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Nobles reproduce asexually and non-pureblood nobles originated from true contracts.
In a true contract the noble and human's souls join together and kind of merge around the edges. When the human dies, the noble's ~immune system goes 'hang on there's a part of me that's blurred with another mind and this could be dangerous for keeping myself 'myself.'' - The biggest danger to immortals is going insane/mindless if they don't decide how they're going to be and then act like that person consistently - see the human concept of 'integrity.'
(That is where the noble concept of 'inelegance' comes from - the Latin root is 'eligere' or 'choice,' and calling someone inelegant is saying 'you're making bad choices and if you keep acting this way you're going to lose your selfhood.' People who don't value the selfhood and rights of others will get a habit of acting as though people don't matter, and this habit means they will apply that to themselves too, and eventually degrade into bugfuck nuts or just mindless things over the millennia.)
So post true contract the part-human soul piece gets budded off and manifests as a new noble. Those nobles are capable of having children which are also non-purebloods. There are some nobles who came from true contracts with species other than hominids, too. There aren't any part-werewolf nobles because werewolf mental defenses don't permit a foreign influence over their souls (at least not long term w/o fighting it off) and a true contract requires cooperation from both parties to form.
Living around nobles caused humans to select for the ability to control psychic energy - not just true contracts, but nobles ~leak aura and humans who could absorb that aura could use it for healing and communication even without having a contract themselves. That's why there are humans with powers in Rai's Adventure and why Shinwoo is so tough: they've been living in range of a noble.
Nobles are required by law to have red eyes so humans can identify them: the criminal noble in Rai's Adventure has blue eyes and Raskreia assumes that Frankenstein is a noble breaking the law because he has noble style eyes (nested pupils) that aren't red.
Non-pureblood nobles aren't as powerful as purebloods because their souls/energy forms are smaller and the human ability to control energy isn't as good as the noble ability - yet. If either Rai or Frankenstein were to die, the resulting noble would absolutely be as tough as a pureblood. Rai hasn't told Frankenstein that 'oh hey if I die there's going to be a baby' because he assumed the Previous Lord explained the birds and the bees of true contracts. Unfortunately, nobles not realizing 'oh hey I should use language to tell people important things' strikes again.
Before they picked up language from humans, nobles communicated by mind control - inserting concepts into the other noble's mind. And mind control isn't something to do lightly. A noble calling someone 'talkative' was originally not quite an insult, it was more like 'stop trying to control me or I will start stabbing you.' Because of the need for integrity to remain themselves over the millennia of immortality, a noble changing how they act/what they think is Serious Business. This is why Gejutel is stubborn AF and why he raised Regis to be the same way.
After all, the hierarchy of survival needs is very different for a species that doesn't need to eat or breathe and doesn't need to worry about dying from exposure when they can just manifest clothing, etc. The Landegre and Loyard clans dying wasn't impractical chivalry, it was 'if we stop acting as though people's lives have meaning then we will cease to be ourselves and that's worse than just going to sleep.'
My worldbuilding for how nobles and werewolves happened in Noblesse goes like so:
Nobles are energy/dimensional beings and the first one to achieve sapience, the original Lord, got very bored and wanted intelligent company. So he started looking for other intelligent life: he found other beings like him, but they weren't actually smart because they didn't need to be, they just floated around and existed.
Then he managed to filter signals out of the universal background noise, and found an intelligent species roughly similar to humanity - carbon based, evolved on an earthlikeish world, etc.
Unfortunately, they had developed the ability to modify themselves, and of course the rich and powerful were the ones to benefit and use it to become even more powerful/oppressive, while treating the people who couldn't afford to extend their lifespans like their lives were worthless.
Basically, they were making the same mistake the Union made: not valuing selfhood means losing selfhood when you're an immortal. Kindness, actual intelligence - the species was losing those traits by assholes killing all the non-assholes.
So the Original Lord was like 'shit I found people but I can't use them as a template for uplifting my kind because they're devolving into mindless things that just kill, which is even worse than being mindless things that just exist.'
So he created the original Noblesse to make sure that never happened to him (if he started looking down on his intellectual inferiors too much) or his kind.
Eventually he got sick of being alone, created a child, and then went into eternal sleep (went back to just mindlessly existing) as technically the second soul weapon (the Noblesse being the first).
That Lord was the one who went 'okay, this other species became intelligent from being in bodies on a planet' and pushed the rest of the nobles to manifest bodies on Earth and also put some of the descendants of that species there too in case that helped - which it sort of did, because the species that would eventually become werewolves attacked everything including the nobles, so they had to do/get good at *something* (fighting/self-defense) instead of sitting around like lumps.
After Earth developed its own life, that Lord saw that evolution was a thing and made it a rule that if you couldn't keep your body from being destroyed you had to go to eternal sleep. However even in the present day the youngest nobles are only sixth generation so they haven't had enough time for any real evolution to take place.
Nobles interacted/contracted with more species than just early hominids and gradually started to pick up how to think/solve problems from the minds around them, which accelerated when proto-humans came around and they started cohabitating. The Lord then ordered that nobles had to take human form because human brains were good at thinking.
Unfortunately, the werewolves were modified into chimeras that got the abilities of other species by eating them, and humans obviously objected to being eaten. But if werewolves didn't keep eating humans for their neurons their intelligence dropped back down. Nobles lent humans power so they could defend themselves and there was basically a werewolves vs. nobles/humans war until the Previous Lord figured out enough of werewolf biology that he could make them grow their own neurons and pass quasi-human bodies with brains down to their descendants. This is the result of a ~spell anchored in one of the noble sanctuaries and one of the reasons Muzaka was 'if we fight with the nobles and humans we don't win' when other werewolves were 'why DON'T we subjugate the inferior humans?' because forget fighting, the noble Lord could have turned off the array and lobotomized their entire species. (The Previous Lord did NOT pass any of this information down to Raskreia. None of the awake nobles know how their species originated except Rai, because the Noblesses have some programmed knowledge so they know what their job is.)
The rest of the werewolves didn't know about the array because like the nobles, they lacked any oral history tradition and the older werewolves didn't want to talk about how they once had no choice but to eat actual people because they were ashamed of it. Muzaka was told about it by the werewolf he defeated to become Lord.
