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Preview: Dancer between worlds
Chapter one: the lone wolf
Intro/ prologue & fic info
Words: 3,483
Warnings: missing persons, sexual theme and content
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Sahali glanced at the clock, then back at the ominous packet. She’s been in her office for about 10 minutes now and didn’t open it up yet.
She didn’t think much of it at first and figured it was just a random vision, but the missing shifters weren’t the only thing she was getting hits about. The vision of a man came exactly 7 days earlier. She was at home, picking a movie to watch after repotting two plants when it came.
As she sat on the couch, an image flashed in her mind and quickly overtook all her senses.
A pair of hands searching a toolbox
The smells of oil and rubber
Music on the radio; "listen to the wind blow, watch the sunrise, run in the shadows"
A man's head from the back, dark wavy hair with strands of gray peppered in, broad shoulders in a worn shirt, a mechanic suit tied at the waist
Under the smells of the shop, a warm scent of wood, and spice, a barely noticeable touch of vanilla - a scent that's been with her for months now
A strangely familiar and comforting voice, one that echoed in the distance of her dreams
When the vision faded, along with the scents and faint sounds, she blinked it away. Maybe it was a random thing? Maybe imprints of someone's life? She learned over the years to sort things and push stuff back, otherwise, she’d go insane. But, she could never really put it, or him, out of her mind.
The second time she saw him in a vision was two days later, in the same shop. He wasn’t alone, he was speaking to a tall blue-eyed man now, there was a familiarity between them, like old friends. Sahali still couldn't see the brunette's face.
Just as the man was about to turn her way, her phone rang, snapping her out of the vision. Since then, there have been a few others, even one with his hand on the steering wheel of an old truck. Each vision teased his face, or his profile, but never revealed the full thing.
“Okay, get it together - “
She made herself focus, but couldn’t ignore his scent, it was back.
Sahali stepped away from the desk briefly to grab a tea then settled in. Opening the packet, she laid everything out on the long table, then pulled up everything Emi sent her on the computer. The moment she scrolled to his file, her jaw dropped. It was the man from the visions.
Sahali moved closer to the screen, then zoomed in on the picture, her eyes moving over every detail of his face. This photo was taken 6 or 7 years ago, so he’d be a little older now. According to his file, he retired 3 and a half years ago, just months before she came on.
She didn’t see the agents often, only when they came by the building. So even if he did work here still, chances were slim for them to meet. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder if they could have. She also didn’t have access to the files on agents, so never would have seen his picture before this.
Francisco Morales. Code name Catfish.
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Hungry Like The...
Pairing: Werewolf!Frankie Morales x AFAB!Reader
Word Count: 3.6k
Tags/Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), fluff, established relationship, no use of y/n, Frankie has a monster cock, im missing stuff but I want to go to bed so...
Summary: You and Frankie decide to attend an 80s themed Halloween party. Through all of the excitement, you must have forgotten what day the full moon falls on.
A/N: I'm gonna go ahead and say that I rushed the absolute fuck out of this one, but I think it turned out pretty good. I really kind of jumped outside of my comfort zone with this, so I'm kinda proud that I did that. That being said, please feel free to call me out on anything that might not make sense or anything that I should change at all because I'm half clueless with this kind of stuff. Please consider reposting and/or liking. Thank you for reading and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! <3
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You have no idea where Frankie snuck off too.
He claimed he was going to get the two of you more drinks, but that was about ten minutes ago. You’re well aware that it should have taken less than half of that for him to find his way to the refreshment table, pick up some drinks, and bring them back to you.
Right now, though, you’re too blissed out to care—not that you have much to worry about with your loving boyfriend anyway. The lights are almost blinding as you spin around beneath them, but they transform into a nice glow thanks to the buzz you’re sporting. “Mony Mony,” is blaring through the speakers and you're in your zone as you swing your hips to the beat.
You’re glad that Frankie had suggested that you two attend this party specifically. The only requirements were that you had to dress up as an 80’s character in order to fit the era the party revolves around. 80’s costumes, 80’s music, 80’s decor. Luckily for you, the 80’s is one of your absolute favorite decades, and you’re pretty sure Frankie knew that when he signed the two of you up.
The dance floor is packed with people to the point where you can’t stretch out all the way without bumping into someone. Usually, that would irk you, but you can’t find it in you to mind tonight. It’s not like anybody else does.
As you snap your hips to the beat, you look around at all the different costumes in the crowd. You see a handful of Star Wars characters, a couple of Freddy Kruegers, some Ghost Busters, and—of course—a shit ton of Madonnas. The rest, for the most part, are pretty original.
You’re pretty proud of your own costume, to be honest. You had spent a couple of weeks configuring a custom-made Storm costume. You’ve been an X-Men fan for as long as you can remember, and it made you so happy to try on your costume for the first time a few days ago. It’s pretty damn spot-on.
Frankie, on the other hand, had insisted on being a werewolf. Like turning into one once a month wasn’t enough already. You had simply rolled your eyes and asked him what he had in mind so you could make his costume. It was worth it to see the way he lit up, even though he’s cutting it close with the party’s theme.
After the year he had, he deserves to be happy—even if it means you have to endure his stupid jokes every now and again. When he gets tipsy, his goofy humor always makes an appearance. It’s one of your favorite parts about nights out with your boyfriend. He never fails to make you laugh.
Just as you begin to worry that he might have gotten lost in the crowd, you feel a hand spin you around. You’re getting ready to tell someone off until you come face to face with those irresistible brown eyes.
“Hey there, Hermosa,” he says as he cuddles up to you, swaying you to the song. “Having fun, sweetheart?”
You giggle as he bends down and nuzzles his face into your neck. Glancing down, you almost aren’t surprised to see that he doesn’t have any drinks.
“Frankie?” You ask casually as you throw your arms around him.
“Hmm?”
“Did you find the drinks?”
Suddenly, he stops moving and stands up straight again, a playful smile plastered across his face.
“Guess not,” he says. “Found something to eat, though,” he winks and you playfully roll your eyes as he throws himself back onto you. As the song changes to “When Doves Cry”, he begins to dance with you. Frankie has never been the best dancer, but it's better this way. Neither of you take anything seriously as you push and pull your bodies together, giving eachother flirty kisses every now and again.
You laugh as you bump into someone and flash them an apologetic look. Frankie really loves to bring out your careless side. You honestly didn’t know you were capable of being so care-free until you had met him. Sometimes he makes you feel as if nothing else matters but you and him. It’s times like these that you really realize just how lucky you are to have him.
“Alright, baby,” Frankie says after a moment, bringing you out of your thoughts. “I’m going to go get us those drinks now.”
Instead of answering him, you get up on your tip-toes and kiss him. He begins to wrap his arms around you again, but you gently push him off, giving him a faux stern look.
“Alright, alright, I get it, baby, I’m going!” he says over the music before turning around to scamper away.
You have to suppress a giggle when he jolts as you deliver a light slap to his ass. He turns just enough to flash you a dirty look, and you give him one of feigned innocence in return, well aware he’ll get you back for that eventually if you continue to tease.
“Hurry up, wolfboy!” you shout after him.
***
Alright, you’re actually about to be pissed this time.
There’s absolutely no way he lost you—or rather, you lost him—twice. He has to be playing with you, right? Whatever, if that’s the case, two can play at that game.
You’ll just pretend like you don’t even notice something is missing. Maybe once he sees you where he left you, completely unaffected by his absence, he’ll stop being such an ass.
Perfect. Perfect plan.
You shake your head and dance as the song ends. You can have fun by yourself if your boyfriend wants to be immature.
Well, it would have been a perfect plan.
