Hostile Connections:

Jaxson Idris (Hate):  There’s no need for anyone to follow or try to annoy the crap out of Patch but Jax seems to mess with him on purpose. 

Louis Martin-Rovet (Dislike): Judson has told him about Louis and the rats keeping an eye on him. 

Pets:

‘Bastian (Monkey): He didn’t steal it and it’s not illegal. That’s the important part. 

→ History Jev was born to Marco and Giuseppina in the Tuscany region of Italy. Their family was successful at finding new faces and building identities for people who needed to get lost. Their family followed the old way of practicing changing smaller aspects of themselves. Instead of changing their entire appearance to someone who already existed, they practiced changing their eye color, hair color, jaw structure, age appearance, body type and/or other structures and features. That’s where Jev earned the nickname Patch. He had a hack for patching together unbelievable faces. Patch was around the age of 14, when his parents offered Sirius and his followers’ new identities for the New World. Patch parents were intrigued and knew a lot of people from that world would need a fresh start or be a breeding place for new face shifts. That started their journey with nearly 60 other human shifters towards Ruperet’s Land where Sirius had planned to join the Hudson’s Bay Company in the fur trading business but also to establish homes in the mining and industrial towns across Canada and the United States. 

That’s how they continued for a few years as Patch learnt about other supernatural creatures, he only heard stories about as a child. His first supernatural friend that wasn’t a human shifter was a moose that was caught by hunters. Patch helped him out of the bind, and they became close friends. It was then that Patch and Vincent created a way to help those animal shifters that needed protection from hunters. They got paid and built relationships with the locals. They ran into a group of vampires from Iceland and Norway, who had heard rumors about Canada having longer nights. Patch parents helped them with new identities but beyond that they were no help to them. Patch bonded with one of their Zygotes but lost contact with her after her change. Next was Judson and Ronan Cleirigh, a group of warlocks that came up wanting to help their cursed cousin. Patch bonded immediately with Judson and they’ve been attached by the hip since. It didn’t take much to convince Sirius to move them down to Chicago. It was a new town and Judson had hinted towards their large number of different species and lawlessness. Their reformed family of 213 human shifters slowly left Canada and traveled down to Illinois. 

They acted as mediators when they first arrived. Taking payments to privately help solve supernatural on supernatural crimes, street robbery, murder, petty thievery, prostitution, rape, missing children and poaching. Taking note from New York, Philadelphia and Boston, Sirius pushed to establish and form the Chicago Police Department. Patch wasn’t really interested as he spent most of his time with the Cleirigh family or Underground with the vampires. Judson introduced him to the world of travel and the vampires were pure entertainment as they expanded the Underground. It wasn’t until the early 1900s that Patch joined the force, but he found himself more comfortable among the dead in the morgue and helping the vampires by faking the deaths of their zygotes when the time called for it. He plans on remaining in the said position until it is time to take over his parents’ business. Patch gets by, by changing his face every few years or simply aging face up like his parents thought him.

→ The Present Patch is working towards getting his godson, Ryan together with his coworker, Kate. They’re a perfect match for each other and have been running circles around each other for months. Patch had recently told Kate that Ryan likes her too and that the poor boy is too shy to ask her out. He plans on telling Ryan the same thing to get things moving. This decade seems to be the decade of love because Patch is also trying to find a special someone for Churchill too. Churchill denies needing someone but Patch thinks that having someone special is always worth it. He is worried that Churchill will single forever or possibly sleep with the wrong person and cause a lot of drama. Patch has been working on building Church a new face and identity for when shit hits the fan or whenever he agrees to start dating again.

[bramblrose]

“Your mine, angel. And I won't let anything change that.”

[plutodanhallice]

Si eso no es amor, es lo mejor que tengo.

Hush Hush Series - Silence

[frasesdelasagahushhush]

[inbooksfreedom]

“I'm a mad man for your touch girl, I've lost control I'm gonna make this last forever don't tell me it's impossible”

[mydeepy-thoughts]

Te amo desde antes de que tu supieras que me amabas

Patch Cipriano

[li-tez]

OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY FUCKING SATAN EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! HUSH HUSH IS FINALLY GETTING A GODDAMNED MOVIE AND OH MY GOD I DON’T KNOW HOW TO REACT

WE ARE FINALLY GOING TO SEE PATCH ON THE BIG SCREEN!!!!