#living with werewolves and rampages are just a part of life

[handelplayssims]

Welcome back once more! Bed time for Lou! Breakfast for Celene. Bianca and Rory have work at 9AM so a quick nap for Rory and...well, I guess Bianca can do whatever. It’s a work-from-home day for her anyway! Speaking of which! Work from home assigments are… level up in gaming and check in at the arts center. Right! Let’s just enjoy some tunes first and then we’ll head out. ...and then her werewolf temperment kicked in. Welp. Annnnd the self-improvement thing about the pack kicked in. Welp times 2! I’ll bring a book with me to the arts center.

Check-in time and hey! We now have 100 followers! And also evidently we’re trending. Nicely done Bianca. Second is to game but first! We read! And I spot a +3 angry moodlet from Bianca having to think with this reading. She’s got that Wolf Brain that doesn’t like the smart things! Hehe. Well note to self, next time try sparring. So we read, now let’s enjoy some artwork before heading home.

Bianca’s home and it’s time to GAME! Both for Bianca and for Celene, who still has that whim. Also Lou is now dangerously angry, for being awake and being an excitable wolf who was watching the tv. What a boy. Back to bed. Annnd Bianca’s at video gaming 3! ...and Lou is rampaging. The usual way of life around here it seems. Rory’s back from work! ...and is exhausted. The life of a player that rotates rapidly between Sims that are played. Nap time! ...and I just noticed Bianca is also getting steadily enraged from playing these video games. She is also an excitable wolf who is super-stimulated by moving lights.

Oooh now this is a question. Because likes and dislikes are based on moods at the end of an action and she ended it with ever-increasing rage of the wolf coming in. ...hmm. I think I’ll put a pin on this one. It depends on what mindset she is and if she acknowledges gaming is a dangerous thing for her to be doing. So I’ll keep it neutral. Lou’s out of his rage and Rory’s cleaning up his messes… just as Bianca goes into her rage. Welp. Lou managed a sucessful pacification though! And made Bianca his official girlfriend. Woo. And to top it off? Woohoo. Anyway, food, toilet and sleep for Bianca, joining everyone else in slumber, while Lou just naps. Or maybe it’s a full sleep? Either or, let’s wake him up. ...I still didn’t think to have him properly smooch Bianca to clear off that whim. Alas and alack. Let’s drop off a book we have in our inventory off to pack resources since we already have it and then...work off this rage I suppose. Let’s go for a run! And it’s 5AM so it’s time for!

Neighborhood Watch!

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Boring. Let’s continue onwards shall we? Lou’s second whim is to listen to tunes and uh, the problem is is that’d make him enraged even more. Hmm. Rory’s up annnd, she wants to fight. Man. Though it seems to have cleared off via just shouting forbidden words. Good for you Rory. With Lou’s temperments being as they are, I’m going to try to keep him up until 10 and then send him to bed.

Huh. Also this happened. Kinda hard to maintain a feud when it’s just bad blood between two Alphas, I suppose. Also Lou’s about to rampage again, thanks to his flirty mood. Weeeelp. Anyway, bedtime for Lou and breakfast for Celene. Fruit Salad, by the by. Whims for Celene are to make enemies with Bianca...which honestly, I think we might want to go the other way at this point, and to clean something up. That whim only pops up if there’s actually something to clean in the first place so let’s clean stuff up! Dirty sink be-gone! Celene is such a good roommate. Let’s see, her aspiration is to poke people into things, such as relationships, alongside high charisma and many friends. Let’s make better friends with Minerva Charm! She’s always asking for dates so why not get to know her better? ...also I might want to think about making Celene a spellcaster with all of the Charm family as friends. And before we get to chatting, evidently we do some weeding first. This lot came with plants to garden with and I never think about them at all. Mostly because our sims aren’t gardening folks.

Oooh, Bianca’s come home from work and she now has the choice between being an Internet Celebrity and a PR person. It’s time for internet fame and fortune. It’s time to be that personality. ...also, of course, she gets the Fear of a Dead End job as soon as she gets that promotion. Blech.

Lou is awake and...wants to swipe something. Hmph. I mean, sure but we got two gals who need to explore the tunnels first! Annnd now he’s flirty. ...it’ll be time for another rampage soon. Rory has also returned from work with a stressed moodlet and a fear of dead-end job. At least it’s for both of them. And now Lou needs to explore as well. TO THE PORT-A-POTTY ENTRANCE! Rory and Bianca finished their explorations and so did Lou. Alas, Lou is nearly fully enraged. But Bianca and Celene had a chat by the music stand and hey, now they are actually friends again! Wooo! Thankfully, Bianca could pacify him as well. I pacify you, you pacify me. A good teamwork there.

Oooh, so Lou did a mischief automatically on Rory and man, did she not like it. She got a hurt sentiment from it! Hot-headed folks don’t like pranks being pulled on them and their relationship dropped. Welp, that’ll be fun! Anyway, real quick, let’s see about Lou swiping something. Looking over his relationships for ideas and...ooh, Dina Caliente. Vampire! STEAL THINGS FROM VAMPIRES! Annnd they only have a few lights I can steal. Rude. Very rude. But he is enraged by the music! SMASH! SMASH MUSIC! Make music stop! And then I spot that people left the desk area so I can swipe a light. Nicely done Lou. Now to introduce ourself to Lilith and then pull some pranks. As ya do! And then Lou got hungry so it’s off to the nearby bar to pick up something to eat and then to drink. And then promptly walk right back out because LOUD NOISES. Anyway, it’s 5AM so it’s time for!

Neighborhood Watch!

Strangerville: The Silversweater household recently moved in.

Oooh, have fun in strange town Simeon!

Cayla Ferris in the Ferris household retired from her job as a Seasoned Thespian in the Actress career.

Oasis Springs: The Ojeda household recently moved out.

Brindleton Bay: The Saito household has moved in.

Kelly Calloway in the Calloway household has died. Kelly struck a finger in a plug and electricity came out.

Everything happen all at once eh?

[vamprxism]

Handsome? Sure he wasn't bad to look at. Though there was a suffocating air around him, and he spoke like someone who had carbon monoxide poisoning-- or a really bad fucking batch of blow. She should know, the kids in the graveyard would sniff paint if they got the chance. Vicki on the other hand, always did opt for something of stronger taste. Something that doesn't go down as easily as everything else, and burns every step of the way. She was a sucker for a bleeding heart, not counting her own.

"Yeah, alright- but if you start making faces i'm out." There's a low hum as she rattles her brain for things that she did, the bad- it was always easy to find. After all, everyone loved to point it out. "Almost killed said boyfriend- got all blood high and crazy. Um- was attacked in the woods, woke up- attacked again. Partied with the dude that tried to kill me." Tongue pokes to the inside of her cheek and she's tapping her chin. "Fucked the guy that tried to kill me, like- multiple times. Then he actually killed me. Werewolves really have nothing on me, I'd say I'm more like a cat. Nine lives." Her eyes roll, not sure if it's to him or herself. "Or a cockroach."

The good die young, and the rest of them just live on forever. She'd hardly call that a fair trade. "When my brother applied for college, I was so afraid of him leaving that I went on a two week binge with some-- group-- I met that summer. I didn't call or text for two weeks.. randomly woke up in a hospital the next town over. No phone, wallet, no fancy compulsion to eye fuck my way outta' it. He came to get me, was afraid if he went to college out of state, despite getting in, that I'd end up in a ditch somewhere. And I felt relief. Happy. That he was stuck here in Mystic falls with me." I was always afraid he'd leave too. But she leaves that part out. She shrugs, taking a sip from the glass in her hand. "Vampire? Year and a half? Maybe?" A burden to society? Her entire life. "What about you?" Vicki hummed, giving him a once over. "You look like you've got murderous rampage written all over your pretty face. Takes one to know one, you know?"

"but you ran into the most handsome person in the room instead. easy mistake to make. shhh, keep going, i'm getting something out of this." getting something indeed. never before, all night long, has he met someone who's not only taken this question so seriously but played this game oh so well to boot. "and have you taken any of this to the maury show? or just to strangers at parties? no, it's great, i'm torn between wow get a load of this trainwreck fascination and why is she still talking to me irritation, and i can't look away." kai laughs to himself, though, because yeah, he sure can get a load of the vampirism all over her; makes a mental note to start counting vampires at this party like sheep if he starts feeling sleepy. "yikes, you're not so good at this, huh? how long have you been sucking necks?" he mastered the whole thirst and compulsion thing in record speed, but hey, he's built different.

[dumbjockgirl]

AU where the Eternians/First Ones were Vampires, so Adora is a vampire, but not…activated? Like with InuYasha where he’s a half-demon but there’s like a requirement for him to kind of be the demon part

It’s like in Skyrim with the Dawnguard where if you go to Serena’s home with her, there’s a kind of ritual to become a vampire lord

The Sword of Protection is a daylight/Silver blade for like fighting werewolves or something. When used correctly, it can calm a starving vampire or defend against them should they go feral same thing.

Kind of same thing happens but she keeps the vampire stuff a secret. To blend in. Light Hope performs the ritual and it like unlocks the vampirism. She feels the insane thirst for blood and barely manages to live the night. Bow and Glimmer help her of course. She refuses to feed. She keeps her sword on her at all times.

Catra would be a were-cat and would be transforming into a panther. She would understand Adora if she knew, but she doesn’t. She finds her easily because she can smell her but she smells different after a while

It does all happen differently though

They get trapped together and Adora won’t look at her and it takes a toll, like what is her problem or did she finally lose her after all

Adora is actually the one wanting a portal so she can be with her kind and like not be a danger to everyone because she’s afraid she can’t stop herself and she doesn’t know how to control the like vampire venom of her fangs and she’s ashamed of herself and feels like a monster

She thought it would be a good thing at the time because she would be stronger and help people but she didn’t consider that she would have to feed for the rest of her life

Catra still sees her as like the enemy because she left and turned against them of course but more now because she’s different

But she sees how Adora is fighting with herself and it sticks with her but still enemies, a surprise tool that will help them later

Instead of like the infection, it’s that the sword like dies or something

Vampire Adora kind of goes on a rampage but manages not to drink from anyone and gets chained up

Hordak is also a like Trying to do a portal for of course the reasons and it still won’t work unless the like land is together or at least like balanced

Adora smashes the working sword to pieces because she decides for herself that if making the portal would destroy this world, she would give up the chance of returning to her true home and after knowing what they did, she can take that sacrifice even if it means she will need to really discipline herself for the safety of others

Doesn’t work because Light Hope does the thing

The Horde Prime comes and same stuff happens

Adora learns that she doesn’t feel the like thirst or anything after the sword breaks but she is weakened and stuff but still manages along

When Catra does the call, she hears how weak she sounds and tells her to just go home once she gives them Glimmer

Adora of course doesn’t and same stuff happens but instead of like the She-ra returns scene it’s like this:

Catra is like “I know what you are and you’re killing yourself for everyone if you don’t feed— you don’t have the choice anymore” and before she lets herself fall off the cliff, she forces Adora to drink even just a little bit of her blood between lucidity of the chipped possession

Adora is forced to transform but into her like full self I guess at full power and she jumps. Breaks her legs still. Stands holding dying Catra in her arms and like escapes

When returning she takes one of Catra’s claws to cut herself enough for her to be able to reanimate her heart by actually physically doing it herself and help her heal like in Underworld Awakening

They hug and like Adora still won’t feed but she still doesn’t really feel a need to till they get back home

The stuff happens and at the end Catra forces her wrist into Adora’s mouth to force her to bite down and feed, but she doesn’t heal and Catra becomes distraught because she knows it’s too late she’s lost her

She’s like ‘you don’t have to do this alone, Adora, you didn’t let *me*, did you? You didn’t give up don’t start now I love you’ and it ends about the same

[kbetacygni]

take two

(i don’t think i can include gifs anymore. maybe that’s what broke my post. and yet the gifs were so important. i’m crying real tears of sterek) 

(i also don’t think i can do a “keep reading” thing bc maybe that’s also what broke my post, so i’m sorry for clogging up everyone’s dash) 

WELCOME TO A CRASH COURSE ON STEREK 

dear @mimsyaf​ and anyone else who wants to hear me ramble about teen wolf: let me introduce you to stiles stilinski, derek hale, and conspicuously absent scott mccall who i will actually not be introducing you to. 

“The baby” is Mieczyslaw “Stiles” Stilinski, who is not the “teen wolf” because he is human. He’s the “research guy” in every supernatural-crime-drama show. He’s hyperactive-awkward, goofy-anxious (he acts as the show’s comedy relief), witty and extremely stubborn, and drinks I Love My Friends juice every morning. He lives with his dad, the Sheriff (his mom passed away when he was a kid and it was just. horrible and he still deals with it), and he sometimes has panic attacks. He also drinks I Love My Dad juice every morning, and likewise his dad drinks I Love My Son juice. In Season 3 part 2 he gets possessed by a demon trickster fox spirit and goes on a murder rampage all while making dark sex eyes at everything, which is hot very terrifying and bad and genuinely pretty traumatic for stiles, too, so i’m sorry. (shoutout to dylan o’brien’s acting skills, teen wolf is so bad sometimes (all the time) but his work really shines through. buddy’s gonna get an oscar some day). In Season 1 and 2 he has a buzzcut which is probably where you’re getting the baby feelings. 

“The brooding dark one who is clearly a werewolf and also not a teen” is Derek Hale who, as you guessed, is a werewolf but is also not the “teen wolf” because he’s. he’s just not. (Canonically his age is… very mixed because he was supposed to be three years older than Stiles in the pilot, and then somewhere down the line they racked up his age so it’s just confusing.) He’s very angsty/incredibly traumatized with a heart of gold. (The trauma thing happens pre-show and it’s… astronomically bad. won’t go into all the details but when he was a teen he got (really inappropriately horribly) manipulated by a werewolf hunter who then burned most of his family alive. and this is only one of the two traumatic events in his life). Anyways. He’s also not a police officer [see footnote 1], he’s in fact been arrested for accused murder and serial-killing and murdery things, despite the fact that Derek Hale Has Never Done Anything Wrong Ever and Stiles Stilinski will Die Defending That Truth. At one point he became an Alpha werewolf after killing his uncle, Peter Hale, who was an alpha who got his power by murdering his niece, Derek’s sister Laura Hale, who inherited her alpha power from their mother Talia Hale who was super badass and regal and it sucks that we only see her through one flashback some random dude. (also peter is resurrected and now serves as annoying villain / sassy comic relief / reluctant supporter to the pack). Alphas have Beta werewolves, which make up a pack. In canon Derek was kind of a shitty alpha to his betas, but to be fair, Derek was never taught how to be an alpha before his family died, and he’s literally like. 22 or something maybe. A lot of fanfics center around Derek healing and forming a supportive and strong pack (especially Stiles showing Derek that it’s okay to trust people and care about people because they care about you too). He has an awesome fidget spinner back tattoo.

And finally, assuming that the werewolf teenage cast member from the Crucible and the brooding policeman some guy of Eastern European descent are Stiles and Derek… Yes. They do bang [see footnotes 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6] among other things like deep declarations of love and companionship and the promise that they’ll take care of each other (god i wish this were true).