As if he could somehow read your mind—which you almost wouldn’t doubt at this point—you spot Frankie in your vision once again. However, this time, he’s not coming over to you.
He has a familiar dark look in his eyes that immediately soaks you, despite yourself. You stop dancing because as quick as you see him, he’s gone again. You spin in a panicked circle as the song changes to one by Duran Duran. You almost laugh at the irony as “Hungry Like the Wolf” blares through the speakers.
Your phone buzzes in the small pocket of your bodysuit, and you pause your quick search to look at it. Your brow furrows as you see that it’s a text from Frankie. What the fuck is he playing at? Quickly, you unlock your phone and open your messages.
“Better start running, baby,” the text reads. You look up, your eyes frantically scanning the crowd around you. Maybe the song choice isn’t so ironic after all.
“Don’t let me catch you… feeling hungry like the wolf tonight…”
You don’t stop to think before you make a mad dash toward the exit, your heart dropping to your stomach as you go. You get some pissed looks as you shove through people, your heart hammering in your chest and your eyes darting every which way.
You have no idea where he could be at this point. Maybe he’s somewhere inside, having missed your exit. He could be trailing right behind you, ready to grab you at any moment.
Soon enough, it is revealed that he is, once again, always one step ahead of you. As soon as you step out of the doors, a large body is engulfing yours and carrying you to a secluded spot on the patio, though there’s nobody outside anyway.
You would scream if not for the large hand that covers your lips when he grabs you. You know it’s Frankie, of course, but the exhilaration that comes from the scare really adds to the game the two of you just started.
You ignore the heat simmering between your legs as he sets you down on your own feet and removes his hand from your mouth. Neither of you move, you don’t look up, he doesn’t crouch down. You just stand there, breathing heavily as Frankie embraces your figure.
You can’t help but lean back into him, letting your guard down probably isn’t the best idea right now, but you can’t find it in you to care about that fact at the moment.
The fresh air feels nice on your heated cheeks, but Frankie's front against your back feels even better. The music continues to play faintly behind you as you sway side to side, Frankie’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his head resting on your shoulder.
You swear you could stay here forever. Actually, you could stay anywhere, as long as you had Frankie. But right now, you can’t imagine anything more perfect than this. As long as you have your boyfriend’s arms around you, you would do anything or go anywhere he wants to.
Your body may be his, but you decided a long time ago that your soul belongs to him as well. He can pick it up and do whatever he wishes with it, and you know he could never do anything that would cause your trust or love for him to dull.
“Look up, sweetheart,” Frankie’s soft voice brings you out of your thoughts, making you open your eyes. You hadn’t realized they had slid shut in the first place.
The sight of the full moon high up in the night sky confirms your suspicions. Frankie’s going to turn tonight.
Fuck, you’re screwed, your subconscious automatically screams at you.
You can't miss the way your panties dampen as the thought crosses your mind. Your body stiffens as you fight the urge to run, the adrenaline getting the best of you.
Frankie must feel the way you tense up because his arms immediately tighten around you.
“It’s alright, hermosa,” he whispers into your ear. “Just means we’ll have a bit more fun than usual.”
You try but fail to stifle your grin at his menacing tone. Just because you know you’re screwed doesn’t mean you don't enjoy it.
“Probably got less than ten minutes now,” Frankie says far too casually. “Let’s pick up on our little chase, yeah?”
He lets you out of his grasp this time, and you turn around to give him a peck on his cheek, allowing your hand to brush past his erection as you pull away. The touch is just enough for Frankie to grit his teeth as he hisses out. The warning glance he gives you makes arousal burn deep into your core, only serving to make you more excited.
“I’ll give you a head start, sweetheart,” he says, his tone giving you a warning, “I’d take it if I were you.”
With his word, you spin on your heel, ready to plummet into the forest, but you only get about a foot before he has a large hand wrapped around your wrist. Your heart beats louder in your chest as you turn to look at him, his eyes dark with lust.
“Don’t let me catch you this time,” he says, pulling you close enough for his lips to flutter across your ear as he speaks. “I won’t go easy on you.”
You ignore the shiver in your spine as you pull back as much as you can.
“Maybe I don't want you to go easy on me,” you whisper back, earning a slight growl from Frankie. He lets his hand linger on you for only a moment more before letting go, this time allowing you to back away.
“Don’t push yourself too hard then, because I’m going to fucking exaust you when I catch up.”
You smile before turning once again, pushing yourself into the trees without looking back.
***
The sound of your heartbeat is deafening as you run through the otherwise silent forest. The steady pitter-patter of the organ combined with your ragged breathing and your frantic footsteps make a horrifying symphony. Even those sounds seem muffled, though, with the amount of pure adrenaline that courses through your veins and drowns out your senses.
Frankie can’t be too far behind you now. You guess you’ve been running for about fifteen minutes. There’s no doubt that he has turned at this point; he proved it with the howl you heard bellowing through the woods a couple minutes ago.
Since then, you haven't stopped to take a breath. There is pure fear in the fact that you have a beast on your trail, but also excitement in knowing what will likely happen once he catches up.
For now though, fear is the dominant emotion. It’s prominent enough to keep you going even as your hair gets tugged by branches and your skin gets scratched and torn by twigs and thorns. None of it seems to matter right now just as long as you can keep your distance from the monster hunting you down.
Suddenly, you hear a snap from somewhere behind you. The noise is sharp, a twig snapping beneath heavy weight. It reverberates all around you, sending a shiver down your spine. Soon after, You pick up on the steady thumping of what sounds to be an animal hot on your tail.
The sound gets closer and closer even as you push yourself to run faster. Your entire body is shaking and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes. You can practically feel Frankie’s breath on your neck, the sensation almost more powerful than the ache overtaking your legs and abdomen.
“Please, leave me alone!” You cry out the plea over your shoulder, your voice bordering a sob. Your gut is curling with a mixture of panic and arousal. The responding growl makes the tears you have been holding spill over and your knees buckle.
For a second, you’re worried that you might fall, but you’re pushed into the ground before you have the chance to do it yourself. The weight of Frankie pouncing on top of you knocks the wind out of you, a sharp cry leaving your lips as your breath is taken.
In the time that it takes you to get your breath back, Frankie has your bodysuit torn enough to pry off of your shaking body, and your lacy panties shoved–or ripped–down your legs. Luckily, the bodysuit was the cheapest and easiest to find component of your costume. You can feel a whisper of his claws against your skin as he drags scraps away from where he needs you most.
Your arms flail wildly, your fingers trying to grasp a handful of fur from the beast atop you. Frankie sees what you’re trying to do, and with a growl, he ducks down and slides toward your feet, away from your hands.
Before you can question what he’s doing, you feel something thick, wet, and warm against your bare, soaked cunt.
A high pitched moan tumbles from your lips as Frankie drags his tongue across your pussy before dipping it into your core.
The hot muscle digs deep into your cunt, curling once it's in all the way. You can feel his nose bobbing up and down against your ass as he starts to work his tongue in and out of your cunt.
“F-Frankie, fuck!” You scream, feeling your orgasm building embarrassingly quickly.
The way his tongue swirls and scrapes against your walls is absolutely delicious, and that combined with the tip of the muscle prodding against your g-spot? You’re fucking done for.
You’re writhing as Frankie brings his tongue out to swallow down the slick he’s collected, and you can feel the way a combination of your arousal and his saliva leaks out of your pulsing cunt, coming down to collect at your clit and make you shudder. You’re so close to coming, a warm feeling that can only be described as pure euphoria making a home deep in your lower abdomen.
