#are simply an alcoholic in a town full of werewolves?

[mymoodwriting]

Request for @tenswife (Demon Taeyong & Yuta) 3.1k, yandere, angels & demons, kidnapping, abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, mention of cults, mention of human sacrifices, claws, blood, imprisonment, cages, rituals, restraints, smut, non-con, fingering, penetration, blowjob, face fucking, tag team, corruption (@starillusion13)

“Well, aren’t you a pretty angel.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored the pair, knowing they were just messing with you. It was in their nature after all.

“I’d never want anything to do with such vial creatures as yourselves. So leave while I’m being reasonable.”

“Ouch. You better count your blessings, angel.”

The two disappeared in a black fog, and you sighed in relief. As an angel you knew demons would always bother you, no matter where you went. You were simply sitting outside a cafe, enjoying the afternoon air when a pair of unholy monsters approached you. Unfortunately you knew the two, Taeyong and Yuta. Those heathens hung around the same town that you were stationed in. As a guardian angel you had a ward to look over, a young boy by the name of Park Jisung. He had a bright future ahead of him, and you just had to make sure he lived to see it.

While you were at the cafe you watched over Jisung who was in the restaurant across the street with friends. All your attention was on him, so you never wanted to cause trouble. Of course those demons eventually realized you were a regular in the area and started bothering you, but you ignored them. Even if they were trying to mess with you, they knew you were more powerful than them. Still, they could be stupid one day and test you, but they still had some intelligence to leave you alone when you gave them a warning.

There were places Jisung liked to frequent, and so you had become a regular at some shops too. The people around you were nice, and you didn’t have much to worry about when it came to Jisung. He followed a routine for the most part, and wouldn’t return to the dorm until late. After lunch with friends he went to a coffee shop to finish up his assignments. He’d get really immersed in it, so you could sit at the opposite end of the shop with no issue. Today seemed like another normal day. Around seven Jisung packed up his things, making his way back to the dorm and you’d follow from a distance.

The night air had a cool breeze, and it was a Friday too, so you knew the weekend would be full of adventures. A black van suddenly speeded down the road and drove in front of Jisung’s path. Two masked individuals jumped out from the side and grabbed the boy, dragging him into the van. You quickly jumped into action and ran over. Although when you got close to the van some symbols revealed themselves and glowed, sending you flying away. You crashed against a light pole and slammed into the ground. You got up and saw the van drive out of your site. You couldn’t even sense Jisung anymore.

You got up and kicked the pole. You didn’t get a good look at the symbols on the van, but they were meant to repel an angel, possibly other creatures. It was sloppy work since it wasn’t that powerful, which probably meant this was some cult’s doing. With that being the case you knew you probably couldn’t track down Jisung on your own. You screamed into the night as you realized what you had to do next. You wished there was another option, but you didn’t have time to waste. There was a place you could go to get things started.

You made your way to a club, staring at the name flashing above the door, Inferno. You sighed and made your way inside, loud music filling your ears, the smell of alcohol, sex, and blood, all of it overwhelmed you for a moment. Inferno wasn’t a normal club, but a place for the creatures of darkness. Demons, vampires, werewolves, whatever unholy thing wanted a night of fun around here, this was the place to go. Once you adjusted to the atmosphere you looked around. The lights were low, and even then the flashes of colorful lights from the dance floor didn’t help. Still, you could sense a familiar presence around and you trusted that who you were looking for would find you among this noise.

“This isn’t a place I ever thought to find you, angel.” Taeyong whispered in your ear. “Are you finally ready to have some fun with me?”

“Hardly.” You turned around to face the two demons. “I need to speak with you.”

“We’re all ears.” Yuta smirked.

“In private.”

The two followed you outside, and you explained your situation to them. It was embarrassing to tell such demons about that, but every second you wasted put Jisung in danger. The demons listened intently, not making fun of you but rather intrigued. 

“So if we help you find this boy of yours, what will you give us?” Yuta asked.

“Name your price.”

“Anything we want?”

“Within reason.”

“Hm…”

“We can’t waste time.”

“Then let’s find your ward and come back to this.” Taeyong suggested. “Does that sound good?”

It wasn’t a good idea to make an open ended deal with demons, but if anything happened to Jisung the punishment from above would be worse.

“Fine. Just behave yourselves, this is serious.”

“Of course, angel. Lead the way.”

You took the two to the scene of the crime. You could still pick on the energy from the van, and you were sure they’d pick up on it too.

“Do you recognize it? The demonic energy?”

“It’s not demonic.” Taeyong said. “Well, not exactly.”

“Then do you know who did it?”

“You think all us demons know each other or something?”

“You have a better chance of tracking this type of energy than me.”

“And here I thought angels were all powerful.” Yuta teased. “Anyway, I got a feeling.”

Yuta walked down a few buildings and into an alleyway. It had some lighting, but he went over to a part of the wall and blew out black smoke over it. Once the smoke disappeared a symbol revealed itself, but only for a moment.

“Yup. That’s a cult symbol.” Yuta confirmed. “I recognize the insignia, and those guys are big on human sacrifices.”

“That’s not good…”

“Yeah, is your boy a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“He’s gotta go out more.” Taeyong said.

“If this cult sacrifices people then he is in great danger right now, we have to find him!”

“I know. This cult is rather big with multiple locations, but there is a place nearby. We can start there.”

This time the demons led you out to a wide open field with a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. It seemed abandoned, but the two assured you there was more than meets the eye. The three of you snuck inside, discovering a whole underground facility. As soon as you had set foot through the door you felt weaker, but you knew you still had enough strength to fight if necessary. You saw what presumed were cult members around keeping guard, but you all avoided them. The demons led the way, able to sense this big gathering of souls. That’s how you came across this area that looked like a dog pound, except the cages were human size and they had people inside. Now you could actually sense Jisung and quickly found him. The boy was semi-conscious, a few bruises and cuts present on his exposed skin.

“What did they do to you…”

“Most cults take blood samples from their victims.” Taeyong explained. “See if they’re good for sacrifice or not.”

“We need to get him out of here. All of them.”

“What?”

“All these people are gonna wind up dead if we don’t save them.”

“The deal was we help you get your boy back, not liberate everyone here.”

“I’m not gonna let the others die, so help me! Please.”

The two demons glanced at each other, and Yuta rolled his eyes. Taeyong helped you break Jisung’s cage, and then went off to help Yuta open the others. You carefully helped Jisung stand up, making sure he was okay.

“Who… who are you…”

“A friend.”

The three of you managed to free all those that were held captive, and you got Jisung home in one piece. You made sure to heal his wounds and get him to bed, hoping the whole ordeal would just be a bad dream and the memory would fade soon.

“Angel.” Taeyong called. “You owe us.”

“I know. Let’s go outside.”

You met with the demons out in the alley. It was still late in the night so not many people were around. Either way you were just glad Jisung was safe.

“Alright. What do you want?”

“Hm… what to ask of an angel who can give us anything we want.” Yuta wondered.

“Within reason. I can’t just give you anything. So name your price already and let’s be done with this.”

“That’s not very nice.”

“I’m not gonna play nice with demons.”

“Ouch.” Taeyong whined. “But it’s understandable. Our kinds are mortal enemies after all.”

“Exactly. So what do you want?”

“We know what we want from you.”

“Which is?”

The demons shared a glance, and then they pounced on you. Their claws dug into your skin and they pinned you to the ground. You screamed and tried to struggle, but you heard Yuta mumble something under his breath before pressing the palm of his hand against your head and your world cut to black.

🖤

You woke up feeling dizzy, and soon enough the feeling of shame crept into you. You never should have trusted those demons, never should have let them get so close to you. When you managed to sit up you realized you were in some kind of cage, and you couldn’t use your powers. You crawled over to the bars and looked out, recognizing where you were.

“Awake, angel?”

“What is this!”

“What do you think?” Yuta questioned. “Don’t you know cults work for us? All those sacrifices, those souls, we get them. Now of course there was no problem giving you back one soul, but you insisted on taking them all, that’s quite unfair, isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about!”

“You greedy little angel.” Taeyong spoke up. “You just had to save everyone. It’s fine though, we made a deal, and you’ll give us anything we want.”

“Which is?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“An angel as a sacrifice, that’s quite exhilarating.”

“What! Let me out this instant!”

“Don’t bother. We locked away your powers, and you’re weak here anyway because of all the warding.”

“You know it really didn’t have to go like this.” Yuta commented. “If you just would have played nice from the start we wouldn’t have had to target your little human.”

“You… you had Jisung kidnapped!”

“This isn’t how we planned things to go, but you’re still locked up for us in the end so it worked out.”

“Monsters! Let me go!”

“You owe us, remember? What kind of an angel doesn’t keep their word.”

“The ceremony should be starting soon.” Taeyong reminded. “Let’s go.”

Yuta unlocked the cage you were in and dragged you out. With no access to your power you were like any mortal, and the demon was stronger than you. They led you over to this open space, and you immediately noticed the symbols carved into the ground. You tried to fight Yuta but he held you tight. He dragged you over to the center of the room, and forced you down onto your knees. The candles surrounding you were suddenly ignited.

“What are you doing… are you going to kill me…”

“Kill you, angel, do you think we’re so cruel?” Yuta wondered. “After all the trouble we went through to get you here, do you think we’d kill you?”

“You said you were going to sacrifice me!”

“Sacrifice an angel.” Taeyong corrected. “Your divine energy corrupted and given to us would make us very powerful, and with that power we could corrupt you before you regain your strength.”

“What…”

“They say a fallen is very powerful, and very hard to create, but I like a challenge.”

“No, no, no, no, no, NO! Let me go!”

“Too late for that.”

Taeyong kicked you to the floor, and got on top of you. He held one of your arms down, and dug his claws into your flesh. Your blood caused the symbol to glow, and you could feel a pain in your chest. Yuta came over to your side, pressing his palm to your head again and mumbling something. You could feel your power returning to you, but there was also this other energy keeping you in place. You knew your eyes were lighting up gold, and you tried to break free, only for Yuta to grab your other arm and do the same. 

The ground beneath you was starting to burn you, ripping a scream from your throat. You could barely make out what Taeyong and Yuta were chanting, but you could feel your power leaving you, being drained out. The black eyes from the demon boys were becoming red, as if they were slowly filling up with blood. When there was nothing left you felt a strange hollowness. This faded connection between you and heaven. Even when the demons released you, there was no strength in you to move. So you laid there, your vision fading in and out.

“… kill me… just… kill me…”

“That’s not the goal, angel.” Taeyong said, caressing your cheek. “Shall we move on to the next step.”

It was a rhetorical question for you. In this state you were powerless to stop anyone. You soon enough felt hands caressing your body, and then ripping up your clothes.

“I see they give you angels the best of everything.”

You jumped when you felt a hand between your legs, touching a part of you that was irrelevant to you. Yet their touch sent a wave of new sensations coursing through you. Cold fingers brushed against something sensitive which made you shiver. They weren’t gonna be gentle about this. You felt a finger pushing into your flesh, and to your surprise it gave way, your body reacting to welcome him. You knew about sex, something mortals did for fun and procreation, but it’s not something you ever thought to participate in.

“There’s nothing quite like fucking a virgin.” Taeyong chuckled. “Especially an angel.”

You couldn’t even see straight, so when a second and third finger were working you over you were just melting. The sensation was like something you never could have imagined. Even if you wanted to resist, your body was at the mercy of this demon. Then he hit something inside you, some kind of button that sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head every time he touched it. He knew what he was doing, and was purposefully doing it over and over to make you go stupid.

“I think you’re ready.”

You had never been kissed before, so when Taeyong had his lips to yours you were quite surprised. It was just a distraction though. He grabbed your legs and spread them apart, then you felt something much bigger than three fingers pushing into you. A scream escaped your throat, but it felt so good. Taeyong got every inch inside you, and wasted no time moving. His strength caused your body to shake and rock with him with every thrust. Your body was on fire again but in a different way. Then he started slowing down, switching positions. 

Now he was the one laying on the floor and you were on top of it. If you could think straight you’d realize this was probably a good chance to escape, but even then that wasn’t the case. Yuta soon came over and hugged you from behind. His hands cupped your breasts and massaged them, further clouding your mind. Taeyong took your distraction as an opportunity, thrusting up into you, and the new angle created a different feeling. You leaned back against Yuta for a moment before pushing off him and letting your wings out. That caught Yuta off guard for a moment, but soon enough his hands were gently touching them. He realized you reacted to the touch, your wings also being sensitive.

“Aren’t you magnificent? Taeyong, look.” Yuta pointed at your feathers. “They’re turning gray.”

“It really is so much fun corrupting a divine being like this.”

Yuta kissed at your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving his mark. Taeyong was moving slowly, but it was still building up something inside you. 

“Can I join in, angel?”

“Hm…”

You didn’t understand what Yuta meant, but he wasn’t gonna explain either. Taeyong got you off him and moved you around so you were on your hands and knees, and he never pulled out from you. He grabbed your hips firmly and began his rhythmic thrusts again, driving you insane. Your mouth was already hanging open, bits of drool coming out, and that was an open invitation. Yuta stepped up to you, and you felt him push something warm and throbbing into your mouth. You gagged on his cock, but he held you still.

“You can take it.”

He wasn’t wrong as you soon enough adjusted to his length, and then he started thrusting too. They were both violating you at the same time, overwhelming you with these feelings. You felt that there was something building up inside of you. It was scary and thrilling all at once. The only visible form of struggling present was your wings flapping around uncontrollably. As the two got sloppy you knew they were close, and you had no idea what would happen to you when they climaxed. It wasn’t that much of a concern as they had already fried your brain and sapped any strength out of you. All you knew was that a moment later you felt something hot down your throat and running down your legs, followed by your own feeling of euphoria as you convulsed from this new sensation.

Yuta pulled out, but made sure you kept your mouth shut and told you to swallow every drop. You had to do so if you wanted to breathe properly, and only then did he let you go. Taeyong thrust into you a few more times, just to make you twitch before laying you down. You were clearly out of it, and most likely on the verge of passing out. The two demons looked at you laid out before them. Marked up with their seed dripping out of you, and a blissed out look on your face. They noticed some feathers had already turned black, and the rest were soon to follow. It was a great sacrifice. They could feel their new power flowing through their veins, and see that they had a new toy to play with.

“Chain her up.” Taeyong ordered. “And don’t let the others touch her. That angel belongs to us.”

#nct #taeyong #yuta #lee taeyong #nakamoto yuta #nct 127 #nct u #nct imagines #nct scenarios #request

[gender-luster]

doctors who are just sort of unhinged or wrong in some way or another are some of my favourite characters

#like #are they vampire? #are they a cannibal? #are simply an alcoholic in a town full of werewolves? #are they just a complete and utter evil supervillain? #idc. i eat that shit UP #charlisle cullen #hannibal lecter #dr. henry edwards #norman osborn #harrison wells #dr otto octavius #olivia octavius #harley quinn #pamela isley #dr jonathan crane

[elspethc22]

Five Nights of Summer

Sciles week day 5: Summer Nights

Pairing: Scott/Stiles

Word count: 3649

Five Summer Nights

Summer Before Freshman Year

‘Man, I can’t believe we’re gonna be in high school in a month!’ Stiles exclaimed (not for the first time this summer) from his spot on Scott’s bed. Scott turned from his desk to look at Stiles, rolling his eyes.

‘I know, dude. We’ve done this already.’

‘Yeah, but high school, Scotty. It’s a whole new ballpark! This is the year, man! This is the year Lydia Martin is finally gonna notice me.’ Stiles told him, sitting up, a look of determination on his face.