(mimsy if you can believe this, there were so many important gifs in my original essay. and now they are lost in time. like... tears... in rain.) 

(anyways i feel the urge to expand on all my thoughts of sterek and why they fit together so well but that’s legitimately going to take a thousand words so I’ll just say. They’re good together. Sun and moon.) 

(also i… actually don’t know what the werewolf lifespan is, because there’s one werewolf that shows up in a WW2 flashback and is still pretty much the same in the present day. but your reverend hale thing is giving me ideas.) 

Extra note: Beacon Hills Police Department unfortunately does not allow babies on the police force but they do allow Stiles to basically do whatever the hell he wants re: Charlie Kelly conspiracy boards because remember, Stiles’ dad is the sheriff! (and also later in the show Stiles joins the FBI so he’s. there) 

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[1] despite what the “Deputy Derek Hale” Ao3 tag may lead you to believe. 

[2] they don’t. i’m sorry i lied. canonically they don’t. 

[3] but as veterans of a certain karate show with a certain two people who do certain things, we can… see. 

[4] in all honesty sterek was... massively queerbaited, like during so many cons and events the actors and the producer were like “maybe sterek will happen in the tv show, idk, we’ll see [wink wink].” promo material for new seasons sometimes overemphasized sterek scenes to increase engagement. many actors on the show (including, i think, both actors for stiles and derek?) said that they supported sterek. and there was literally a video where stiles and derek’s actors CUDDLED on a boat and said things like “we’re on a ship pun intended”… but anyways all of this shows the gorilla grip that sterek had on the entire show, even though it wasn’t canon. and regardless of canonity, in my opinion stiles and derek had the best character flavor-development-dynamic of the entire show. 

[5] i hope you are astounded by the fact that on ao3 sterek ranks among the top three ships (with johnlock and destiel ahead). 

[6] in my sterekposting heart and in all the sterek fics i’ve read. they are so ridiculously in love that it hurts. they live and they heal and hold each other and where one goes the other follows and also derek sneaks into stiles’ bedroom through the window that’s just the free space bingo square for every sterek fic

[jonnyparable]

Cottage Hills : The Red Chamber Part II

Into the Woods

On the other side of the woods, Olkan the huntsman lives with his partner, Zack the Servo, unaware that Won has been hiding in their forest home.

Over the summer, Zack and Olkan got married, having met here in the woods last year when Mary came looking for clues about her father's whereabouts, and brought Zack along.

Zack was built by aspiring inventor, and blacksmith's apprentice, Gray, who initially designed him to help the locals with their work, but had to hide him away from his grouchy mentor Saibara, who hates new-fangled technology and robots. When Saibara did find out about Zack, he reported them both to the police for crimes against nature, but Harris ultimately decided that no real crime had been committed, and that Zack was free to live his life like any other contributing member of the community. Saibara never really warmed up to Zack however, and always considered him an abomination.

When Olkan proposed, however, Gray decided that Zack, like any other Sim, had the right to do what made him happy, and gave the pair his blessing. He was even there to give Zack away at their wedding. Besides, after seeing Saibara's response to Zack, Gray figured he would probably be better off living in the woods with Olkan, with no knowledge of the sinister events unfolding within its depths...

Servo and the Beast

Summer is over, and after living together for a while, Zack, not needing any sleep, noticed that at night, Olkan disappears and reappears looking a little worse for wear in the morning, and will never talk about where he went. One night, Zack decides to go look for Olkan. He can hear a strange howling and worries that Olkan might be in danger.

As he ventures out alone into the woods, he senses something behind him and as he slowly turns around, hears the growls and snarls of a ferocious werewolf! Zack has no programed sense of fear for werewolves however, and his sensors only show that the creature before him is none other than his sweet husband, Olkan.

Yes, Olkan is secretly a werewolf. As they talk under the stars, Olkan tells Zack that he comes from a family of peaceful druids, but long ago, when he was just a boy, his family was savaged by a rogue werewolf, and while they died, he alone survived, but became cursed to live as a werewolf.

He spent his life moving from town to town, leaving whenever the people found out about him. Olkan's been living in these woods for some time, and has tried not to make any friends, and has kept people out of the woods, especially at night. Olkan apologises, saying he had never meant to hide this part about himself from Zack, but he was worried that Zack might be repulsed by his lycanthropy and run away, like everyone else. Turns out, as a knowledge Sim, Zack is super into it, and as a Servo, doesn't see any difference between Olkan's human form and Werewolf form, apart from an increased metabolic rate and body hair, and Zack loves Olkan, regardless of how he looks or what he may be.

Meanwhile...

A Familiar Face

Back at Won's hideout, Won has been meditating, and building up his strength. He's slowly been building up enough energy to summon Moguai, the ancient guardian spirit of his ancestors, and Grand Familiar to every Moshu warlock, to help him in his time of need.

Won manages to summon Moguai out from the shadowy ether, calling out to him through the ages.

Won:

"Oh great Moguai! Hear my voice and come to me! Have pity, oh great ancestral guardian! With my last ounce of strength, I offer thee libations! Come forth and partake of..."

Moguai :

"Yes, yes I heard you. Keep your filthy libations, you pitiful waste of a Moshu."

Won:

"You-You're the great Moguai...?"

Moguai :

"Yes, what of it? Don't tell me you're disappointed. That's my line."

Won:

"You're a cat."

Moguai :

"And you're a dismal stain on the Moshu name! At least your eyes work, that much is certain. I've been watching you flail about this ridiculous village. How you've allowed yourself, the last of the Moshus to be foiled repeatedly by these unwashed country bumpkins is truly beyond me. "

Won:

"Well, that's not fair, I did..."

Moguai:

"Silence! You were sent here to reclaim the Stolen Manuscript of your forefathers, and to bring karmic pestilence upon the thieving little pustules who live here. You have failed miserably and now while you've been hiding like a rat in these woods and crying in your sleep, these insipid fools have somehow come into possession of the Golden Cup cure-all, and are now immune to all your pathetic poisons! Not only that, but your idiotic bumbling has drawn the attention of that Elmsley Witch. How do you plan to keep your promise to your father now? "

Won :

"I managed to elude capture, didn't I? And I did put out their sacred flame last summer when I attacked the church..."

Moguai:

"If only your father could hear you moaning now. Your artless rampage through that insignificant little Church drew the attention of the entire community, and for what? You're no better than a common vandal, unbecoming of a Moshu. You're not worthy of the Moshu name! "

Won:

"I attacked the church because I was searching for the stolen manuscript there. I'm certain the manuscript is hidden away somewhere in the church, but I couldn't find it... If I could only go back, I'm sure I..."

Moguai:

"Enough! Hmmm... in the church you say? How typical. If it's truly there, I will find it. Leave the manuscript to me. If you're to be of any use to the Moshu name, you'll need to get your cauldron, ingredients and spell books back, since you let the town's constable and his stupid moustache seize the lot! Family heirlooms no less, for shame!"

Won:

"Well, on that front, I have had one idea! A disguise!"

[nightingaletrash]

Companions Rewrite: Joining the Silver Hand

Based on this post that inspired an in tags rant over an idea for a rewrite that I decided to write up and flesh out.

The premise is that you are given a choice during the story: to remain loyal to the Companions and embrace your beastly nature, or to betray them and join the Silver Hand.

The divergence begins right after your transformation, when you wake up in the woods after massacring your way through Whiterun with Aela commenting on he nature of your rampage. You can agree that the experience was exhilirating, or express horror towards what you have done. Either way, Aela reveals that she and Skjor have brought you to a ruined fort being used by the Silver Hand and that the next step of your initiation is to fight the werewolf hunters. Skjor has already gone on ahead and it is time to join him.

Aela and the Player fight through to the bottom of the ruins and arrive just as Skjor is cut down. The leader of the hunters, Krev the Skinner, recognises you as the werewolf that the Companions set loose in Whiterun. They offer you a choice - aid the Silver Hand and in return they will help you to seek out a cure for your condition, or be hunted down and slain.

Choosing to stay loyal to the Companions leaves the storyline more or less in tact. You join Aela on her quest to avenge Skjor, protect the Companions from the Silver Hand, and fulfill Kodlak’s dying wish.

Choosing to betray the Companions and join the Silver Hand triggers a boss fight with a furious Aela, who manages to escape before she is slain. She then sets out on her quest for vengeance alone while the Player is granted a place in the Silver Hand.

Given that you're a werewolf, most of the hunters don't trust you and believe you'll either turn on them or need to be put down. However Krev promises that they have begun work on searching for a cure and that in the meantime your abilities could prove useful in tracking down the vengeful Aela. You then proceed to hunt Aela across Skyrim, repelling her attacks on Silver Hand bases and fighting any other werewolves she has rallied to her side, until you eventually track her to a shrine of Hircine, where she seeks the aid of her Prince.

The Prince answers Aela's call and brings both her and the Player to the Hunting Grounds to settle your dispute once and for all. You then have to track and hunt Aela through the area, laying ambushes and avoiding her's until finally doing battle. Naturally, the fight ends in Aela’s defeat - you can then choose to offer her her life in exchange for ending the practice of turning Companions into werewolves and hunting mortals, but she refuses and you are forced to kill her. Hircine congratulates your victory and sends you back to Tamriel. Ask him for a cure, however, and he will spurn the Player and say that they are as blind to his gift as Kodlak and Vilkas.

Upon returning to the Silver Hand's camp, you learn that they have succeeded in securing the cooperation of the Whiterun Guard in an upcoming raid on Jorrvaskr where they plan to put an end to the werewolves once and for all, and they want the Player to take part.

Upon arriving near Whiterun, you are confronted by Vilkas and Farkas for your betrayal and murder of Aela. You can try to convince the brothers that the Companions have no honour as they turned a new and out of control werewolf loose in the city and endangered innocent lives in doing so, and that the Silver Hand are searching for a cure - if you can pass the skill check you can convince the brothers to join you in your quest for justice and a cure. They refuse to take part in the raid however. If the check fails, the twins will warn you to leave while you can and return to Jorrvaskr to prepare for the raid.

When participating in the raid, you can kill or incapacitate the non-werewolf members of the Companions that you come across, which leaves Kodlak (and Vilkas and Farkas if the latter two were not convinced) at the mercy of the Player.

After successfully wiping out the werewolves in Whiterun, you return to the Silver Hand camp (Vilkas and Farkas are present if they were convinced to seek out a cure). Krev then reveals that they've made a breakthrough on the cure and that they will need to go to the curse's source - the Glenmoril Witches.

The Witches parlay with the Player and agree to cure them of the curse, but only if the Player can retrieve a specific item. They must retrieve Kodlak's heart.

The cure is to draw the beast spirit from the Player (and Vilkas and Farkas, if present) and attach it to Kodlak's soul before he passes over to the Hunting Grounds. Again, the Player must succeed in persuading Vilkas and Farkas into going along with the Witches' cure. Failing results in the twins leaving, as Vilkas acknowledges that dying at the Player’s hands will simply make matters all the more easy for them.

Of course, Kodlak's body is due to be burned, so the Player must succeed in reaching him and cutting out his heart before it is too late. To do so, the Player must fight through the remaining Companions, decimating the group and destroying them once and for all.

After retrieving the heart, the Player brings it back to the Glenmoril Witches who then begin the ritual. They draw the wolf spirit out of the Player and the twins, and attach it to Kodlak's soul, carrying them to the Hunting Grounds and purging the curse of Lycanthropy from them once and for all.

Krev congratulates you on your success and offers to induct you into the group officially once you have passed one final test: to kill the Glenmoril Witches.

Enraged at this betrayal, the Witches attack only to be destroyed by the Player and the Hand. Krev is pleased with the destruction of the curse’s source, and inducts the Player into the group. If Balgruuf is the Jarl, he will grant Jorrvaskr to the Silver Hand as a proper base of operations, allowing the group to better organise.

If Vignar is Jarl, he will oppose all attempts to install the Silver Hand into Jorrvaskr due to their destruction of the Companions. The Player has to perform a few tasks to make the pressure to install the Hand in Jorrvaskr insurmountable - killing werewolves and take their hides and then using those hides to show the people in Whiterun that werewolf activity is on the rise and that the Silver Hand is best suited to tackle the problem, then going to higher ranking citizens and convincing them that to leave Jorrvaskr to decline is a waste of money and will lead to a decline in the hold’s morale. Eventually Vignar will be unable to oppose the will of his people and will begrudgingly turn Jorrvaskr over to the Silver Hand.

Once the Hand is set up in Jorrvaskr, Krev will then task the Player with recovering artefacts of the Silver Dawn, be that information on werewolves that could be useful for hunting and killing them or arms and armour that they used, or artefacts that could otherwise be preserved in Jorrvaskr in place of the Companions’ relics.

You can now take jobs to hunt werewolves and some citizens will express disgust towards the Companions for harbouring werewolves and thank you for putting an end to it. However you may find yourself attacked by any remaining Companions or sympathisers in random encounters, and the Greymane family will be hostile towards the Player regardless of Civil War allegiance due to your destruction of the group.

If Farkas and Vilkas survived the story but didn’t take the cure, they will appear as a random encounter and you will be forced to kill them.

[thechangeling]

Your heartbeat is disguised as mine.

This is a platonic oneshot between my OC Janessa Williams and Kit Herondale. Full disclosure, I am a nonbinary person writing about a binary Trans woman. I pulled all of the information for constructing Nessie's background and character profile from other peoples stories both fictional and real. If I have spread misinformation of any kind or written anything that members of the community find offensive, please let me know! I will fix it immediately. Also I'm a useless Demisexual so sometimes I blur the lines between romantic and platonic too much, but hopefully this reads as platonic. Enjoy!

Janessa Williams was in trouble.

It wasn't like this was an uncommon occurrence. Nessie had spent the majority of her life weaving in and out of dangerous situations, but in her defense it usually wasn't her fault.

Kids picking on her when she was younger because she was wearing "girls clothes." Angry people yelling obscenities at her while she was walking home and men threatening to beat her up in the middle of crowded places when she was still transitioning and looked more "obvious" according to some people. Whatever the fuck that meant. And Nessie knew it probably would have been even worse if she hadn't been white.

She relished in the fact that now she was a vampire she was essentially invincible. Like many other people, becoming a downworlder was a source of safety. Which is why it was so painful to hear shadowhunters talk about how "tragic" the creation of vampires and werewolves was.

There were girls whispering behind her back in high school. Just trying to go to the bathroom without there being some sort of public debate amongst her teachers and principal was also a factor.

Jenessa was certainly no stranger to conflict or adversity. But this? This was something else entirely.

Before she had died. Nessie had actually made a decent connection with other members of her community. Even making casual acquaintances was comforting. The queer community overall could be a bit of a shit show at times. With exclusionists, TERFs and biphobes rampaging about. But getting the chance to talk to other trans people was incredible. Especially Bi trans people like herself. But despite that she still felt as though something was missing.

Janessa still felt distant and isolated despite the fact that she now had everything she wanted. It was like a dark black cloud had plagued her for all of her teenage years. Depression. It wasn't just due to being in the closet or not being able to be her true self. It was just there. Corrupting her brain and dragging her down into despair.