Almost as soon as he was gone, Frankie shoves his tongue back inside of you, meticulously prodding all the right places. You’re gasping and moaning so loud you have half the mind to feel bad for whatever critters might reside in these woods.
That thought passes quickly, though, once you feel yourself returning to the edge. Frankie flicks his tongue one more time and you’re suddenly convulsing around him. The high seems to go on forever, your toes curling and your fingers grasping at the leafy ground in front of you.
The beast doesn’t pull away as you come, instead, he allows you to rock your hips back and forth in order to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible. You don’t even notice that you moved your arm until you feel one hand entangled in soft fur, your subconscious mind telling you to hold him to you.
You hear Frankie whine from behind you and you have to suppress the urge to giggle. He’s always liked it when you tug at his hair, and apparently, being in this form leaves no room for exceptions.
Your body goes limp as Frankie backs away from you, making it easy for him to nudge you to prop you up where he wants you. Hands and knees, of course. He wastes no time in getting into position behind you, crowding you in with his massive form.
The tip of his cock feels massive against your swollen cunt, but it only takes a few swipes of the beast’s hips before he is notched into your entrance. With one more thrust, he’s pushing in all the way, making you scream as your pussy stretches to accommodate his girth.
Frankie lets out a series of whimpers as he starts a brutal pace, not giving you a second to adjust. Your hands come up to grasp above his paws, which are positioned on either side of your head, and then up a little.
“F-Frankie!” Your moan comes out more like a screech, the pain quickly turning into a sick pleasure as he rips you open on his cock. Each time he thrusts, it’s accompanied by a puff of breath which fans out across your cheek.
The sound of his whines and ragged breathing mix with the squelching noises coming from your cunt and the panting coming from your lips, everything combined making the filthiest symphony you’ve ever heard.
Your second orgasm starts to build rapidly, your cunt beginning to flutter around Frankie’s unforgiving length. With each punch, the tip of his cock touches something heavenly within you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
You’re pretty sure you’re drooling, but you find that every limb has turned to jelly, preventing you from bringing your hand up to check. If not for the monster above you impaling you on his length, you would likely be flat on the forest floor right now.
Every thought that had previously occupied your mind is forced out of you as Frankie effortlessly pries another orgasm from you. He doesn’t slow or pause as you squeeze around his cock like a vice. If anything, it only spurs him on and gets him going faster, if that's even possible.
With each slam of his hips, you feel your body being sent forward, only stabilized by your palms, which are somehow still firmly planted on the ground.
‘Oh god, Frankie,” your voice sounds hazy to your own ears. “F-feels so fucking good, Francisco.”
You hear him grunt at the sound of his full name, something you usually only call him in bed—or in this case, in the middle of nowhere.
It does feel good, his cock feels absolutely massive. You know that it is definitely bigger than when he’s in his human form—the size of which should be considered supernatural in it’s own way. Right now, though, he feels bigger than ever, thicker, longer. The only thought occupying your mind at the moment is how badly you want to suck his cock.
How the fuck does this man fuck you so good to the point where you fantasize about giving him a blowjob while he’s already inside of you? Next time, you’ll have to get his dick in your mouth before he shoves it into your cunt.
Your eyes droop as your second orgasm morphs into a third, your body growing weaker with each movement from Frankie. You ignore the shaking to spread your legs wider to allow him better access, which results in him getting to a deeper spot with the new angle.
Your mouth drops open as you begin to come again, a silent scream getting stuck in your throat. This time, as you constrict around his monstrous cock, you can feel his hips stutter. He’s getting close, which is probably a good thing considering you’re about to pass out from both pleasure and exhaustion.
“C-come on, Frankie, f-fill me up,” you command through moans. It very obviously eggs him on because before you know it, he’s stilling inside of you, howling into the trees, and blowing his massive load deep into your core.
The feeling of his cum painting your walls is fucking heavenly. Spurt after spurt of his warm seed fills you to the brim until it eventually starts to seep out around the base of his cock. If you thought you had felt full before, that was nothing compared to now.
Frankie gives you a few minutes to calm down before he starts to lower himself to the ground, laying on his side and tugging you with him. Your body and mind are equally compliant with his request.
As your eyes shut once again, you can feel Frankie starting to shift behind you, probably making his transformation back to his human form. Try as you might, you know you won’t have enough energy to wait for him to be done, so you make the most of it and snuggle into his soft fur. You know that you’ll wake up safe and sound in your bed, tangled with your kind, attentive, and very much human boyfriend.
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The Art of Failing [1]
Werewolf!Joel Miller x F!Reader, Vampire!Din Djarin x F!Reader
Series Warnings: violence and mild gore, mentions of blood and injures, reader is described as active and able to fight, eventual smut, loss of a child, angst to fluff, more warnings to come based on individual chapters
Chapter Warnings: anxiety, self doubt, mentions of blood
Word Count: 10,360
Summary: The Division of Mythological Affairs was created to protect and serve the supernatural community while keeping the knowledge of their existence a secret.
You hoped to become an Agent of the DMA like your mother before you. Just as your dream begins to fall apart at the seams, you stumble across a missing persons report that could change everything. You are desperate to solve the case, to prove your ability, and you find yourself with unlikely allies⏤ a werewolf running from his pack and a vampire shunned from his coven.
The stakes are high, lives are at risk, and success hinges on the three of you learning to work together.
[a/n: it's here!! i'm so excited to officially share this because it was so much fun to write and i'm even more excited to show y'all the rest]
MIDDAY MADNESS
"failure does not mean your life is over."
Every workplace had that one employee who was deemed irreplaceable.
The employee who showed up early, went the extra mile, and made the lives of those around them easier. The one who had a passion for their work⏤ who was born to do what they do with a smile on their face. You were that employee. Without you, everything would collapse into chaos and madness. Mayhem would fill your 8-storied workplace to the brim until it was spilling out into the unsuspecting streets of Austin, Texas. Riots would break out. Fire would engulf the city. The world would never know peace. Without you⏤
“Hey, coffee girl!” The sharp, angry voice startled you and the precariously stacked drinks in your hands nearly toppled over. You readjusted your hold on the carriers with a breathy sigh. “Where the hell is my cappuccino?”
Perhaps calling yourself the most irreplaceable employee here was a bit of a stretch. You were important though. Your job was vital. If it weren’t for you then your co-workers would be caffeine deprived which would lead to headaches which would then lead to mistakes and errors in paperwork which would, eventually and inevitably, lead to worldwide destruction somewhere down the line. You were needed here. You were vital and a necessity. At least, that’s what you told yourself over and over in the form of a mental mantra. It was either that or get caught in the abysmal, black hole your life seemed to be right now.
“Here you go, sir.” You angled the carrier so he could scoop up the cup on the far left. The man yanked his cup away hastily, nearly knocking over the other drinks again, and rushed away without even so much as a ‘thank you’. You pressed your lips together in annoyance.
You were vital. You were vital. You were vital.
With a brief pause to piece your patience back together, you pasted on a broad smile and began to continue your morning deliveries. For two years, you had been taking coffee and lunch orders, scheduling meetings, running errands, and doing basically every other busy work task put on your plate. It was exhausting, both mentally and emotionally, but it was the price to pay. You wouldn't take this kind of treatment anywhere else and the only reason you still put up with it was because it was just a stepping stone.
Today you were a glorified assistant.
Tomorrow you would be an Agent.
An Agent of the Division of Mythological Affairs.