So even though there are two other species on earth that are in theory very different from humans, they both think a surprising amount like humans because they're mostly using human brains to do it with, so there's no Lovecraftian 'these beings are so different from us we're just ants to them' and this is enforced because the Noblesse exists and their job is to go 'oh, so you think the powerful have the right to crush the weak? Alright, have it your way' before people who think that way can kill, or worse, influence others.
The concept of superior(gets to abuse)inferior is a predatory meme that already wiped out one sentient species - the modern werewolves are descended from that species, sure, but they're so different from them it would make more sense to call them humans than remnants of that species.
The nobles were confined on Lukedonia because they kept getting attached to humans and then as a species of immortals, not having any healthy way to deal with LOSING generation after generation of humans was really fucking them up. So the nobles still awake were quarantined on Lukedonia until humans became less fragile/achieved immortality and would stop dying on the nobles. The Previous Lord took most of his generation of clan leaders into eternal sleep so that their kids would have tons of problems and would have to get better at thinking to solve them. That's why he didn't want Raskreia to be Lord, because he felt guilty about how his entire plan for noble development was making the lives of the next generation of nobles as hard as possible, with them barely having any idea what they are or how their powers worked and then starting to interact with humans again when humans are predators and humans thinking nobles are shiny isn't necessarily going to end well for a noble once the average human is capable of fighting a noble without a contract.
So the project to uplift nobles is doing pretty well, but they still need to actually start talking to each other and passing on information. Given how good some oral traditions are, certain humans probably remember more about what things were like when nobles like Gejutel and Lagus were young than those nobles do.
The Union/Maduke's fascist 'family' need to be taken out before they do to this planet what happened to the original werewolf species.
Rai's brother tried to wipe out humanity because in their generation there were two noblesse and so their job got split in half, with Rai being tasked with internal threats and his brother with external. Rai's brother decided that humans were causing so many nobles to enter eternal sleep and humans were also possessive of nobles, so once humans evolved to be equal to nobles they'd probably try to subjugate them, so they had to be wiped out. Rai was 'the strong killing the weak is a much bigger danger to nobles than humans are' and ofc genocide is wrong, so Rai had to take him out. Some nobles who lost too many family to humans (those family members choosing to enter eternal sleep instead of staying awake with the noble family who loved them) were making bloodstones to support Rai's brother because of all the nobles who were attacking him to protect humans.
Rai's brother didn't want Rai to die, so the idea was to knock him out until he was done eliminating the humans and then make him eat a bloodstone to repair the damage. Most of the humans Rai's brother killed and the nobles who also died in the conflict were resurrected by the Previous Lord: there's an array that gathers human souls so they don't cease to exist on death that he created. It's powered by the array that drains the Lord's power in the throne room so they don't rip open the Earth's crust every time they lose their temper (see the two large blue crystals). He didn't tell Raskreia that the castle array does anything but protect Lukedonia from her power either.
Gejutel knows about the artificial afterlife but it wouldn't occur to him to tell anyone because talking is a fairly recent concept for him and doing it unnecessarily is being noisy. Raizel knows about it too but assumes Franken knows about it because Franken knows a lot of things. It's possible to resurrect them just like it's possible to wake up sleeping nobles. Unfortunately it doesn't work on werewolves because werewolves have defenses against getting engulfed by foreign energy fields and dragged out of their bodies, so werewolves actually die when they are killed.
#noblesse laser cannons#noblesse#Gejutel is a second generation noble#but he was born when proto humans were around#The Previous Lord was third generation#Raskreia and Regis are fourth generation#Seira and Rai are sixth#the Kertia brothers are fifth#Lagus was third too#but made around the same time as Gejutel#The minotaur in Rai's adventure#was descended from the werewolves who chose not to eat humans#at first the array worked for the werewolves who were there when it was activated#and their kids#but the Previous Lord tinkered with it later so it uplifted all werewolves#so a lot of werewolves just woke up in the woods one day#and assumed that was how it was for the others#Gejutel being second gen means that when he first got Regasus#there was only one soul in there#then two with Rousare#while Seira's death scythe has five
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This is a repost of a story I posted previously in a different format.
“If you treat creatures kindly they will return the favor.” He watched as his teacher reached out to the dragon. His breath rushed out when the creature’s aggressive scales gently tapped her palm. “No one really wishes to be cruel.”
- @givethispromptatry
There was a dragon in the hills on the outskirts of Kingsbury, and Jarrod was going to kill it.
Not that he was a knight. Oh, no. Jarrod was a Spellcaster and apprenticed to Kingsbury’s resident Spellcaster. His teacher, Leona, said that he had promise and might even be as powerful as her one day. That was high praise from the best Spellcaster in the three kingdoms.
Of course, his teacher also said that power was useless without skill, and that he had a long way to go in that area.
Jarrod first heard of the dragon when a group of townspeople came to visit Leona after dinner one night. Leona sent him to the kitchen to wash dishes so that they could speak to her privately, but Jarrod left the kitchen door open so he could listen. According to what Jarrod heard, the dragon took residence in the hills sometime in the last fortnight. Since then, the surrounding villages lived in terror whenever the dragon flew overhead to hunt. The dragon was huge and red, they said, and local farmers and ranchers had found mangled livestock in their fields in the mornings.
Delegations were sent to the King to request aid, but so far had proved fruitless. He was preoccupied with the war with Clendyne to the south and wasn’t concerned with a dragon terrorizing small farming communities.
Please, the townspeople begged. Spellcaster Leona, please slay the dragon for us.
But she refused.
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Jarrod could not understand his teacher. She possessed more than enough power to slay a dragon. Had they not travelled to the north coast last summer, where she slew a krakken? The bards still sang songs about it, and would continue to long after her death. Jarrod could only dream of that level of fame.
Part of Jarrod’s studies was reading about magical creatures. He could tell you about mischievous mermaids and the tricksy Fair Folk. He knew how to defend against vampires and werewolves. He knew that dragons were big, with razor-edged scales tougher than any man-made armour. They spewed fire and some could even summon lightning. But perhaps the greatest danger was that they were resistant to magic.
When Jarrod asked his teacher why she would not aid the townspeople, she told him that the dragon had not caused any harm. No harm! It was terrifying people and butchering livestock. It had to be stopped.