It was that same despair that had lead to her death. And when she was reborn as a member of the undead, at first she hadn't exactly been grateful. But in time she had found her footing. Music, therapy, a new community of downworlders who were diverse, powerful and brilliant. She moved from LA to basically all over with her band. All of these things helped Janessa re shape herself and her new life into something better. Something stronger.

But yet she still felt a little isolated at times. A little incomplete. Like she was waiting for something.

Fuck that sounded so pathetic. But it was true. Or at least it was true until a wayward mess of a shadowhunter had wandered into the bar Nessie and her band played regular gigs at, looking for information on a particular downworlder.

Janessa was not pleased. She knew she needed to get this asshole far away from her and her people.

Kit certainly had other ideas. It would not be the last time they disagreed on something.

But she had noticed something that day. Something in his eyes. That same lost look of despair she recognized in herself. This of course hadn't stopped her from calling him an angelic, inbred, self righteous asshole and he had thrown his head back and laughed.

Despite Nessie's better judgement, she had decided to trust him that day. He had complemented her t shirt which said "In my defense, I was provoked" and her leather jacket which had the trans symbol on the back with the Bisexual flag as the background.

So she had helped Kit with his mission that day, which turned out to be pretty harmless, which then led to hanging out at the park after dark and eating fast food on the balcony of Ciernworth. He asked her questions about her life and her unlife. He asked the questions that she usually got about hormones and discovering her gender identity, and less common questions about becoming a vampire. She in turn asked him questions about his past and his coming out. Her fate was sealed that day. Janessa just didnt want to admit it.

And now, several weeks later that shadowhunter she had chosen to trust was currently sobbing into her arms.

"Kit it's gonna be ok alright? Just take some deep breaths" Janessa cooed. She was running one of her hands through his blond curls, and another along his back attempting to soothe him.

Kit gasped for air against his sobs as he pressed his forehead closer to her neck. "I mean-. Nessie I just-" he gasped, unable to properly get the words out.

Janessa shook her head. "Shhh no it's ok" she reassured him. "Take your time."

It broke her heart to see Kit like this but all she could do was focus on helping him. Not once did it occur to Nessie that she currently had a live human being pressed up against her, viens full of rushing blood.

She rubbed his shoulders. Kit sighed and began to speak in a more calm tone. "It's just that when I gave Magnus the necklace to give to- you know to him, it brought all of those old feelings rushing back you know?"

Janessa sighed. Him was Tiberius Blackthorn. The boy that Kit was hopelessly in love with. The boy that had broken his heart.

Janessa was most certainly not a fan. Anyone who made her friend cry was instantly on her shit list. Nessie was more then a little protective of Kit but she couldn't help it. He was always getting himself into trouble. Like the other day, dealing with the Devon Vampire Clan which Nessie was kind of a part of now that she was living in Devon temporarily. Kit was picking her up from a meeting so they could get Midnight snacks and play video games at her place.

The Devon Clan was really not happy to see a Shadowhunter. They antagonized her over trusting one of the nephilum. They called her a traitor to her own people. Janessa personally thought they were being a little overly dramatic. It led to a fight that most definitely put the accords in jeopardy.

Janessa also discovered that day that she and Kit fought beautifully together. Almost like Parabatai.

Whoah. Where the fuck did that come from.

Janessa heard a light snore from below her. Kit had fallen asleep in her lap. She snorted fondly. The emotional labour of crying must have tired him out. She didn't really blame him for that. As Nessie stared down at him, this shadowhunter who had become so significant to her, she wondered if this was going to end badly for her.

She could hear the words of hundreds of downworlders echoing in her head, including her own. Shadowhunters can't be trusted. Shadowhunters are selfish. Shadowhunters hate downworlders. They don't believe we're worthy of life so why should we be nice to them? Fuck them all.

And all of that was what she firmly believed.

Kit snored again.

Well for the most part.

It wasn't like she was in love with him. That much she knew. The thought of kissing Kit or dating him or anything like that made her quesy. But the idea of holding him while he cried, or laughing at his jokes, or even staying here watching his chest rise and fall and relishing in the fact that yes, he is alive, that sounded perfect.

Janessa scooped her arms under Kit's body and pulled him up off of the floor. "Come on Kit-Kat" she muttered. "Let's get you to bed."

Kit moaned in protest but didn't try to fight her as she pulled him over to her bed. Nessie could only hope that Kit had told his parents where he would be. Kit smiled sleepily at her and opened his eyes.

"You're my best friend you know?" He murmered.

Janessa swallowed down a sob. "Really?" She asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "I've never had a best friend before."

Kit closed his eyes. He was probably nodding off again. "Me neither" he whispered. He probably didnt want to count Ty considering all of the romantic angst.

And in that moment Janessa made a choice. She made the decision to lay down next to him and relax. She made the decision to forgive him for things that were out of his control.

She leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. "You're my best friend too ok?" She said softly.

And when she saw the slightest of smiles appear on his face, Janessa made another decision as well.

She let herself love him.

Your heartbeat is disguised as mine.

My lullaby.

The song I used for this fic is Always be together by Little Mix.

[ingridsama]

Little Red Riot (Part Two)

Crimson eyes glared down on the wooden floor of the hut as breakfast was being served to them at the dining table. Two pairs of eyes had been staring at him for a long time that he started unconsciously fidgeting in his seat. Last night, he almost died. He and his friends joined in hunting the werewolf that had been rampaging among their village as their own definition of fun.

But Kirishima didn't know how dangerous that task actually was until he was staring at the beast's face-- frozen in horror at what might happen to him if he made a wrong move.

"Please eat up, Kirishima-kun," a feminine voice brought him back to reality and he met kind green eyes that belonged to Midoriya's mother, Inko.

"Y-yes... thank you for the meal," he answered before he froze upon meeting a pair of bright red ones that had been staring at him the whole time.

Kirishima willed himself to look away as he reached for his chopsticks to start digging in on his breakfast when the slamming of the front door had him jump from his seat in fright.

Looking back, Kirishima saw a teen with just the same age as his, standing by the door and glaring at him-- he had white-red-colored hair that was equally parted in the middle and heterochromatic eyes of silver and blue.

The stranger held gazes with Kirishima for a moment before he looks away and stomped towards Midoriya's now empty room and slammed the door behind him.

"Half-and-half sure is mad as hell," the blonde werewolf said as he smirked, ignoring the glares Midoriya was giving him.

"I'm going to talk to him," Midoriya said before excusing himself and entered his room where the stranger went.

"Who was that?" Kirishima asked, turning to Inko who was washing up the utensils she used to prepare breakfast.

"That's Shouto," Inko said with a smile. "He and Katsuki, here, are staying with us,"

"S-so he's... a werewolf too?"

Inko hesitated but nodded to confirm what Kirishima said.

"He's upset because we're letting you live," Katsuki answered. "He hates humans... especially hunters like you,"

"I'm not a hunter," Kirishima said in defense. "I just volunteered to go with the hunt. Besides, I'm particularly not a fan of werewolves either so I guess the feeling is mutual,"

Katsuki didn't reply back and Kirishima took it as a sign to start eating his breakfast-- trying hard to ignore the tensed and awkward air that filled the dining table as he shared his breakfast with the werewolf that almost killed him.

"Ain't spicy enough," he heard Katsuki grumble after taking in his first spoonful of breakfast and made to reach for the condiments at the middle of the table when he winced and pulled his hand back.

Kirishima's eyes widened as he realized that Katsuki's left arm was bandaged and a blotch of red had stained it.

"Fuck," Katsuki cursed silently, hissing in pain as he cradled his arm.

"Language!" Inko hissed from the kitchen.

"S-sorry," the werewolf grumbled.

"D-did I... Did I do that?" Kirishima asked.

Somewhere during the commotion that happened last night, Kirishima could vaguely remember how his body automatically moved on its own out of adrenaline and fear that he had almost shot Midoriya-- if the blonde werewolf didn't come to the rescue in the way and pushed the greenhead out of harm's way.

"Of course, you're the only one here capable of hurting us with that gun of yours, hunter," A voice retorted even before Katsuki could reply and Kirishima looked back to see Midoriya and Shouto coming out of the room.

The half-and-half eyes were cold and full of hatred when they met Kirishima's and the scar on his left eye added to the hostile aura the werewolf was emitting.

"Shou... I told you it was an accident, didn't I?" Midoriya said gently with a smile, rubbing soothing circles on the back of Shouto's hand that relaxed the latter.

"Yeah, I wouldn't die with a bullet grazing my arm, half-and-half," Katsuki agreed, throwing Kirishima a wink before looking back at Shouto. "So no need to get worried about your brother,"

Shouto rolled his eyes. "My concern has been for Izuku only," he answered. "That hunter would've killed him last night if you had been too late in pushing Izuku out of the way so..."

Shouto abruptly stopped himself and Katsuki's smirk grew. "So... what? Keep going half-and-half, you're almost there," he said.

Shouto growled before looking away, scrunching up his nose that made Midoriya smile.

"Katsuki-kun, are you done eating? I need to change your bandages," Inko said. "Izuku, Shouto-kun, please go ahead and eat your breakfast before it gets cold,"

"U-um..." Kirishima called as Katsuki stood up from his seat. "I-if this means anything, I-I'm... I'm sorry, for... for shooting you, or... for not shooting you, I... it was an accident,"

"Well, I wouldn't say that it's alright since it really did hurt like hell," Katsuki answered, scratching his nape.

"Kacchan, you're way out of character today," Midoriya said.

"Did almost endangering your life changed you?" Shouto followed.

"SHUT UP, BASTARDS!" Katsuki yelled.

"And he's back," Midoriya muttered under his breath, shaking his head in amusement.

"M-Midoriya," Kirishima called. "T-thank you... for the meal a-and for last night, but... I have to get back to the village,"

"What are you talking about?" Shouto said.

"S-Shouto..." Midoriya made an attempt to stop him.

"E-eh?" Kirishima answered in confusion.

"You didn't tell him?" Shouto asked, turning to Midoriya.

"I-I was about to," Midoriya said.

"Tell me what?" Kirishima asked, dread filling him up as his mind went haywire-- was his friends killed? Or did they declare him dead already? Are they going to kill him after all? Who wouldn't, though; he knew too much already for Midoriya to let him go.

"U-uh... Kirishima-kun," Midoriya said, "It's not that we don't... trust you, but... you've seen Katsuki and Shouto already s-so we thought t-that... that letting you go back to the village isn't s-safe for... us, so--"

"Unfortunately for you-- and inconveniently for us as well-- you'll be staying here for a while," Shouto finished what Midoriya had trouble starting.

Kirishima met Midoriya's eyes as his mind processed what the greenhead just said before finally uttering his answer. "... what?"

***

Plop!

Goes the sound of the water as another stone dived down the pond as Kirishima threw stones at the innocent body of water to relieve the anger he was feeling.

Midoriya had just broken the news to him this morning-- with Kirishima seeing and knowing who the werewolves were and who was protecting them, they couldn't let Kirishima go back to the village. The redhead had tried negotiating but it just ended up with Kirishima lashing out at Midoriya when the greenhead stood his ground and shook his head no in letting him go.

Kirishima threw another and bigger stone down the pond with unintentional strength that caused some water to splash back at Kirishima-- coincidentally hitting him square in the face.

With his tension rising up, he grabbed a bigger stone and threw hard on the pond with a loud curse.

"Damn," A voice behind him caused Kirishima to jump back and turn sharply-- only to see the blonde werewolf looking at him with an amused smile on his face. "What did water ever do to you?"

Kirishima looked away, annoyed. "Leave me alone," he grumbled as he turned back to the pond-- frowning at his wavy reflection on the water.

"Inko-san told me to come and fetch you since I don't think Deku would be able to persuade you to come inside,"

"Well you won't be able to persuade me either, so leave me alone," Kirishima snapped.

The redhead turned his head back to the pond, fist clenched tight in frustration-- frustration that he couldn't escape back to the village and Katsuki still wasn't leaving him alone as the blonde stood there with his arms crossed, giving no indication that he was leaving anytime soon.

Giving out a demoralized grunt, Kirishima snapped at the werewolf once more. "I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE, DAMN IT!" he yelled. "Isn't already good enough for you that I can't escape here?! Why do you have to tail at me like some dog?! Go away! "

"Kirishima-kun? Everything okay?" Midoriya entered the scene with worry in his eyes and Kirishima started to see red.

"Absolutely!" Kirishima yelled angrily. "Everything is fine! I can't go home after encountering your monsters for pets, but it's totally fine!"

Kirishima knew he had hit a nerve when Katsuki's eyes darkened but he didn't care-- he was angry and he wanted them to know that.

"K-Kirishima-kun, please calm down," Midoriya said as he took a step closer. "I-I know you're upset about this, but--"

"I'm not upset, Midoriya! I'm furious! Why can't I go home? Why are you keeping me captive here?! I'm not going to tell anyone about you or them... I just... I just want to go home!"

"Please understand," Midoriya said, growing frustrated as well, as he walked closer. "We're just being careful, I--"

Midoriya was cut-off when a hard punch got in contact with cheeks as Kirishima gave him a right hook-- causing the greenhead to stagger back.

Wide green eyes met wide crimson ones as Kirishima also got stunned by his actions.

"M-Midoriya..." Kirishima drew his fist back and tried to help the greenhead up. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't know what came over me, I--"

Both sensed another presence nearby and Midoriya turned his head to meet heterochromatic eyes that were radiating violent anger.

"S-Shouto..." Midoriya mumbled and Kirishima sensed the greenhead's fear.

"M-Midoriya?" Kirishima asked as he glanced at the latter and at Shouto.

"You hurt Izuku," Shouto growled as his teeth started sharpening into fangs and his eyes seemed to glow.

"Run," Midoriya muttered.

"W-what?"

"Run, Kirishima-kun!" Midoriya pushed the redhead away just in time for Shouto to transform in his wolf form-- hackles raised as his eyes locked dangerously on Kirishima who had fallen on the ground, frozen in fear.

"Shouto, please! Listen to me!" Midoriya pleaded as he scrambled back to his feet to try and get Shouto to calm down.

But the half-and-half hybrid was blinded by his outrage and leaped over Midoriya-- claws out as he targeted Kirishima who only had time to close his eyes and welcome death.

Another growl permeated the scene followed by a yelp that had Kirishima open his eyes in shock to see a blonde werewolf standing in between him and Shouto.

Kirishima's breath was caught up in his chest as he looked up at the same bright red eyes that belonged to Katsuki as the werewolf glanced at him before giving out a warning bark at his comrade-- warning him to back off.

"Get up!" Midoriya's exclamation jolted Kirishima back to reality as the greenhead pulled Kirishima up to his feet and got him away just in time for Shouto to charge at Katsuki-- both werewolves snapping at each other and fight for dominance.

"Izuku! What's going on?!" Inko asked as she ran towards them and watched the hybrids fight-- horror in her eyes.

"Mom, please get Kirishima-kun out of here... Please," Midoriya said as he pushed Kirishima to Inko. "I need to stop them before they get hurt,"

But before any of them could say another word, a yelp erupted from the fight and Midoriya turned to see Shouto lying unconsciously on the ground-- Katsuki standing next to him and let out a sad whine as he nudged Shouto's paw.