It was a title not many held and was exclusive for a number of reasons. The DMA was established decades ago to police and protect the supernatural community. It was the responsibility and duty of the DMA to keep the peace amongst the community while also keeping said community secret from the rest of humanity. Knowing that the monsters of myth and legend were real was privileged information. The only reason you were clued in was because of your mother. She had been an Agent herself years ago and you grew up surrounded by supernatural forces. Hell, your childhood best friend was a forest nymph.
As you grew older, you grew more passionate about the world you were blessed to know and the dream to walk in your mother’s footsteps took root. You trained and you studied, desperate to make the world a better place, and thus far all you had succeeded in was mastering the skill of carrying four drink carriers without dropping them.
After delivering the final cup of coffee, you made your way up to the eighth floor. There was about fifteen minutes before you had to get down to the lobby for your next task of the day, and you planned to spend it begging. You greeted familiar faces as you passed them. The separation of labor could be seen in the change of clothes as you got to the higher floors. Everyone you passed now were dressed in nice and expensive suits. It was the upper levels that housed the policy makers⏤ more politician than soldier.
The eighth floor was the nicest of them all with open windows that let in natural light. There were no ugly cubicles littering the bulk of it. Instead, modern and sleek furniture sat around the space and private offices were housed here.
“Hey, have you seen Captain Roberts?” You asked Stacey, one of the secretaries you saw in meetings every once in a while, and she didn’t even lift her eyes up from the magazine she was flipping through. She just pointed to the right towards a hall of offices. You mumbled a thanks and continued on. There were a few different Captains who worked in this sector of the DMA, but Captain Roberts was in charge of the Agents and Analysts you worked with most often.
You were halfway down the hall when an unfamiliar, armored figure stepped out of the conference room to leave. Mandalorian. Your pace stuttered in shock as you stared wide eyed at the intimidating man stalking toward you. There were too many vampire covens to count, but a few were infamous enough to merit memorizing.
The Mandalorians were one of them.
Their signature being the impenetrable armor they wore at all times⏤ faces they never revealed to anyone. It wasn’t unusual to see a Mandalorian or two wandering around the building. They occasionally worked contracts with the DMA picking up on bounties. Not all DMA sanctioned bounty hunters were Mandalorian, but the best undoubtedly were. You didn’t recognize this one though.
His all silver armor was haunting and his gait spoke to strength and skill. He was close enough now that you could see your wide, staring eyes in the reflection of his visor, and you forced yourself to snap your gaze to the floor as you passed. The air was tense around him, it followed him like a dark cloud, and his heavy boots stormed past you without pause. You couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder to watch him a second more. His worn out cloak whipped around him at the pace he marched out with and a few suited men practically leapt out of his way to avoid being in his path.
You let out a low whistle and turned back towards the conference room he had just left. Being on the radar of a Mandalorian had to be a fate worse than death, and you pitied whoever had pissed off that one. Outside the conference room door, you adjusted your work blazer and took a steadying breath. You were vital, this organization was lucky to have you, and you would be an Agent if it were the last thing you did. You rapped your knuckles against the door and waited until a deep voice called out for you to enter.
Inside the room were three others. They sat at an elongated conference table centered in the room with their backs to Austin street views out the floor to ceiling windows. On the wall across from the windows were large screens designed for calls and it looked like one had just ended. Of the three people in the room, you only recognized one. Captain Roberts, a gruff man in his late sixties, stood at the head of the table with a few folders and papers spread out in front of him. He was built like a grizzly bear and had the temperament of one as well. The red of his beard was graying and you still hadn’t gotten used to his bald head quite yet. He used to have hair thick and long enough to braid, but when his hair started to recede he chose instead to just lose it all.
“If that’s all, I have other matters to attend to.” Captain Roberts cleared his throat and motioned toward you. It was a dismissal on his part, and you stepped closer while the two other suited individuals packed up their belongings to leave. The second they were out of sight, Roberts groaned. “Perfect timing, kid. I hate dealing with Olympus representatives.”
Your jaw fell open and you pointed to the door, “Those were…” You had never met the souls responsible for carrying the messages and words of the gods and goddesses back down to Earth. “Really?”
“Try not to look so excited. The gods are dicks and they live to make my job more difficult.”
“You say that about everybody.” You replied and wandered over to stand by him. Your eyes darted down to the papers scattered on the table. It looked like a missing person report. “I saw a Mandalorian in here earlier.” The report looked like it was talking about a child. You narrowed your eyes and pulled it closer. The Mandalorian was reporting his own missing child. A young boy who had disappeared overnight. “Why were you meeting with a Mandalorian and Olympus representatives over a missing kid?”
Roberts snatched away the reports to tuck them into a folder with a chastising glare. “I didn’t. I was meeting with the representatives when the Mandalorian burst in. Kind of like you did.”
“You were happy with my interruption a few seconds ago.” You argued. Roberts gave you a tired glare, and you nodded toward the folders in his hands. “You know I was talking to Hannah downstairs a few days ago and she was telling me that the number of missing kids has skyrocketed this last month in comparison to previous months.”
Roberts grunted, “What have I told you about being nosy?”
“Maybe I could help.” You offered. “I could⏤” Roberts scoffed out your name with a shake of his head and made a beeline for the door. You scrambled after him. “Roberts, come on. Please.”
“You came all this way up to beg me about a missing persons case?”
“Well, I actually came to beg you about applying for the Agent qualifications exam, but I’m not picky about what I beg for. I’ll take what I can get.”
“No.”
“Roberts⏤”
“I said, no.”
You locked your jaw in annoyance as you both climbed into the elevator. In order to sign up for the qualifications exam you needed the approval of a Captain. It seemed no matter how many times you begged Roberts to write you the letter of recommendation allowing you to sit for the test, he always had some excuse to say no. Any Captain’s letter would do the job and you could technically find another to badger about this, but you were the stubborn kind. Captain Roberts had been the one to qualify your mother, and you wanted him to be the one to qualify you too.
“If you just gave me a chance,” You snapped, “I could do it.”
“We’re not getting into this again.”
“Give me a real reason then!”
Roberts glared at you with a look that would have anyone else cowering or running for the hills. You could see beyond the anger and frustration. Beyond the huff and glowering. Underneath all the rough Captain bravado was someone who cared, but right now it was infuriating. Roberts rubbed his bald head and shook it with disdain, “Your mother wouldn’t want you risking your life like she did.” It felt like your heart had stopped in your chest. Of all the excuses he had plied you with in the past this was the first time he used your mother as one. “She would want better for you.”
“Don’t.” You whispered.
“You’re a bright girl. You say the word and I can get you a job in research. You would be a hell of an Analyst⏤”
“I don’t want to be an Analyst! I want to be⏤”
The elevator doors dinged open and you both grew silent. A small group shuffled onto the elevator making small talk. You stood stiff and straight, arms crossed over your chest, while Roberts pouted on his side of the elevator as well. Three floors down and the group dispersed leaving you alone with the Captain once more.
“You can do better than this, kid.” Roberts said firmly. “You have your whole life ahead of you.”
“This. This is what I want for my life.” You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze again. You just stared at the numbers at the top of the elevator door, each lighting up as you got closer and closer to the ground floor. “I just wanna help people like mom did.”
“There are other ways to do that.”
The elevator reached the bottom floor and you finally turned to Roberts, “Are you going to approve me for the exam or not?”
Roberts held your gaze for a moment, sadness seeping into his blue eyes, and he sighed, “No. No, I’m not.”
You bobbed your head once, biting back the burning threat of tears prickling at your eyes, and you hurried out of the elevator. Roberts called out after you, making others near the elevator doors glance in your direction, but you didn’t pause in your stride.