If Leona, Spellcaster Extraordinaire, would not do it, then her apprentice would.
She would be furious if she caught him, so Jarrod waited until she was asleep before creeping across the landing and down the stairs of their little cottage. (That was another thing he didn’t understand. She was renowned and beloved. She could live anywhere and earn piles of gold, but she chose to live in the middle of nowhere in a tiny two-bedroom house). His feet avoided the creaky floorboards with the ease of long practice and he made his way into the kitchen.
Some bread, some cheese, some cured ham. That should be enough for the walk to the dragon’s lair and back again. It wasn’t far on horseback, but he didn’t dare borrow his teacher’s prize mare without asking her. She would skin him alive, or worse, ship him back to his parents in Delphany.
He did not want to return to his parents. They loved him and wrote to him and still called him their daughter.
The front door squeaked when he pushed it open. He froze and held his breath as he listened. But there was no sound of footsteps, and his teacher did not call his name. He stepped onto the stoop and eased the door closed. The latch settled with a click, but he ran down the road without waiting to hear if the sound woke Leona.
The walk was long and tedious. Leona had one lantern, and Jarrod hadn’t dared take it in case she got up to wander in the middle of the night as she was apt to and noticed its absence. But he was a Spellcaster, so he pooled his magic in his hand to create a light bright enough to illuminate the path ahead of him.
He wasn’t sure where the dragon built its lair, but he knew he was on the right track when bones crunched on the path under his boots. He followed the scattered bones up the hillside. The climb got steeper and steeper, until he found the opening of the dragon’s lair.
A burrow had been dug in the side of the hill, recent enough that the black mounds of dirt that were pushed aside were beginning to sprout grass and wildflowers. Jarrod gulped. The darkness in the burrow was impenetrable. His light did not illuminate the far side. There was no sound or movement from within, and Jarrod couldn’t guess how deep it went.
Going inside would be suicide, but Jarrod wasn’t sure what else to do. Wait here for the dragon to pass by? That would be silly. So he gathered his courage and called out, “Hey! Dragon!”
His voice echoed off the sides of the lair. The sun began to rise in a thin red and gold line that broke the horizon. Leona got up with the dawn. She would realize he was missing soon, and he wanted the dragon to be slain before she did.
He wanted her to be proud of him.
The sound of wingbeats made him look up. It was the dragon, descending from the sky toward him. It was coming fast!
The dragon was red as the rising sun, as he had heard. Jarrod’s best element was fire while water was his weakest, which made him a poor match for a dragon. Still, he chanted the incantation for his best fire spell as the dragon came within range.
Fire blasted from his hands and surrounded the dragon in a great ball. The dragon cried out once in surprise before the fire blew off it as though it were nothing.
Jarrod had no time to cast another spell before the dragon was upon. The earth shook under Jarrod’s feet from the dragon weight and the force of impact as it landed. The dragon was three times his height, and its barbed tail swished back and forth like an angry cat. It batted at Jarrod with a paw. Each toe was tipped with claws as long as Jarrod’s forearm. He had an instant to think that he was done for before the ground in front of him exploded upward.
The rolling earth knocked the dragon off balance. Leona took advantage of the distraction to plant her body between her apprentice and the dragon. Her dreadlocks blew back as the dragon regained its footing and roared, a sound of such power and fury that Jarrod cowered behind his teacher.
To Jarrod’s astonishment, his teacher bowed to the dragon. “Forgive me, Friend, for the behaviour of my apprentice,” she said, and her tone was both respect to the dragon and muted scolding for Jarrod. He withered a little - he knew that he could expect a tongue-lashing later.
But he had to stand up for himself. He was trying to do good! He was trying to help people, and make his teacher proud! “But Master, the townspeople said that the dragon was killing their animals. They’re afraid. I just wanted to-”
He stopped short when she fixed a look of muted fury on him with one brown eye. “And because something is frightening to others, that means it deserves to die?”
He knew what she meant. People who didn’t know her often found her tattoos and piercings, scars and dark skin scary. “No, but they said-”
“And did any of them say that they saw the dragon kill their animals?” She straightened from her bow and approached the dragon, which had stopped hissing and waving its tail. It stood still as she held out a hand to it, palm outward. “Dragons don’t eat livestock, fool. They know it draws negative attention from humans. It was most likely the mountain lion that air-headed mayor kept as a pet and released when it ate his dog.”
Jarrod opened his mouth, then closed it again. He had heard the gossip about the mayor’s mountain lion, both when the man first acquired it and again when he claimed it had “escaped”. The townspeople kept their children indoors for a week because they were terrified the mountain lion would eat them. The timing matched up. But.
“It attacked me,” he said, stubborn.
Leona’s shoulders rose and fell in an aggrieved sigh, but she did not look away from the dragon. “Of course it did. Here you are, about to invade his home. And who struck the first blow?”
He had no response to that.
“Is it a crime to defend your home? That’s what you meant to do by coming here. As for the townspeople, they don’t understand the mystical creatures of the world. They don’t even understand Spellcasters like you and me, though they’re happy to make use of us.” The dragon watched her and made no move to attack as she approached. “If you treat creatures kindly, they will return the favour.” He watched as his teacher reached out to the dragon. The dragon leaned forward, and Jarrod inhaled sharply, certain it was going to breathe a gust of fire and burn his master to ashes.
His breath rushed out when the creature’s sharp scales tapped her palm. “No one wishes to be cruel.” Leona rubbed the dragon’s nose. “What a beautiful colour you are! I haven’t seen a dragon as red as you since I left my homeland. The ones around here tend to be more blue or purple. My name is Leona, and I am the Spellcaster around here. May I be privileged enough to know your name?”
Although her back was to him, Jarrod could tell she was smiling from the tone of her voice. His stomach twisted that she seemed to appreciate this big brute of a creature when he had tried for a year to get her to care for him as something other than a nuisance that broke into her home and refused to leave without mastery of Spellcasting.
The dragon pulled away from Leona’s hand. Jarrod tensed, certain that this time it really would tear her to ribbons, but instead it took two steps back. Its shape swirled and shifted. Jarrod watched with open-mouthed fascination as its outline shrank and formed into something more familiar.