‘If you say so, Stiles.’ Scott said, wanting to believe for his buddy’s sake, but pretty sure that this year would be just like the last… six, was it? He’d lost count of how long his friend had been in love with Lydia Martin. ‘I’m bored, man. It’s Friday night, and we’re sitting around doing nothing, again.’

Stiles got that look in his eye which usually meant trouble was coming his way, and Scott almost regretted opening his mouth. Then again, Stiles’ record for getting them back out of trouble after getting them into was getting better. And his plans had like, a ninety percent fun rating, trouble or no.

Scott grinned, leaning forward in anticipation of whatever Stiles had come up with. A few hours later, he’d think back and regret that anticipation when the Sheriff was hauling them both by the necks of their tops and all but shoving them into the back of his cruiser.

Then again, when Stiles turned to him, grinning, as soon as his dad was gone, Scott couldn’t help but grin back. Sneaking into a high school party had been awesome – right up until someone had called the cops on it, and Stiles and Scott had been caught by Stiles’ dad. But, since they hadn’t been there long (and Scott was still able to exert some level of control over Stiles’ wilder ideas) they hadn’t had any alcohol so at least they had that on their side when their parents decided on punishments. And they didn’t know any other people in their year who had ever been to a real high school party before. Maybe Stiles was right. Maybe this year would be different.

Summer before Sophomore Year

‘Come on, dude, I wanna make first line this year, that means practicing.’ Scott said, staring at Stiles who was sprawled across his bed. Scott stood in the doorway of Stiles’ room, lacrosse stick in hand, staring at his best friend.

‘But Scott! It’s summer!! Summer is meant to be for fun and sleeping and being lazy.’

‘Dude, you’re always lazy.’ Scott laughed, and Stiles shot his hand up in the air, giving Scott the finger. ‘Come on, you practice with me this afternoon, and it’s your pick for tonight.’

It was Friday night, and Stiles had spent the last few complaining they never did anything exciting. So as expected, when Scott dangled that possibility, Stiles sat up.

‘Really? Anything I pick?’ He asked, already looking like he was in planning mode. Scott nodded.

‘Anything.’

When he’d promised that, Scott really didn’t imagine it meant he was going to be spending his Friday night in the mall trying to find Lydia Martin because Stiles had apparently overheard one of her friends making plans over the phone when he’d gone to the shop for milk that morning.

They’d been at the mall for nearly an hour now, and they’d already tried countless shops that Stiles was sure would be the type Lydia would go to, and not a single sighting of her.

‘Dude, your dad finishes his shift in less than an hour, and if we’re not ready to go when he gets here you know he’ll leave us and we’ll have to get the bus and then walk back to your place.’ Scott said, and Stiles threw him a quick glance.

‘Don’t worry, Scotty, we’ll find her, I’m sure of it. Come on, there’s a few more places we haven’t tried, she’s got to be at one of them.’ Stiles sped up and Scott rolled his eyes. The things he did because Stiles talked him into it.

As they sat on the bus nearly two hours later, having never found Lydia, Scott chose to ignore his sulking best friend in favour of playing around on his phone. When that got boring, he opened the camera on his phone, and started taking photos. First he tried a few of himself but they kept coming out blurry or his aim was way off. So he switched to taking photos of Stiles.

He managed to take a few before Stiles realised what was going on, then he started complaining, then moved swiftly to making silly faces at the camera. When Scott was checking one of the photos, Stiles stole his phone from his hand and suddenly Scott found himself on the other side of the camera.

He scrunched up his nose, then decided to mimic the faces Stiles had pulled earlier until Stiles was laughing. Then Stiles pulled Scott in and turned the camera.

They didn’t manage to check any of the photos since the bus pulled up to the stop closest to the Stilinski house and they had to race to get off.

But the next day, when Scott was flipping through his photos, he found one photo of the two of them that was in focus and had both of them in the frame. Stiles had his arm around Scott’s shoulder, which was just visible, and their faces were pressed up against each other, both grinning into the camera. Scott made sure he saved the photo, sent it to himself to save on his laptop then set it as his phone background. It hadn’t been such a bad night after all.

Summer before Junior Year

Scott lay on his bed in silence, thinking about the past few months, all the changes both good and bad. Then he thought back to his conversation with Stiles earlier that day when they were practicing lacrosse.

‘No lacrosse. No popularity, no girlfriend, nothing.’

‘Dude, you still got me.’

‘I had you before.’

‘Yeah, and you still got me. Okay? It’s a life fulfilled.’

Scott was surprised by how much the idea of no girlfrienddidn’t really hurt any more. When Allison had first ended things, following the absolute disaster that was the of the lacrosse final, he’d felt broken. Broken heart, broken spirit, just… broken. But now, nearly two months later, the hurt had started fade. Still there, but more manageable.

His summer had been spent much like most of his previous summers – just him and Stiles. When Stiles had reminded him earlier that he still had him, the thought had made Scott want to grin, wide. After being bitten by Peter, and then meeting Allison, Scott hadn’t spent as much time with Stiles as he usually would in the last few months of school. Between suddenly having a girlfriend, and trying to stay alive and getting caught up in werewolves and kanimas and everything, it had rarely just been the two of them.

Today it had felt like Stiles was reassuring him that he would always be there, and after everything, even with as much as he’d loved Allison, hearing that was the best thing he’d heard in a long time.

Scott was still lost in thought when he heard the front door open, and he propped himself up on his bed. His mum was working the late shift, so who – he heard the familiar heartbeat just before the footsteps started up the stairs and smiled. Of course, who else would just let themselves into his house? Although, he was surprised he hadn’t heard the jeep pull up.

‘Scotty! I come bearing supplies!’ Stiles’ called out, as if Scott wouldn’t have heard him by now.

Scott contemplated sitting up, but decided instead to simply roll over on his bed so he was on his stomach, facing the door. Stiles rounded the corner into his room, and Scott’s eyes widened when he took in the bags Stiles was carrying.

‘Uh… Stiles, what’s going on? You moving in or something?’ It looked like Stiles had a bag full of clothes, his PlayStation plus controllers, and two bags of food.

Stiles dumped everything just inside the door and bounded over to the bed, dropping down beside Scott with a thump that made Scott bounce.

‘Nope. Well, not technically. Dad’s on call all weekend, and I know Mama McCall is on late shifts so we’re having a boys weekend! You, me, junk food, video games and movies.’ Stiles’ eyes were sparkling, and Scott felt his excitement grow. They hadn’t had a bro night in longer than Scott could remember and the prospect of a whole weekend just the two of them hanging out like they used to – it was exactly what Scott needed.

He grinned, sitting up to face Stiles.

‘Tell me you have pop tarts.’ He said, trying, and failing, to sound serious. Stiles rolled his eyes.

‘Of course I have pop tarts, dude – who do you take me for, and amateur?’ Stiles shoved his shoulder good naturedly, then slipped off the bed to start fiddling with the PlayStation and Scott’s newly repaired tv.

Scott was content to just watch Stiles tinker.

Summer before Senior Year

The next summer, things were different – Allison was gone, Isaac and Derek had both left town, and Scott’s pack had expanded to include a werecoyote, a kitsune, Scott’s first ever bitten beta and a banshee they had thought was human. Stiles was dating Malia and still trying to help her integrate back into human society (Lydia was handling the school part after over hearing some of Stiles’ teaching methods). Scott was sort of dating Kira, even though she had been in New York for most of the summer.

They only had one more week until Summer was over and they began their final year of High School, and Scott could tell that Stiles was starting to get antsy about it, although he wasn’t entirely sure why.

So tonight, for the first time this summer, he’d made sure it was just gonna be the two of them – Liam was hanging out with Mason, and Lydia was taking Malia shopping for new school wardrobes or something.

So Scott let himself into the Stilinski house, nodding a greeting to the Sheriff who was sitting at the kitchen table looking over a case file.

‘Hey, Scott.’

‘Hi. How’s it going?’ He asked, and the Sheriff gave him a small smile.

‘Been a quiet summer, so can’t complain. The opposite, actually – it’s been refreshing, especially after the last year.’ Scott smiled in return – it was certainly easier for them with the Sheriff finally in the know, but he knew how hard it still was for his friend’s dad to have so many cases he couldn’t officially close because ‘it was a werewolf’ wasn’t really something he could put in an official report.

‘It’s been nice.’ Scott agreed.

‘Stiles is upstairs, doing… something.’ The Sheriff told him, and Scott nodded his thanks before bounding up the stairs, and entering Stiles room.

‘Hey Stiles.’ Stiles looked up from his laptop where it was sitting in his lap as he lounged on his bed.

‘Hey, Scott. What’s up?’ He asked, moving his laptop out of the way, closing the lid.

‘Not much. Thought we could hang, just us.’ Stiles’ eyes narrowed, and Scott cursed. Stiles was always able to read between the lines with him.

‘What is it? What happened? Is it Malia? Kira? Liam? Did he have like, a pre moon wolf out and run around naked again?’ He asked, and Scott shook his head.

‘No. Seriously, everyone’s fine, I swear. I just thought it would be nice for us to hang out just us, like it used to be.’ Scott explained, and Stiles relaxed minutely, though he was still staring at Scott like he was waiting for the but.

‘Ok.’

Scott moved into the room, kicking his shoes off and then sitting on the end of the bed, legs crossed, facing Stiles.

‘Ok. Fine. There is something I wanted to talk about – ’

‘I knew it! There is something wrong – ’

‘Stiles.’ Scott cut him off, using what Stiles had dubbed his alpha voice. Stiles always liked to claim it didn’t actually work on him since he wasn’t a werewolf, but nine times out of ten if Scott used it, Stiles would shut up.

This was one of those times.

‘It’s nothing bad, I just… You’ve been really focused on this whole post-senior year plan, like really focused, even for you, and I just – is everything ok? I mean, I totally understand wanting to keep us all together, I don’t like the idea of the pack just going their separate ways at the end of the year but, I don’t know, it seems like this is more than that.’

Stiles looked down at his hands, and Scott waited, watching him. Finally, he looked up at Scott and shrugged.

‘I asked my dad a few days ago who he still talks to, from his high school friends – do you know what he said?’ Scott shook his head at the question, but from Stiles posture and voice he could guess where this was going. ‘None, Scott. He doesn’t talk to a single one of his friends from high school.’

‘Is that what’s had you so wound up? You think that’s gonna be us?’ Scott asked, and Stiles shrugged again, then nodded once. Scott wanted to laugh, but bit it back, knowing it wouldn’t help.

‘Stiles – hey, look at me. That sucks for your dad, and yeah, maybe that happens to some people – but that is never going to be us, ok? First, we’re not all just friends, we’re pack, that means something.’ Stiles nodded, but he still didn’t look convinced. ‘And second? You and I? We’ve never just been friends – Stiles, you’ve always been more than just a friend, you’re the most important person in my life besides my mum. And after everything we’ve been through – Stiles, you stepped into gasoline while I held a lit flare to save my life or die with me. And I would do anythingto keep you safe too. So yeah, I’m really sorry for your dad and all those other people who lose their high school friends but we’re never gonna be those people.’

Stiles blinked at him, then started to smile, and Scott grinned in return.

‘You’re right, there’s not really any high school friendship like ours, is there?’ Stiles said, and Scott shook his head.

‘Nope. We’re one of a kind. Dude, you’re always gonna have me.’

‘I always have.’ Stiles responded, and Scott was suddenly reminded of that day last summer.

‘It’s a life fulfilled, right?’ He asked, hoping Stiles would remember. From the way Stiles’ eyes widened, then filled with happiness as he grinned, he too remembered that day.

‘Absolutely.’ He agreed, and they laughed. And Scott gave an internal sigh of relief that he’d figured out what was troubling his best friend, and had – hopefully – managed to fix it. At least for now.

Summer after High School

‘Dude, we did it.’ Stiles said, and Scott turned to look at him from the passenger side of the jeep. They were sitting in the jeep in the car park of the school two hours after their high school graduation ceremony.

Everyone else had left, the rest of the pack having not long taken off in groups to head to their favourite dinner for a celebratory dinner. Their parents had headed home with instructions to have fun but, under no circumstances, wake them up when they got home. They both had early shifts.

‘I know, I can’t believe we graduated.’ Scott agreed, and Stiles shook his head.

‘No, man – I mean yes, we did, but we did more than that. We survived.’ Stiles told him, turning in his seat to face Scott.

‘Stiles – did you mean it?’ Scott asked, and Stiles looked at him. ‘The night… the night they took you, the riders – you called me, but I didn’t know who you were…’

‘You remember that?’ Stiles asked, before he winced and ducked his head down.

‘Hey.’ Scott reached out, put a hand on Stiles’ shoulder, waited until Stiles looked up again. ‘Yeah, I remember. It came back when I saw you again for the first time at the hospital. Did you mean it?’

Stiles stared at him, and Scott just held his gaze, not moving. He just waited. After what felt like an eternity, Stiles nodded once.

‘I meant it.’

‘Scott? Hey, Scott, where are you? Where are you right now?’

‘Who’s this?’

‘Scott… no, please – please, Scott, you have to remember ok? They’re coming for me, but you have to remember, please – remember me. Remember… remember that I love you. I love you Scott, I never said it before but I do, I love you. I love you. Remember that.’

‘I love you too.’ Scott told him, and Stiles started to shake his head but Scott moved his hand from Stiles’ shoulder to cup his cheek, stilling the movement.

‘I do. When I realised what was missing from my life, that they’d taken you it was like this… I don’t know how to describe it, but I knew then. I need you in my life, always, not just because you’re my best friend but you’re the person I love more than anyone. I’m in love with you Stiles.’

Stiles’ eyes had filled with tears as he listened, and he blinked.

‘Are you sure?’ He asked softly, and Scott heard the fear in his voice.

‘Never been more sure.’ Scott told him, his voice steady and serious.

‘I’m in love with you too.’ Stiles admitted, and Scott smiled and then before Stiles could move Scott had leaned it, bringing his other hand to the back of Stiles’ head to pull him forward to meet him, pressing his lips to Stiles’.

Stiles squeaked in surprise, but quickly melted into the kiss, bringing his own hands up – one to mirror Scott’s and cup the back of Scott’s head, the other to wrap around Scott’s back, trying to pull him closer. Scott tilted his head slightly, and then deepened the kiss, pulling a groan from Stiles that Scott wanted to hear again and again.

When Stiles pulled back slightly, just to catch his breath, he grinned at Scott, and Scott mirrored the expression.

‘Well… that was new.’ Stiles said, and Scott laughed, rolling his eyes at the statement that was so Stiles.

‘But good?’ He checked when he stopped laughing, and Stiles bit his lip, and nodded.

‘Definitely good.’ Stiles started to lean in, and Scott moved as well but then Stiles’ phone went off, and he groaned. ‘I want to ignore it. I do. But that’s the ringtone Lydia set for herself and I fear that if I don’t answer she’s going to make me pay, somehow.’

Scott bit his lip to keep himself from laughing, and nodded his agreement. Lydia had certainly changed over the last couple of years, grown into herself and her abilities – but she still hated to be ignored. If she called, you answered. And if you didn’t, you were on your own, pack or no pack (Liam learned that lesson the hard way early in Scott and Stiles’ senior year).

‘Lydia? What’s up?’ Stiles asked, answering the phone just before it rang out.

‘Stiles? Where the hell are you guys? We’ve all been here for ages, and everyone’s getting hungry – and by everyone I mean the werecoyote, werewolf and teenage boys!’ She nearly shouted into the phone, and Stiles winced, staring at Scott with wide eyes. They’d both forgotten they were meant to be meeting the rest of the pack for dinner.

‘Uh, sorry, the jeep was acting up again, but I think it’s sorted now. We’ll be there in like, ten minutes. You know what, Scott and I always get the same thing there anyway, why don’t you just all go ahead and order, and order ours too? That’ll keep the others happy.’ Scott grinned at him – they were meeting at their favourite diner, and he and Stiles had been ordering the same thing for years.