There was a small cubicle, amongst a sea of others, down a hall connected from the lobby that you called your own. It was tiny, just big enough to house a computer and a bit of desk space for you to stack busy work all over, but it was yours. The cubicle wall was decorated with pictures of friends, family, and a spattering of Halloween decorations you had put up for the upcoming holiday.
You dropped into the seat, Roberts’ denial ringing in your ears, and your eyes landed on one photo in particular. It was your high school graduation and your mother had her arms wrapped around you proudly as you both beamed at the camera. The sight of it made your stomach turn and without thought you tugged it off the wall where it hung to stick in a drawer. Your mother was a hero who changed so many lives, and you could only wonder what she would think if you now⏤ sitting at a cubicle buried in busy work and covered in coffee stains.
You had buried yourself in errands and paperwork to distract from the bitter rejection of Captain Roberts. The small voice at the back of your mind whispered that all you had to do was seek out a separate Captain for your letter of recommendation. You knew for a fact that the Captain who worked the neighboring district handed out letters like candy. They had the mindset that the test would weed out the ones who didn’t deserve to be there, and you were confident you could pass. It was a quick and easy solution, but it felt too much like cheating in your eyes.
A part of you wished you could kick your pride to the curb. A dream was a dream, right? It didn’t matter how you got there as long as you got there. You blew out an irritated breath of air and leaned back in your seat to stretch your spine. No matter how many times you repeated those words in your head they didn’t seem to stick.
“Hey, pumpkin.” A voice drawled from behind you, and the condescending tone of it immediately made your blood pressure rise. Slowly, you turned in your seat to face the bane of your existence. Agent Miles Jackson was average in height but constantly acted as if he were compensating for something or another. You assumed it was his lack of a bearable personality. The weight of his stare gave his brown eyes a beady quality and his thin lipped smile could only be described as smarmy. He winked at you and the urge to gouge his eyes out washed over you. “What’re you doing here?”
You furrowed your brow, “Working. I know that’s an unfamiliar concept to you.”
“Ha ha. Funny.” Miles snorted. “I meant, why the hell are you still here and not picking up my lunch?” You opened your mouth to complain, but he cut in. “I want my usual from that sandwich place right down the road. The faster the better.”
“Miles⏤”
The man turned on his heel and began to march away before letting you say another word. You glared at his back where his light blue, wrinkled button up shirt was untucked from his one size too small dress pants. You just wanted to throw something at the back of his head. With a huff, you pushed to stand and grabbed your purse from the drawer under your desk. Between the morning you had and dealing with Miles, you were seriously going to need a drink tonight.
It took no time at all to pick up the food. You called ahead on your walk, and the workers there knew you fairly well as a regular. When you got back to the building there was a commotion in the lobby. More people than normal were milling about and a steady flow of people were streaming out of the first floor bullpen⏤ the exact place you were heading. You slipped through the crowd and as you got closer and closer to where Miles’ desk was the noise began to increase.
“⏤'nd you’re not fuckin’ listenin’ to me!”
The words reverberated into the hall stopping you dead in your tracks. Calling it a yell would be underselling the wall of sound that slammed into you. It was a roar⏤ earth shattering, enraged, and excruciating. You rushed into the bullpen, hand clutched tight to the to-go bag of food, and gazed over a sea of desks. The bullpen was where most Agents worked day to day. Usually, the routine tasks involved speaking to concerned citizens or interviewing suspects. A good bulk of the work involved filing reports when not out on the streets working on a case. However, the room was nearly empty and continued to get even emptier as people rushed past you. At the center, with the agent you were looking for, was a man you didn’t recognize.
He was gruff with broad shoulders covered in a worn out flannel. A peppering of gray littered the thick, dark hair atop his head and even spilled into the scruff on his face. The clear details that could be seen from a mile away was the redness in his face, the vein protruding along his neck as he yelled, and the rage simmering in his dark eyes. His anger was volatile and palpable. Your focus seemed to zoom in on the flash of pain, and once you saw it… it was all you could see. This was a man suffering. Amongst all that rage was heart wrenching fear and agony.
“Sir⏤”
“Don’ you fuckin’ ‘sir’ me.” The man snapped and shoved at Agent Jackson. “You son of a bitch, listen⏤”
Miles pointed in his face and the man snarled in response. “Don’t you take a tone with me. Do you know who I am?!” You got closer and you could see the man’s canines lengthen and his brown eyes flickered in shades of a burning gold. Wolf. He was a werewolf. Genetically speaking, there were hundreds of lineages from the initial werewolf. Unlike vampires, who were similar regardless of the coven, wolves differed. Based on what you could see here, this guy was probably from a local pack. The ones around here didn’t necessarily need the full moon and their emotions controlled a lot of their abilities. Miles ran a hand through his hair with a huff, “Now, Mr. Miller, we have your statement. If you’ll be patient with us⏤”
“Are you fuckin' kiddin' me right now with this bullshit!?”
You weren’t sure how this guy got stuck talking to the least empathetic and least helpful Agent in the entire building, but your heart went out to him. While Miles rattled off a long winded excuse, you crept forward to set the food on his desk and your eyes landed on an open report. The wolf’s name was Joel Miller, and as your eyes scanned the page you understood his rage.
“Your daughter is missing?” You gasped. Both men snapped their gazes at you. Miles glared at your intrusion, but Joel’s narrowed eyes held more questioning than rage toward you. You picked up the report to read the details, but all you could think of were the other missing children cases⏤ the Mandalorian this morning and his missing child. The report in your hand was poorly written which you expected of Miles. “When did you last see⏤”
“I already took his statement.” Miles snapped at you.
Joel, on the other hand, pointed his finger at the file with a glare, “Does it not say it in there??” Sensing the tension, you were hesitant to nod your head. Joel filled in the blanks though and snarled at Miles. “You fuckin' bastard. Are you not takin' this seriously!? She's a kid! She's only fourteen! I swear to the Gods, I’ll⏤”
“I assure you that we have what we need.” Miles snatched the report from your hands. “You’ll have to excuse my assistant. She isn’t trained." You sucked in a sharp breath, your own rage beginning to bubble up, at his words. As if you needed extensive training to read a piece of paper. “Pumpkin, you’re excused.”
“I’m not your assistant.” You spat at him. “Have you considered the other missing kids?”
Joel’s eyes widened, “'Scuse me?”
Miles scoffed and shook his head to glare at you, “That has nothing to do with⏤”
“And there was a Mandalorian here this morning whose kid disappeared overnight.”
Miles chuckled and the sound pissed you off further. It had the same effect on Joel Miller who looked close to shifting into his wolf form to leap across the desk and maul the man. Miles motioned toward you, “Well, that’s it then. Mandalorian.” You furrowed your brow. “I would bet my money on this being a blood feud. Wolves vs fangs.”
You shook your head, “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“The wolves took the vampire kid, and in retaliation the vampires took the wolf’s kid.” Miles argued confidently. He turned to Joel and gave a slight shrug while scooping up the bag of food you had brought for him. “We will look into the matters, and we will call you with further information.”
“That’s it? You’ll call me?” Joel yelled. The wolf slapped the bag of food out of Miles’ hand and to the ground. “My daughter is fuckin' missin' 'nd that’s all you’re gonna give me right now!?”
Miles slammed his hand against his desk while staring at his lost meal. His glare toward the wolf deepened, a move you found to be hilarious considering Miles was far from intimidating, but you watched as his hand went to his hip where his service weapon rested. Your eyes widened and you set a hand on Miles’ chest to draw his attention to you.