Inko gasped and Kirishima's eyes widened before the scene.

"No..." Midoriya whispered as his body willed itself to run to both hybrids as they transformed back to their human forms.

Katsuki's knees buckled from exhaustion as his eyes fluttered close but Midoriya caught him on time and laid him next to Shouto who's eyes were fluttering open.

"Izu...ku," Shouto mumbled.

"I-I'm sorry..." Katsuki whispered as Midoriya knelt in between them.

"Shut up, your wounds aren't that bad. You're not dying!" Midoriya said as he got out some bandages he always kept with him and started treating their wounds.

Inko was by his side and covering up Katsuki and Shouto with blankets as Kirishima just stood there-- stunned that a werewolf he had known to be dangerous just saved his life.

"You'll both be fine, okay?" Inko said with a smile as she and Midoriya started patching up the wounds they got from the fight.

"M-Midoriya..." Kirishima called but Midoriya didn't give a sign that he heard him at all-- either that or he was ignoring Kirishima. Even Inko couldn't look up to meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I..." Kirishima stuttered and looked down on the wounds on the hybrids' bodies-- wounds that he caused. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Midoriya's actions paused as he took a deep breath and answered. "You've already done enough, Kirishima-kun..."

"Look, I'm sorry... I--"

"If you want to go back to the village so bad, then you're free to go..." Midoriya cut him off. "With what you did, you proved that humans like us can be more of a monster than them... So, please... just go before you cause another injury,"

Kirishima looked at Inko for help, but she had looked away sadly. Then he looked at Katsuki and saw his wounds.

"I'm sorry..." Kirishima whispered before he turned and ran away from the scene-- leaving with a heavy heart.

~ TO BE CONTINUED ~

[wickedsrest-rp-archive]

Name: Damien Sheppard Species: Werewolf (Berserker) Occupation: Construction Worker Age: 29 Years Old Played By: Felicity Face Claim: Theo James 

“If you don’t fight for what you want you’re just going to end up losing what you have.”

Damien’s parents were not ready to have a child, his mother was too young and his father without a care, landing him in the foster system. Growing up he never seemed to stick to one home, some people tried but he always ended back in the same place. The feeling of abandonment wore at Damien, he began to lash out unsure where to direct his anger. One day in school another kid would not relent in their taunts, they aggravated Damien, with his back to a wall he took the only way out by force. The unusual display of aggression landed him in juvie. 

It was in the juvenile justice system that Damien started to make the wrong kind of friends, it only made sense that when he was released he gravitated towards crime. Living in New York city he made due by committing petty crimes though they soon escalated, completing a few jobs for a gang ended him among their ranks. Damien became notorious for being the man you did not want to see; he had learned to love fighting, his tactics brutal and bloody. 

Damien’s gang didn’t have much of a purpose, their only objective was to sell enough drugs to buy their next drink, find someone to spend the night with and do it all over again. The members of the gang were violent, thieving criminals, but they were loyal and for the first time in Damien’s life he could rely on someone. For a time, the goings were good, but then they got greedy. The gang began to use more force to drive away competitors, a rival gang didn’t appreciate the aggression. They challenged Damien’s group, arrogant they agreed to meet them and settle the dispute for territory. Unknown to Damien and the others this was no ordinary gang, they were werewolves and they had no intention of striking a deal.

The rivals met outside the city’s limit, Damien’s gang assumed the location was chosen not to arouse suspicion over gunshots but really it was so no one could hear them scream. One werewolf in particular, a massive bloodthirsty creature, ripped through their ranks before seizing Damien in its jaws. He did what he could to attack the Berserker while it snapped its teeth on his torso, tearing and clawing him apart. Once it was satisfied with the carnage it had inflicted on him the creature licked its teeth and left with the pack, his injuries so severe he’d likely be dead before morning. Somehow, by some strike of luck or the work of a miracle, he opened his eyes to see daylight only the be horrified by the sight he found. His gang had been slaughtered, torn apart and left for the crows. The crew was the closest thing he had to a family and there was barely anything left of them. Damien crawled his way through the woods till he had found pavement, the next passing car rushed him to the nearest hospital. He didn’t know what had happened to him, didn’t know he had survived a werewolf’s bite, all he knew was that he had to start over again.

Damien returned to the city but he didn’t stay long, his first transformation ended with him waking up in an alley with gore staining his hands, he’d lost complete control, unable to even remember who he’d ripped through. He had to leave, he didn’t want to end up getting put down like some dog for rampaging through the city. Damien began to watch the gang that attacked him from afar in an attempt to learn what had happened to him, they routinely met a woman in an old liquor store, he had always assumed it was a way to pass on material. She took one look and knew what he was. Damien tried to pry information out of her but she’d only tell him about one place: White Crest. A few days later Damien arrives in Maine in a beat-up car unsure of the world he’s part of and looking for answers. 

Character Facts: 

Personality: Chaotic, loyal, aggressive, cunning, gruff, bold

Damien cannot control his werewolf form, he is unaware of supernatural elements and threats. His only frame of reference is his own experiences. 

He is bisexual; however, he has only ever acted on his attraction to men once. Worried about how his sexuality might impact his role in his gang he kept his actions to himself. 

He loves a good fight and might go as far as to provoke one. His preferred method of combat is hand to hand and he rarely uses a gun unless to be efficient. 

He enjoys spending his free time away from his apartment, frequenting bars and clubs to keep himself occupied. 

[chaoswillfallrpg]

FENRIR GREYBACK is THIRTY-FIVE YEARS OLD and a SOLDIER in THE DARK LORD’S ARMY at THE DEATH EATER HEADQUARTERS. He looks remarkably like PETER GADIOT and considers himself aligned with THE DEATH EATERS. He is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

tw: death, murder

CALDER GREYBACK and KESARA GREYBACK were overjoyed when they had their first child, Fenrir. Named after a monstrous giant wolf from Norse mythology, a favourite subject of Calder’s, Fenrir was destined to become the monster he was. Fenrir was raised in a loving home, both parents making time for their child and showering him with affection. They lived in a small cottage in a wizarding village just outside of the Cotswolds. During his early childhood, he was a very timid child, barely speaking to anyone but his parents. Due to his shyness, Calder and Kesara constantly attempted to put Fenrir in social situations that often led to Fenrir being awkward around new people or simply asking to go home early due to his social anxiety. When Fenrir was five years old, his parents gave birth to HELLA GREYBACK, a beautiful baby girl. Fenrir became obsessed with his little sister, rarely leaving her side, even as they grew older together. His parents were surprised at how loving he was towards her and how she caused him to come out of his shell, especially around people who had come to see Hella. Fenrir was extremely protective over her and vowed that he’d rather die than let anything happen to her. The two of them would spend their days running through the fields, splashing in the rivers and talking to other wizarding children, in which Hella took the lead of course. The two siblings were happy with their lives and their parents were elated that the two got along well despite their age difference. 

When Fenrir was ten years old, a year before Hogwarts, their family went on a camping trip. It had been a sweltering summer but the campsite was now cool and beautiful as leaves began to turn yellow and orange. Fenrir and Hella would spend their days playing by the lake, Kesara keeping a close eye on them whilst Calder disappeared upstream to go fishing. It was the last day of their holiday when Hella and Fenrir decided to sneak away from their mother and attempt to follow their father upstream. It wasn’t long before the two became bored of tracking their father went off exploring, not taking note of where they were going or how to get back to their parents. A game of king and queen began and before they knew it, the sun was setting and they were lost. Scared, the two decided it was best to find the river and stay put until their father found them. As night stretched on and a full moon shone above them, the shivering siblings took refuge amongst some rocks, trying to keep each other warm. What first started out as distant howls, soon became a low growling noise. Hella and Fenrir hadn’t heard the wolf throughout their trip until that night and tried to make themselves as small as possible. It wasn’t long until the werewolf found them and Hella let out a blood curdling scream as the werewolf leapt at her. Fenrir, being the brother he was, jumped in front of the werewolf right before it could plant it’s jaws on his sister and the werewolf's teeth sank deep into Fenrir’s shoulder. A few moments later and their father appeared, casting curses at the werewolf and chasing it away, saving his children from a gory demise. 

Fenrir did not die from the bite to his parents' relief, but to their embarrassment, he had been infected with lycanthropy. His parents decided not to register him and keep it a secret. They did their best to help Fenrir every month, but their best method was to lock Fenrir in the basement with chains. This of course, upset Fenrir, causing him to feel like a wild animal, which he was during a full moon. Fenrir would always wake up with no memory of his transformation or the night before, leaving him to think that it could never have been that bad. A year later and Fenrir’s letter from Hogwarts arrived. He was excited to go and had been looking forward to it since he was eight. His parents however, were reluctant, worried what their son might do during a full moon. As a compromise, Calder and Kesara ordered a large batch of wolfsbane and instructed Fenrir to always find his way to the forbidden forest during a full moon or the consequences would be dire. Due to his parents' fear of his lycanthropy, Fenrir began to fear it himself, thinking that he was cursed. This of course, didn’t help his self esteem and once reaching Hogwarts and being sorted into Slytherin, he was quickly labeled as the weird and awkward kid. The bullying started immediately and Fenrir hated it. DOLORES UMBRIDGE was one of his biggest adversaries, she had managed to discover his wolfsbane stash and outed him as a werewolf to all the students, which only sent him deeper into self hatred. The disrespect and utter discrimination he received due to his lycanthropy was crippling to say the least. 

Whilst there were those that stood against him, he had a special select few who told him to stand up for himself. ADARIA LINWOOD would always show him tough love, teaching him to grow a thicker skin. His sister was always there for him at home and even more present when she found her place at Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw. She would always tell him that it wasn’t a curse, it was a blessing. His lycanthropy turned him into someone powerful, a chance for him to break out of his shell forever and become the leader she imagined him to be. With support from his friends and as he grew older he became more confident, more in control and more vicious towards those that stood against him. He began to spend countless hours learning about lycanthropy and how it affected other creatures and how one could infect others, effectively creating their own pack. A pack of other werewolves just like him, others that understood what it was like, others that would always have his back against those like Dolores Umbridge. The appeal of being in a pack didn’t only affect Fenrir, but seemed to persuade another younger student named STEPHEN WILCOX to come to Fenrir, asking if he could be turned, if he could be gifted with lycanthropy. Fenrir’s first reaction was that Stephen was crazy, why would he think it was a gift when it would only make his life harder, but the idea of having his own pack and the determination for revenge against those that shunned him changed his mind. On the next full moon, Fenrir bit Stephen in an attempt to turn him. It was Hella, who had gone off a feeling and had followed the two into the woods, that found Stephen’s dead body with Fenrir nowhere in sight.

The next day Fenrir was expelled from Hogwarts. He was distraught at the fact that he had killed someone and when he looked to his parents for support, they turned him away, telling him that he was no longer part of their family. His parents no longer saw him as an embarrassment, but rather as an endangerment to the rest of the world. Without his consent, they contacted the Ministry and reported him as a werewolf. It was how Hella reacted that really broke him. Hella, the light of his world and his rock had gone dark. She had officially turned her back on him. He was a monster that she could no longer love. At first he was destroyed, torn to shreds, unable to comprehend that his whole world has been unravelled in a matter of days due to a stupid mistake. He spent almost half a year wondering forests and making his way towards London, working on Muggle farms and stealing from campsites. It was during this all time low that rage began to fill him. Nightmares of his sister removing him from family pictures would wake him up in a sweat. If she really thought he was such a monster, he’d become exactly what she thought he was. It was at this murderous phase in his life that he met SELENA PETROSYAN. The two of them instantly clicked and she became his right-hand women as they began to build their own underground pack of werewolves, a pack that would one day rise to power against those that oppressed them. Fenrir began to attempt to turn sorcerers into werewolves, getting close to the families and attempting to turn them on the full moon. It was during this rampage that two Muggle murders, failed turnings, caught the attention of the Ministry and Fenrir was captured and brought in for questioning. 

It was during this questioning that Fenrir grasped just how much the Ministry and the wizarding community hated werewolves, LYALL LUPIN stating that all werewolves simply deserved to die. Due to his appearance and lack of wand during the trial, as well as the ill-managed werewolf registry not being updated to include his name, Fenrir was released and instantly sought out revenge. On the next full moon, he attacked the Lupin Family, biting REMUS LUPIN. Now Lyall would realise that werewolves were as equal as everyone else. Deciding that best option was to stay low for a while, he sent his pack underground whilst he spent his time attempting to satisfy his craving for more power. He began to look into dark magic, spells that would allow him to extract and retract his claws at will and potential transformation potions that would allow him to keep his fangs and turn others at any time, not just during a full moon. It was along this dark path that he met The Dark Lord. There was a discussion and a mutual understanding between the two. If Fenrir helped The Dark Lord convince werewolves to join his cause, the Dark Lord would creature a space for werewolves in his new regime. Whilst Fenrir knew that the pureblood would never accept his pack, he planned to go along with it before going rouge after they had won the war. It wasn’t long until he was introduced to BELLATRIX BLACK. Whilst other members of his pack such as Selena continued their mission, Fenrir’s attention was brought to another werewolf by the name of SILAS CRUMP who had begun to stir the wizarding world by being accused of killing the Minister for Magic’s son BOOKER BAGNOLD. With everyone keeping their eyes out for the fugitive Silas, Fenrir felt as if his whole plan was in danger and whilst Bellatrix and RABASTAN LESTRANGE continued to use Silas as a scapegoat, could Fenrir find a way to keep his pack out of the spotlight or would he need to find a way to handle the Silas problem himself?

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood (Werewolf)

Pronouns → He/Him

Identification → Cis Male 

Sexuality  → Up to Roleplayer

Relationship Status → Single 

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Societies → The Greyback Wolves

Family → Calder Greyback (father), Kesara Greyback (mother), Hella Greyback (sister)

Connections  → Selena Petrosyan (best friend/potential love interest), Dolores Umbridge (adversary), Adaria Linwood (former friend/adversary), Remus Lupin (victim/adversary), Lyall Lupin (adversary), Silas Crump (adversary), Bellatrix Black (colleague) 

Future Information → N/A

FENRIR GREYBACK IS A LEVEL 7 WIZARD/WEREWOLF.

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Silver for Monsters... (Geralt x fem!Witcher, Part 1.)

Description: The Butcher of Blaviken has a long and famous past, thanks to his friend Jaskier. Yet, neither of those dies easily and it still lurks behind Geralt like a shadow after all those years. History, neither unfriendly relationships, doesn't die easily.

Part summary: A lonely witchress in the woods can mean only one thing - a monster is lurking through the woods and a contract has been pinned up on a local village's board.

Warnings: A bit of gore, magic, Witchress, a werewolf being a bich, Sigimund Dijkstra appeareaing in a mention (if you do not know who Dijkstra is, look him up, he honestly is one of my fav Witcher game characters).

A/N: This one is purely based on my wish to see at least one female witcher, but knowing that the trial of grass doesn't allow that. Because boy? They would tear Geralt’s ass in half.