Scott listened as Stiles rattled off their orders from memory, then after swearing to Lydia they were getting on the road right this minute, he hung up.

‘Oops?’ Stiles said, grinning at Scott.

‘Oops.’ Scott agreed, then, Lydia and her threats be damned, he leaned back across the centre console to kiss Stiles once again.

When he pulled back, Stiles looked a little dazed before shaking his head as if to clear it. Scott settled back into his seat with a smile, watching as Stiles turned the key in the ignition, letting out a little prayer (thank you jeep gods!) when it started with no fuss.

Stiles pulled out of the spot and drove out of the car park, away from the school. When he reached the main road, he reached out and grabbed hold of Scott’s hand, holding it as he drove. Scott let his head roll to the side, smiling at Stiles, content to watch him drive them to meet their friends – their pack.

It was the first night of their summer vacation – the first one after finishing high school, their last before college and the demands of adulthood hit. And if this was any indication, this was going to be the best summer yet. They had other friends now, they had their pack and allies. And, like all those summers before, they had each other.

Scott gave Stiles’ hand a small squeeze, and Stiles looked over quickly, smiling at him.

He remembered their conversation from last summer, and the one before. This wasn’t just a life fulfilled. This was everything.

#sciles #sciles week #scilesweek #scilesweek 2021 #scilesweek day 5 #day 5: summer nights #prompt fill #fanfiction #sciles fanfiction #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #scott and stiles #friends to lovers #scott mccall #stiles stilinski

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

Good evening I’m currently crying about the Cullen Family dynamic I have concocted in my head.

- Carlisle and Jasper sitting down together to better educate their old asses on the social conducts / normalities today.

- Esme and Rosalie taking nature walks together and just talking. Mother - Daughter day. Sometimes, if she wants, Alice joins them.

- Emmett fully starting all out battles be it Nerf, snowball or water balloons early in the morning and all of them throw caution to the wind and join in. It usually ends in couple v couple with Edward off to the side in a huff until Bella joins and fuckin obliterates every single one of them.

- Jasper, Emmett and Edward (when he’s not being so annoying) embrace their brotherly relationship. They wrestle, argue, throw things and fight but it’s usually all in good fun. Until Eddie gets pissy then it’s real.

- Carlisle bonds with the kids when they are turned and makes it a point to do it as often as he can after. With Bella, he sits and discusses Literature for hours, with Alice they discuss her visions and he helps her delve into her past, Emmett (don’t tell Esme) he helps him Scheme, Jasper ^^^^, Edward they barely talk now that Bella is in the picture but when they do they could be up there for hours talking about whatever. He tried with Rosalie but she scares him.

- Esme makes it a point to spend time with the kids too. She and Emmett discuss their farm lives and debate over easier methods, Alice tries to style her differently every summer, Bella and her cook, Jasper usually prattles on for hours about horses and whatnot and Esme smiles patiently unwilling to tell him her farm was a vegetable one and not animal. Sometimes he just wants to be near her because she had the Best Vibes , Rose and her bond over their trauma at first but it slowly morphs into idle chatter about nothing. Edward, in my head, clings onto Esme more than anyone thinks because she reminds him of Elizabeth and usually is just around her while Esme is busting herself with design or painting.

- They honour Esme’s Jewish heritage along with Carlisle’s Anglican beliefs every December and have a mix of the two holidays. Rosalie, Bella and Alice spends hours every November making a menorah for Esme from scratch whereas Emmett, Jasper and Edward tackle the Christmas decorations. Emmett is on light duty. Alice spends hundreds of dollars buying matching clothes and pyjamas for all the Cullens.

- Esme and Bella spends hours in the kitchen whipping up Christmas and Thanksgiving dinner for the pack. Esme also makes various meals for Bella to take to Charlie while they still lived in forks.

- Whenever Carlisle decides to scold one of the children for one stupid stunt or other someone is guaranteed to bite back “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned”

- Emmett calls Esme “Momma” and Carlisle “Pops”. He’s the only one who refers to them that way. But Renesmee called them Nana and Poppy.

- She has nicknames for everyone. Rose is Rosey, Jasper is Jassy, Alice is Alley Cat (Alice thought of it herself and was so proud she tried to get every one to use it. Nobody does) Emmett is Emmy. Bella is simply Mom and Edward is Dad.

- Edward is fucking nice to Rosalie in my head and they have a tradition every December to personalise baubles for the other. 2008 had Rosalie make “Listen to Rosalie next time” whereas Edward made one that stated “you were right”

- Fun Fact! Vampires can smoke weed and drink alcohol in my head. Emmett, Rosalie, Alice and Jasper definitely were/ probably still are smokers. Alice claims it helps her ignore visions when she doesn't feel up to it, Jasper says it helps ignore the emotions emitted by everyone. As soon as he heard that, Edward jumped on the bandwagon and immediately regretted it.

- They can also drink. One bottle of alchohol and they’re all bladdered. The venom sobers them up quickly but hell if Emmett doesn’t make it hard.

- Jasper and Emmett started a weed farm and did in fact start dealing at their school. Once Esme caught wind, however, all hell broke loose because. "You're hundreds of years old Jasper, you should know better!" "What about Emmett" "HE'S EMMETT"

- The Cullens are forced once a month by Esme to have a game night. Not monopoly though, she's still mad over the fact they had to move from Boston because Rose threw Jasper out of the window.

- Alice in retaliation makes them all have a movie night once a month. Once they had a vampire marathon. They put on Dracula, Interview with a vampire, Hotel Transylvania for Nessie and finally They binged Buffy the Vampire slayer. After the first five episodes, Carlisle almost spontaneously combusts and Edward convinces himself that somehow Angel was modelled after him. Bella threw the TV out of the window.

- Renesmee once suggested a huge game of hide n seek. Her and Jacob (who did NOT FUXKING IMPRINT THANK YOU) were the seekers. She found Carlisle and Esme after a few minutes, her parents after 10, Rosalie an hour later, Alice they didn’t find for a week, Jasper was about two weeks and they still hadn’t found Emmett after a month. He convinced Seth to go with him so Alice couldn’t cheat and they each phone at least once a day. He just giggles and hangs up.

- Rose eventually snaps and she and Leah (look I feel she’d get along best with Rose idk why) head out to find him. She comes back a day later with a sheepish and petulant Emmett behind her.

- Edward has written piano pieces for every woman in the coven. Esme actually has about 20 because Edward’s indecisive ass couldn’t sit still when it was the three of them but she’s memorised them all and hums a tune or two when she’s painting. Rose has 5 because he found his music calmed her in the early days, Alice has two and Bella + Nessie have just the one. Edward cries daily about it.

- Emmett was the one who instigated Mothers/Fathers day. He asked Rose and EmoFuck one day what they did for them and Edward had a panic attack while Rose zoomed out the house to go get Esme a bunch of flowers. They celebrated it ever since.

- Bella + Alice + Emmett blasting “Am I a Man or am I a Muppet” on repeat both out loud and in their heads just to fuck with Edward.

- When hunting, Esme has a tendency to climb a tree and just sit and wait for her husband to walk past. As soon as he’s in her eyesight she ‘falls’ onto him/next to him. She fake breaks her leg and he reverts into Doctor Cullen. The coven in absolutely mortified by this and the two love it. They embrace their embarrassing parents act willingly.

- The Cullens have a naughty corner. The two most frequent users are the Choas triplets; Alice, Emmett and Bella. Carlisle has been put in the corner multiple by Esme for his own stunts- such as turning Rosalie for Edward- and once Esme was put in the corner by Carlisle. They won’t disclose what she did but the next time they were all together in town, a group of Drag Queens came up to Esme and asked where she got her body glitter from.

- The Cullens learning from their past mistakes with the Werewolves and being godsends to the communities they live in. Esme baking and cooking food and donating the lot of it, Rosalie helping out at preschools and kindergartens and being called “Miss Rosie” by half the kids, Bella tutoring students in English, Alice donating clothes to women’s shelters, Edward giving music lessons, Carlisle donating money to those in need. Emmett being that guy who protects all the women from creeps, Jasper helping the quiet kids out with confidence boosts, Renesmee just being an all round kind person and the one who can make friends anywhere.

- When they leave Forks for the last Time, Carlisle donates a huge check to the Tribe with a letter giving gratitude and apologising for everything. Billy cried and Sue had to take the cheque and spread it amongst the tribe.

- Jacob continued phasing for the next 20 years, he regularly takes trips to wherever the Cullens are living to visit Bella and Ness. Whenever it happens, Alice buys him a whole suitcase full of shorts and jeans, Esme bounces of the walls in excitement, Emmett loses his shit and Bella is insufferable but they don’t seen Rosalie or Edward of a day for however long he stays. He eventually stops phasing when Billy passes.

#twilight saga #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #rosalie cullen #rosalie hale #jasper hale #jasper cullen #alice cullen #bella swan

[freefallingup13]

Kicked (Jaren’s Puppy)

This one has some more descriptions of where Toni and Jaren live, and the coven they live with. There’s some pretty vulgar stuff going on, you’ve been warned. Jaren is not a nice man.

Taglist: @emreads

Summary: Jaren, the leader of a wild, warmongering vampire coven, likes to keep a few werewolves as attack dogs. Some of the  werewolves the coven keeps - like his favorite “Puppy” Toni - are his personal pets.

CW: This is a pet whump/slavery fic, if I continue to post more of this story there will be dubcon. This piece in particular has non-con touching (non-sexual), implied non-con, implied murder, blood mention, alcohol mention, fire mention, human trafficking (as livestock) mention, dehumanization, head injury, Whumpee is a girl, and the Whumper is called “Master”. (Also for anybody squicked by this specific trope, a second lady whumpee is held in a man’s lap as he taunts her and eventually injures her as he throws her away.)

The party was loud, as they always were. Toni focused on trying to keep her eyes closed, trying to ignore the whooping and hollering. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming.

On the bright side, she could focus on the smells more than the screams.

Beyond the stairs she laid herself on was a large dirt clearing in the middle of camp. All around were tents, ramshackle huts of leather and stone, cages made from tied-together dungeon doors. The other wolves were restless, pacing back and forth. Some of them were half-shifted, stuck in between human and wolf form; most of them preferred to be in their wolf form. It was easier to take the abuse that way. 

The huts belonged to the troops. Most of them were empty, thanks to the celebration. The half-open huts near the clearing seemed to be the only ones that were occupied. (She tried to forget that the outer huts would have people within.) The vampires screamed into the night like wild animals as blood and alcohol dribbled down from their chins. Well - “dribbled” was a polite way of saying how messy they were.

In the clearing was a large bonfire, towering to the sky. The ground below it was always charred to black, even on a normal day. Some of the younger vampires were being dared to jump over it, to run through the flames. Some of them took up the dare, coming out with sooty marks and charred clothes. They would throw their fists in the air with a cry of victory before being swept away in the cheering crowd.

They were all so immature. They were out of control.

But that was the way Master liked it.

Morale was high, there was a feast to be had. The coven whose territory they had taken over this week had hidden a town, hidden a quiet trade of prey. Of course Master had opened it up to his troops once the health of the humans had been verified.

She scrunched her eyes tightly. That was as far as she would think about it. Humans were only livestock here. Nothing else. There was no need to think any further - there was no need to listen.

A frustrated shout to her side made her whimper, cowering onto the stone steps. At the end of the clearing, on top of a hill covered with stolen stone steps, was her Master’s throne. A mishmash of leather, stone, antler and bone, it was an intimidating, chaotic sight. He sat on it now, on layers of animal hides, with another girl in his lap.

“Come on,” Jaren cooed as he wrenched her hands away from him. “Don’t you think it’s nice? Everyone’s happy.”

“No!” the girl shrieked, struggling to get away from him. He only had one arm around her waist, but as a human against a vampire, she had no chance of getting away. “You’re killing them, you’re killing us-!”

“Oh, I’m not doing a thing,” Jaren laughed, grabbing her face roughly. He turned her gaze to the crowd by the fire, the writhing and screams that were a mix of torture and excitement. “You think they didn’t do that to you? You think that family didn’t have their fun, with every single one of you that disappeared?”

The girl hissed, shutting her eyes to avoid the sight, squirming to cover her ears. Jaren wouldn’t let her - he knew her wrists were starting to bruise in his hand, the way she yanked at them so hard. “The Calates protected us!” she yelled. “They kept us safe! The sacrifices were for all our good!”

Jaren couldn’t help but throw his head back and laugh, crossing one ankle to his knee and pulling the girl closer. “That’s so fucking cute,” he chuckled as he grabbed her hair, pulling her face close to his. “You meant nothing to them. You were just food. Compliant food, at that. Your village made it so easy for them…”

The girl tried to hide it, but it was overwhelming. The frustrated shriek that broke through her clenched teeth as she tried to hit him only made him grin.

Toni winced, curling up to the side of her Master’s throne. She tried to keep her eye on the fire, fire was nice. Fire flickered, always changed. It would eat everything weak that it was given, then sputter out when there was nothing left to consume. She watched now as pieces of the Calate estate were thrown in. They’d looted paintings, furniture, architecture. The sight of wardrobes full of clothes being emptied onto the fire made her look away.

She didn’t want any reminders that people had been living. They were gone now. They were all dead. They didn’t matter.

A sigh escaped her as she tried to rub at her eyes. It was too much. She’d been good, staying chained up next to Master the entire night so far. This, though, she couldn’t take any more of it. The screaming, the burning, the blood. Worst of all was knowing what people were doing to their prey in the huts on the outside of camp, trying to get their privacy as they-

She shook her head roughly. Don’t think of the dead. They would all be dead, they didn’t matter.

Toni just wanted to go to bed.

Suppressing a whine, she got to her knees, peeking over the armrest of his throne. “M… Master?”

“Huh?” He’d been in the middle of taunting, his hands steadfast on the girl’s hands. Those hands were surely broken by now, with how purpled they were from bruising. “What is it, Pup?”

“Can- Can I-”

She didn’t get to finish.

In one, desperate lash, the girl kicked out while Jaren was distracted, trying to twist away. She was on his lap, it wasn’t her fault that she was lined up so perfectly. Her slippered foot hit Toni in the head with all the girl’s strength in her fight for freedom, all her fear.

The explosion of pain made Toni cry out, though she wasn’t sure if she could hear it or not. All she knew was there was some thud, her head shook, everything was falling. She was falling, rolling down the steps until the chain around her neck tugged taut. Her yelping was cut off with a choke as she was forced to a stop, and she gasped for air. 

Somewhere she heard shouting as she tried to claw at the chain around her neck. A distant scream, closer than the others. She saw a blurry shape through her tears, vaguely human, blood and deep wounds covering the front as it was thrown down the steps to the fire.

Cold hands cupped her face, made her look up. There was something warm and sticky on one of them. It felt comforting to feel something warm. She tried to open her eyes, but she shut them again with a long whine. Everything was too bright, too much.

“Fucking christ, get the vet!” Master. That was Master. He sounded like he was shouting, but everything sounded so quiet and foggy. 

The chain was unwrapped from her neck, and she took as many deep breaths as she could. Somebody was holding her close, keeping her head still with one hand - she could tell the familiar smell of her Master anywhere. She tried to bury her face into his shirt, tried to beg for comfort. Speaking was impossible, with the thud echoing in her head.

There was a commotion of voices around her, though it was only her and her Master there. No- a third hand, turning her face away from her Master. This hand was gentle, opened her eyes with their fingers, patted her cheek when she whined. She was the one who was in Master’s lap now, getting checked by a doctor-

No, no. A veterinarian. Vampires didn’t need doctors. Pets and humans did. 