“Stop.” You warned. “That’s a bad idea.” Miles locked his jaw and you tried to defuse the situation. “This isn’t right. Your theory is wrong. A wolf pack would never use a kid as a bargaining token in some rivalry.” You scoffed. “And the Mandalorians are the only vampire coven to allow children in their ranks. They literally adopt kids off the street to raise and care for. But you think they kidnapped a wolf’s child?”
Miles suddenly grabbed you by the arm roughly and squeezed hard enough to make you wince. The sound of a low warning growl filled the air, but all your attention was focused on the loathing rage in Miles’ eyes. He seemed… unhinged, somehow. With his other hand, Miles pointed a finger in your face. “Listen to me, pumpkin.” He snapped. “You need to stop playing ‘Agent’. You’re a bookish errand girl who has no idea what she’s talking about or trying to get involved in.” His words stung even more with Captain’s Roberts’ rejection still ringing fresh in your mind. “It’s pathetic how desperate you are to be an agent like your mommy. Especially considering, you’ll never be what she was. You’ll never be more than the useless, desperate⏤”
Your hand curled into a fist and lashed out before you had even a second to think. Miles’ nose crunched under your now throbbing knuckles and blood splattered down his blue shirt. He cried out in pain and you stiffened in realization at what you had done. “You bitch! I’ll get you fired for this!”
Angry, embarrassed, and frustrated, you spun on your heel to rush away. Miles was still hollering behind you in a rage and before leaving the room you gave one last glance over your shoulder. The goal was to glare at Miles or admire the new shape of his nose, but as if pulled by an unseen force your gaze landed directly on Joel. Once you made eye contact with the wolf, there was no looking away. There was a haunting power in the way he stared back and it seemed to singe a hole through your very being, and you could feel his agony⏤ his devastation and desperation. The embarrassment you felt grew as you realized you were useless to him. Just like Miles said. You mouthed a quick apology and left in a hurry.
Downtown Austin had a district for the supernatural. Not that any human knew that it was for the supernatural specifically. With the right words, a person could find themselves in underground Austin where a market and community lay hidden. As you saw no reason to sit around and wait for the consequences of your actions to find you, you climbed into your car to drive across the city to see a friend. Once parked, it took no time at all to find your favorite bar. It was one owned by a witch and open to any and all who were interested.
Despite being underground, ‘Lucille's’ did not feel closed off or stuffy. The ceiling was high, a spell cast to mimic the natural lighting for the time of day, and the walls and furniture were decorated in greenery making the room feel like a clearing in a forest. Usually when you were here it was late evening or night time so the bar would be lit accordingly, but as it was literally 2 in the afternoon it was pure midday sunlight that shone down on you.
The bar wasn’t empty. A number of patrons sat around enjoying a casual lunch or drink, but you weaved through the tables to make your way to the actual bar. It was made of thick mahogany wood and glass. Behind the bar, the shelf was lined with liquors and raw materials. Jars filled with dragon scales, phoenix feathers, wormwood, and any other ingredient that could be used for spells or drinks. There was a glow from behind the shelf itself that shifted in a swirling of soft colors.
As you sat down on a cushioned bar stool, you saw a familiar forest nymph walking out of the back carrying a box. Her pale green skin was accented by a darker, vine like pattern that encircled her limbs and torso⏤ made even more clear to see due to the loose, white tank top she wore. Her vibrant pink hair was pulled back into two buns atop her head and littered with yellow and blue flowers. She dropped the box with a grunt and her brown eyes landed on you in shock.
“Whoa! What’re you doing here??”
“Hey, Nima.”
“You here for lunch?”
“Not exactly.” You gave her a tight lipped smile as she bounced over with a bright grin. She stood close enough that you could see the slight movements of the vine-like pattern on her skin and it must have been close enough for her to see the misery in your features. Before she could begin her interrogation, you lifted your dominant hand to nod toward your bruised knuckles. “Can I have an ice pack?”
Nima wrapped a handful of ice in a rag for you to set on your hand and listened quietly as you told her about your day from start to finish.
“First off, I’m making you a stiff drink.” Nima grabbed a glass and she knew your preferences enough that you didn’t need to say a word. “Secondly, after you down this we’re getting in my car and we’re gonna go kill Agent ‘Shit for Brains’.” Your lips twitched up in amusement. “Thirdly⏤”
“How many bullet points are in this pep talk?” You asked. “Just so I can keep track.”
“You would make a gods damn brilliant Agent.” Nima paused in drink making to point at you. “I don’t care what anyone else says.” She shook the metal tumbler three times before pouring the drink in the martini glass. The light pink liquid bubbled and fizzed. She set it in front of you and you raised an eyebrow at the glittering light that shimmered from the bubbles that popped in it. Nima shrugged, “So, I added a joy charm to your drink. Sue me.”
The corner of your lip twitched up and you didn’t hesitate to bring the drink to your lips. The fizzing bubbles of the joy charm tickled your mouth and it reminded you of eating pop rocks as a kid. Unlike the pop rocks, it left an immediate light hearted buzz in your brain that made the glow of the lights around you seem a little bit brighter. Coming here had been the right decision. Between the drinks and Nima’s threats against Miles’ life you were feeling a bit better.
Nima stayed with you chatting for a while longer, but when a group of elves noisily wandered in she had to veer away to serve them. You finished the last of your drink, pushed the glass aside, and then folded your arms to lean on the bar with a hum. The joy charm left your brain with the happy buzz, but your heart still felt heavy. All you wanted to do in life was help others, like your mom had, and now you were going to get fired. You couldn’t even provide support for the people who were helping others.
So much for being vital.
You absentmindedly began to count the bottles on the expansive shelf in hopes to keep your mind occupied until Nima could come back and distract you. It was around 116 that you felt somebody sit on the stool right beside you. Any annoyance you felt at a stranger picking a seat so close to you when there were so many other open stools was muted by the effects of the joy charm. You continued to count and at 200 the stranger said your name.
Eyes wide, you turn your head and the sight of Joel Miller’s glare you jumped in surprise, “Gods!” You were sitting up now, half hanging off your stool, while gripping the edge of the bartop. “What are you… How do you know my name??”
“I asked 'round.” Joel replied gruffly. Unsure of what to say, you bobbed your head awkwardly. He had his arm resting on the bar as he faced you, and his hand was balled up in a tight fist. The wolf was wound up tight⏤ ready to snap at the slightest provocation. “Now tell me more 'bout the Mandalorian.”
You scrunched your nose, still in disbelief that this wolf followed you in the first place, “Um, DMA restricts me from giving out the information of someone else. I’m not really supposed to do it without going through the proper channels.”
“Yeah, well, you don’ really got a job anymore, far as I can tell.”
“I still have a job. I haven’t been fired.” You countered with a nod then mumbled. “Yet.”
Joel leaned in closer and you stiffened at his growl, “You think my Ellie missin' has somethin' to do with the Mandalorian?”
You assumed that was the name of his daughter. “I can’t say anything for certain. I mean, I don’t know anything⏤”
“You knew more than that bonehead Agent.”
“That’s not hard.” You mumbled with a quiet snort. Joel did not seem amused and continued to burn through you with his gaze. You cleared your throat and nodded. “All I know is the number of missing persons cases involving children has been higher this last month than usual, and some Mandalorian is missing his own kid.” Joel gave a slight nod and you could see the wheels turning in his head. You shrugged, “But I don’t think it’s the feud between wolves and vampires doing this. I know that’s what Miles assumed but… I just have this weird feeling that⏤ that something else is going on.”
Joel clenched his jaw before speaking, “Why?”
“I don’t know.” You sighed, defeated. “I don’t have evidence or a good reason. It’s just a... gut instinct.”