Word count: 4.4 K

Tagging: (tell me and I will add you :)) @osgon-azure​ @davnwillcome​

Master list: H E R E

Many of you know me. You’ve seen my face, heard my name, or my tales - maybe you even threw your rotten vegetables at me for what I know. It doesn’t matter to me. Such details aren't important in my stories. But no matter how you might hate me - the poet, the bard, the most beautiful man you'd ever seen -, you love my tales.

Indeed, my name is Julian Alfred Pankratz. But when you'd meet me, I would introduce myself as Jaskier or Dandelion. And my most famous tales are going hand in hand with my friend, the legend, Geralt of Rivia. He is the man coming from Kaedwen, the coldest Northern Kingdom, born and raised at Kaer Morhen, the notorious School of the Wolf. And I have already written tales, ballads, and books about him.

You heard many stories and legends about this man - about the romance of his with the mightiest sorceress Yennefer of Vengenberg, the story of how he was bound to the Cintran princess Cirilla by destiny, about how he had outwitted the Wild Hunt itself. Yet I have one more for you. Sit down, have a pint of ale or a cup of wine, and hear my telling of how... Not one, but two witchers traveled day and night to reach the Redenian mountains and how they discovered a horrifying monster there. But have in mind that one of them was a woman.

Our story begins on one stormy night in the Mire West amidst the rampage of the Nightmare...

The place around you was completely dark and lifeless, only sounds of wind howling and grass dancing in it along with heavy rain could be heard. The moon just started slowly rising in the sky, but it was too cloudy up there. That could be a slight problem in your perfect plan. How were you supposed to lure a werewolf out of its lair if there won't be a full moon? These bitches came out of the lair only under those specific circumstances - moon shining on the ground, nonstop.

The lamb meat filled with cursed oil was neatly prepared in the middle of a road and your silver sword was ready as well, laying on your thighs as you were meditating to pass the time somehow - you let the potions in your vascular system starting to work, making an extremely dangerous weapon out of your very own body. You used Cat potion, so your eyes could perfectly see in the night and a Blizzard potion, shorting the time of reactions and sharpening reflexes to the monster's attacks.

A low chuckle came out of your lips. Meditations were never your strength - Vesemir was always bitching you down for whispering to the others while they sat on their knees, and tried to completely leave their body with their minds. You learned how to pretend to meditate, just to shut Vesemir up, but you accomplished the state only a few times. More than meditating, you were in a light sleep while you still could bring your body to sit at least a bit straight.

You had the suspicion that Vesemir knew that the whole time, but he never said anything since you at least shut up and didn't disturb the other kids who were brought to the School of the Wolf in Kaedwen to become witchers and witchresses.

The memories you had bonding to that place weren't all happy, but not all of them were bad. There was a lot of pain you had to endure, yes, but you had some fun in the process. And you still had a witcher family you could always count on - your best pal Lambert and a grumpy brother Eskel, there was Leo, your baby boy, and Vesemir, who was something like your father. There was Coën too, but unfortunately, he was far gone. And then, there was... Well... There was also him.

The greatest fucker... You meant to say the greatest of your kind - the legendary White Wolf, a man called Geralt of Rivia. It wasn't that you exactly hated him, no, you could count on him and his help when you met him on the road just as he could count on you, but you two never really got along in the first place. You never gave him a chance to start a friendship. And to say the least, he was outshining all of you, always getting the best contracts and money. And you weren't even talking about the fame he got in the process.

On the bright side, Geralt was a source of your motivation to become better and better - you both passed the trail of grasses, finishing it in better shape than all of the other kids that were trained on Kaer Morhen. You were already special - while three males out of ten survived, only one female out of fifty survived the trial. But that just wasn't enough of you, was it? You had better reflexes, reactions, senses, and you could cast the signs better than the other two girls who passed the trial. Even though that, it was too risky to send you on additional trials and Vesemir told you a million times.

For an unknown reason, there was a high rivalry between you and Geralt since the day you met for the first time. And when you heard that he's going to endure some more experiments, you demanded them as well, no matter the costs. You didn't care if it costs you your life, you wanted to be the best.

Vesemir and Lambert tried to change your mind for months, but you weren't planning on letting Geralt win the game. You went through another five mutations under the supervision of druids residing in Kaer Morhen, the fourth almost killing you in the process.

For the first time during a trial, you screamed in pain the whole time as you felt the serums and potions crawling through your skin and veins. When you got up, your skin tone almost matched alabaster, melanin almost completely disappearing out of your body, your hair was completely white and your eyes were no longer only golden - they were glowing. When Geralt walked out of the second chamber, he looked the same. But he has done something you would never expect - he asked you about your well-being and if you want to stop the trials. But you just chuckled and left him in the hall.

Lambert was enough of a friend to you. He was quite a normal witcher with a good sense of humor. You could drink and laugh evenings away with your witcher brother and never be bothered with thoughts about the incoming morning. He saved your life many times before and you knew, that the last time wasn't exactly the last. To repay him, you saved his ass from the revenge of former lust subjects, pretending to be his girlfriend and being extremely mad at him.

With Eskel, you had a more reserved relationship, since he was more of a reserved person - he didn't exactly make friendships, he was just a person you could count on any time you needed to. But you got along at the end of the day.

A sharp howling threw you out of your thoughts about your witcher brothers. Both your eyelids flew open, showing the golden, glowing eyes with a cat-like iris shape underneath. The werewolf was set to go on a hunt - and so were you. You opened up the last bottle with your teeth, drinking the potion in one swing, making your blood hazardous for the monster.

After that, you slowly walked to the path where your trap was laid, finding the creature sniffing it. It was rather cautious with it, wanting to eat it, but not quite trusting it. Werewolves were huge beasts with fur, every one of them growing to the height of two meters and more after the transformation.

They might be looking skinny, but their strength was almost overshadowing yours for good. Hunting a werewolf all alone? What were you thinking? That was exactly what was happening since Geralt wielded the tiara of the best witcher in the world. Shitty contracts for a laughable amount of coin. But work was work - humans, monsters, animals, it didn't exactly mean anything to you. You came, did the job and left, always repeating and never breaking the circle. Although to stay true to the codex of Kaer Morhen, you never killed an innocent being - monster, neither a human. If they proved their innocence, you let them go, taking the money anyway.

But this werewolf, boy, wasn't he something different? This bitch was off the chains, suffocating, hunting, and eating alive at least thirteen girls just this year alone. And you couldn't wait to get your dirty little hands on its throat and chop his fucking head off. You hated motherfuckers. And he sure was one.

"This is a nice, cute attempt to poison me, witcher!" - The werewolf rose his head and looked around, showing you its ugly face, which was half-wolf and half-human. Its claws were strong, which could cause trouble as well - he could scratch you without hurting himself, not tasting your blood. God damn it. - "But I ain't no idiot! I know ya poisoned it! Come out! Face the mighty Nightmare of Mire West!"

So it was an intelligent one. That was a bonus point - you knew that murdering him will cause you way more enjoyment than killing a normal beast would. It was probably only a human when there wasn't a full moon, living in their small, stinky cage, all alone in the wilderness. But if the man changed into such a beast which was able to stalk and murder young gals in such gruesome ways, you knew that your sword was the right thing to put end to his ruling over Mire West.

"I like me an intelligent foe." - You growled in a cruel voice, adding a burst of short, dark laughter at the end. You confused the werewolf a bit - he wasn't able to track where you were at the moment. There was no visible movement in the bushes, your voice seemed to come out of a few different directions at one time and your footsteps didn't break a single branch on the ground, making you almost impossible to track based on sounds in the slowly ending heavy rain. - "Feels better when I slice their throats. They beg like little girls to let them live - but you know something about that, don't you? You enjoy murdering girls and letting them beg, don't you?"

The beast was moving its muzzle quickly as he tried to sniff you. The wet air made it almost impossible. The time was ticking too fast - soon, you knew that the air will clean up and starts to transmit your scent. This needed to be done quickly.

"Are ya a woman, witcher? Ye a witchress? I like women, did ya hear that?" - Werewolf tested the waters, seeing a bush next to his right move. He didn't know that it was an animal coming through here, thinking it was you hiding in the bushes. In the next moment, the monster roared with a raw, animalish growl as it attacked the bush. - “I like to snap their necks and taste their meat, I like their voices begging me to stop, the scent of their hair and the skin. Come here, to my claws, don't try to play with me.”

The werewolf then turned around, his completely darkened eyes were scanning the surroundings in search of you. He kneeled a bit, grunting like a pig as spit was dripping out of his mouth full of sharp teeth.

“You atone to all of those murders? You don't even try to clean your name, try to tell me that you are innocent? I might let you go.” - You knew that this fucker isn't innocent but you needed more time to look around the meadow, now seeing every small detail in it thanks to the Cat potion. You planned various attacks, different scenarios, trying to imagine him overpowering you. What would you do then?

“I know that ya been sniffing around Velen for a while now, crawling through sewers like a rat, looking at every shit I made. I know ya heard stories about the Nightmare of Mire West. Ya a witchress, ya know how to recognize a werewolf in comparison to a different monster.” - The werewolf laughed and crawled on all fours, bearing more similarity to a wolf than a human at the moment. His laughter was similar to a hyena.

Then you jumped out of your hideout and cut him with your sword smeared with a cursed oil. The werewolf wasn't expecting you, so you hit your spot, but not in the range you planned on. The beast roared, sounding like a swine, catching its leg as it watched the blood dripping from the cut.

“Look at ya!” - It laughed, its teeth showing again. Your eyes were jumping on various spots on its body - from its lower paws dugs into the muddy ground as he was charging for a jump. - “Ya look like a cat, ya hair white, ya smug arrogant. Come to me.”

You jumped at the same time the werewolf did, but you turned around and swung your sword towards it, hitting it into its ribs. Sword fights were always like a dancing lesson - male witchers preferred different fighting styles, sometimes heavier and more aggressive than you could ever archive. You could move quicker than them, yet your hits were lighter. You danced on the toes of your feet, the top of your sword carefully drawing eight again and again. Your hits were maybe lighter than male witchers’, but you were able to hit the spot more often with clean cuts.

“Ya can move, I need to say. A second cut on my body.” - The beast growled, suddenly spinning the other way, its claws hitting your stomach. The hit made you fall, he hit exactly the liver and stomach, which could hurt like hell. Yet it was not a hit that would stop a witchress.

You made a rollover your shoulders, stopping on your feet. While you stood up, the werewolf almost scratched your face. That was a no-no. Witchers and witchresses maybe were known for long, dark pink cuts and huge scars over their faces, but you knew that a pretty face always means a half of the deal sealed. Thanking all the Gods and angels out there, Blizzard made you able to get out of its way.

Again, you swung your sword to meet its stomach, but again, it jumped at you in a matter of seconds, aiming for your neck. Its claws tore apart your chainmail armor, cutting your skin. But you didn't move a single inch away, no, you held its arm with a firm grip, looking the beast in the eyes.

First, it didn't know why are you looking at it the way you did, pressing the arm on your stomach, letting the blood drip directly on it. Soon, it felt how the skin is burning as the acid was slowly decomposing it. It was looking you in your cat eyes and saw your lips slowly turning to a violent smile.

Next second, it pushed you away, whining like a little puppy, licking the acid off. But it didn't know that it will only make the matters worse.

“What now? Don't you want to taste my blood and meat? Don't you want to sniff me and hear me beg for my life? Are you backing off?” - You rolled the sword in your palm and prepared into the fighting position again. - “The fun has just started, you pussy.”

With a quick move, you made the gesture of Igni sign, sending fire its way, then throwing a Moon Dust bomb at it. The bomb blew up, springling small pieces of silver everywhere its range was. The werewolf was now screaming like a child - it was burned by the Igni sign, silver was burning its skin alive, he was cut - so the silver got into its vascular system and that was perfect torture in your opinion. It tried to run away into the safety of its cave, but it was just to try to lure you in - in the small space of a cavern could be its brutal strength fatal for you.

It was time to use the Aard sign. You were quick, almost violent with it, pushing the werewolf next to the cave entrance. It bumped its head onto a sharp rock, blood was dripping out of that bruise pretty quickly. That was a moment he might start to believe that you were there to truly kill him like a swine. Indeed, you were there for that.

When it laid on its back, it started howling at the moon - that was a tactic used by a werewolf when the things got out of their control. They tried to call for help from wolves living in the woods. But you only laughed as you walked to him, preparing for one last final blow, still holding the place on your stomach where it hit you.

"Ye going to die, Witchress, why is ya laughing?" - The beast growled out with visible and hearable problems, which made your smile bigger.

"Because I killed every pack in the radius of ten kilometers, you dumb shit. I sold the furs and meat for a fair coin, even got something to brew potions from. A valuable deal." - You laughed and swung your sword one last time - piercing its chest with it. After that, as you heard it choking on its blood and scream awfully, you sat next to it into the mud.

It was maybe just a short fight, but it made you cast two signs and to move at an incredibly fast pace. And the hit into your stomach was almost precise, hurting like a living fuck. The fight took its cost in the form of incredible tiredness. Also, the potions were still circling through your body, drawing energy out of it. You thanked Gods that you had the idea to track down and eliminate all the packs in the area. The contract could've turned out much differently than it did in the end.

You waited a while, the rain started to fall from the sky again, before cutting the beast's head off. You used an old dwarven axe for that since it was durable and almost unbreakable.

Not an hour after that, your camp was packed up and you were ready to leave the woods, riding horseback to the city again. The werewolf's head was pinned on your saddle to be seen by any bandit. You weren't in a mood for jokes, you didn't want to mess around with some lousy bandit just to be dirty from their blood.

You changed into a fresh shirt and made a hairstyle so tight that not even the smallest baby hair had the chance to fly in front of your face.

It was a while after three o'clock in the early morning when you knocked on the contractor's door - his name was Stjepan, male about thirty years old with a wife and two small daughters. That was the main reason why he wanted the werewolf dead. He was also a local innkeeper, so you at least had a hope that you will sleep in an actual bed instead of the woodland full of bugs and branches poking your ass and back.

"Who the hell is knocking my damn door at night?!" - You heard his angry yell just seconds before he opened up the door. You stood there, soaked from the rain, only in trousers and shirt, holding the head in the level of his eyes. He yelled and threw up just centimeters from your shoes, but you kept the straight face.

"Monster's dead. I want my money." - You growled, throwing the head in. You could hear the small girls and woman yelling, but you didn't care at all. Stjepan disappeared for a small moment, appearing after a while with a small sack of gold.

"Now leave and never come back, ya filthy creature. I can see the devil in ya eyes. I will pray for ya soul." - Stjepan hissed at you, trying to close the door, but your arm stopped it. Stjepan tried to shut it one more time, but your arm didn't even move out of the wood.

Geralt would've most likely just shook his head and leave the man - but you were a lot of things, pussy not being on your list.

Witchers, since they were males, had enhanced strength of the strongest human men. Since you were a woman, you were as strong as a really strong man - those who had almost two meters, one hundred kilograms, and muscles all over their body. When Stjepan realized that he isn't able to close the door, he opened it once again, your hand finally leaving it.

"This is less than we agreed on. I want my money." - You hissed back at the man, stepping into his house. Oh, you would give anything just to see him spraying holy water on the spot where you were standing.