“She’s a little out of it, it’s possible she’s gotten a concussion,” the voice was saying, much clearer to her Master than to her. “She’s going to need rest, plenty of water. Give her more meat and fish with her meals, it’ll take a little over a week for her to get better - she’ll be pretty confused for a while.”

“That dumb human bitch,” Jaren seethed under his breath, holding Toni tighter to him. “Not a single mark on my Puppy, and one fucking human comes around trying to kill her like an animal.”

“Well, she’ll get bruises from the chain, too, from the looks of it,” the “vet” said, pointing at her neck. Pale blond hair fell over carefully cleaned clothes as she leaned closer to the pair. “I can already see the marks. She fell pretty hard?”

“The little bitch kicked her as hard as she could,” Jaren snarled, starting to stand up. “Rest and more food, you said?”

“Yes. She might have trouble with lights and sounds, as well. And like I said, she’ll be rather-”

“She’ll be confused for days, I know,” Jaren groaned, propping Toni up so her head rested against his chest. “I’ll be taking extra good care of my Puppy, then.”

“Nothing too rough. Preferably, nothing at all.”

“Are you joking?” Jaren scoffed, turning to look at the girl in front of him. “She’s perfect as she is, you think I want her to go mad and ruin it all? I don’t want her head hurt. Of course I won’t do anything.”

Bored red eyes stared back at him as the girl brushed her hair behind her ears, then crossed her arms. “Agreed, Sire,” she said simply. “Go on, I’ll make sure the party doesn’t wear anyone out too much.”

“You play second-in-command too often, Cora,” Jaren growled as he turned to his home, an abandoned castle, repurposed for the wild coven he ran. “Let them have their fun. Why don’t you do the same?”

“Because your drunk troops get my doctors drunk, too. And they attack the dogs,” Cora said, her chin tilting up. “If I didn’t stay sober, there’d be no one to treat them.”

Rolling his eyes, Jaren began walking to the castle doors. “Whatever you say, you boring girl,” he called over his shoulder. “Lighten up a little.”

“You brought me to the darkness yourself, Sire,” Cora called back as she headed back down to the steps. “So you’re stuck with me there as it is.”

#whump #lady whump #whump scenario #whump drabble #whump writing #whump series #Jaren's Puppy #Jaren really is just an asshole tbh #It's like his whole purpose in life and he loves it #tw: noncon touch (nonsexual) #tw: implied noncon #tw:implied murder #tw: blood #tw: alcohol #tw: fire #tw: dehumanization #tw: head injury

[ofvindictc]

( brett dalton, 30/49, he/him )  welcome to  san francisco, DANIEL WARREN / LEVI STONE / FAMINE.  rumor has it they are a HYBRID, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine BLOODY KNUCKLES HITTING A PUNCHING BAG, RED SKIES IN THE MORNING, AND STARING AT YOUR REFLECTION THROUGH A SPLINTERED MIRROR.

he’s from a tiny ass town outside of portland. grew up with an abusive alcoholic dad. you can imagine how that went.  he was always in trouble as a kid and getting into fights.  i feel like the cops were always at his house bc if it wasn’t him getting into trouble, it was his dad.  whenever his dad got arrested, he’d ghost and stay with friends so he wouldn’t have to get thrown into the system. he was already taking care of himself anyway, it was nothing new to be left alone for weeks at a time.  he was an angry kid; partially bc of his life, partially bc of the werewolf curse in his bloodline.  it was from his dad’s  side  but  his  dad  was  adopted  (  therefor,  his  adopted  parents  weren’t  werewolves  and  had  no  clue  about  the  supernatural  )  and  had  never  triggered  his  curse  so he had no fucking clue what fresh hell was about to be unleashed on him. 

he triggered his curse at 15. he was a youngin.  i want to say he was high, maybe wasted, and they were fucking around on the docks.  he got into a fight with his best friend about something stupid and they got fighting and his friend died;  busted his head open on the side of the dock when he went over it and into the water.  daniel was so shocked he just watched him drown and didn’t do anything.   all he remembered after was the pain, how everything was changing and he didn’t know what to do about any of it.  when he turned that first full moon, he destroyed their trailer and killed his own father.  the guy probably deserved it but that was a lot of blood on his hands.  he ended up peacing out and hitchhiking to portland.  as far as the world knew, he was a runaway.  he wasn’t a suspect in his dad’s death bc, well, it looked like an animal attack.  anyone the police questioned would confirm the truth;  daniel was always on the move, you never knew where he’d go.  with no relatives to push the envelope, he slipped between the cracks. 

it was after his second full moon, after he mauled a couple hikers, that the alpha from the portland pack found him.  he took him in, set him up with a trailer of his own, helped him figure out how to control that rage simmering under the surface.  which he did, for the most part.  he started boxing,  got a job at the gym, paid his fucking taxes.  all that normal person stuff.   he even had a girlfriend, another one of the werewolves in the pack.  she didn’t have anyone either;  her parents weren’t around, no siblings, nothing.  she was someone it was easy to be around, to be this new, calmer, version of himself.  now they still fought, that anger never went away, but he always tried to contain it.  he was happy.  he didn’t want to lose everything. 

enter klaus mikaelson.  he blows into town, promises them the world, then delivers.  for the first time he can control his shift;  he doesn’t have to.  he can be normal, can be whoever the fuck he wants to be.  except there’s rules .. obligations that they can’t shake.  suddenly they’re moving to virginia, carting around the guy’s family in coffins and providing him with security.  but he’s happy to do it...  isn’t he?  he owes the guy a debt.  he believes it too,  right until elijah mikaelson yanks his heart straight out of his chest.   he dies,  has to watch from the other side as life goes on without him.  watches as the love of his life breaks her sire bond, is murdered by klaus in an expression massacre.  they’re not reunited;  he never sees her again.  the veil falls but he has nowhere to go.  he looks for klaus and elijah,  wants his revenge, but never finds them before the other side is reinstated.   when it implodes later on,  he faces oblivion.  there’s no peace for someone with rage in their heart, revenge on their mind. 

PRE SEASON ONE

he wakes up in san francisco, thousands of miles from where his body was buried.  he’s in one piece... and he’s pissed.  he’s also hungry.   he kills the  police officer that finds him, takes his i.d and decides to assume his identity.  he changes his hair color, compels the major players in the guys life, and becomes levi stone.  as far as he’s concerned, daniel warren is dead.  he died 20 years ago, bye bitch, 

he’s got revenge on the mind and he has his plans.  right now he’s masquerading as levi stone, assuming his role as a police officer.  he also opened up his own gym, has a boxing ring and everything bc that’s how he Unwinds.  he has a lot of anger in him and he keeps it contained by channelling it into revenge fantasies and productivity.  it’s a long con but he’s waited this long... what’s a few more months? a year? 

SEASON ONE

as  phase  one  of  his  plan  to  mess  with  the  mikaelsons,  he  inserted  himself  into  henrik  mikaelson’s  life.  his  plan  was  to  make  him  love  him,  make  him  devoted,  and  then  turn  him  into  a  vampire  —  SIRE  BONDED  to  him.   then  he  would  have  pitted  henrik  against  the  family,  used  that  love  as  a  weapon  to  keep  him  loyal.   it  worked  for  six  months.  he’d  gotten  close,  he’d  wormed  his  way  into  henrik’s  heart  with  a  combination  of  acting  and  compulsion,  and  the  man  loved  him.  he  slipped  up  once  or  twice,  a  lockbox  filled  with  mementos  revealing  his  real  name,  but  he  was  able  to  compel  away  the  memory.  he  was  back  on  track.

while  impersonating  levi  stone,  out  on  patrol,  he  encountered  a  strange  fog.  there  was  a  figure  in  the  distance,  though  he  couldn’t  make  them  out,  and  the  next  thing  he  knew  there  was  a  ring  on  his  finger  and  a  voice  in  his  head.  FAMINE.   the  horseman  of  the  apocalypse  had  been  brought  back,  sensing  the  disturbance  in  the  city,  and  needed  a  powerful  body  to  host  him.  levi,  as  a  hybrid,  was  the  perfect  vessel.  they  became  symbiotic:   levi  would  feed,  drown  himself  in  crimson  rivers  to  keep  the  horseman  well  fed,  and  famine  would  help  him  with  his  revenge  plans.   famine  infected  two  of  the  mikaelsons,  made  their  hunger  threaten  to  overwhelm  them,  which  resulted  in  one  ending  up  daggered  at  the  family  estate.   his  plan  was  working.  it  was  perfect.   until  it  wasn’t. 

the  more  he  became  levi,  and  indulged  famine,  the  less  stable  daniel  warren  became.  it  was  almost  disassociative  the  way  he  looked  at  his  own  psyche,  constantly  unsure  whose  eyes  he  saw  when  he  looked  in  the  mirror.  he  also  started  hallucinating,  thinking  he  was  seeing  his  wife  around  time.   he  first  saw  her  in  a  dream  world,  the  work  of  the  sandman,  and  from  there  it  spiralled  into  a  kind  of  madness.  the  hallucinations  broke  daniel  free,  splintered  levi’s  focus  and  drive  and  started  spinning  the  revenge  plot  off-course.  he  made  a  series  of  mistakes,  let  his  guard  down,  and  henrik  got  the  drop  on  him.   the  man  had  broken  free  of  his  compulsion  and  had  a  witch  hold  him  down  so  he  couldn’t  strike  out  against  them.   HE  LOST.   henrik  vowed  that  if  he  came  after  them  again,  he’d  tell  the  whole  family  what  he’d  done:   sealing  the  warrant  for  his  death. 

in  the  final  showdown  with  henrik,  famine’s  ring  was  wrenched  from  his  finger.  he  was  experiencing  severe  separation  anxiety  from  the  horseman  and  it  worsened  his  condition.   he  was   a  shell  of  a  person  when  FINN  MIKAELSON  showed  up  on  his  doorstep.   the  man  was  wearing  famine’s  ring,  inciting  a  fury  that  burned  through  him.   he  was  no  match  for  an  original  vampire  though  and  felt  fingers  tighten  around  his  heart  —  eyes  screwing  shut  as  he  prepared  for  his  heart  to  be  wrenched  from  his  chest  again.   that  didn’t  happen  though.   finn  simply  smirked,  explained  he  was  repaying  a  debt,  and  the  ring  was  slid  back  on  his  finger.   another  warning  was  issued,  to  stay  clear  of  the  mikaelsons,  and  then  finn  was  gone  as  quickly  as  he  appeared.   FAMINE,  though  he  had  manipulated  finn  for  his  own  ends,  was  still  livid  and  vowed  revenge.   he’s  back  to  where  he  started  except  now  the  stakes  are  higher  —   HE’LL  BURN  EVERY  LAST  ONE  OF  THEM   TO  THE  GROUND.   NO  HESITATIONS.

CONNECTION IDEAS - people who are against the mikaelsons / would be good to align with in case of retaliation. - maybe someone he’s training? he owns his own boxing gym and does special supernatural fight nights for anyone interested. (2/3  taken by dylan & jo) - someone who knew the real levi stone and knows he’s not him when they see him out and about. - half sibling. they share a mom, despite being 30 years apart in age. (taken by jaime)

#apx:intro #tw: violence #tw: murder #tw: childhood abuse

[thewriterwithnoplan]

The Huntress From Hell (Part 10)

Summary: Luci Samael Morningstar daughter of Lucifer and the angel Azrael . Marked as the heiress of hell, Luci might be in a smidge of trouble when she falls into an alternate universe. Here demons run rampant and angels aren’t so high and mighty. With monsters lurking around every corner she needs to turn tail and get the hell out of there. If only. Pairing: Supernatural x OC x Lucifer (Fox) Word Count: 1131 Warnings: None.

It had been months since Sam or Dean had contact with Luci. They hadn't been surprised though after what had happened. Not that they were sure what happened. Castiel had merely told them that Uriel was gone and he'd left Luci to return the body to heaven. The boys had gone back to the warehouse in search of her, only to find a burnt out husk that had to have been Alastair.

Luci wasn't one to turn tail and run but she was by no means stupid. If Alastair was indeed a reliable source then Lucifer was not one to be messed with. Being his daughter from another universe gave her some form of immunity. Lucifer wasn't a problem to Luci personally. Her real problem was ensuring the Winchesters didn't get killed or try to kill Luci for her being the Heiress of hell.  

So she'd decided that simply disappearing was her best option. Making allies wherever the hell she could. Readying for the on coming apocalypse. If the heavenly host decided that Luci was as much a threat as Lucifer was then she feared they'd go for the Winchesters to get to her. And if this universes Lucifer decided that Luci was no daughter of his then the same could ensue.

The Huntress had cast aside the Winchesters and the life if only for the moment. Until the world stopped needing the heiress of hell. Luci had traveled the country to track down any demon that'd made it topside. She was slowly amassing herself a small army of humans and demons who owed her countless favours.

Different state, town and city each day. She was sure no one could have followed her. For a month she was left alone to her favours. Until of course some demon had to ruin her streak. And by some demon she meant a hoard of them. They'd knocked her out after losing half their party. Dragged her kicking and screaming to a lavish mansion and thrown her to the feet of a suited demon upon an ornate throne.

"Well, well, well," The man chuckled, swirling his crystal glass of scotch. "If it isn't the underdog who's been ruining my business."

Luci stood, blood dripping from her split lip and gleaming in her hair from where she'd collided with a wall. The lead demon chuckled at her boldness as she had taken out Nightbane and whirled upon the demon that had knocked her out. Then she'd stepped out of the devils trap painted on the floor and spat at the lead demons polished shoes.

"I assume we haven't met?" He held up a second glass of alcohol, which despite herself she'd taken because her grandfather knew it'd been a while since she'd had decent scotch. "I'm Crowley, King of hell."

And then she'd spat the scotch onto his shoes. She grinned like an idiot, "Yeah no. I'm not saying squat to a fraud. Bring me Lucifer or at least his next of kin."

"Hate to break it to you sweet heart," Crowley growled. "But Lucifer us currently in the cage and has no next of kin. I assure you, I'm his successor."

Luci had preceded to choke on her scotch, then on air and her own tongue for good measure. No next of kin. Alastair had certainly forgotten a thing or two. What the hell was wrong with this universe? There were vampires, werewolves, twisted demons, dick Angels and every other manner of creature. What this universe didn't have was an Heiress. There was no Luci of this universe.

Holy hell. Luci couldn't fathom what Lucifer, her father, had turned into. She'd invented demons. No wonder these ones were different. How had she not noticed that this world was not just different because there were creatures of the dark but she- Here she didn't exist. No wonder hell was so warped, not just a place of the damned but full of things that wanted souls there. Holy hell. So Luci had spilt her guts, told the king of hell who she was.

"Luci Samael Morningstar, Heiress of hell." She inclined her head to Crowley. "Daughter of Lucifer himself- In another universe of course."

"As pretty as you are darling," The king swirled the liquid in his glass before downing it all. "I'm going to need some proof for obvious reasons."

Expecting nothing less Luci unbuttoned the top of her shirt. It looked simply like a tattoo to anyone who didn't understand celestial customs. A five pointed star in the centre of a circle - a pentagram - with enochian runes etched around it. An insigne as the heavenly host called it though they were rare.

"Bearer of a heart with wings and horns," Crowley translated with an impressed look. "It's a powerful mark. I assume you're from the Beta universe?"

Pushing her shirt back up Luci furrowed at the word, "The what now?"

"You know," He waved his hands about. "The universe before this one. The test run before god decided he wanted to throw in monsters- You never wondered where god went when he disappeared? He's visiting this universe."

"Huh," Luci chewed on the inside of her cheek stowing the information for later. "And you'd know this how?"