You squirmed under Joel’s continued gaze until he finally looked away. He turned in his seat to face forward and now you were the one staring. With how tense the wolf was, he looked to be made of stone. A handsome statue wearing a scowl that could fill even the gods with a chill.
Nima bounced back over and gave Joel a skeptical glance. She raised an eyebrow at you in question and you waved your hand in front of your neck to signal her to leave him alone. Nima scooped up your empty glass and carried it away.
“Where is he?”
Your head snapped back to Joel, eyes wide, “Sorry?”
“Where is the Mandalorian?” Joel demanded slowly. “I wanna talk to 'im.”
“I⏤I have no idea, man.” A laugh of disbelief left your lips. “The local Mandalorian coven is a mystery. They’re more tight lipped than any other coven I’ve heard about. Only a few people even know where they hide.”
Joel narrowed his eyes at you. “That’s all you got for me?”
You scoffed, “I’m sorry. If I had known you were going to stalk me out of the building⏤” Joel rolled his eyes with a huff. “⏤then I would’ve prepared accordingly. My bad.”
Joel hissed a curse under his breath. His eyes closed and a hand rubbed his jawline before resting over his mouth⏤ attempting to settle himself, you assumed. You glanced over at Nima who was staring at you in concern and you gave her a quick nod and pointed to the wolf beside you. A few moments later, Nima came over and placed a glass of dark liquor in front of you. She mouthed the words, ‘You good?’, and you gave her a tight lipped smile. She shot Joel another wary glance before moving over to her other customers.
You cleared your throat and pushed the drink in Joel’s direction. He opened his eyes and stared down at the drink. Joel sniffed the air then furrowed his brow, “That’s Lavagulin.” You shrugged. That sounded right, but you didn’t know the dark liquor types well enough to confirm it. His gaze turned skeptical and paranoid, “How do you know my drink of choice?”
“Oh, I don’t.” You held your hands in surrender. “Nima does.” You pointed to the forest nymph who was flipped a tumbler with a broad grin. “I don’t know how she does it, but she can guess anybody’s drink of choice. I’ve never seen her fail.” Joel stared for a second more before picking up the drink and taking a long sip of it. You rubbed the back of your neck nervously. “Listen, I’m sorry. I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re going through. I wish I could help.”
Joel didn’t respond to your comfort and just continued to drink. You briefly considered calling Captain Roberts. Miles had probably already gone to the man to snitch on you for breaking his nose. There was no way you wouldn’t get canned for the attack, even the Captain couldn’t protect you from that, but somebody should know that Miles was out of line with a citizen. Joel Miller needed real help to find his daughter, and gods knew that Agent Miles Jackson wasn’t going to be of any use. As the thought crossed your mind, you tilted your head. Help. Joel needed help.
“I could help.” You blurted out loud.
“What?” Joel was nearly finished with his drink.
“I could help!” You repeated. Why hadn’t you thought about this before? Joel needed help, and you needed to prove that this was a job you were more than capable of. “My mom was an Agent⏤ one of the best. She had all these connections and…” Joel was now facing you entirely as he had turned in his seat. For the first time since you met him, you saw more than just anger, panic, and pain in his eyes. There was a flicker of hope. You shot him a smile. “I think I can find out where the Mandalorian coven is.”
Joel leaned forward on his seat, “Where?”
“We need to go to my apartment. There’s a journal with a map.” You jumped up and began to root through your bag for your wallet.
“What’s going on?” Nima came back over. “You leaving?”
“Yeah, it’s a⏤ it’s a long story.”
“Everything alright though?”
You huffed when you couldn’t find your wallet, “What? Yeah, no. It’s fine. Just give me a second. I think my wallet is buried under here somewhere.”
Nima shook her head with a frown, “I’m not taking your money.”
“What’re you talking about?” You demanded.
“You don’t have a job. I’m not taking your money, babe.” You winced at her half true comment. The DMA didn’t pay you all that great anyways considering your position wasn’t super high on the career ladder. But then again, if you solved this case and proved your worth then you could be the Agent you knew you were capable of being. Suddenly, Joel held out a few folded bills. Your eyes widened, but Nima snatched the money from his hands with a smirk. “You on the other hand, I can very much take money from.”
Joel ushered you out of the bar as Nima waved after you and demanded you call her later. The wolf said he’d follow behind you in his own truck which you figured he wouldn’t have a problem with considering he had done it once before. You just prayed the plan you had in mind was actually going to pan out.
If you had known you’d have a near feral werewolf sitting in your living room this afternoon, you would’ve cleaned up a little better before leaving in the morning. You scrambled through your room searching for the journal that you knew was somewhere around here.
“You got it, yet?” Joel barked from the other room.
“Almost! Just⏤ Just hang on!”
Finally, you found the journal buried under a stack of papers on your desk. You mumbled your relief and immediately began to flip through the journal pages searching for something that could point you in the direction of the Mandalorians. You knew for a fact that your mother had a connection⏤ either directly or indirectly. You managed to find the vague map scribbled out midway through the journal. It wasn’t much, but it was more than you had ten minutes ago. You took a quick picture of it with your phone and began to leave your room only to pause. Frozen in place, your eyes darted over to your bedside drawer. After a second of contemplation, you hurried over and pulled out the handgun tucked away for safekeeping. The only ammunition you had was regular bullets and silver ones. Neither would help against a vampire, especially a Mandalorian vampire decked out in ceremonial armor, but the idea of having it on you brought some semblance of comfort. You tugged on your shoulder holster and triple checked the weapon before safely tucking it in place. The last two things you grabbed before leaving your room was a jacket to wear over the holster, keeping it mostly hidden, and your mother’s old badge.
When you stepped out into the living room, Joel was standing and staring at a few pictures on your wall. His eyebrows were drawn together, deep in thought, as his attention was focused in on a picture of you and your mother from when you were a child.
You cleared your throat and his eyes snapped back to you. You opened your mouth to explain the picture, but Joel closed the space between the two of you back on target, “Where is it? The coven?”
“Here.” You opened your phone to point to the picture you had taken.
Joel narrowed his eyes, “That’s all you got? You don’ got an address or somethin'?”
“An address?” You scoffed. “They live underground in the middle of nowhere. Sorry I don’t have a PO box to type into google for you. We can find it with this. Let’s go⏤”
“We??”
You set your hands on your hips with narrowed eyes, “Yeah, we.”
“You’re not goin'.”
“I’m not letting you and your pack stampede into a vampire coven!”
“I don’ have a pack.” Joel shook his head, and you tried to hide your surprise. “I work better alone. Now give me the map.”
“Fine,” You corrected, “I’m not letting a lone werewolf storm a vampire coven.”
“And how is addin' a human to the mix gonna tip the odds in my favor, sweetheart?” Joel scoffed and motioned to you.
“For one, they won’t kill me on sight for being a werewolf.” You argued. “And two,” You pulled the badge out of your pocket and flashed it to him, “I’m an impartial party. A peacekeeper.”
Joel snarled, “If they do have my kid for some reason, I don’ plan on keepin' the peace.”
“Yeah, see, that sentence proved my point. You need me.”
Joel opened his mouth to argue more, and you were fully prepared to counter anything he threw your way, but then he surprised you by locking his jaw and giving you a stiff nod. You hadn’t actually expected that to work. Joel turned to leave your apartment with a grunt and you hurried after him.
“Also, we’re taking my car.”
After another short lived argument, you managed to wrestle Joel into your vehicle. According to the map, the coven was just outside Austin city limits, truly in the middle of nowhere, and it would take at least an hour to get in the vicinity. Then you’d have to search for it further. The drive was just as awkward as you would’ve guessed it to be. Joel didn't seem like the type of man who enjoyed small talk even on a good day let alone right now. Unfortunately, the more nervous you got the more you seemed to want to talk.