The dragon was now a young man, his skin as dark as Leona’s own. His hair was in a multitude of tiny braids the red of hot coals while his eyes glittered like golden sparks. Not the amber eyes of a cat or wolf, but true molten gold. It was mesmerizing. Jarrod didn’t dare get close. And when the man smiled, Jarrod half-expected his teeth to be pointed.
The dragon-man bowed to Leona. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Spellcaster Leona of the Hills,” he said, and in his voice was the musical cadence that could still be heard in Leona’s voice though she’d left her home country over a decade ago. “I am called Kipkirui. And what may I call your apprentice?”
Those unnerving eyes landed on Jarrod. His went dry. He could not speak. Leona sent an exasperated look over her shoulder at him, then turned back to Kipkirui. “He’s called Jarrod. We again apologize for the trouble he has caused you.”
This time the look she sent Jarrod was one that warned him not to disagree or say something stupid. “Yeah, sorry,” he muttered, rubbing his arm.
Kipkirui smiled at him as well, and Leona took that as a sign that she no longer needed to defend her apprentice. She went to fetch her bag from where she’d dropped it when she came to Jarrod’s rescue. She slung it over her shoulder. Jarrod watched her and did not notice that Kipkirui approached him until Kipkirui was in front of him and holding out a hand.
“We must start over. I am happy to meet you, Jarrod.”
Jarrod squirmed but could see no way around it, so he clasped Kipkirui’s hand and shook it once before dropping it. He mumbled something that might have been agreement and stared at the ground. Kipkirui towered over him even in human form, which was annoying. Jarrod wished he could be so tall.
“What brings you to these parts, Kipkirui?” Leona returned to them and shot Jarrod another look for being rude again.
Kipkirui took his eyes off Jarrod long enough to answer her. “Well, I am an adult now, so I had to leave my parents’ burrow and find my own. I heard that the flowers in this country were beautiful, so I thought I might settle here. I do apologize if I frightened anyone. Humans are more used to dragons where I’m from.”
Leona grunted in agreement. “That’s true. I heard that humans and dragons used to be on better terms here, but that ended because King Lennox tried to eradicate them from the land. That was about... six generations ago? He didn’t succeed, but...” She shrugged. Public opinion of dragons remained smeared by his campaign. “Anyway, you’re welcome to come to my house. We can have a meal and Jarrod and I can show you around.”
Horrified, Jarrod stared at her. Invite a dragon into town? What was she thinking? Just because Kipkirui could take on human shape didn’t mean he looked human. If Jarrod encountered him without knowing that he was a dragon, he would have assumed Kipkirui was one of the Fair Folk.
But Kipkirui agreed. “It would be a pleasure,” he said. And Jarrod knew better than to argue, so they went back to Kingsbury together.
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Logan, have you ever heard of a shapeshifters?
Logan: Are you referring to changelings, doppelgangers, lycanthropes, or shifters?
Logan: Changelings are humanoid creatures with vague natural appearances who can change their physicality at will, to match a humanoid subject they have studied. They tend to keep to themselves, in their own gated communities, but will occasionally intermix with larger societies. They are extremely rare, as are Doppelgangers -- the ‘monstrous’ race they stem from. Doppelgangers are more rare, less communal, and more violent, a breed of fey that eat humanoid children and replace them with their own young, who then flee into the woods when they come of age to repeat the process.
Logan: Shifters are a race of humanoids that tend to stay in their own tribal communities in the wilderness, but are not uncommon among our kingdoms and cities. They are the descendants of werewolves and other lycanthropes, and can shift between a humanoid form and an animal one at will -- they also have animal-like traits based on the animal who’s blood they imitate, but this is not unique to shifters, as you know elves to have a similar group of traits. Lycanthropes are their more ‘monstrous’ ancestors, that typically do not leave the Underdark, and have an ‘anthropomorphized’ form between human and beast that they typically are most comfortable with. They are the ones that go feral with the full moon.
Logan: Shifters are fairly common in our Kingdom, as are Druids, who are a group of spellcasters in touch with the magic of nature and able to adopt any animal form they chose -- Emile is one of these. Changelings are very rare, and Dopplegangers and Lycans are near-unheard of.
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Blood Moon
Chapter 15
You stared at the flames as they danced over the burning wood. Rey was snoring softly asleep in her chair, Kehar was stood at the fireplace also staring into the flames. You clutched the blanket round you, your mind still reeling from the fact you weren’t a werewolf. You weren’t a normal were. According to Kehar you could turn into, anything. You were a shapeshifter, you could change at will and you weren’t ruled by the moon. Yes you could feel it, but it didn’t control you.
‘I do apologise, for angering you so. But I had to see for myself, what you were capable of. As for your lost soulmate problem. I am sorry but I have heard nothing.’ You hung your head in defeat. You were never going to find him. Tears pricked your eyes and you scrunched your face up. You were done crying, crying was pointless, it didn’t solve anything, it didn’t make you feel better, it didn’t give you answers. ‘You should rest, I will see you in the morning.’ He placed a hand on your shoulder briefly before leaving the room. You didn’t want to sleep, but you knew you should.
The sun spilled through a crack in the curtains and you realised it must be nearly morning. Rey snorted awake, you smiled to yourself as you poked the dying fire.
‘Oh wow.’ She said as she stretched. ‘To sleep and feel safe for the first time in months, feels amazing.’ She peered at you as she relaxed. ‘Did you sleep?’ You shook your head. You couldn’t sleep, your mind had been racing all night long. She opened her mouth to no doubt give you a lecture when there was a knock at the door. Rey huffed. ‘Come in.’ A young girl wheeled a trolley in laden with breakfast.
‘Kehar says he will join you soon. But he asks you eat first.’ She bowed slightly as she left softly closing the door behind her.
‘Wow look at this food! Clearly pays to stay with a were as they always need lots of food.’ You stared at the trolley. Your stomach rumbled but you didn’t want to eat. You wanted to be out there looking for Kylo. You missed him, his smell, his touch, his voice, your whole body ached for him. ‘Y/N please eat.’
‘No. I can’t, we’ve wasted too much time here.’ You started heading for the door when it opened. Kehar stared at you.
‘You didn’t sleep,’ he stated.
‘I’ve been thinking. We’ve had no leads, we would have heard something by now right?’ He nodded, motioning for you to continue. ‘Well what if we’ve been looking in all the wrong places? The wrong world.’ His eyes widened slightly.