"I'm the king of hell, it was in the handbook!" He scoffed. "There's one rule God made to hell, we have to play a recording in all of the cells. Whispers of the light, the demons call it."

Another gem of information, Luci realised. God had created another universe where she wasn't even created but he by no means had forgotten her. Whispers of the light. She was willing to bet her soul that it meant her. Good. She thought. Good that this universe hadn't been allowed to corrupt itself completely. Good that god had ensured the damned souls in the pit had some hope.

She by no means liked the idea of her grandfather hopping between universes, having disposable children. Luci was angered that he'd created this place where evil thrived, where she didn't even exist. But she was interested and curious too. A universe where everything was different, what was right is wrong and wrong was right. It was different. And for a being who'd spent millennia in the same world- Different was good.

So Luci stood before the king of hell and gave a deadly grin, "You have no right to the throne of hell-"

"You-" Crowley began to interrupt before she waved her hand in a silencing motion.

"That's why you need some like me to back you," Crowley blinked then gave a delighted grin to match the heiress'. "In return for a favour of course."

There was a pause, a heartbeat, a moment, a minute-

"I like you. We've got ourselves a deal."

#huntress #Lucifer Morningstar #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #castiel #demon #crowely #uriel

[lantur]

Castlevania: “The Journey,” Part One

Summary: The story of Trevor and Sypha, post season two. [Part one: Trevor and Sypha reunite with Alucard, Sypha and Alucard have a confidential talk, and Sypha helps Trevor with an issue that's keeping him up at night.]

-

Sypha is the one to kill the last vampire in Braila.

It isn’t her most elegant spell. She simply lights him on fire. When it is over, she sinks to her knees where she stands, in the middle of the dark alley. This hadn’t been a fight on the scale of defeating Dracula’s generals, but her exhaustion is cumulative. That had been one explosive fight. This has been close to a week of combat night after night, flushing out every last vampire in the town.

Trevor comes to her side. He eases her to her feet, supporting her with one hand on her back, and the other on her arm. His hands are gentle and warm. She leans against him, weary to the bone. Maybe it’s just her exhaustion getting the better of her, but she wishes he would never let go. “Hey,” he says. “Are you all right?”

Sypha closes her eyes. “I’m tired,” she says, and she means it, from the bottom of her heart. Not just from the past several nights in Braila, but from the three months before this, of ceaseless travel and combat and tension. “I need to rest.”

“We’re done here,” Trevor replies, eyeing the piles of ash in the alley. “We’ll get you to bed. It’s going to be okay. I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Thanks,” she says.

“Actually,” Trevor adds, as they slowly make their way out of the alley. He’s limping a little, and she resolves to check on the injury later. “You are going to feel better in the morning. You know why?”

Sypha winces, placing a hand to her side. One of the vampires had thrown her hard against a the side of a building, and she’s worried that the rib might be fractured. She’s too worn out to banter with him as they usually do. “Why?”

“Because we are going on a vacation.”

Sypha brightens. “We’re going to see Alucard?”

 “I was thinking more along the lines of those hot springs in Craiova, or that beer festival in Iasi we heard about when we were traveling through last month…” Trevor looks down at her and smiles. “But sure, we can go and see Alucard.”  

She squeezes his arm. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.”

They’re moving slowly, nursing their various injuries, and it takes them more than forty painful minutes to reach their inn, on the outskirts of Braila. They’re both similar degrees of filthy, dusty, and bloody, but they collapse into the narrow bed fully clothed, shoes still on, curled toward each other, and fall asleep within moments.

-

It takes a week of travel from sunrise to sunset to make their way back to the Belmont Hold and Dracula’s castle. For the first time since setting out on their journey after Dracula’s defeat, they travel at a leisurely pace and don’t go seeking trouble. No demons or monsters to vanquish from towns and cities, just the open road.

It is the break Sypha needed. It is nice to have a brief spell of peace and quiet, a respite from bloodshed and injury. Besides, as naturally as magic comes to her, it does drain her energy and physical reserves. This is the first opportunity she has had to recover fully in a long time.

There is just one reason she misses the thrill of the fight. For months - ever since they met, actually - combat against the monstrous night hordes have been a distraction from her travel companion.

Not that Trevor is so insufferable and obnoxious that she needs to be distracted from him. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Sypha has never been prone to crushes. Ever since she was a teenager, she could acknowledge a handsome man with one look, and a brief, clinical observation in her mind that yes, he was attractive. And then she would move on, her mind already occupied with more pressing matters, like a new spell she was studying or creating, or how to modify an old one she had mastered, or her Speaker duties.

She’d only had one real, significant experience with attraction, before. He was a physician in the town of Szolnok. Soft-spoken, kind, passionate about helping the townspeople, and so very intelligent. She had hung onto every word out of his mouth. But she was sixteen, and he was twice her age. When she found out he was engaged to be married, she had cried for the rest of the night and avoided him until the Speakers moved on to their next town. For two months after leaving Szolnok, she had thrown herself into her studies with zealous passion, redirecting every bit of longing she had felt for him into the study of magic.

For four years, Sypha lived in peace, until Trevor Belmont rescued her from a cyclops under the city of Gresit.

It was all downhill from there. She had developed feelings for him, completely by accident, and they had hit her with astonishing force and suddenness. By the time they had spent their first night in the Belmont library, she was already too far gone.

Monsters, demons, and vampires distract her from Trevor’s presence. They distract her from her frustrating, involuntary, ridiculous intrusive thoughts about how he’s feeling today, his voice, his face, his hands, when he smiles, how incredibly brave and determined he is, how smart he can be when he actually makes an effort, how stupidly happy she is just to talk with him and have his company as they travel. Whether they’re trading insults at one another or at the Church, or speculating about what they will encounter in the next village they happen upon and how they can help the people there, or sharing memories and stories of their pasts, or discussing something deeper.

Without the monsters, demons, and vampires, it is just the two of them. Trevor seems relaxed and unbothered. He sleeps more soundly at night than she has ever seen him sleep before, one arm thrown over his face, snoring lightly. Sypha lies awake beside him for a good portion of each night and wonders at the perversity of it all, at how she can be so happy and so filled with hopeless, melancholy longing at the same time.

-

They arrive at Dracula’s castle - Alucard’s castle, now - late on the eighth afternoon of their journey. Trevor and Sypha make their way up the steps of the castle, and Sypha raises her hand to knock politely. Trevor just pulls a knife from a pocket of his cloak and bangs on the door with the handle until Alucard pulls it open.

“I see that Sypha still hasn’t taught you manners,” he says dryly, but the effect is somewhat spoiled by the fact that he is smiling like Sypha has never seen him smile before.

She leaps forward and gives Alucard a hug, and even Trevor manages a companionable pat on his shoulder.

The three of them start talking almost at once and they continue for hours, lingering over a dinner of an enormous roasted chicken, sliced strawberries covered in sugared almonds for dessert, and then drinks. One glass of warm mulled wine for Sypha, a couple of tankards of ale for Alucard, and more than a couple of tankards of beer for Trevor.

She has countless fond memories of nights around the fire with her Speaker caravan. Dinners with Trevor, either huddled around a campfire or shared at some disreputable tavern or another, are more of a treasured part of her daily routine than she would ever admit. But this is comfortable, truly, classically comfortable, in a way that those nights haven’t been. Each of them has a velvet armchair to settle in, not a spot on the ground or a narrow, splintering bench. (Alucard sits upright, like a perfect noble gentleman. Sypha curls her knees to her chest and settles against the back of the chair. Trevor sprawls and slouches in a way that can’t be comfortable, although he looks as content as a cat who has gotten into the cream.) A large fire roars in the hearth, warming her cheeks and hands, and there is no need to retreat into a cloak or blanket for shelter.

“I can’t believe it,” Alucard says, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t believe it if Sypha hadn’t corroborated your story.”

“Your distrust wounds me,” Trevor deadpans, taking a long draft of his beer. “I’m a reliable source all on my own. When have you ever known me to falsify or exaggerate a tale?”

Sypha deliberately looks at the ornate grandfather clock in the corner of the room. “Oh, about fifteen minutes ago. Our prison guards were little more than pimply teenagers. Hardly as menacing as you painted them.”

Alucard laughs, and Trevor halfheartedly tosses a throw pillow at her. “Quiet, you. One of them certainly looked like he had some troll blood in him.”

“Seriously, though,” Alucard says. “I’m surprised that a human acted with such depravity. Dismembering ten townspeople and scattering their limbs about the village. I would have believed it was a werewolf or a demon from the night hordes, as everyone suspected.”

“We thought so at first too. That it would be a simple matter of finding and destroying the creature. It was only after Trevor and I were framed and arrested that we realized that of course a demon or any of the creatures from the night hordes wouldn’t have the ability to do such a thing.” Sypha shrugs. “And then he slipped up. He made a kill outside of the full moon. It was clear we were looking at a human suspect then.”

Trevor does a mock bow. “Another mystery solved by Belmont and Belnades.”

“Belnades and Belmont,” Sypha corrects, and then plunges ahead before Trevor can whine about it. “Tell me everything that you know about werewolves, Alucard. Trevor didn’t remember anything about them being written in the Belmont library. It wasn’t a werewolf this time, but if we ever encounter another situation where we suspect werewolf involvement, we need to know what to do.”

“Trevor doesn’t remember anything about werewolves in the Belmont library due to memory loss from years of gratuitous alcohol abuse,” Alucard replies, straight-faced. “There are three whole volumes on werewolves in the Sara Wing. Bound in werewolf hide, no less. It’s pretty disgusting. At least your ancestors managed to get the wet dog smell out, Belmont.”

“I have had it with the verbal abuse,” Trevor declares, before draining his tankard to the last drop and standing a bit unsteadily. “And the last thing I want to do is talk werewolves before bed. It may give me nightmares. Should we save this for breakfast?”

Sypha is starting to grow tired, after the long day and the heavy meal. It’s been so nice to catch up with Alucard, though, and she isn’t ready to end the night yet. “I’ll stay down here for a while,” she says, looking up at Trevor. “Good night.”

“Night,” he says, turning away and lifting a hand. “Also, fuck you.”

This last is directed to Alucard. Sypha sighs, and Alucard cheerfully gives Trevor’s back the finger. “Don’t get lost,” he calls.

They hear his slow movement out of the sitting room and up the stairs, and then his footsteps fade from earshot. Alucard glances at her. “Does he really get nightmares?” he asks, lowering his voice. “I couldn’t tell whether he was just being Trevor, or being serious.”

“Yes,” Sypha admits, after a moment. “I think we all do. But I think that Trevor’s pre-date ours.”

Alucard’s face settles into the familiar lines of sadness. “Yes,” he says softly. “That makes sense.”

Sypha reaches over and takes his hand. “How have you been?” she asks. “I’ve thought of you every day. Both of us have, really. Neither of us wanted to leave you alone here. I can’t imagine how hard it must be.”

Alucard looks away, but he doesn’t pull back. “It’s been difficult,” he says, after a long while. The light from the fire casts flickering shadows on his face. “I would like to tell you it’s easier every day, but it’s not quite. Some days, some weeks, it is easier every day. Then the next day, I’ll wake up and I’ll see something that triggers a memory of before, and it’ll be four steps back.”

“I’m so sorry,” Sypha whispers, squeezing his hand. She hates feeling so useless, so powerless to help. If there was only a spell she could cast; but this is something even beyond the powers of magic. “Is there anything I can do to help you? If you want to talk, about anything, I will listen.”

Alucard looks back at her, and with effort, he gives her a small smile. “That’s a kind offer,” he says sincerely. But…” he sighs. “I spend enough time with my own thoughts, in my own head. I don’t want to dwell on any of that while I’m in your company…and Trevor’s. I’d rather hear about what’s going on with you.”

He fixes her with a rather perceptive look, then, and Sypha fidgets. “You’ve heard the good stories,” she says. “Although, now that you mention it, I forgot to tell you about this time that Trevor had to pose as a baker in Sebes.”

Alucard raises an eyebrow. “As intriguing as this sounds, that’s not what I was getting at, and you know it.”

Sypha unwittingly channels Trevor and slouches in the armchair guiltily. “I don’t,” she says unconvincingly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Ah, you’re going to make me get embarrassingly specific. What’s going on with you and Belmont?” Alucard asks. “Are you f--”

“No!” Sypha snaps, feeling her face growing hot. “Absolutely not!”

“Okay,” Alucard replies, unfazed. “But you want to be.”

“No!” she protests, and it takes an effort to keep her voice low. The last thing she needs is for Trevor to overhear this conversation. “Not at all! It isn’t like that!”

Alucard rolls his eyes. “Please, Sypha. Don’t insult me by denying it. I’m not blind, or deaf. I see how you two are together. I saw it back when we first found the Belmont library, and you two have been off by yourselves for months now.”

She grabs the pillow that Trevor had tossed at her earlier and squeezes it hard. “Ugh! You’re just as bad as he is!”

Alucard laughs. Sypha groans, burying her face in the pillow and wondering if she could smother herself with it. “Don’t laugh,” she says, muffled by the pillow. “This is embarrassing enough without you rubbing it in.”

“It’s Trevor Belmont you’ve got your eye on. You should be embarrassed.”

Sypha slumps deeper into the pillow. Alucard laughs again, before reaching over and patting her on the shoulder. “I’m just teasing you.”

“I know,” Sypha mumbles, sitting up. She still feels flushed. “There really is nothing going on between us, though. Trevor and I are just friends. As you and I are.”

Alucard looks unconvinced, but he humors her. “You could change that, you know.”

“I think I’ve made my feelings quite clear!” Sypha crosses her arms. “I haven’t been shy or coy about how I feel for him. I haven’t danced around it. I suggested that we travel together, months ago. We walk arm-in-arm, we rest against each other while traveling, we sleep together, literally. And yet--” She bites her lip, fighting a sudden ache in her chest. “Nothing more than that.”

“That’s because Belmont is an idiot. A stone-cold moron. I know you say you haven’t been shy or coy about your feelings, and most normal men would have taken the hint months ago, but again. Belmont is an idiot. You’d probably have to kiss him before he got it.” Alucard rolls his eyes again.”It’s good that that wouldn’t be a problem for a woman as brave as you.”

“I don’t know,” Sypha says quietly, looking into the fire. “I’d be lying to you if I said I hadn’t thought of it. Or been tempted. But - I don’t know.”

Alucard looks at her curiously. “Are you nervous?”

She hears the rest of his sentence, the You’ve fought and defeated the generals of Dracula’s army, and curls into herself defensively. “This - the way I feel for Trevor, the things I feel - it is all very new to me,” she says, making a terse gesture with her hands. “I know that many women my age are mothers. But I have always been more occupied with my studies and with my duties as a Speaker than with boys. Or men.”

 Alucard takes it in. “Ah,” he says, finally understanding. He reaches over and takes her hand in his cool one, and Sypha reluctantly meets his gaze.

“You have nothing to be nervous about,” he says simply. “You remind me of my mother, you know. You’re smart, fearless, determined, passionate, kind, and gifted. And beautiful. That’s clear to anybody who’s spent any time with you, let alone anyone who knows you as Trevor and I do. And Trevor - he’s an idiot, yes. But he knows you, and to know you is to love you. I wouldn’t worry.”

Sypha just looks at him, stunned. Before he can move back, she throws her arms around his shoulders. “Thank you, Alucard,” she whispers.

Alucard pats her on the back. “You can repay me by naming your firstborn after me, no matter how he protests.”

She pulls back, and can’t help but giggle. “We will see.”

Alucard glances at the clock in the corner of the room and winces. “I’ve kept you up way too late,” he says. “I forget that humans need to sleep more than I do. I’m sorry. It’s almost one. Do you want me to walk you back to your room, or do you remember where it is?”