"I don't have more, now fuck off!" - Stjepan yelled and tried to push you out of his door, but he was pushed back as soon as his palm touched your shoulder. Some wall pushed him back so hard, that he stumbled and fell right on his ass.

"Stjepan, Stjepan, Stjepan... Do you remember when your sweet little girls asked me why I have two swords?" - Your eyes slowly looked through the opened door, last drops of Cat potions still making your night vision sharp. These two girls were sitting on the bed and hugged their dolls extremely tight, both of them shaking, hoping you can't see them.

But you could. And Stjepan's wife was standing next to the stove, holding a pan as if it could do any harm to you. With your stare still on the children, you slowly walked through their lovely, little house.

"Ya told them that the long, elegant, silver one with the runes is for monsters." - Stjepan stuttered out and covered the door with his laying body so you would have a harder time getting to the room.

"And that the other one is for even worse monsters." - You told him and kneeled in front of him, tugging the sword from the leather strap on your back. The steel was making cold notice as you tugged it even slower. - "Monsters called humans. The worst of them all."

"Ye a witchress!" - Stjepan's wife yelled at you, raising the pan to her hip, ready to hit you. - "Ya meant to help and protect folk! Not to kill 'em!"

You would never hurt these children. They were just children, for fuck's sake - their life hasn't even started and anyone, let alone a monster hunter like, had the right to hurt them and end their life. No witcher nor witchress had the right to take an innocent person's life.

But you weren't playing clean games, oh boy, you weren't. When you had to be dirty, you planned to be dirty as hell. You needed to keep your face straight if you wanted to scare that dick off.

"You better give me my money or I swear that I will kidnap your children and make them witchresses. After all, that's what witchers do when people refuse to pay their debts." - You hissed, walking over Stjepan directly to the bed, almost dragging the two girls out.

Just seconds before you touched them, Stjepan threw another sack to your feet, crawling in front of his small girls. - "Now go! Leave the fucking town and never come back! Fuck off!"

You straightened up and looked at the two small girls which slowly disappeared in the darkness as Cat finally stopped working. Only after that, you finally left their room. - "Pleasure doing businesses with you, Stjepan." - You added with a sour, ironic tone and walked off into the night.

Well, your plan with sleeping at his inn didn't exactly work out. At least you had the money he promised, even if you had to scare a few little kids. You walked to your horse, gently smoothing its forehead. Well, the only thing you could do was to ride to another city so you could find another job.

Well, that was the plan, until a man came across you. He was dressed up in a long cloak, covered in the darkness, almost sneaking up on you. You chuckled from shoving the money into on me of the bags on the saddle, not looking at the person. They must've known that you know about them the whole time.

"I won't give you a single coin, don't even bother asking me." - Your mumbling could be heard in the cold, silent night.

"Oh, I don't need your money, witchress. I want to speak to ya." - The person said, putting an envelope into the saddle looking you in the eyes. First, you checked the person to see if they mean any harm - it was a short man, pretty underweight, his arms looked very weak. He couldn't attack you if his mind was bright - he would die after one of your blows. - "Not me, pretty lady, but a friend of mine. Told me to say hi once I find ye."

With that, the caped person turned on their heels and disappeared into the darkness again. You watched him quietly for a second before you couldn't see him - then you looked at the envelope and grinned when you recognized the seal. That old, ugly bastard, Sigi Reuven.

Or, as the others knew, Sigismund Dijkstra. One of the most dangerous spies on the whole Continent. And that old son of a bitch wanted to talk to you.

[mychemicalficrecs]

sorry to bother you but do you know of any fics like the unholyverse??? i read it and absolutely loved it & would like to read somethinh similar lol

Hi there!

Tbh I kind of haven't (yet) 😅There's a whole bunch of fic with religious themes, horror and/or supernatural elements though, I'm sure you'll find something interesting!

Here's a link to the Unholyverse series again for everyone interested.

And just for the record: you're not a bother, I love making these lists!

If You Liked Unholyverse...

Not A Saint by happilyappled, Frank/Gerard, 6k, Explicit. Father Way is not just a priest and Frank is not just any other man.

Tell Me I'm an Angel by SeraphStarshine, Frank/Gerard, 205k, Mature. Gerard thought that committing suicide would finally end it: no more pain, no more sorrow - nothing. The last thing he expected was to wake up in Hell, reborn as a demon under Lucifer’s control. He is planning on ending himself - for good this time - when he runs into an angel named Frank. Even though it is forbidden, he can’t resist spending time with him, and before he even realizes what is happening, he has fallen in love with this mysterious angel. Little does he know that their innocent romance is a part of something much greater which could ignite an all-out war between Heaven and Hell.

Father Way. by Frnk, Frank/Gerard, 6k, Not Rated. Father Way was the youngest priest in the parish, he had only joined a few months ago and Frank completely stopped going to confessions. Its not that Father Way was some old man, it was the opposite. He was around 25, fresh out of training when he joined the church.

Won't You Light My Way? by FallOutFromGrace, Frank/Gerard, 6k [WIP], Explicit. The land of the living became all the more interesting when one of the humans he was trying to turn to his own desires happened to have a spark of the divine. Well, for Gerard, at least. To everyone else, it was a horrific disaster and possibly and end to an era ruled by the spirits and entities down below. To him, it was an improvement to a boring existence.

Hunting With Bullets by Oni216, 21k [WIP], Mature. Having a band is the perfect cover to fight evil that lurks in the dark. It provides distraction, a reason to live, and decent lyrics for no one to fully understand. And it takes its toll. It always takes a toll.

From Grace by blood_infexions, Frank/Gerard, 40k, Explicit. “The connection a guardian angel will have to their human surpasses anything mortal man could fathom. It is pure, untainted love.” Frank is Gerard's guardian angel... until Gerard attempts suicide. Consequentially he is sent down to earth to live as a human again.

Desecrated Kids by wellthisisprettyrisque (collettephinz), Frank/Gerard, 144k, Explicit. Everyone moves into a new town and thinks it's strange. Stepping out of the car with a weird feeling tingling down the back of your neck isn't actually that unheard of, but finding that unmarked grave in the woods behind your house is. Frank Iero wonders if his mother moved him here so he'd disappear off the face of the planet, or if she actually wants the body to be found. All he knows is that this town has some horrible things happening to it, and no one seems to care enough to lift their heads and actually see. He has no idea what's going on, and is one of the few people that wants to find out. Luckily, Gerard is a few steps ahead of him.

Howl (Frerard Werewolf AU) by FrerardAndTheAssbutts666, Frank/Gerard, 18k, Teen And Up Audiences. In a small village, the townspeople all live together in harmony. But when a young woman is found dead, a wave of fear washes over the former peaceful village. Especially when signs of Werewolves, and Witches are linked to the murder. 17 year old Gerard Way is a young man who is well liked by everyone in the village, partly due to his families status in the village. Despite the fact that his village is a God fearing one and he wears dresses. And when another murder is committed, showing the same signs as the first, the village turns to full blown panic, and reinforcements are sent in to help. A Werewolf hunter and his son have traveled to help save this village from the belly of the beast, all while Gerard begins to question everything. The only person he could truly trust during this time of fear, is his boyfriend and lover, Frank. Frank and Gerard have been having a secret relationship, fearing they would be condemned to death if anyone knew. But as more blood is shed and more bodies hit the ground, Gerard begins to piece together that the beast is closer than he thinks. (Loosely based off Red Riding Hood with Amanda Seyfried and Gary Goldman...Okay more like its pretty based off it :p.)

Written in the Sand by Scarlet_Cross, Sarah/Brendon in a later fic, 28k, Teen And Up Audiences. Desert is brutal, it gives no second chances. It demands respect, sacrifice, and blood. (It's set in a super AU danger days pre-music videos universe. Mostly centered on the MCR boys, but there will be cameos, references, and side shoot offs into different bandom areas.)

The psalm of David by ratfromasewer, Frank/Gerard, 6k, Teen And Up Audiences. There's the world that's "after" and there's the world that's "before". After the slippery road, the accident, the almost-becoming-an-angel.

Stairway to Heaven by fleurdeliser, tuesdaysgone, Frank/Grant/Gerard, 58k, Explicit. Father Way accidentally taps into the memories of an angel, and stumbles into the middle of a millennia-long doomed romance.

Shadows In The Parking Lot by cellphonecharm_au, Frank/Gerard, 61k, Explicit. In which there’s a mass grave under Frank and Ray’s apartment complex, Frank doesn’t believe in ghosts, & Frank’s ex-boyfriend is, conveniently, a paranormal consultant.

Shadowplay by theoretically_yours, Frank/Gerard, 74k [WIP], Explicit. Malimore is a small town in Southern California where ghosts are as common as any other household pest and vampires come out to steal the souls of humans at midnight. Frank Iero is a young paranormal investigator whose interest in the supernatural began after the bizarre and untimely death of his parents. One day, when he and his partner take on a particularly gruesome case, all hell breaks loose with Frank caught at the very center. This is the story of how it all happened.

When Both Our Fates Collide (Frerard) by A_A_Dolan, Frank/Gerard, 11k, Mature. Frank Iero is a loner traveler who is a demon hunter. He is part demon due to him having to sacrifice part of his soul to save the life of his son, Miles, after losing his wife and twin daughters to demons. Along the way, Frank has a quest to save the life of someone who can save humankind from death and destruction. A man by the name of Gerard Way. Frank ends up finding Gerard...as a professional, exotic dancer in the bad part of town. Gerard is special and unique and it’s Frank’s job to protect him at all costs. Eventually Frank discovers that Gerard is an angel and has powers stronger than all demons combined...when that news gets out, all demons and angels are on the search for Gerard.

Love will scares us apart by francoantoniohierro, Frank/Gerard, 56k, Mature, Explicit. Haunted House AU. Frank Iero is looking for answers after the death of his best friend. The only people willing to help are the Way brothers. On the other hand, the Way brothers are two paranormal experts looking for amusement.

Famous Last Words by SaskiaK, 22k, Mature. The Paramour Mansion is not for the faint-hearted. Mikey recalls some of events that almost tore him apart

Stay out of the Light by orphan_account, Frank/Gerard, 10k, Explicit. Reserved bookworm Gerard, and arrogant, conceited boyfriend Frank are best friends, though they share little in common. They share even less in common when Frank mysteriously gains an appetite for human blood. As their classmates are steadily killed off in gruesome attacks, Gerard must uncover the truth behind his boyfriend's transformation and find a way to stop the bloodthirsty rampage before it reaches his own brother Mikey. Jennifer's Body AU

The Brandy of the Damned by Nokomis, Gen, 15k, Teen And Up Audiences. An ill-advised detour leads My Chem to a town populated by the dead.

Get Up and Kill by MontyKarl, 10k, Teen And Up Audiences. The zombie apocalypse is upon us. The Way Brothers may well be our only hope...or at the very least their only hope.

In The Walls by thesamefire, Gen, 72k, Teen And Up Audiences. When My Chemical Romance move into the Paramour, they get a lot more than they bargained for. All they want to do is write an epic album, but Mikey is falling apart and Gerard isn't sure what to do about it—or about the fact that they're trapped inside the house with no escape from the increasingly strange and terrible things that are happening to them.

Break The Walls (And Kill Us All) by tabulaxrasa, Frank/Gerard, 27k, Mature. Frank owns an antique store, but he's not very good at it. About the only thing he IS good at is having a crush on his best customer. Until Frank unknowingly unleashes something into his shop— something that doesn't like him very much. And it's not going away any time soon.

the house that dripped blood by addandsubtract, Frank/Mikey, 11k, Mature. “When do we leave?” Mikey asks, and Gerard steps back. “Two weeks,” he says, and Mikey sees flashes of empty hallways and open doors as Gerard pulls his fingers away.

[dingoat]

HEY. I wanna know more about this alternative universe plot! Can you summarize what it is, what's going on it, and specifically who these ~tortured love birds~ are?? Only if that's fun for you. I'm curious!!

HEY MY DAWG

So the whole thing is really the brainchild of @askshivanulegacy who as far as I can tell has a PhD in Angst Narratives majoring in Sci Fi and Magic, and had concocted an alternate Star Wars universe where the Empire’s Ministry of Intelligence (aka the bad guy spy club) developed a procedure that effectively turns their top agents into werebeasts, all the better to serve the Empire and go about their evil spying business. In this universe, their main OC - one Cipher Agent Omega Blakk - is thus a werefox, specialising in stealth operations, loyal to his cause to a painful degree.

NOW, we’d chatted OOC back and forth for a while because hey, I guess at some point it became obvious that I like werewolves and star wars too (who knew, weird right?), and through a bit of silly back-and-forth we let our main characters get to know one another in the ‘canon’ universe. Eventually I sent a single fateful writing prompt one fine October day, from which a little drabble was born. And we loved it, and decided to keep going with it, and it… kept going, and going, and backstory kept getting filled in and possible futures kept getting screamed about, and now we’re in so deep and loving every minute of it hahaha.

So that’s where it came from OOC! Narrative wise, holy heck, I could go on forever, but I’ll try to be brief for everyone’s sake. Actually I’m gonna stick the rest behind a READ MORE because I get the feeling my attempt at brief isn’t going to be very brief at all!

So Blakk is a loyal Imperial werefox spy, and my girl Ahuska is a werewolf. SHE was afflicted with her condition some time earlier, being stolen away as part of a secret Imperial military project that basically turned civilians into sleeper soldiers/Jedi killers. They have their memory messed with so that they don’t remember a thing about their time as animals, and the full moon is their trigger. So every now and again she’d be ‘placed somewhere by work’, not realising that at night she’d go off on a murderous rampage after being strategically positioned to take down a target, and then return to life as usual none the wiser. But the project messed up baaad and was shut down, with all subjects terminated; except Ahuska, who was rescued by ex-Agent Nines (one of @humanrevolt‘s characters, written by me in this au with blessings!) in the nick of time. She lived and traveled with Nines, who revealed her condition to her but not all the details; Ahuska felt obligated to stay with her, with the promise that Nines would help resolve her memory issues and let her gain control, meanwhile Nines had the security of a monster wolf who could help her with her own agenda. (At one point Ahuska met one of Nines’ old comrades and started crushing hard, oh no.)

Fast forward to the drabble written above that started this whole mess; one night, transformed, the werewolf meets the werefox. Blakk has had a malfunction with his cybernetic implant that controls his shapeshifts and winds up stuck as a fox with an injured leg; Ahuska protects him as a wolf and then wakes the next morning as a Bothan. He knows exactly what she is, she thinks she has a cute wounded fox to tend to. Things are adorable and awkward and innocent, then bit by bit things are revealed and shared and miscommunicated. Blakk accidentally leads Imperial soldiers to Ahuska and her crew; there’s a showdown after which he’s re-captured, now known to them as an Imperial Agent, and she feels horribly betrayed and confused. Nines tries to torture him for information and at first Ahuska is ordered to help but then her werewolf half takes over (knowing instinctively that what they’re doing is wrong), and she turns on her crew. She’s eventually subdued (gassed!), Nines tortures Blakk further (with Ahuska shut away this time) and he manages to antagonise her enough that she slips up, he makes a run for it, and takes Ahuska hostage into an escape pod to make his getaway.