‘You think humans took him?’ He frowned slightly. ‘It’s not a completely crazy idea. You know vamps have gone missing? And a witch or two.’
‘Really? Who?’ Rey asked.
‘I don’t know details, I just hear whispers.’ He replied.
‘Can you get details?’ You felt anxious, you wanted this to be it, the lead you were hoping for. Kehar whistled lightly and a hawk seemed to appear out of nowhere and landed lightly on the floor. It let out a piercing cry and ruffled it’s feathers before it started to grow. Within minutes a man was standing naked in front of you breathing deeply.
‘Now that is something you don’t see everyday.’ Whispered Rey.
‘This is Bane. He is my eyes in the sky.’ He turned to Bane. ‘You heard what she said? We are looking for highly protected human bases with our people inside. Any ideas?’
‘A few. I’ll check them out.’ Kehar nodded as Bane walked to the window, he spread the curtains and opened the window. He looked back at you, his eyes ice blue and they seemed to look through you. He nodded before jumping out of the window. Your heart beat quickened at the unspoken promise. Rey gasped and ran to the window.
‘Don’t worry little witch, he likes to change on the wing. Anyway, all we can do is wait now.’
‘Y/N you are going to wear a hole in the floor.’
‘I can’t sit still.’ You replied as you carried on pacing up and down the room. You kept glancing at the open window hoping Bane would reappear. The sun was setting casting a warm orange glow across the sky. A rustle caught your attention and your breath hitched as you saw Bane perched on the window. His head bobbed as he fixed his eyes on you. ‘You found him?’ You whispered. Bane spread his wings and you and Rey followed him out of the room to find Kehar. He was in the room where you first met him, but so were lots of others, their smells rolled over you and you could pick out different animals from the mix, but no wolves. It seemed werewolves kept themselves separate. You noticed some of the people in the room clutched pictures, their lost loved ones. More people had been affected by these kidnappings than you first imagined, you began to make your way to the front where Kehar was telling everyone he’d do his best to find the missing. He grabbed you from the crowd and put his arm round you.
‘We have this lady to thank! She was the one who thought humans might have something to do with this.’ He out a hand up to silence the murmurings. ‘We are still not a hundred percent sure who has them be we think they are all together. So we find one, we find them all.’ His black eyes moved over the crowd, you felt slightly overwhelmed standing at the front all these faces looking hopefully at you. ‘Now as you all know we have been without a Queen for some time. Someone to draw all of us weres together.’
‘There hasn’t been a shifter for 1000 years.’ Someone said.
‘I know,’ replied Kehar. ‘But I have found one.’ The room erupted with chatter, you could hear people didn’t believe what he was saying, some scoffed, one angrily stood forward. He was short and stocky with jet black hair and green eyes. His muscles rippled as he gestured angrily. You didn’t recognise his scent but you could imagine he was a cat of some sort.
‘What makes you think we believe you’ve found our queen? The shifters died out, is this a ploy so you can control us Kehar? To step into the void that was left by the shifters?’
‘I don’t seek to control anyone! In fact I am the one who has tried to keep us all together! I am the one you chose to all come to if you had a problem, like you’re all here now asking for my help.’ Silence descended on the room as they all thought about what he said. ‘Now our main priority is to find our missing and then as a full community we can discuss our Queen.’ Many nodded and the man huffed and stepped back. ‘Good, Bane. Report.’ You didn’t realise the hawk had shifted and he stood wrapped in a blanket. This man clearly did not like clothes. He said he had found a facility heavily guarded by men with dogs and guns. He saw them drag another were into the compound. The building had no windows and the only way in or out was a door that you needed to swipe a card to get in. Banes voice seemed to echo around you as you took in what he said, your heart raced and your knees felt weak, you felt Rey next to you and you sagged against her. You were so close to finding Kylo, your body ached, you felt so tired but you had to keep going. Keep fighting. The sounds of the room returned to full volume. ‘Enough!’ Bellowed Kehar. His eyes flashed yellow and everyone was silenced. ‘I need everyone who is willing to help, but it won’t be easy. We need a plan and we need to plan well. We may be weres but that doesn’t protect us from guns.’
‘I could.’ Said Rey. ‘It would probably be all I could do as it’s a big spell but I could get you to the door at least.’ Kehar nodded. You backed slowly away as people threw suggestions around, you slipped into the dining room and sighed as the sounds trickled away as you shut the door. Your breath heaved as the sobs wracked your body, you tried to contain it but you couldn’t anymore, you felt exhausted, you just wanted to shut down and sleep for a week. Tears slipped down your face as you realised how close you were to getting Kylo back. You hadn’t told Rey but you’d been having headaches, your arms had been hurting they felt like someone was shoving needles in them, they were torturing him and it broke your heart. You slipped away back to the room you had shared with Rey, the fire had died down and you stood still in the dark. ‘I’m coming,’ you whispered. ‘I’m coming to save you.’
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There’s a lot of plots running around in my head:
A person who’s a werewolf (like usual default werewolf, not teen wolf kind) who considers it the worst thing that’s ever happened to them, finds out their child or someone they think of as theirs went out with a werewolf who didn’t take rejection well and is now trying to turn their kid into a werewolf as well
(their kid has been trying to hide it from them because they know that their parent (figure) will take this as another way werewolves are bad and internalize it, when it’s obviously more that some people are dicks who need to learn to take a “no�� better)
Or a person starts making friendship bracelets or beaded lizards in a place you wouldn’t expect them to (like a ship in Star Trek) and accidentally becomes the coolest person around like it’s a summer camp back on earth
Or a descendant of an evil witch who vowed that their lineage would get revenge for them is decidedly Not Doing That, and is just trying to live a normal life, but they’re hella strong and struggle with anger issues, so everyone’s wary of them, and they just wanna somehow protect their younger relatives from people seeing them the same way
Or a Human who’s prioritized the safe and responsible options all their life, and while it’s landed them a stable career, it’s destroyed all their personal relationships, now their sibling is getting married and chose their cousin as MOH or Best Man, and it’s eating them up so much inside that they decide to try being sociable more and living on the edge (Hallmark style). Somehow, they end up with a Vulcan teaching them how to live like that
But the main thing I’ve been rotating in my mind at this current moment is:
Once again, a person living in a creepy supernatural town, but somehow keeps missing the obvious cues that almost no one else is Human (all Humans are like. vampire hunters or werewolf hunters, just those who don’t get along with the supernatural citizens), while everyone else keeps missing the fact that they’re Human, including the other Humans
It’s been several months since they’ve moved there.