“I remember.” Sypha stands, gathering her blue Speaker cloak from the armchair. She reaches down, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Good night.”

“See you in the morning.”

Sypha makes her way up the grand staircase, shaking out her cloak and wrapping it around her. There’s a chill in the air away from the fire, and her heart aches to think of Alucard wandering this great castle all alone. If she could just find a spell to conceal this place from others’ eyes, and lock the studies and the laboratories and the libraries away from plunderers, then he could travel with her and Trevor. It will be much better for him to have their company all the time, instead of once every few months. Besides, It had been nice to confide in Alucard, to speak her mind openly.

She had loved her Speakers as members of her family, but that being said, there had been no one her age that she had been able to bond with like she had with Trevor and Alucard. It’s a strange thing, to love people but still not quite be able to call them friends, she reflects. Before Trevor and Alucard, the only person she had ever truly confided in, sharing her feelings honestly, was her grandfather.

There’s a light on in the small library in the guest suite, down the hall from her room and Trevor’s. Sypha glances in as she passes, expecting that Alucard must have left it on earlier in the day. She stops dead when she sees Trevor, slouched in an armchair near the lamp, absorbed in a book.

He must have noticed her, because he stops reading and looks over at the entrance. “Hey,” he says.

“Hey yourself,” Sypha replies nonchalantly, masking a moment of inward panic. There is no way that he could have heard her conversation with Alucard, right? They had kept their voices down. “I thought you were tired?”

“I was. Am.” He carefully marks his page with the black satin bookmark. “Bedroom’s weird, though. I couldn’t get comfortable. I checked out yours, too, to see if I’d have better luck there. Same thing.”  

Sypha frowns. That seems hard to believe. “I’ve seen you sleep like a baby while sharing a stall with livestock in barns,” she says. “What’s wrong with the rooms?”

“See for yourself,” Trevor says. He stands and yawns, before tucking the book under his arm and proceeding out of the library.

Sypha follows, after extinguishing the lamp. “For the record, I resent that you thought of stealing my room.”

“Turnabout is fair play, and all that.” He looks back at her and smirks. “I don’t complain when you steal the blankets at night.”

“I do no such thing!”

Trevor had left the door to his guest room ajar, and he pushes it open, leading her in. The only illumination comes from the fire in the hearth, but that is enough. He gestures expansively at their surroundings. “Yours is the same.”

Sypha takes it in, wide-eyed. It’s a little surreal. The bed is simply massive, covered with not one or two blankets but three, in varying shades of dark blue and gray, and to call them simply blankets would be a disservice. Blankets as she knows them are rough, plain, homespun. She slips her boots off and pads across the room, her feet sinking into the impossibly thick, plush rug that covers the stone floor. She reaches out and brushes her palm across the top blanket. It is incredibly soft and sleek, but heavy at the same time. Just one of them would be more than enough to warm her, and she can’t help but think back to all the nights outside where she’s shivered under three thin blankets.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” she says wonderingly. This is even softer than rabbit’s fur. “I’ve heard of it, though. Is this velvet?”

“Yeah, it is.” Trevor comes to stand beside her. He’s very close, and he leans down and presses his palm into the blanket, next to hers. His hand dwarfs hers. “Sit down. Or lie down.”

Sypha settles onto the bed, feeling rather conscious of his presence, but even that can’t distract her from the next shock. “Oh!” she exclaims, startled. It’s like she’s sinking. “It’s like what I thought a cloud would feel like, when I was little.”

Trevor sits beside her. “That’s a good way to put it.”

Sypha stretches her arms out, still feeling a little bemused by the way the bed seems to contour to her body. It’s so soft, so pliant. “What don’t you like about this?” she asks. “It’s very comfortable. It’s more than comfortable, really. This is the definition of luxury.”

“It’s too comfortable.” He grimaces. “It’s too much.”

She sits up. “Explain?”

Trevor shrugs one shoulder. “I’m not used to this,” he says shortly. “I’m used to the ground, sleeping underneath my cloak. Or on a hard bed in some inn. That’s been my life for the past ten years.” He looks at her out of the corner of his eye. “Remember how on edge you were, the first time we slept in an inn? You said you missed looking up to see the moon and the stars. You felt trapped.”

Sypha nods. “I remember.”

He opens his mouth as if to say something, and then falls into a brooding silence. Sypha nudges him. “Hey,” she says. “Is there something else that’s bothering you?”

Trevor sighs, running a hand through his already-disheveled hair. “The last time I slept in a room like this was the night before the mob came for my family,” he says, finally, and she notices the pronounced dark circles under his eyes. “My room, when I was a kid - it looked kind of like this. It felt like this. With the blue velvet blankets and everything. I lay down tonight and I tried to sleep and I just…I couldn’t.”

She embraces him without hesitation. “I’m so sorry, Trevor.”

He rests his chin on the top of her head, and places a hand on her back. “That last night, I think I fell asleep excited about some hunting trip my dad was going to take me on the next day,” he says. He sounds so far away. “I had no idea. No fucking idea.”

Sypha pulls back and looks at him, before resting a gentle hand against his cheek. “There’s nothing worse than thinking about the moment before everything changed,” she says. “ And remembering the person who you were before that moment. In that last night when everything was still normal.”

“Isn’t that the fucking truth,” Trevor replies bitterly. To her surprise, he takes her hand, resting it between both of his own. “What was that moment for you? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Sypha swallows over the lump in her throat. “It’s all right,” she says. “I remember the last real conversation I had with my parents, before they sickened with the plague. We argued because they felt I was studying magics that were too advanced for me. They were dead within the week.”

He puts an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. “Fuck God,” he says, with his usual succinctness. “That’s awful. I’m sorry.”

Sypha wipes at the corner of her eyes discreetly. “I agree. Though…”

“What is it?”

“You know that I am not religious,” she says, looking up at him. “But one could argue that the God who so cruelly orphaned you and I, and Alucard, is the same one who led the three of us to find one another.”

“You’re such an optimist,” Trevor grumbles. “Such a ray of sunshine. It’s a little obnoxious.”

She can’t help but smile at hearing him sound more like his usual self. She rises, grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed. “Yes, well, now that I think of it, I have a solution for your little bedroom problem.”

Trevor coughs. “Can you not call it that?”

“If the shoe fits…” Sypha tugs at the top blanket until he moves, and pulls it off the bed. It’s incredibly heavy in her arms, and trails against the ground. “Don’t just stand there and stare. Make yourself useful and take the other pillow.”

“I’m not even going to ask.” Trevor does as she says, and follows her as she makes her way out of the room.

She leads him back to the library, and unceremoniously deposits the pillow and blanket on the large rug in front of the bookshelf. She kneels, straightening the arrangement. “Give me the other pillow.”

He hands it to her, and Sypha looks at her handiwork, pleased. “There you go,” she says. “Now you have a hard floor to sleep on. I brought the blanket because there’s no fireplace in here, but I figured that you can use your cloak as your primary blanket so it feels more familiar.”

Trevor looks at her with an unreadable expression, which is a little unusual. Normally he’s clearly either disgruntled, determined, content, hungry, or troubled, with the occasional contemplative or thoughtful look sprinkled in. “Thank you,” he says.

Sypha wills herself to keep from blushing. “I just wanted you to sleep well. You snipe at poor Alucard so much more when you’re tired.”

Trevor snorts. “Poor Alucard, my ass.” He settles down on the floor, stretching out with a sigh and looking much more comfortable. He closes his eyes, and then cracks one open to look at her. “Well, are you coming to sleep or not? You snipe at poor me so much more when you’re tired.”

“Oh, I--” Sypha starts, flustered. They sleep together outside to stay warm, and they share a bed when they stay at inns because they can only ever afford one room and neither of them is going to sleep on the floor. But she has a perfectly serviceable room here, but now that she thinks about it, maybe it would feel strange to sleep away from Trevor after months of sleeping beside him. She’s surprised he even asked, and he’s looking at her expectantly.

“I thought you didn’t like how I supposedly steal blankets,” she manages to recover, settling down beside him as casually as she can. Trevor offers her a portion of his cloak, and she pulls the velvet blanket over both of them.  

“I don’t. But the way you talk in your sleep kind of helps me fall asleep. Distracts me from the internal monologue of the grim business of saving Wallachia from the forces of evil, and all that.”

“Happy to be of service.”

They rest in companionable silence for a while. Trevor’s presence is as warm, solid, and reassuring at her side as it always is, and Sypha is on the verge of falling asleep when he speaks.

“You always are,” he says. “I don’t tell you this enough, Sypha, but you’re a great friend. The best I’ve ever had.”

Maybe not quite the words she dreams of hearing, but they warm her heart nevertheless. She turns her head to the side, resting it against his shoulder. “So are you, Trevor.”

Trevor places his hand on hers, another surprise, and she drifts off to sleep with a small smile on her face.

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to be continued

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#castlevania #trevor belmont #sypha belnades

[ashleighxx]

Klarolinemashup Day Three

Sunday16th|TropeMashupPrompt|MythicalCreatures+CoffeeshopAU

She was deep into her favorite book, coffee machines and people chattering as background noise as she was consumed by the story yet again, and she never tired of the feeling she got when she submerged herself into a new world, lived a different life from someone else's eyes.

"Your kind are hard to come by." A deep, accented voice brought her out of her reverie.   She glanced up from her book that was sat in front of her next to her latte and saw a handsome man. He had stubble which helped emphasise his jawline a bit, short, curly, brown hair and bright blue eyes. Very handsome indeed. He exuded charm, bravado and power underneath the good looking exterior, her inner demon was itching to come out and play. Can tell how powerful he was, can tell how more powerful he could be too. Her demon smiled in delight. "And yours is fun to play with." "I'm glad you think so, maybe you can help me out with a tiny problem?" He leaned forward into her personal space, his scent of woods and whisky and age travelled to her, she nestled purred in delight. "What kind of problem?" She raised her eyebrow in question, trying to tame herself, rein her claws and teeth that itches to sink into his skin. "One that requires your unusual tactics. Come by place tomorrow," he passed her a business card with and address and number on, "we can have a chat in private if you're interested." And with that he stood up from his chair and walked out of the coffee shop. Glancing at his card she spotted his name. Klaus Mikaelson. His kind was so much fun indeed. Especially a family of Original vampires.

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Caroline walked up the pathway leading her to a massive mansion. The architecture of the place was simply stunning and was highlighted with the off-white limestone paint. She stood in front of the huge door way, two large marble pillars at either side of her, she knocked the door quietly knowing she would be heard. "Well hello there, darling. What can I do for you?" The young, dark haired, roughing looking man greeted her. A seductive smile graced his face but his eyes were all predatory. A gust of wind drew her attention behind him where Klaus appeared. "Come in, love. Ignore my brother Kol here would you, he knows no manners." Stepping into the house she was awestruck by the beauty of the interior. No matter how long she had lived her life, she still loved seeing the beauty in the world, was still shocked by the wonderful sight of it all. Caroline turned back to see Klaus gazing at her with a pleased smiled, and he should. "So you're the succubus." Kol concluded before his features lit with glee and mischievous. "You have got to do me! Glamour me, put me in a trance!" He practically jumped around like he was a child wanting treats, a dog wanting it's chew toy. Caroline looked at Klaus to see if his brother was insane or dead serious in his request and the hybrid shrugged his shoulders a little, giving her the choice to use her power on him or not. She looked into the younger originals eyes and felt her power prickle beneath the skin, smiling seductively she touched his shoulder as she walked passed, leaving him to sand where he was, stuck until his visions were over. "Follow me."

The hybrid led her into his study slash studio. The large room was split in two, on the left was an easel and paints decorated around a table, canvases strewn across the side wall and sketch book upon sketch book stacked on a side table too. She was surprised that the art studio was as organised as an artist could be. She's seen her fair share of them over the centuries. The right side of the room had floor to ceiling height bookcases, lined up with ancients rolls of parchment and books. A large wooden desk was sat in front of the bookcases and a chair in between them, facing his art studio. In the middle of the room sat two sofas opposite each other and a table in between. Decanters of blood and alcohol inside them. "Please sit." Klaus nudged her further into the room and he walked around her to gather some crystal glasses, sitting on a sofa while he poured the brown liquid into them. "So how did you know what I am? Only a few know my kind exists, never mind actually finding us." Caroline asked him. It was true though, not many people seemed to find her species out, even witches claimed they were myth and that only vampires and werewolves existed. "Let's just say my brother Kol is on good terms with a friend of yours, Lorenzo?" She nodded, thinking of ways she's gonna kill him if this goes wrong. "Well he told us if your location as you were closer to us than him. He also said you wouldn't mind as you'll enjoy playing." Caroline took a deep gulp of her whisky as Klaus leaned back in his chair, confident that she would help. He had a tiny gleam in his eyes, excitement. Hers probably matched his, she did enjoy having fun. "What is it you wish for me to do?" "What is it you can do?" Klaus challenged her, not many that did know of her existence knew the power she held and how she weaved it. It's how they liked it. "Don't you worry about that, what do you need done?" She challenged. "There's a precious stone that I need to retrieve, but I cannot procure an invite to the house. The town of Mystic Falls are aware of vampires and their weaknesses due to a council of founding families. The whole town aren't aware but just enough to get messy when I need to do a bit of light thievery and murder you know?" He paused sipping on his drink before he carried on. "The moonstone I need back is in the mayor's house, somewhere. There is also a teeny glitch called the Salvatore brothers. Both vampires and harbouring my doppelgänger." Caroline was deep in thought planning, seeing what powers would be needed and what not. Humans are easy, they don't really question much. Vampires, though fun to play with, may be able to tell if she put them in a trance depending on how old they are.

“So why don't you just kill them all in a horrific town meeting then take the doppelgänger?”

“My brother, Elijah, made me a deal unfortunately. If I was to spare his deceitful doppelgänger who escaped my last ritual and promised not to kill anyone next time round, then he and his whore would help me by keeping an eye on her family lineage, let me know when a new doppelgänger popped up and stay out of the way.”

A few hours later, a few more drinks later, Caroline and Klaus had finally mapped out a plan and a contingency plan and a further few more ideas if anything should go wrong. But she was confident in getting the job done the first time. Klaus was doubting as he didn't know of her abilities and he also didn't want the ritual to go wrong.

Suddenly the doors barged open, Kol standing in a slight gaze, looking at her in awe with a huge smile on his face. "Oh my God. That. That was amazing! Wow. Nik, you need a go of that.." He thrummed in excitement. "Thank you." And with that he flashed back out.

"What did you make him see? When he was in that trance?" Klaus asked her, still curious of her powers. She didn't mind answering this though as she didn't know herself. "When I put people in that trance like state of mind, it shows the person their desires. It could be money, power, sex. It differs person to person. Once in that trance I could see what they are seeing, use that information to seduce them into plans and schemes or I could choose not to see their desires and still feed on the power they produce from the trance." "So that's one of your powers?" "And that's all you're getting to know of them." She pointed her finger at him sternly. . It only took Caroline an evening to do her tasks, like she told the hybrid, so she waited until the night before the full moon. She made sure he had his witch waiting for the ritual. She was in the Grille for her unsuspected target, son of the mayor, Tyler. He was so into her all evening that she didn't need to seduce him with her powers before he invited her home. Luckily enough for both of them, he passed out in bed from all the alcohol he drank. Waiting until she could hear his parents sleeping she cast her powers over them that made sure they slept, giving her plenty of time to find the moonstone in the location Tyler drunkenly slipped out. The house only had one safe. After Caroline pocketed the moonstone, she made her way over to the Salvatore boarding house. The eldest brother and the school teacher, from the notes and research Klaus told her of, sat by the fire drinking, brooding. From the power she absorbed from the Lockwood's, she felt it prickle under her skin, itching to get out. She focused her power as she let it loose and she knocked the pair out before casting them into a sleep. Just one more house to visit tonight then she had work to do tomorrow to keep them distracted. The Gilbert house, just three humans and a vampire staying in the house. Perfect. It was nearly sunrise so the occupants were already asleep, making her job so much easier. The aunt and brother were the easy targets, but the vampire had to be done first in case he woke up and spotted her. Once the three were under her spell she woke the brunette doppelgänger up, her eyes lit in fear and confusion as Caroline's eyes turn silver whispering seductive commands for her to calm down and follow, into her car and back to her hotel where Klaus waited for her.