THEN THERE’S A LOT MORE ANGST and mistrust and hating one another while they stumble through a swamp with one set of clothes between them. But every time one storms off, the other eventually comes to find them, and bit by bit they work through their differences and misgivings and realise neither ever actually wanted to hurt the other. Shaky trust starts to build again, but Blakk’s injured arm (between being caught in a trap, having shapeshifting malfunctions, and being flat out tortured) develops a hideous infection and he becomes deathly ill. Still miles from any settlement, Ahuska finds herself hopelessly worried and desperate to help him and without having a clue what she’s doing, manages to connect to him and heal him through the Force, and without realising it they develop a Force-bond. By the time they make their way out of the swamp, they trust one another, and matter to one another, and their eventual parting to resume their totally incompatible lives is heartbreaking.

When Nines wants to continue her persuit of the fox-Agent who is clearly her new nemesis, but Ahuska tries to stop her and insist that he won’t hurt them, Nines is livid and kinda loses it, thinking she’s being controlled somehow. Ahuska realises she can’t stay with Nines any more if she wants to maintain any sort of personal freedom, and makes her escape.

Blakk, meanwhile, has been reassigned to a new handler, (as his previous Watcher had been killed in the original altercation courtesy of the Dice Gods). I had the dubious honour of creating the New Watcher who rapidly evolved from a generic Imperial Bad Guy into a truly terrible, absolutely nasty piece of work, a manipulative control freak with depraved appetites and horribly unconventional training methods.

At this point, Ahuska and Blakk can only see one another when they dream, through their Force Bond, and those sequences are beautiful and magical and full of love (which they’ve finally admitted to one another) and hope (mostly, maybe some nightmares and seeping in of waking-world problems), where they’re exploring their feelings and one another and even what it means to trust and know their animal selves. Problem is, while Ahuska, very in tune with the Force (if unknowing), can remember everything that happens in their dreams, using them as fuel to push on through a world that is suddenly otherwise huge and lonely and dangerous, Blakk’s Force connection is broken and stunted and he doesn’t remember a thing once he wakes. He’s developing a relationship that he spends more than half his life unaware of, and in his waking life he’s being slowly but surely molded into Watcher Five’s perfect, obedient, unquestioningly loyal little fox-Agent-pet.

SO AS YOU CAN IMAGINE there is an AWFUL LOT of terrible times and amazing times in store, and honestly all that up there doesn’t even come close to touching on everything that’s been going on and fleshing out the world around them. I did my best to just whittle it down to enough basics to given an idea of just what exactly our poor characters have been through, and I hope it’s not too rambling ahaha. I’m sure it’s more than you needed to know but I will ALWAYS WELCOME MORE QUESTIONS as I’m sure will @askshivanulegacy (yo feel free to elaborate on any points here, I mean I haven’t even given Thirteen a look in 8) ) so ahhhhh yes. Ahh. I’m also NOT GONNA PROOF READ THIS so sorry if it’s awkward as hell to read I’M TIRED XD XD

It is specatcular fun and I’m so glad we decided to just run with it!

[thatnerdnextdoor24]

If your face is the last I ever see, I’ll be happy with that.

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Kit really needed to learn to pay attention in the midst of battle. Honestly though, its kind of hard to do when your boyfriend looks mighty fine in Shadowhunter gear, and he also happened to only have a few daggers and a seraph blade on him. But also when battle happens to be in the middle of the Los Angeles Shadow Market and there are a lot (a LOT) of innocent bystanders to protect. 

Currently, a rather large Rahab demon was rampaging through the market. IT was the largest one Kit had ever seen, and it should not have been able to get into the market at all. Kit didn’t think the demon really cared about that, though. Seeming how it had already torn up multiple booths. Kit and Ty had been enjoying a rather nice date (technically they were supposed to be gathering intel.)  when suddenly this demon has the audacity to just attack. How. Rude.

To say the least, Kit was pissed. But now he had to focus. Because this demon now stood between him and Ty. And Ty, well, he was in a bit of a tight, situation. He was backed up against a group of fairies and werewolves, who were trying to crawl out but were also screaming in the process. Rahab demons were blind and relied on their sense of hearing and smell. Ty was swiping and dodging with his seraph blade, while simultaneously trying to get people to safety. So Kit vaulted onto the wooden roof of a booth and whistled. “Hey, you oversized lizard! Look over here!!”

The Rahab demons head snapped towards him, and from the corner of his eye, he could see Ty start to herd the crowd to safety. So Kit kept yelling, “You smell like piss! You couldn’t catch me if you tried! YOU DUMB DINOSAUR!!! EXTINCTION CALLED! IT SAID YOUR LATE!” The demon growled and hurtled itself towards Kit, who vaulted himself over the demon and looked again to Ty. He had just gotten the last werewolf away. The Rahab demon called back Kit's attention when its tail slammed into his ribcage, throwing him back into a large rock. He heard a loud, sickening crack, and felt his breath get knocked out of him. And yet, that didn’t matter. 

Because know the demon had turned back to Ty as he through his dagger straight into its forehead. The demon roared and spat ichor all over Ty’s front. The demon moved and Kit lost his sight on Ty, hidden behind the oversized lizard. When breath filled his lungs again, all he could hear was the slice of flesh and splatter of ichor and the gnashing of teeth and then a cry from Ty and suddenly Kit couldn’t think. He pushed off the rock, his ribs screaming, and pulled his sword from his sheath. With a grunt, he brought the sword down onto the tail of the monster, the Adamas steel sliced through the tough skin like butter. The demon let out a scream and lashed around. Its claws brought down onto Kit, raking across his arm. But Kit didn’t glance at it, now he could see Ty. blood was soaking through his gear from a wound on his arm, the ichor steaming of the leather armor. “Kit!” He yelled. 

Kit couldn’t understand why Ty was screaming at him. A bite like his was far more dangerous than a silly scratch on Kit's arm- 

Suddenly the demon launched itself onto Kit and its teeth sank his leg, it clawed at his chest. Kit screamed as his world turned into nothing but flashing red and blinding pain. It hurt so bad he could hardly breathe and he couldn’t think his ears were ringing and he could feel the blood rushing out of him and it hurt so bad it hurt so bad it hurt so bad it hurt so bad-

The weight was suddenly thrown off of him and when he could open his eyes, Kit almost thought he was already dead. There was a blinding light and silver eyes of an angel, “Kit! Kit!” the light seemed to call, and then he could make out the rest of Ty’s anxious face and a witchlight in his hand. “Kit!” he called again. Kit wanted to say something witty but when he opened his mouth, all he could manage was a cough of blood. Suddenly the edges of his vision turned dark and he could only distantly see and hear Ty call for help, and a group of Downworlders coming to his aid. Warlocks throwing their hands over Kit and a wash of color came over him and suddenly the pain that had stolen his breath eased. Someone was pressing on the wound on his leg and then Ty’s face was back and he was saying something.

 Something that Kit should listen too. His voice was smooth and monotone as if he was reciting the facts he had learned that day, but his hands were fluttering as he drew runes on Kit's chest. Someone had cut open his gear. Maybe it had been the demon. He couldn’t remember. His eyes were losing focus, but, he wanted to understand the words coming from Ty’s mouth. He always wanted to understand Ty. “-Julian will be here soon, and so will Jem and Tessa and Magnus and you’re going to be fine. You’ll be fine. We’ll take care of you and you’ll be fine but I need you to stay awake. Can you do that for me? Can you stay awake.” Kit wanted to say yes, yes I can. I can do anything if it means I get to stay with you. But when he reached up and touched Ty’s cheek he said, “I love you.” Ty’s face melted and tears filled his eyes and Kit couldn’t understand why he was crying. 

Did Kit make him sad? Earlier tonight, when he had said that, his lover had smiled. Why didn’t he smile now? KIt didn’t understand. “I need you to stay with me.” Ty whispered. Kit’s eyelids felt heavy. He thought it sound very difficult to stay. But Ty wanted him to. His heart whimpered at the thought of leaving. Of dying. Ironic…. Kit thought. 

He had once wished to die, it was true. He had hoped for it to come while he slept and sweep him away to a better place. To let him sleep and never wake up. Now, he felt it cover him like a warm and welcoming blanket. Tucking him in for the night and kissing his forehead. Wishing him sweet dreams. Pulling his eyelids down and telling his heart to take a break. He used to want this. But now he didn’t want that. He wanted to live. 

He wanted to see his little sister grow up. He wanted to watch another horror movie with Dru, to train again with Emma, to have Julian teach him how to make Ty’s favorite food. To talk all night with Livvy and to play games with Tavvy and Max and Rafe and Mina. He wanted to show Ash the wonders of the mundane world and he wanted to hang out with Jace again. He wanted to finally tell Tessa and Jem, how much he loved them. He wanted to ask if he could call them Mom and Dad.

Most importantly, he wanted Ty. 

He wanted to get lost in his eyes. He wanted him to tell Kit his favorite words again. He wanted to lay in the sun while Ty read to him. He wanted to make him pancakes and hold his hands and lose himself completely to Ty. The world could be so bright, it could be full of wonder and life and love and happiness. Ty had taught him that. 

“What are we-” Kit coughed, Ty pulled his head into his lap. “What are we gonna do after this?” He tried. And Ty smiled a little. “I thought we could get ice cream.” He whispered. Distantly, Kit could hear people shouting too one another. He could see the grim looks the warlocks hovering above him had. Kit’s smile felt weak even to him, “That sounds lovely.” His chest heaved. “Keep talking.” His voice, barely loud enough to hear. 

“Then we can go back to the Institute and watch a movie with Dru or we could play a game. Or we could just go to bed, that would be okay too. It doesn’t really matter I just,” Ty’s voice cracked. “I just want to be with you. I love you, Kit. And you’re going to be fine. I’ll be right here with you, and you’re going to be fine. I know, because your Kit Herondale. You can do anything. And you told me that you wouldn’t leave me and you are not a liar. So you are going to be fine. You’ll be okay Kit. You’ll be just fine.” 

Ty’s hand was wrapped tight around Kit’s, but Kit was too weak to squeeze back. “It’s okay.” Kit whispered. Because his heart was tired, and he wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up. “If I have to leave, you’ll be okay Ty. If your face is the last I ever see, I’ll be happy with that.” 

Kit would have begged any God or Devil in order to stay. But he knew better than anybody, what happened when you tampered with death. And right now, all Kit wanted to do was memorize every inch of Tibeirus’s lovely face. His soft black hair, his starry eyes. The curve of his cheek. His long lashes and the soft freckles that you had to be in just the right light to see. His sweet lips that Kit had been lucky enough to kiss. Yes, if Kit had to die if he had to let go. He wanted it to be this face. 

“Please.” Tiberius hushed. “Just keep looking at me. Just keep listening to me.” His voice was a melody to Kit’s ears. In his ears there was also a call of familiar voices, then there was also his voice, and it was far more enthralling. Kit listened while his love talked. His voice sweeping into Christopher's ears and staying there. Resting there and cradling him and soothing his aching bones. The pounding of his head soothed. His eyes felt heavy.

I’ll rest. He thought. Just for a little while. I will rest here for just a moment. He promised, but nobody heard him. He only had a second to think, that maybe, next time, he should pay a little more attention. Only a second to feel familiar arms lift him up, soothing hands and whispers to cover him. Only a second to squeeze Tiberius’s hand, before Christopher closed his eyes, and found that he could not open them again.

[dyde21]

Lone Wolf 1: The Meeting

So I reread the amazing the amazing werewolf!AU HERE by @somethingmorecreative1 that @percyyoulittleshit reblogged recently and it honestly filled me with inspiration for my own sort of werewolf AU. I have a lot of ideas for this AU already honestly. Warning, a bit angsty in this chapter. A short part one!

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Pinching the bridge of her nose, Annabeth sighed and tried to reign in her frustration. “Are you seriously telling me we have no idea where this rogue is?” She said, her voice steely and even. 

Piper squirmed slightly under the gaze of her alpha. It was clear the frustration wasn’t directed at her, she was just the messenger, but she could tell Annabeth’s temper was flaring up. 

Piper nodded, taking a deep breath. “Will and Nico both haven’t seen him recently.”

Annabeth dropped her head into her hands. “I assume he hasn’t just… left?” 

Piper shook her head out of habit. “They found two dead deer, and a hiker reported a large ‘bear like creature.’ Yesterday.” 

Annabeth leaned back in her office chair, annoyed. “So he’s somewhere where our best trackers can’t find him, yet close enough that he’s able to hunt recklessly in our area and risk exposing us. I don’t know if he’s cocky or stupid or both.”

Piper shrugged. “He’s probably just desperate.” 

Looking out the window, Annabeth knew her beta was probably right. It was true werewolves could survive by just hunting animals in their animal form, but most of them just preferred to eat normal, human meals. If he was hunting regularly, it meant he couldn’t. Which meant he was probably a loner who wandered into their territory. 

But he hadn’t even bothered to introduce himself, which was customary. They wouldn’t have had any of these problems if he had just stopped by. They could have talked, and sent him on his way, or even invited him to the pack. 

But no, this idiot had to play a dangerous game of hide and go seek which could wind up with all of them dead. 

“Annabeth?” Piper asked after a moment, jolting her from her thoughts. She realized she hadn’t actually said anything in a few minutes, leaving her best friend hanging. “Fine. Just let me know if we get any useful information. If you can find willing people, add another shift to patrols just looking for him. I want this resolved before someone gets hurt.” Annabeth really tried to avoid giving direct orders if she could help it. Her title of Alpha was undisputed, and they knew she could snap them in line if needed, but as long as they knew that it was fine for Annabeth. She took pride in a well behaved pack rather than one under martial law like many others. 

Piper nodded, moving towards the door before pausing. “You look awful.” 

Annabeth growled at her slightly, before she felt a slightly sweaty curl fall in front of her face from her messy bun and realized Piper wasn’t actually wrong. Letting out an annoyed huff, she just turned her attention back to her laptop. “I know.” She resigned.

“Get some rest.” Piper ordered, but knew that she shouldn’t press Annabeth any further at the moment. 

Childishly Annabeth just stuck her tongue out at the girl as she closed the door. She was exhausted, but it was hardly her fault. There were not one, but two business deals she was in the middle of negotiations for. Her territory was being harassed by some lone wolf that could either be in need of aid, or a rampaging danger to her pack, and the last threat of luke was still echoing in her head. She really wanted to get drunk, but her stupid genes made her body burn out the alochol short of incredibly amounts which made it not really worth it, poor coping mechanisms aside.

Deciding to work for a bit, she hoped following her usual routine would help ease the tension before she ended up snapping at some poor pack member that didn’t deserve it.

Luckily, the right playlist on spotify and a solid project did help her focus, even if her gaze drifted out the window once or twice towards the forest where the pain in her ass was hiding somewhere. 

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Things were fine. That’s at least what Annabeth had been telling herself. The business deals had gone rather well, and the stranger hadn’t made himself known recently which meant he had hopefully moved on. Things were finally looking up and Annabeth was glad to be catching a break. She knew the life of an Alpha was always a difficult one, but it was times like these that she enjoyed sitting back and appreci-

“He’s back.” Piper said frantically, blasting into her office, holding her arm with a cloth. The smell of blood hit Annabeth’s nose and she shot to her feet, feeling the inner wolf snarling at attention. 