Me: Damn I’m not finding any stories of this specific thing
Brain: Maybe write it yourself then
Me: *sobbing* *crying* *heaving* *coughing*
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Lee Jooheon Vampire AU
You took a deep breath in and held it. You knew you shouldn’t have separated yourself from the group, but being stuck underground was starting to get to you and you needed to explore. You missed the warmth of the sun kissing your skin. You missed the cool wind blowing through your hair. But the thing you missed the most were the stars, how they were able to make the darkest of nights bearable and beautiful.
But you were shocked by what you found. Plants were completely overgrown, taking back the land humans took from them. The wildlife was flourishing, but not in the natural way it should. There were deer with two heads, a wolf with four extra legs that made it move faster, and the insects. You shivered. The insects were three times bigger than they used to be.
The sky wasn’t the same, there wasn’t anything beautiful about the permanently pink sky.
And yet, there you were, hiding underneath a rusted pickup truck.
Let’s rewind and talk about why the Earth looked like this now, humans destroyed it. Buttons were pushed leading to a very accidental bomb being set off, or at least that was what people were told. That had been an accident. Everyone expected the bomb to continue into space, no one expected that its engine would fail. No was told that it wasn’t a normal bomb, it was as powerful as a nuclear one, but without lingering radiation problems. No one was told that it was means to get rid of the overwhelming growth in Earth’s population. An evaluation was issued, only the rich and people with their families who were chosen by random were saved. Most were sent far underground, people who weren’t chosen were left on the surface.
Your parents weren’t lucky, but your best friend’s family was chosen and her family took you and your sibling with them. A part of you hoped that maybe they were able to get into another underground bunker, or that by chance they found a good hiding place, but that was years ago.
But when you saw the animals, you just knew that any people that were on the surface would look the same if not worst.
The jeans and shoes were melted into the creature’s legs and feet. It was looking for you. You were prey to it, you kept your mouth shut. Your heart sank when you saw it stop moving and begin to crouch down.
You screamed when something landed on top of the truck. The creature was lifted, you could hear it struggle before it was ripped apart. Its legs landed behind you, it’s upper body landed in front of you. It’s eyes and mouth continued to move. You covered your mouth, you tried your hardest not to scream again.
There was silence, whatever was on top of the truck was still there. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks.
“You can come out now.” Were your ears betraying you? Did you actually hear what you thought you heard?
You slowly crawled out from under the truck. He sat on top of the cab of the truck. His hands were covered in gross brown blood from the creature.
He jumped down and wiped his hands on his pants before extending his hand towards you.
“Jooheon.” His hair was bleached blond, but it fit him. His skin was almost too perfect.
“Y/n-” You finally noticed his eyes, they were crimson red.
“Relax, I’m not going to eat you.” He looked you up and down. “Unless you want me to.” He winked as he bared his fangs.
You let out a fake gag, it made him laugh along with you.
“It’s nice to know that humans are still alive.” Jooheon said as he cracked his neck.
“Why so you can eat us?” You didn’t mean to say that, but what human wouldn’t say that to a vampire.
He laughed and shook his head.
“Animal blood works just fine. Any vampire who tells you that they can only survive on human blood is a liar, plus human blood is super fattening. Usually vampires in higher altitudes drink human blood at least twice a month.” He explained to you. “Come on, more of those creatures will show up soon and I have to get you back to your group.”
He looked around before heading off into the right direction.
“How did you know I was in a group?” You asked.
“This isn’t the first time people have come out to the surface. We had to expose ourselves to humans, in return with finding salvageable machines and crops that were lucky enough to be out of the blast radius, we get non-tainted animal blood. Occasionally we’re given human blood to give to vampires in colder environments.”
You listened to every word he said until you heard your name.
The head explorer in your group, Adrian, hugged you tightly before he glared at Jooheon.
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” He whispered to you, you shook your head.
“He saved me from a creature and led me back to you, don’t be rude.” You turned to Jooheon.
Jooheon expected you to just thank him, he gasped when he felt your arms wrap themselves around him.
“Jooheon.” He heard Hyungwoo behind him.
The tension between the humans and vampires was almost palpable, but you chose to ignore it.
“Until next time!” You smiled as you followed your group into the airtight cage to begin your descend back underground.
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You were given the duty of taking blood to the vampires. You were so impatient to get to the surface again. Hopefully Jooheon was waiting for you.
You walked out, a guard stopped you.
“Why do you trust them so much? They’re demons.” You frowned at him.
“I trust them because one of them saved my life. Now if you don’t mind, I have people to feed.” You pushed him out of your way and began your walk. In truth, you had no idea where you were going, but you weren’t about to wait next to that guard.
It was too quiet, but you knew that there wasn’t any creatures nearby. Scientists back underground created devices that alert you when there were creatures nearby.
“He didn’t mean to!” You heard someone yell.
“Shut it, blood sucker!”
You walked around a building and sprinted towards them. Adrian was letting guards attack Jooheon and his six friends.
“Your job is to help humanity, not make relationships with one!” He turned away and signaled to the guard to whack Jooheon.
You pushed the guard out of your way and used your body as a shield. You held your ground in front of Jooheon and his friends against the guards.
“Y/n, get out the way.” Adrian growled.
“No.” You said through your teeth.
You knew Jooheon and his friends were extremely capable of defending themselves, if it weren’t for the fact that humans had their only clean food supply, these guards would be dead.
“Y/n, it’s okay.” You heard Hoseok whisper behind you.
You shook your head and urged them to stand up. You turned your attention to Jooheon, the cuts on his face were already healing.
“How dare you?” You breathed.
Adrian opened his mouth to yell at you, his face was red with anger.
“They help get supplies! They help us find good resources so humanity can return to the surface! And this? This is the thanks they get? You beat them?” You spat at him.
Adrian grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him.
Jooheon growled and lunged towards you. He pulled you away from your former leader.