He smiled gratefully as he took the moonstone and the Gilbert girl away, leaving her to get some much needed rest and a shower.

The next day she spent all day trapping them inside the grille unknowingly under her spell before she made her way to the woods to watch Klaus' ritual. Watching him slaughter three innocents before he fell to the floor, blood dripping down him, bones cracking and golden eyes. Breathtaking. . Caroline spent three days pacing her hotel room nervously, constantly checking her phone for any signs of him being alive. She wasn't used to feeling this anxious before, this need to know if someone is safe. But she had and she needed to know. So she grabbed her bag and made her way to the front door, surprised at opening it to reveal the hybrid in question, looking very much alive. Looking very, very attractive. Wearing his dark grey henley, black jeans that fitted his rear perfectly, black combat boots and his array of necklaces. Bringing her eyes to his face hoping she wasn't caught practically drooling, she brought herself back down to her mask of boredom and nonchalance. "Finally going to take me up on that trance offer?" He walked in without taking his eyes off her and closed the door after him, "You could try if you want." Frowning, Caroline brought her power from deep within her, felt it being cast over Klaus but it didn't click, didn't sink into his body but instead drew back into her. "It didn't work." "Performance issues." He joked as he walked towards her, making her step back unconsciously. "That's never happened before." She was still staring back into his eyes as she felt the wall hit her back all of a sudden, Klaus standing in front of her, gazing, searching. "Why didn't it work?" She questioned herself more than him, but he answered anyway. "Because I don't want a little fantasy, Caroline. I want the real thing." His voice came out husky as he positioned himself, hitching her right leg over his hip and drawing his hand on her bare thigh as her dress moved. "The real thing?" She gulped in anticipation, blood pumping with arousal. "And what real thing do you want?" She spoke breathlessly. His other hand came up and cradled her face, both thumbs moving in circles, in sync with each other over her soft skin. He tilted her face up towards his more as he closed the gap between them. Both smiling as their eyes flicked to the others lips and back to each other's eyes. "You." He barely managed to get the words out before his mouth finally reached hers, her hands coming up to cling on to the back of his neck, grabbing into his curls as she deepened the kiss.

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klarolinemashup #au: mythical creatures #Ashleigh's fanfiction

[incursionofthedamnedrpg]

Name: Mason Duval Birthday: May 13th (25) Species: Hybrid Lookalike: Hunter Parrish Availability: Taken

Personality

There was a time that Mason could’ve worn his heart on his sleeve but with the loss in his life he decided against showing an ounce of care. He prefers to keep himself at a distance from everyone and everything. Unless he’s in your debt, which he makes sure he never is, he isn’t the person you want to rely on to get you out of a bind. He’s stubborn, he’s aggressive, and if he wants something then he doesn’t care what he has to do to get it. He’s also witty, charming if he needs to be, and smarter than people think playing himself down most of the time. After losing those he cared about most, witnessing death, and being the reason behind it he has accepted the idea of it all catching up to him one day and he isn’t afraid to face death but he’ll make sure to go out with guns blazing. When he’s not telling someone to bug off, it’s usually because he’s had a bunch of drinks, whether they’re made up of blood or alcohol depends on the night. He can have fun and push his limits with others while he does, but at the end of the day none of it or them matter to him.

Past

There was nothing quite like being in a pack. To be surrounded by people who understand you entirely, that have gone or will go through the same hardship as you, at least, for when it came to the subject of being a wolf but Mason wouldn’t learn of such bonds for a few years. For the first few years of Mason’s life he lived in a small town located in North Carolina. His father was a man he’d learn to hate and his mother was a broken woman too afraid to stand up for herself or her child. His father had a temper on him, one that would end in most days with him yelling at Mason’s mother which would turn into him getting aggressive with her and Mason crying as he ran to a hiding spot after being told to run and hide by his mother through her own cries. She took the hits so Mason wouldn’t but she wouldn’t be able to protect him forever and that became evident the day his father took out his anger on Mason for a change. He was being told continuously by his father to pick up a mess he had made. Mason kept repeating the word “no” and laughing since the whole thing was funny by the four year old boy. However, to his father, it wasn’t anywhere near that. One hit and Mason was crying, then because he wouldn’t stop crying his fathers hand only came down harder. From that day forward both him and his mother were victims of the older males abuse.

Every year he got older and as he did, the more he endured from his father. Even though he was a boy, anything he did wrong, anything that was slightly less than what was expected of him and his fathers disappointment in him was shown by the marks and bruises he left on him. His mother stood by silently, which left him feeling resentful towards her for not stepping up for him, for the both of them. There was a fear in her eye though that Mason didn’t understand, for years, maybe it was just the fear for Mason’s life or, what he later thought, what might become of his father if he ever took a life. Then there came a night when Mason was nine years old, they were all sitting around the table getting ready to eat dinner. His mother was bringing out the soup she had made when she stumbled and that same warm soup fell right into his fathers lap. Next thing Mason knew, his father grabbed onto a fistful of his mothers hair and was throwing her onto the ground. The hits and kicks started rolling out along with her screams. Mason jumped onto his father trying to get him off of her but it was no use when he was thrown back. His father wasn’t stopping and it didn’t look like he had any plans to so Mason got himself up and ran into his parents room, making a b-line to the safe his father had. One that he had watched his father over time open while he was around, never paying attention enough to realize Mason was always looking. Opening it up he grabbed the gun and ran back out to the dining room. A second later a bullet was ripping through his fathers back, sending him to the ground. He had no idea the real consequences of what he had done, his mother scrambling to get up from the ground. There was a moment when she locked her eyes on Mason, that she looked at him with the same fear she had towards her father but then she was running towards him, throwing the gun aside and wrapping him up in her arms telling him it was all going to be okay. Standing there silently as she did, he looked at himself in the mirror across the room noticing the glow in his eyes, saying nothing to her in return.

That same night his mother started frantically packing up their clothes and a couple of other things she deemed important to take. After she put everything in the car, the two of them got in and she started to drive. Mason would ask her where they were going and she would simply continue to say it was all going to be okay, eventually he just stopped asking. His mind was settling in with what he had done to his father, really he had only meant to hurt him. To get him off his mother, to get him from killing her but he was only nine years old and now he had to live with that kind of blood on his hands. It would change everything he was physically and mentally. He fell asleep in attempts to stop seeing his fathers dead body but the nightmares that came only made him toss and turn till he ultimately gave up, opening his eyes to see them surrounded by trees and mountains. At some point she stopped, grabbed a backpack full of water and other things that looked like weapons but he didn’t quite understand. Then she grabbed his bag of clothes but left her own something he didn’t pay much attention to that since everything they were doing in that moment puzzled him. They walked and they walked and they walked some more after that. Mason started complaining that he was tired and hungry but his mother stayed silent the whole way. When they started hearing other people, Mason wasn’t sure what to make of it but his mother seemed to know exactly what she was doing. That was the day Mason was introduced to the Appalachian Mountains Pack or as he likes to think of it, the day he stumbled upon strangers who stared at him and his mother until their pack leader came up face to face with them.

Mason’s father was the one with the wolf gene, but his mother knew all about it. She dug herself so deep into that world, it was how she met Mason’s father in the first place. It was also how she knew about the werewolves in the mountains. Mason was left in the company of the leaders daughter while his mother talked to him. Astrid was only a year older than him but she seemed way more put together than he did. She tried to get him to loosen up, seeing the seriousness in his eyes, but Mason didn’t want any part in it. After what seemed like forever, his mother eventually came back to him. There were tears in her eyes as she walked with him to give them space from the others. Once they were far enough his mother stopped them, got down to his level, and started telling him how much she loved him. She told him that he had to be a better man than his father was and that these people would help him do that. He didn’t understand why she was crying during her little speech until she reached the end of it, telling him that she wasn’t going to be staying. That she had to leave but she’d miss him every day and she’d never stop thinking about him. Mason started protesting but then a man came up behind him, grabbing hold of Mason to keep him from running after his mother. She worked her way out of his grasp and then she was running in the direction they came while he was left yelling out for her. He never saw her again after that and at some point, he stopped wanting to. The man holding him back from taking off turned out to be the man that took Mason into his life. Him and his wife accepted Mason like he was their own but it wasn’t so easily acceptable for him, not at first anyway.

It was a whole different world that he was literally dropped into and he was desperately trying to make sense of it. They opened up his eyes to not only who they were but what they were and most importantly, what he now was: a wolf. His own temper was testing his patience from the changes in his life and the feeling of abandonment not to mention the issues that came from killing his own father. He was quiet most of the time and when he wasn’t, he wasn’t saying anything nicely. It didn’t help the night of his first full moon. As a kid going through something so painful, he thought he was going to die but Luka, the man that became his father figure, was there for him through all of it. There was only one thing he fulfilled from what his mother had said as he grew up and that was that he became a better man than his father but not because of what she had said either. It was all thanks to Luka and Mia who, through all the things he put them through at the beginning of his arrival, raised him and loved him unconditionally. To Mason it was like the years before he lived with the pack no longer existed to him. He became apart of them, they were his family and he’d lay down his life for any of them if necessary. He was okay with the way things ended up for him even though it was driven from a dark time in his life but he thought that, that kind of pain was behind him, boy was he wrong.

The day that hunters came looking for bloodshed Mason was out with a couple of the others when the hunters suddenly fell on them. There was a moment of panic that he felt but it was wiped away when he was knocked out. The last thing he could remember was the blurry figures of who he now considered his parents being hauled away with a some others. When he woke up he saw two of the others dead around him, he wasn’t sure why he was left simply unconscious, maybe they thought they had killed him, maybe they thought he hadn’t triggered his gene yet but no matter what the reasoning was he had little time to think about it. He started running back towards the camp to tell everyone else but that was when he realized how long he had been out for. Astrid was returning with Aila, he watched some of the others as they took her sister from her arms all leaving Astrid to her own moment. He watched her fall to the ground as she let out a scream in which he could feel her pain in. He knew, right then that he was back where he started. Astrid later confirmed it that both Luka and Mia hadn’t survived and he was left alone again, despite being surrounded by the pack. The strides he made over the years seemed to mean nothing to him now, he withdrew from the others, his temper was once again being tested, and he made a promise to himself to never feel that kind of pain again.

Most of the time after that Mason kept to himself, he almost considered leaving but then two people came around that caught his attention. Tyler and Hayley, looking to break some sire bond from Klaus Mikaelson, a man he had heard of and hoped to never meet for himself. Tyler being half wolf and half vampire, it had Mason intrigued and a little bit envious. The strength that the other must’ve possessed, the upper hand he could have from being not one but two species was something Mason wouldn’t mind having himself. As quickly as the ideas of what could be came, Tyler had done what he had been there to do which sent both him and Hayley on their way. Leaving Mason to wonder what he was going to do and if he chose to leave, where he would go. That decision was one he sat on for a while, because even though nothing had been the same for him after Luka and Mia’s death, the pack still looked at him as one of their own so was he really ready to turn away from it all? It was like the universe decided to actually give him an answer. Astrid had been away and came back, only to decide she was leaving again. Mason stopped her, telling her he wanted to go with her which is when she gave him the details of where she had been and where she was going back to. She told him about the extra vile of blood she was going to return to Klaus since Aila rejected the offer and Mason didn’t hesitate to tell her he’d take it.

He wasn’t a fan of answering to Klaus, sire bond or not. He made sure to break that the second he became a hybrid but for Astrid’s sake he followed along. It didn’t end up being the worst thing in the world since learning from a young age to be apart of a pack meant having a leader, Klaus became that to him in a way whether he was on board with it or not. The bloodlust was a new thing for him to get a handle over, sometimes though he lost himself in all of it. His emotions being heightened wasn’t much of a walk in the park but eventually he learned to control himself and then he detached himself from as much as he could. He led his life differently than he ever had before and even though he didn’t feel as much everything was much more enjoyable that way. Over the years he’d come in and out of being by Astrid’s side, wanting to stick with whatever deal she had made with Klaus but still wanting to do things on his own and see more of the world since he had been so sheltered in the mountains. It was always fun and games with him. The only time emotions got the best of him was when he felt guilt after learning what happened to the Appalachian pack thanks to a Lucien Castle but he buried the loss deep inside of him and moved along like he had learned to from a young age.

Present

Sharing a place with Astrid in Mystic Falls, he comes in and out of the small town since it reminds him of the suffocation he felt before living with the wolves in the mountain. Unlike Astrid, his loyalty to Klaus comes to an extent but when it comes to protecting Hope. He’d die for the little one before he let anything happened to her, having a soft spot for her. As much as he enjoys having some fun, Mason tries to stick to his own stuff not looking to make any deep connections with people and the last thing he wants to do is get caught in the middle of all the messy business that has zero to do with him.

Connections

Astrid and Aila King

They were in the same pack together, experienced loses together. Astrid has been the only constant person in his life since he was left behind by his mother with the Appalachian pack so she’s about the only person he considers a friend.

Tyler Lockwood & Hayley Marshall

They came at a time in his life that had him questioning what he was going to do with himself and although he never had a deep discussion about it with either of them, they guided him unknowingly.

Lucien Castle

He hopes to learn about his death some day for what he did to the wolves.

#taken #taken oc #tm #male #oc male #hybrid #oc #hunter parrish fc #mason duval

[wildhcartcd]

↳ Oh, wow, is that MACKENZIE DAVIS? Never mind, it’s just SÉARLAIT “CHARLIE” MOIRA FLANAGAN, the 31 year old HOMOSEXUAL WEREWOLF. I did hear that she is COMPASSIONATE & LOYAL but also really MANIPULATIVE & SHORT TEMPERED. In the great war she is on the BLACKSTONE side. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

** please welcome my longest written idiot of all of the countless oc’s i’ve ever written. charlie’s been hanging out in my head for like, eight years now and i adore writing her. she’s always evolving in my head so chances are that’ll happen here but she’s absolutely open for plotting and i’d love to do anything and everything with her!

TW: DEATH MENTIONS, ABUSE MENTIONS, HOMICIDE. 

— charlie was born in windham to conor and moira flanagan; the fourth child after the flanagans had already had three boys - charlie was doted on from the moment she was born. her older brothers were fascinated by the prospect of having a baby sister and though they teased her mercilessly ( as older siblings are wont to do ) charlie adored spending time with them and the sheer amount of love in their household was something that was often commented on by the families around them. her parents were irish immigrants, having settled in the states when moira was pregnant with their first son torin. both conor and moira were werewolves - having become physicians and surgeons at that, so their time for their children was cut short more often than they liked when they were called into work suddenly but they did their absolute best to make the time they spent with their children as fulfilling as possible. though charlie lamented the days her parents weren’t able to spend with them she was fiercely loving and adored her family immensely - especially, it seemed once he was born, her baby brother aidan. 