Who had hurt her Beta?

Annabeth was about to move the cloth when Piper stepped back, glaring at her. “Oh calm down.”

“What happened? Is it Luke?” Annabeth snapped, her anger unrestrained. 

Piper just leveled her gaze at her Alpha, having been with her for so long she wasn’t fazed by the girl’s outbursts much anymore. 

“No. It’s the stranger. I met him.”

Annabeth’s eyes widened. “And he attacked you? Call Clarisse and Beckendorf. We’re going hunting. Now.” She ordered. 

Piper shook her head. “Wait, it’s not what you think.”

“I don’t care. He hurt you. That’s a death sentence-”

“ANNABETH!” Piper snapped, making the blonde pause. The annoyance her pride was feeding her was outweighed by the shock. Her friend rarely raised her voice at her. At least outside of a joking manner.

“What?” She asked, eyes narrowing. 

Piper flinched back slightly, realizing she was still talking to her Alpha. 

I think… he’s scared.” She started.

Annabeth paused, rage being replaced with a mild curiosity. “What?” She repeated, less harshly. 

“I could smell him hunting nearby so I tracked him down. He was finishing off a deer when I got there. Annabeth… he didn’t look good. He was thin, and his eyes looked wild. I tried to calm him down and talk to him but he panicked and attacked me. Once he saw when he did he ran away instead of trying to fight.”

Annabeth digested the information, still staring at her friends arm. 

Piper rolled her eyes, sighing out of frustration. “Oh relax. It was just a cut. It’s pretty much healed already.” She said, moving the cloth to show her that the wound had in fact closed and was starting to fade.

“He might leave now. If he ran after attacking you, it’s clear he wasn’t looking for a fight. The best chance he would have had would be you alone yet he didn’t try to kill you. He might get spooked and move on.”

Piper nodded. “Maybe. But there’s no much free space to hunt around us. Reyna’s pack is just to the west of us, and all other directions are sparse in hunting areas.” Piper paused, looking down. “Annabeth… I’m worried. He really didn’t look good.”

Running a hand through her hair, Annabeth sighed. “We can’t afford to be kind hearted now. He attacked you and could bring more trouble. We need to protect the pack, and some rogue wolf is a threat. He needs to leave, for his sake. I won’t let him hurt anyone else.” Annabeth said, ignoring her own heart yearning to help a wolf that was desperate and alone. She had too many lives in her hands to naively follow her whims.

Piper nodded, but was clearly unhappy with her decision. Annabeth sighed but didn’t have much of a choice. “Piper.” She ordered, making her friend look up. 

“You are not allowed to run off and do something stupid to try and ‘help him’”. She said, making it clear it was an order.

Piper glared at her, but nodded. “Fine.” She muttered, mildly annoyed her plan had already been found out. 

Annabeth walked over, resting a hand on Piper’s arm. “I know you mean well. You’re the best of us all. But the pack… I can’t afford to lose you. It’s too dangerous.”

Piper just sighed nodding. “May I go?”

Annabeth nodded. “I’ll be back soon. Just have a little more work.”

Piper nodded, before leaving. 

Leaning back in her chair, Annabeth hated how complicated her life had gotten because of some desperate wolf. She really wished he would just move on and find help somewhere. She was too worried about the stability her pack was lucky with to introduce some foreign element into it. 

Finishing a little more work Annabeth decided to call it early to head back. She needed to clear her head.

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Running through the forest the massive wolf let out a bark, and the wolves trailing behind her split off into their own paths. 

This wasn’t really an official hunt as much as a social outing. Keeping the pack together and letting them blow off steam. She wasn’t too worried about keeping them in line right now, and they would all be close enough in case anyone got in trouble. 

Admittedly she was a bit nervous about that rogue wolf still, but it had been a week since there had been any trace of him so hopefully he had moved on. 

Piper was the last at her side, but with a quick nudge of her head, Piper too went off to run on her own, maybe hunting down a deer. Annabeth wasn’t particularly hungry yet, so she just lowered to a gentle trot through the forest, keeping her ears and nose open for any sense of danger. She was content enjoying the quiet night and letting them have their fun. The run had been enough stress relief for her. 

Annabeth had just laid down on a massive tree stump when she heard the howl. It was Will’s. And… it was about an intruder. But it didn’t sound like the usual danger one. Instantly Annabeth realized their “friend” must have been back. Pushing herself, Annabeth sprinted as fast as she could towards the source of the howl. Piper was at her side in moments, and soon they caught up to Will. The large wolf pointed towards one direction, and Annabeth caught the scent. Sending Piper to the left and Will to the right, Annabeth headed straight towards it. 

It was time to put an end to their strange game of hide and seek, one way or another. 

Annabeth was the first one to catch up to it. 

The massive black wolf was running from her, but it seemed… slow. Like it should have been much faster than it was able to run. 

The second she got close enough it whipped around, growling intensely, but backing up slightly. Annabeth let out a howl, letting the others know to stay close but not join her yet. 

Standing tall, Annabeth approached it, demanding all the respect an Alpha deserved. It just backed up more, clearly looking for a way to escape. It turned left, as if to run, but Piper emerged from the bushes, head low and growling a clear warning. The wolf backed up a little more, only to be met with Will emerging on the other side. It snarled at all of them, before looking directly at Annabeth. The more Annabeth looked at it, the more she could tell Piper was right. It looked bad. It’s ribs were way too visible, it’s fur was matted, and it’s eyes were darting around like it was way too anxious. Understandable given the circumstances, but it didn’t seem to have any sort of composure.

Piper whined at her once, a plea for compassion. Sighing, Annabeth hated how easily she was influenced by her friend. 

Moving a bit closer to piper, she shifted back to human. Piper was close enough to protect her if the beast tried anything, but this would be her only chance to parley with it. And it’s only chance to survive the night. 

“My name is Annabeth, this is my territory and I’m the Alpha. Now who the hell are you and why have you been causing a ruckus.”

The wolf paused, clearly debating it’s options. A dangerous growl from piper made it clear trying to get a quick attack off at Annabeth was not an option, and Will mirrored him closely, blocking off any routes he could try to run. 

Seemingly out of options, the wolf lowered his head slightly, before he shifted back into a young man. He looked to be about Annabeth’s age, but he looked bad.

“I’m Percy.” He responded. 

Percy was in old, torn and dirty jeans, a stained shirt and a blue flannel. His hair was matted and he had the start of a beard. It was clear he wasn’t well fed from his overall frame, though it was hard to tell just how bad. 

“I’m just trying to survive.” He added. 

“By being obvious about hunting deer and being seen by humans? You’re lucky you aren’t dead.”

Percy let out a hollow laugh. “Some luck I have.” He muttered. 

“Why didn’t you try and find me when you got here? Why avoid us?” She pressed on, taking a step forward. 

“Cause I’m not going to bend my knee to some entitled asshole just so you can kill me the second I turn away.”

Both Piper and Will let out a growl at the insult. Annabeth’s eyes narrowed, but she kept herself in check. For as tough as his words were, it almost sounded like he wasn’t talking about her. He was trying to sound all tough and defiant, but it was clear he was just desperate.

Annabeth stared at him, thinking. “You have three options. One, behave and we’ll let you stick around and you can try and find a life here.” 

He scoffed at the idea, looking at them like he was disgusted to be around them. 

“Two. You can try and take us out, but I think you know that isn’t a good idea.” She threatened, a growl in her voice. This time Percy didn’t respond, just lowering his head slightly. It was clear he wasn’t actually looking for a fight despite his tough words. 

“Three. You can leave and try your luck somewhere else. But I don’t think you’ll get very far with your attitude.” She explained, crossing her arms. 

He just stared at her, his eyes cold as if he was trying to read her but Annabeth wasn’t phased.

She paused, loosening the tension in her shoulders slightly. “We don’t want to be your enemies. If you’re willing to give us a chance, we can help you.” She offered honestly. 

This seemed to disarm the boy slightly as his aggressive demeanor dropped. 

His eyes were searching hers for something, it was almost like a mask fell away. Instead of a dangerous rogue wolf, he was just a scared, packless boy trying to survive and Annabeth felt her heart hurt.

Next to her Piper shifted to human, raising her hands in peace. “I want to help you. We can get you food and shelter, but we need you to behave if we’re going to.” 

The boy took a step towards them, seemingly subconsciously. It was clear Piper’s words were working. 

“We can’t have someone dangerous around, but we want to help you.” 

At the word dangerous his walls shot back up as he tensed and stepped back. “I don’t believe you.”

There was a tense pause in the air, before a loud stick snapped to their right. Looking over, they saw Will, still as a wolf, looking started as he had accidentally stepped on one while circling. When they looked back Percy had already taken off running, shifting mid stride as he tore away from them. Will started to run but Annabeth called him off. “Let him go. We told him what we had to. It’s up to him now.” The large wolf trotted to her side, and Annabeth absentmindedly began petting the side of his large neck. “I just hope he makes the right choice.”

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I don't think Sam ever actually "gave up hope" in the future timeline. He kept dragging Dean along with him, trying to keep fighting. But losing Eileen is what made Sam have a "death wish," according to Dean (or Chuck, maybe). I'm really not a die-hard Sam/Eileen person necessarily, I could take it or leave it. But your comments about them always seem like you're saying that they don't even really care about each other, and that's just... not true.

Okay this is gonna be a convoluted sentence, but I need everyone to follow along with this one: If anything I’m saying about Sam and Eileen’s relationship is being interpreted in such a way that the reader believes that I am implying that Sam and Eileen do not care about each other, that’s the reader’s inference, and not what I am actually saying.

It is obvious in s15, just as it was obvious in 11.11, 12.17, and 12.21 that Sam does care about Eileen. And that Eileen obviously likes Sam (and Dean, for that matter… her interactions with Dean are just about as cute, for anyone who hasn’t picked up on that… like in 12.17, more than half of her conversation ARE WITH DEAN, and Dean clearly cares about her, too. Even if it’s always been presented in a slightly different way, or possibly in a less… intense? way than her interactions with Sam.

That said… in the future timeline– that is, in CHUCK’S STORY HE WAS SHOWING TO SAM– Chuck’s STORY (which, remember, he planted Eileen in Sam’s life in 15.06 specifically to become Sam’s love interest, for the purposes of Chuck’s story) said that Sam’s had a death wish ever since Eileen died. Because that would line up with CHUCK’S STORY as it had been playing out all season that had made her into Sam’s love interest. That story also suggested that Dean… LOST THE WILL TO FIGHT after he had to lock Cas up in a Ma’lak box. Not that Dean had a death wish.

(I mean, we know this is accurate but this is how Dean personally reacts when he loses Cas. We know how he reacts when he loses anyone else– think about what he did when Charlie died. He went on a murder rampage against the Stynes for killing her. When Mary died he broke some furniture and went full bore toward both resurrecting her and stopping Jack. But without Cas, Dean loses the will to fight. Sam has… always been different. He referenced Jess in 15.04 to remind us of how he was after she died in the pilot episode. Just like John, he picked up the revenge mission and ran with it. But for Dean, Cas is different. Without Cas… Dean gives up.)

But if we are to believe this is a True Seeing of future events that WILL actually happen in reality, we have to disregard the fact that Chuck is a supremely unreliable narrator. And the guy is not a great liar. And it’s been lampshaded repeatedly this season that he’s not a particularly good storyteller either.

To Becky’s horror, all Chuck seems to care about are the monsters, and he gets angry and tries to argue when Becky tells him that NOBODY cares about the monsters. That we all care about the characters. And Chuck’s pretty much been trying to prove how great the monsters are ever since. Have you noticed that pretty much every episode this season so far has involved monsters? Ever since they got the hell rift sealed up, anyway. Ghosts and demons apparently aren’t good enough for Chuck, and from 15.04 on we’ve had vampires, werewolves, witches and djinn, a marid, werewolf, and now (FINALLY! Chuck is probably thinking) Leviathans, leviathan blossoms, a mention of Eve, and whatever that rando corpse was in Purgatory, aka Monster Heaven.

And yet, Chuck’s line is that without him in the universe, it would be Nothing But Monster Apocalypse, as if he was the one holding all that at bay. And just… dude, do you think we’re all “crazy and stupid” like you attempted to convince Dean that Sam was for telling him the truth about how you had manipulated their lives in 14.20? He pulled a similar string of lies with Amara (who saw through his lies), he pulled a similar string of lies with Becky (who still tried to be kind to him anyway, even after he treated her like a jerk). So I’m wondering how anyone trusts anything he says now, you know?

Chuck made the monsters. He LIKES the monsters. And it’s like he’s writing his ending out of spite over Becky’s critique of his “fic” in 15.04. Becky doesn’t like monsters? Doesn’t think the stakes were high enough? Well, he’ll show her! What does she know? She’s not a real writer anyway, right? Just a fanfic writer who wants them all to sit around an talk about their feelings. Ew, right?

>.>

So, yeah, this is how I approach anything that we’re told is part of “Chuck’s process,” or Chuck’s story. With the assumption that he’s lying. Because writers lie.

(This was also a staple of his character in s11. This is exactly how he wrote back then. Metatron called him out on it several times, but even then we know he was still trying to lie his way out of direct responsibility for anything. He blamed Dean for not having killed Amara (!!!????) as if that was something Dean was supposed to be able to do. He blamed Amara for “blocking him” when we’d seen her literally tearing through the world looking for him. Then after all that, he said they CAN’T kill Amara because it would create an imbalance in the universe and the universe would collapse. Pick a story and stick with it, Chuck. We also know when he writes himself into a corner, he invents something on the spot to fix it, such as Chekhov’s Equalizer Gun. Or going WAY back to 5.10 and the apocalypse that failed… The Colt, which was supposed to kill anything, failed to work on Lucifer, because it didn’t fit Chuck’s desired plot, all of a sudden there were five exceptions to the Colt’s powers. Shocker, that… >.>)

Rule of thumb: If Chuck is saying something, there’s a super good chance you should at least inspect it with a measure of doubt, run it through the BS filter for good measure, and then give it 24 hours or at least one (1) more installment of canon before you begin to trust it…

But back to your original question. If Sam and Eileen hadn’t at least LIKED each other, Sam would never have even CONSIDERED any sort of a relationship with Eileen, and Chuck’s plot would’ve been foiled a heck of a lot earlier. Chuck’s a bad writer, but he’s not THAT bad of a writer…

eta, because after posting I realized I never addressed the first part of your question: Sam gave up hope when he refused to cast the spell to lock Chuck up. That’s what Chuck is referring to. And it wasn’t anything to do with Eileen that made him “lose hope.” Which is Chuck’s phrase for what happened... maybe “lost the will to cast that spell in particular because of the risk of a specific set of consequences,” is more accurate. Because Sam remained defiant (or disbelieving of Chuck’s story) up until Chuck told him that their fate as cheesy vampires wasn’t the worst of it. The worst of it was that Sam and Dean would give up, and the world would be overrun and succumb to the monsters. That not just the Winchesters, but all of humanity, would lose. THAT is what Sam could not put at risk.

Okay, I just needed to get that in there :’D