“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Jooheon’s voice was so calm, it was terrifying.
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You sighed as you handed them the blood backpack.
“This is less than usual...” Minhyuk said.
“I know, but Adrian told the council that the vampires that were helping us was a smaller group. It’s dumb that they believed him, we have body cams.” You ran your hand through your hair.
Jooheon walked towards you and pulled you into a tight hug.
“Thank you for trying to defend us-” Hyungwoo interrupted him.
“I hope we didn’t get you into any trouble, but we do really thank you, y/n. Not a lot humans would do what you did.” Hyungwoo extended his hand towards you, you took his hand and shook it.
His friends walked ahead of you as Jooheon walked by you. His hand brushed against yours a couple times.
You quickly glanced over at him, his face was hard like he was trying to not let any emotions leak onto it.
You looked down before you grabbed his hand.
He looked at you suddenly, confusion was layered thickly on his face.
“Your hand kept bumping into mine. It was getting annoying so now I’m holding your hand.” You said from the corner of your eye you could see a huge smile make an appearance.
“You’re adorable,” he laughed.
You didn’t expect to feel Jooheon’s cold lips press themselves against your cheek. You could feel your face heat up.
You stopped, suddenly. Jooheon looked at you in fear that he may have overstepped a boundary.
“Commit, dude.” His head tilted until you pulled him close to you and pressed your lips against his for a quick kiss.
First, the world falls apart and now you felt yourself falling for a vampire, what else would life throw at you.
A creature appeared out of nowhere, it tackled Hyungwon. Hoseok and Changkyun lunged at it before a bigger hairy creature rammed itself into it, yanking it off of Hyungwon.
Jooheon stood in front of you.
“No way. I thought they all died.” Minhyuk breathed.
“What?” You whispered.
The huge creature stood up and turned to face you and the guys. It’s canines dripped with brown blood.
“Werewolves.” Jooheon answered. “Don’t worry, they’re good.”
Disclaimer: I got this prompt from Tumblr page, the name I can’t remember:((((((( but the prompt is “vampires protecting humanity in a post apocalyptic world”
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Never have I ever written a Vampire au
i haven’t, and i’m honestly surprised at myself.
and y’all know me, i can’t just write the normal “no we have to stay apart because i’m dangerous” “but i love you, despite it all!” vampire story. so, let’s see… (more under the cut because it got long)
what about vampire louis, forever 25, who was turned back in the 1830s. it was the height of unrest, riots breaking out because of food prices, no unions yet to help those who spent their days in factories, and no child labor laws. louis works on the docks in london, fingers frozen as he hauls heavy boxes full of food he can’t afford, his trousers worn thin because he also can’t afford wool for more and has no one to sew them for him anyway.
he’s walking back to the workhouse where he lives when he’s pulled into an alley and bitten. he wakes up feeling warmer than he ever has before, despite the dawn chill, and his neck aching. he writes it off as a weird happenstance – he probably just passed out from not eating, or the cold.
but he goes back to the docks and finds that he can lift more than he could the day before, can hear more around him, can see the shipping labels on boxes from dozens of meters away. he tries to choke down a sandwich for lunch but it unsettles his stomach, and he can’t do it. but he doesn’t feel woozy from lack of food, and he’s still not cold.
at the end of the day, louis is grabbed by the arm and pulled into an alley once more. this time, louis recognizes his attacker: a guy named liam who works alongside him on the docks.
“what happened to you?” liam asks, eyes wary.
“i honestly don’t know, mate,” louis says.
liam, as it turns out, is a werewolf, and he haltingly explains how he recognized louis’ changed scent as soon as he was nearby. “you’re a vampire, louis,” liam says.
“you mean i’m dead?”
liam shrugs, still looking apologetic. “depends on who you ask. but more or less, yeah.”
and so louis is suddenly no longer alive, a quick end to a hard life. but, somehow, he’s also still here, which is pretty extraordinary.
liam and louis stick together after that – london’s a big place, and there are a lot of supernatural people there, but it’s easier when it’s just the two of them. they still live in the workhouse, still work on the docks. just because louis is suddenly immortal doesn’t mean he suddenly has money, too, or a place to live, or anything besides the clothes on his back.
it’s a dangerous world for a supernatural guy, as louis finds out – he’s not at risk for starving to death anymore, but his chances of being staked in the heart have increased exponentially. hunters work in the dark, claiming they’re on righteous missions to rid the world of evil. there are religious zealots who run them out of town when they find louis helping a stumbling liam back to the village after a full moon, both of them covered in blood. and there are traditionalist immortals who hate them too, because louis doesn’t kill the people he feeds from and liam has no desire to be in a pack, and so maybe they’re more equipped to deal with danger but that doesn’t mean they’re completely safe.
years pass, decades, and louis and liam move around to keep from attracting suspicion. they have a few cool stories, have met a couple of notable figures, do a couple of things that would be impossible for humans. but mostly they just keep living, because the thing that twilight doesn’t tell you is that you only get to be a rich, eccentric immortal if you die a rich, eccentric human. liam and louis definitely aren’t rich, and they didn’t die that way, either, and so they have to find odd jobs where people won’t ask questions on the full moon or when louis has an allergic reaction to garlic someone else is eating a block away.
there’s still danger, being what they are, but they’re mostly able to go under the radar. hunters have a harder time operating in a world with security cameras and cell phones. those traditionalists who hate liam and louis for not playing by their ancient rules mostly stay in their towers and dungeons, avoiding the world. and the religious zealots, descendants of the men who used to burn witches (and people they didn’t like) at the stake, have to be careful about what they say, and who they accuse. none of them want to face public ridicule for announcing vampires are real, and it’s more important to keep their good names than chase out the rare supernatural being.
liam and louis are back in london, which (finally) takes us to the other half of the story. louis has found a job in a twenty-four hour store of some kind, let’s say a supermarket. he does the graveyard shift because then he doesn’t have to spend time in the sun, and he can get away with looking pale and lifting more than is humanly possible because there’s literally no one there to witness it.
and one night he’s doing his thing, stocking shelves and wasting time, throwing baby carrots at liam over the shelves, laughing every time he hears the little thump of vegetable against liam’s skull. someone clears their throat next to him and says, “uh. excuse me?”
louis turns and. stops. the guy is pigeon-toed and grinning sheepishly, holding a bag of… are those kebab sticks?