— her childhood was, in a word: picturesque. her family was happy and healthy, she considered her brothers to be her best friends in the world and she was a bright, energetic and incredibly intelligent child. she made friends easily and was constantly running around town with various other local children she quickly came to call some of her best friends in the world. all of that beauty seemed, to her, to fade in an instant when, on their way home from a soccer tournament near new york city, charlie and her mother were involved in an incredibly serious car accident. rushed to the nearest hospital moira was placed in the intensive care unit after having surgery and prior to charlie’s own release from the hospital her mother passed away. it was heartbreaking for charlie ( she was only seven and blamed herself in several ways for the circumstances that led to her mother’s passing ).

— conor was distraught after his wife’s death and though he tried his best to maintain a semblance of normalcy in the flanagan household he slipped into a deep depression a few months after moira’s passing. though the flanagan children managed to help him out of his intense lows as best they could conor turned to alcohol to cope within a year and as his alcoholism worsened so did the way he treated his children. with two of her older brothers already out of the house and one nearly on his way to college charlie took up the mantle of caretaker for both her father and her baby brother. when her father’s moods were particularly violent she took the brunt of them and they got into several physical altercations in her mid-teenage years that she still bears the scars from.

— on the anniversary of her mother’s death when charlie was seventeen her father returned home after a full day of drinking at a local bar more ornery than charlie had ever seen him. he turned on her the moment she tried to comfort him - furiously blaming her for her mother’s death and threatening to punish her in increasingly violent ways to make her pay for it. concerned he would shift and harm both her and her brother charlie tried to defuse the situation to no avail. when he attacked her properly charlie was forced to defend herself and during the course of doing that her father was killed. it resulted in charlie’s first shift and even more than a decade later there’s a small amount of guilt in her whenever she shifts that she can never seem to shake. 

— immediately following the incident she asked her brother torin to take their youngest brother in and look after him; she was ashamed of what she’d done and after being questioned by the police and cleared of criminal charges she simply packed her things and left with no word to anyone at all. she bought a one way ticket to dublin with her savings up to that point and lived there alone for nearly ten years with minimal contact with her family before she processed what she’d done to the point that she was able to move back to windham and not feel an immense amount of guilt every time she saw one of her brothers, all of whom were overjoyed to see her when she returned to their hometown. 

— upon returning to windham charlie enrolled in the local police academy and became a member of the supernatural division of the police force where she was worked since then. she adores her job as it gives her a sense of purpose and stability that she hasn’t had in quite a long time. that’s pretty much all i can think to write at this point so if anyone wants to plot with this idiot child please let me know!

basics

Full Name: Séarlait Moira Flanagan.    Nickname(s): Charlie, Little Bear.  Age: 31. Date of Birth: 31 July 1988. Zodiac Sign: Leo. Place of Birth: Windham, New York, United States. Ethnicity: Caucasian. Nationality: American. Gender: Cis female. Sexual Orientation: Homosexual. Leans towards polyamory but is also satisfied with monogamy with extensive communication and the right person. Religion: She was raised Catholic but he rarely practices and has a loose belief in ‘old gods’ as a result of being a werewolf. Occupation: She works as a police officer for the supernatural division of the Windham Police Department.   Language(s) Spoken: English, French, some Irish-Gaelic.   Accent: She has a bit of a bastardized accent after having lived in Ireland for ten years; it sounds more or less American but certain words and pronunciations and phrases she’s adopted are distinctly Irish. 

physical appearance

Face Claim: Mackenzie Davis. Hair Color: Dirty blonde. Eye Color: Blue. Height: 5′10″. Weight: 122 lbs. Build: Slim. Tattoos: She has an intricate tattoo of a wolf bracketed by flowers on her left upper arm ( here ), a stylized bear on the inside of her right wrist ( here ), ‘i’ll never walk alone’ followed by four paw prints on her left foot ( here ).  Piercings: She has a septum piercing that she tends to turn inward during her shifts at the station, she also has two traditional ear piercings in each ear as well. Distinguishing Characteristics: Her height, for starters, as well as her tattoos. Occasionally her attitude when she’s not in the best of moods. 

family

Father: Conor Flanagan. Mother: Moira Delaney. Sibling(s): Torin, Alastar, Casey, Aidan. Pet(s): She doesn’t have any pets but she’d definitely consider adopting one.     Financial Status: Well-off.

#♣ [ i'm so pathetic for ever thinking i'd change ] charlie. #tmw.intro #/this shit is DEPRESSING but here's my baby

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Mason Duval Accepted! Welcome back, Ro! We’re excited to see what Mason will bring, you know what to do.

Name: Ro

Age:

22

Timezone:

PST

State an account where we can message you:

This one

How active you’re going to be: (1-10)

6/7 sorry about disappearing the last time but I got my ish together now

How did you find out about this roleplay?

been innit

Why do you want to play this character?

Think it would be pretty interesting to play him out and delve into all his feelings

Anything else you would like to tell us? (Changes, suggestions…etc)

Nope! If there is any changes I need to make though just let me know and I’ll work on it asap.

IC:

Preferred Ships:

Mason x Chemistry

Sample para:

RFP.

Name: Mason Duval Birthday: May 13 (25) Species: Hybrid Lookalike: Hunter Parrish Availability: Taken

Personality

There was a time that Mason could’ve worn his heart on his sleeve but with the loss in his life he decided against showing an ounce of care. He prefers to keep himself at a distance from everyone and everything. Unless he’s in your debt, which he makes sure he never is, he isn’t the person you want to rely on to get you out of a bind. He’s stubborn, he’s aggressive, and if he wants something then he doesn’t care what he has to do to get it. He’s also witty, charming if he needs to be, and smarter than people think playing himself down most of the time. After losing those he cared about most, witnessing death, and being the reason behind it he has accepted the idea of it all catching up to him one day and he isn’t afraid to face death but he’ll make sure to go out with guns blazing. When he’s not telling someone to bug off, it’s usually because he’s had a bunch of drinks, whether they’re made up of blood or alcohol depends on the night. He can have fun and push his limits with others while he does, but at the end of the day none of it or them matter to him.

Past

There was nothing quite like being in a pack. To be surrounded by people who understand you entirely, that have gone or will go through the same hardship as you, at least, for when it came to the subject of being a wolf but Mason wouldn’t learn of such bonds for a few years. For the first few years of Mason’s life he lived in a small town located in North Carolina. His father was a man he’d learn to hate and his mother was a broken woman too afraid to stand up for herself or her child. His father had a temper on him, one that would end in most days with him yelling at Mason’s mother which would turn into him getting aggressive with her and Mason crying as he ran to a hiding spot after being told to run and hide by his mother through her own cries. She took the hits so Mason wouldn’t but she wouldn’t be able to protect him forever and that became evident the day his father took out his anger on Mason for a change. He was being told continuously by his father to pick up a mess he had made. Mason kept repeating the word “no” and laughing since the whole thing was funny by the four year old boy. However, to his father, it wasn’t anywhere near that. One hit and Mason was crying, then because he wouldn’t stop crying his fathers hand only came down harder. From that day forward both him and his mother were victims of the older males abuse.

Every year he got older and as he did, the more he endured from his father. Even though he was a boy, anything he did wrong, anything that was slightly less than what was expected of him and his fathers disappointment in him was shown by the marks and bruises he left on him. His mother stood by silently, which left him feeling resentful towards her for not stepping up for him, for the both of them. There was a fear in her eye though that Mason didn’t understand, for years, maybe it was just the fear for Mason’s life or, what he later thought, what might become of his father if he ever took a life. Then there came a night when Mason was nine years old, they were all sitting around the table getting ready to eat dinner. His mother was bringing out the soup she had made when she stumbled and that same warm soup fell right into his fathers lap. Next thing Mason knew, his father grabbed onto a fistful of his mothers hair and was throwing her onto the ground. The hits and kicks started rolling out along with her screams. Mason jumped onto his father trying to get him off of her but it was no use when he was thrown back. His father wasn’t stopping and it didn’t look like he had any plans to so Mason got himself up and ran into his parents room, making a b-line to the safe his father had. One that he had watched his father over time open while he was around, never paying attention enough to realize Mason was always looking. Opening it up he grabbed the gun and ran back out to the dining room. A second later a bullet was ripping through his fathers back, sending him to the ground. He had no idea the real consequences of what he had done, his mother scrambling to get up from the ground. There was a moment when she locked her eyes on Mason, that she looked at him with the same fear she had towards her father but then she was running towards him, throwing the gun aside and wrapping him up in her arms telling him it was all going to be okay. Standing there silently as she did, he looked at himself in the mirror across the room noticing the glow in his eyes, saying nothing to her in return.

That same night his mother started frantically packing up their clothes and a couple of other things she deemed important to take. After she put everything in the car, the two of them got in and she started to drive. Mason would ask her where they were going and she would simply continue to say it was all going to be okay, eventually he just stopped asking. His mind was settling in with what he had done to his father, really he had only meant to hurt him. To get him off his mother, to get him from killing her but he was only nine years old and now he had to live with that kind of blood on his hands. It would change everything he was physically and mentally. He fell asleep in attempts to stop seeing his fathers dead body but the nightmares that came only made him toss and turn till he ultimately gave up, opening his eyes to see them surrounded by trees and mountains. At some point she stopped, grabbed a backpack full of water and other things that looked like weapons but he didn’t quite understand. Then she grabbed his bag of clothes but left her own something he didn’t pay much attention to that since everything they were doing in that moment puzzled him. They walked and they walked and they walked some more after that. Mason started complaining that he was tired and hungry but his mother stayed silent the whole way. When they started hearing other people, Mason wasn’t sure what to make of it but his mother seemed to know exactly what she was doing. That was the day Mason was introduced to the Appalachian Mountains Pack or as he likes to think of it, the day he stumbled upon strangers who stared at him and his mother until their pack leader came up face to face with them.

Mason’s father was the one with the wolf gene, but his mother knew all about it. She dug herself so deep into that world, it was how she met Mason’s father in the first place. It was also how she knew about the werewolves in the mountains. Mason was left in the company of the leaders daughter while his mother talked to him. Astrid was only a year older than him but she seemed way more put together than he did. She tried to get him to loosen up, seeing the seriousness in his eyes, but Mason didn’t want any part in it. After what seemed like forever, his mother eventually came back to him. There were tears in her eyes as she walked with him to give them space from the others. Once they were far enough his mother stopped them, got down to his level, and started telling him how much she loved him. She told him that he had to be a better man than his father was and that these people would help him do that. He didn’t understand why she was crying during her little speech until she reached the end of it, telling him that she wasn’t going to be staying. That she had to leave but she’d miss him every day and she’d never stop thinking about him. Mason started protesting but then a man came up behind him, grabbing hold of Mason to keep him from running after his mother. She worked her way out of his grasp and then she was running in the direction they came while he was left yelling out for her. He never saw her again after that and at some point, he stopped wanting to. The man holding him back from taking off turned out to be the man that took Mason into his life. Him and his wife accepted Mason like he was their own but it wasn’t so easily acceptable for him, not at first anyway.

It was a whole different world that he was literally dropped into and he was desperately trying to make sense of it. They opened up his eyes to not only who they were but what they were and most importantly, what he now was: a wolf. His own temper was testing his patience from the changes in his life and the feeling of abandonment not to mention the issues that came from killing his own father. He was quiet most of the time and when he wasn’t, he wasn’t saying anything nicely. It didn’t help the night of his first full moon. As a kid going through something so painful, he thought he was going to die but Luka, the man that became his father figure, was there for him through all of it. There was only one thing he fulfilled from what his mother had said as he grew up and that was that he became a better man than his father but not because of what she had said either. It was all thanks to Luka and Mia who, through all the things he put them through at the beginning of his arrival, raised him and loved him unconditionally. To Mason it was like the years before he lived with the pack no longer existed to him. He became apart of them, they were his family and he’d lay down his life for any of them if necessary. He was okay with the way things ended up for him even though it was driven from a dark time in his life but he thought that, that kind of pain was behind him, boy was he wrong.

The day that hunters came looking for bloodshed Mason was out with a couple of the others when the hunters suddenly fell on them. There was a moment of panic that he felt but it was wiped away when he was knocked out. The last thing he could remember was the blurry figures of who he now considered his parents being hauled away with a some others. When he woke up he saw two of the others dead around him, he wasn’t sure why he was left simply unconscious, maybe they thought they had killed him, maybe they thought he hadn’t triggered his gene yet but no matter what the reasoning was he had little time to think about it. He started running back towards the camp to tell everyone else but that was when he realized how long he had been out for. Astrid was returning with Aila, he watched some of the others as they took her sister from her arms all leaving Astrid to her own moment. He watched her fall to the ground as she let out a scream in which he could feel her pain in. He knew, right then that he was back where he started. Astrid later confirmed it that both Luka and Mia hadn’t survived and he was left alone again, despite being surrounded by the pack. The strides he made over the years seemed to mean nothing to him now, he withdrew from the others, his temper was once again being tested, and he made a promise to himself to never feel that kind of pain again.

Most of the time after that Mason kept to himself, he almost considered leaving but then two people came around that caught his attention. Tyler and Hayley, looking to break some sire bond from Klaus Mikaelson, a man he had heard of and hoped to never meet for himself. Tyler being half wolf and half vampire, it had Mason intrigued and a little bit envious. The strength that the other must’ve possessed, the upper hand he could have from being not one but two species was something Mason wouldn’t mind having himself. As quickly as the ideas of what could be came, Tyler had done what he had been there to do which sent both him and Hayley on their way. Leaving Mason to wonder what he was going to do and if he chose to leave, where he would go. That decision was one he sat on for a while, because even though nothing had been the same for him after Luka and Mia’s death, the pack still looked at him as one of their own so was he really ready to turn away from it all? It was like the universe decided to actually give him an answer. Astrid had been away and came back, only to decide she was leaving again. Mason stopped her, telling her he wanted to go with her which is when she gave him the details of where she had been and where she was going back to. She told him about the extra vile of blood she was going to return to Klaus since Aila rejected the offer and Mason didn’t hesitate to tell her he’d take it.

He wasn’t a fan of answering to Klaus, sire bond or not. He made sure to break that the second he became a hybrid but for Astrid’s sake he followed along. It didn’t end up being the worst thing in the world since learning from a young age to be apart of a pack meant having a leader, Klaus became that to him in a way whether he was on board with it or not. The bloodlust was a new thing for him to get a handle over, sometimes though he lost himself in all of it. His emotions being heightened wasn’t much of a walk in the park but eventually he learned to control himself and then he detached himself from as much as he could. He led his life differently than he ever had before and even though he didn’t feel as much everything was much more enjoyable that way. Over the years he’d come in and out of being by Astrid’s side, wanting to stick with whatever deal she had made with Klaus but still wanting to do things on his own and see more of the world since he had been so sheltered in the mountains. It was always fun and games with him. The only time emotions got the best of him was when he felt guilt after learning what happened to the Appalachian pack thanks to a Lucien Castle but he buried the loss deep inside of him and moved along like he had learned to from a young age.

Present

Sharing a place with Astrid in Mystic Falls, he comes in and out of the small town since it reminds him of the suffocation he felt before living with the wolves in the mountain. Unlike Astrid, his loyalty to Klaus comes to an extent but when it comes to protecting Hope. He’d die for the little one before he let anything happened to her, having a soft spot for her. As much as he enjoys having some fun, Mason tries to stick to his own stuff not looking to make any deep connections with people and the last thing he wants to do is get caught in the middle of all the messy business that has zero to do with him.

Connections

Astrid & Aila King

They were in the same pack together, experienced loses together. Astrid has been the only constant person in his life since he was left behind by his mother with the Appalachian pack so she’s about the only person he considers a friend.

Tyler Lockwood & Hayley Marshall

They came at a time in his life that had him questioning what he was going to do with himself and although he never had a deep discussion about it with either of them, they guided him unknowingly.

Lucien Castle

He hopes to learn about his death some day for what he did to the wolves.

#accepted