“hi, sorry, i just. i need a new bag of, um,” he rattles the kebab sticks. “a few are broken.”
louis takes the bag and feels his eyebrows go way up. some of the sticks are broken, yes, but he’s pretty sure there wouldn’t be this many broken right in half just from shipping. also, he’s pretty sure the top of the bag has been glued together to look like it’s never been opened.
and, right there on the edge of one of the broken sticks… is that blood? that’s blood.
“uh-huh,” louis says skeptically. “i’ll… see what i can do.”
luckily, his manager doesn’t care about a pack of kebab sticks that cost less than two pounds, so louis grabs a new bag for the guy. “thanks, this is so helpful, thank you,” the guy keeps saying. louis walks with him up to the self-checkout and repeats that it wasn’t a big deal, really, until the guy, blushing, says, “i’m harry. would you- would you like to go out sometime?”
which is silly. this guy can’t be more than twenty-two, and he’s emotional about kebab sticks, and he’s also buying said kebab sticks at four in the morning, so he’s clearly a mess. and, alright, louis is technically only twenty-five, but he’s also technically one hundred eighty-eight, which is quite an age difference, and he has no particular emotional attachment to kebab sticks.
but louis says, “i get off in thirty minutes,” and harry beams.
louis spends those next thirty minutes pretending he doesn’t hear liam laughing at him from the aisle over, and trying to keep his grinning to a minimum. finally, the clock strikes five o’clock and louis tosses his apron aside, knowing liam is responsible enough to grab it for him. harry’s waiting by the front door, bouncing on his toes and still holding his new bag of kebab sticks. “hi,” he says breathlessly.
“hi,” louis says back.
they step out into the watery pre-dawn light, and then louis hears something like a twig breaking to his right. he ducks instinctively and barely gets missed when something – someone – goes hurtling by him, supernaturally fast.
harry shouts, and louis rolls back onto his feet to jump in front of him, to get between harry and whatever the hell chose the worst possible moment to attack him, but then –
but then harry’s ripping open his new bag of kebab sticks and plunging one into the attacker’s chest. the guy – who louis vaguely recognizes as another vampire with territory issues – lets out a howl and dissolves into ash. harry tosses the broken kebab stick off to the side and wheels to face louis.
louis, meanwhile, is racing to put together an explanation. i don’t know that guy, maybe he was a mugger? no, that doesn’t explain the whole … ash… thing. he races to come up with something when harry says, “i’m so sorry.”
“uh. why?”
“i didn’t mean for you to–” harry says, then breaks off, frustrated. “i usually don’t… show this to anyone. at least, not on a first date.”
“show what?” louis asks.
harry is back to looking sheepish, and he holds his hands out in a half-shrug. “i’m… uh… i’m a vampire hunter.”
“you hunt vampires,” louis echoes. “with kebab sticks.”
“well, i mean, any wood will work in a pinch, but–” harry stops. “you’re not freaked out?”
“that depends on what you mean by freaked out,” louis says truthfully. he’s fought off his share of hunters before, and harry clearly doesn’t know what he is, but it’s still strange to stand next to a human, looking down at a pile of what used to be a dude and is now grey dust.
“can i explain over breakfast?” harry asks hopefully, and louis says yes.
harry tells him about his family, growing up learning that fairytales and horror stories weren’t always just fantasy, about reading ancient tomes and handwritten journals on how to kill vampires, witches, fae, and werewolves. “the world is so much bigger than you think,” harry says, all earnest eyes.
“apparently so,” louis says.
he knows it’s a terrible idea to still be here. he should make his excuses, grab liam, and pack the two of them up to a new town, a new country, maybe. they could stay away until harry’s retired from the hunting game and then come back. or, they could play it safe and wait until harry’s dead, that would do it.
louis doesn’t like that one bit, even though he knows it’s probably what liam would do.
but when harry says, “can i see you again?” louis only hesitates for a moment before saying yes.
it’s wonderful, if louis ignores liam’s hissed warnings rattling around in his subconscious. they go on dates and harry hangs out with louis while he shelves vegetables and cans of soup and louis even meets harry’s best friend, a kid named niall who carries a silver knife strapped to his thigh because “werewolves blend in a lot better than most other things,” he tells louis solemnly.
it’s all wonderful, until it’s not, because eventually something has to go wrong. harry and louis are leaving a restaurant, maybe, one late night, when someone grabs him round the neck and holds a stake to his chest.
“what are you doing?” harry is shouting, and louis wants to tell him to quit tugging on the guy’s arms or he’s going to be staked anyway, but he can’t quite get words to form in his mouth. he throws an elbow backwards and escapes the hold, and he starts to run, but–
he turns back to harry and freezes, because the guy has him, now, instead. it’s one of the traditionalists, the vampires that don’t like louis for daring to work alongside humans and go to movie theatres and diners and such. and those same traditionalists also hate people like harry, for a much more straightforward reason.
“let him go,” louis warns, but the old guy just grins.
harry’s eyes are wide, and he yells, “louis, run!-” before the guy puts his hand over his mouth.
“well,” the guy says, “isn’t this sweet.”
louis feels himself getting angrier, and he snaps. he bounds across the space between them, too fast for the human eye, and flips over harry and the bad guy so he’s behind them. he sweeps the guy’s legs and pushes harry forward, out of danger. it only takes a twist of louis’ hands and the guy falls, eyes unblinking for good, his neck at an unnatural angle.
“what–” harry says after an unending, silent moment.
“i know, i should’ve–”
“you’re a–”
“yeah, i am, i am, i’m so sorry–”
“so that’s why you wouldn’t try my garlic chicken,” harry says, and louis laughs, stunned into it.
“yeah,” he says, smiling hopefully. “that’s why.”
“i’m going to have to hide you from my family for a while,” harry says.
“that’s fine.”
“and i might threaten to stake you when you make me mad.”
“totally acceptable.”
“but we can do this, right?” he asks, even more hopeful than louis had been.
“yeah,” louis says. “i think we can.”
#me: maybe i'll write a fun little drabble#also me: it must be HISTORICALLY ACCURATE and also include ANGST and WORLDBUILDING#Anonymous#drabbles
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