“So, can I ask you something?” You blurted.
“No.”
“Oh.”
An even more tense silence filled the air between the two of you as you focused on the road ahead. Joel sighed and shook his head, “What?”
“You said you don’t have a pack.” You continued on with your line of questioning despite the lackluster permission he gave.
“Is there a question somewhere in there?”
“Is it true?” You asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a werewolf without a pack.”
“Well, now you have. Congrats.” Joel replied dryly.
Your cellphone began to vibrate and the name ‘Captain Roberts’ flashed on the screen. You ignored the call, “So, it’s just you and your family then?”
“It’s me 'nd Ellie. That’s it.” Joel grunted. He shrugged after a beat, “Got a brother too but he’s still in the pack. Tried to leave when I did, but I convinced him not to.”
“Oh, so you left on your own.” You voiced the thought aloud. Your phone began to vibrate again. ‘Captain Roberts’. Ignore. “Why…” You were very, very curious as to why a werewolf would willingly leave his pack to be on his own⏤ or on his own with his daughter, you should say. But, it seemed too personal for you to pry into. “What’s Ellie like?”
Joel paused in thought. “She’s smart, but she’s also trouble. Bit of a little shit.” There was a small smile on his face as he said the words. “Obsessed with these stupid jokes 'nd puns.”
“She sounds fun.” You chuckled. “You said she was fourteen?” Joel nodded once. For the third time, your phone began to vibrate and you hit the ignore button with more force than needed. “What⏤”
“You ain't gonna answer that?” Joel questioned.
“No.” You shook your head. “It’s just gonna be a long conversation about disappointment and it’ll probably end in my termination. Roberts, the Captain, likes me, but Miles⏤ the Agent whose nose I broke⏤ he’s kind of a big deal.”
Joel scoffed, “He’s a big deal?”
“Not in a ‘good at his job’ way. More in a ‘my daddy owns you’ kind of way.”
“Got it.”
“Yeah, when he said he was gonna get me fired he meant it.” You sighed. “It’s all about knowing the right people, and he’s related to the right people so it’s even worse.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“You’re telling me.” You mumbled with a sigh. This time there was a notification about a voicemail being left along with the missed calls. That was not a message you were eager to listen to. The rest of the drive passed in silence, but it wasn’t as tense as the start of the trip. You drove your car off road where the map suggested. The map had a shaded portion where the coven supposedly was, and you prayed they hadn’t recently moved. You drove, scanning for some kind of the symbol drawn on the map, and when Joel spotted it carved into a tree you parked the car. “So, you’re not going to like what I’m going to say…”
“Then don’ say it.”
“I think you should stay with the car.” You said it anyways.
Joel stared at you as if you had grown a second head, “Are you outta your gods damned mind? I’m not sittin' here 'nd waitin'⏤”
“If it’s me alone I can talk to them as an Agent of the DMA and question⏤”
“You’re not an Agent.”
“I’m also not a werewolf.” You snapped. Joel had his jaw locked so tight that you could hear him grinding his teeth against one another. You held a hand out towards him to plead your case. “I’m not gonna say that I get it because I don’t have a kid. I could never fully understand how you feel right now, but… Joel, I’m going to do everything in my power to help you find Ellie. If we go in together it’ll stir them up, but maybe if I’m alone they’ll stay calm enough to answer some questions. I’m not a threat to them. I’m just a dumb human, after all.”
Joel turned away and rubbed his face. The exhaustion and frustration were clear to see. He sighed, “Fine. You have twenty minutes. Twenty minutes 'nd then I’m goin' after you whether you like it or not.”
“Deal.” You agreed.
You reached over him, he stiffened at the closeness, but you mumbled an apology and rooted through your glove compartment. There was a small, travel bottle of perfume that Nima had tucked away for you. It was one you never used, a bit too strong for your liking, but she was adamant about keeping it around in case of emergent night outs when you needed to get ready on the go. There was a collection of hair products and makeup tucked somewhere in your back seat too.
After finding it, you opened the car door and began to spray it all over yourself. It took only two squirts of the bottle when Joel began to cough. He rubbed his nose with a deep frown, “What the fuck are you doin'?”
“I’m trying to get the smell of wolf off of me.”
“You’re ruinin' your scent.” Joel grumbled with no further elaboration. You sprayed yourself three more times just to be sure, and ended up hacking up a long yourself as the strong floral scent hit you like a truck. Joel chuckled, “See?”
“Here’s to hoping the Mandalorians hate how I smell too. I’ll be right back.”
You closed the driver’s side door and marched out to walk past the tree with the carving. Joel called out after you, and when you glanced over your shoulder you saw he had rolled the window down. Joel nodded once, “Careful, sweetheart.”
With a reassuring smile, you gave him a thumbs up that he shook his head at before rolling the window back up. Your reassuring smile falter once you faced away from him and you steeled your nerves as you pressed into the thick of the trees. You could do this. You could handle this. You were vital.
The goal was to follow the trail of carved symbols in the trees. It drove you deeper into the forest and after finding four more you noticed that the path had looped you into a circle so you were back in front of symbol three. Worry briefly flooded your senses as you thought you may have taken a wrong turn and time was ticking down. Joel would be kicking down your car door to come find you and gods knew with the amount of perfume you wore it wouldn’t be hard.
You blew out an annoyed breath and kept on, but you only got a few feet further when a figure suddenly loomed in front of you.
“Gods!” You cried and scrambled back a few steps. The Mandalorian in front of you was towering in height and immensely broad. He wore navy pieces of armor, and you couldn’t fathom how someone so large and dressed in so much metal could be so loud. He stood still, like a statue, and his blank helmet stared down at you. Quickly, you readjusted your stance and cleared your throat. With as much confidence as you could muster, you pulled out the badge and flashed it at him⏤ introducing yourself as an Agent with your last name. “I’m with the DMA, and I’d like you to take me to your leader.” You winced as the words came out awkward. “I mean, I’d like to speak with someone on a missing persons case. I believe it would be in the benefit of your coven. Is there someone in charge I can speak to?”
The Mandalorian said nothing and you tucked your badge back into your pocket. You weighed the pros and cons of opening your mouth again, but before you could come to a conclusion he held his hand out toward you. Hesitantly, you reached out and the second your fingers brushed against his the Mandalorian tugged you toward himself and threw you over his shoulder. A cry of disdain left your lips but the world became a sudden blur of color and sound as wind whipped past you and with a few blinks you were no longer in the forest. He dropped you with no announcement and you grunted as you hit the cold, stone floor.
“Thanks for the warning.” You scoffed and tried to get your bearings. Nausea rolled through you and the room felt like it was spinning. When your brain finally caught up to what had happened, you glanced around to see he had carried you into a cavern. Light spilled from overhead, like a spotlight, and with a glance up you realized he had dropped down into this cave system.
“Come.” The Mandalorian grunted and you struggled to your feet to follow him.
As he led you deeper into the cave, the walls were lit with torches. Doorways into other halls and rooms were carved into the wall, but this Mandalorian led you straight down the center. Other Mandalorians like him began to gather and peer out of the spaces to stare at you and it took all of your might to keep your shoulders straight and your chin held high.
At the end of the cavern, was a circular room that was taller than it was wide. A stone structure was built in the center of the room and the shape and fire burning at it’s center reminded you of an old timey forge where weapons used to be made. The navy Mandalorian you had been following barked out in a different language⏤ Mando’a if you remembered correctly⏤ and a different Mandalorian with a helmet of gold stepped out from a back doorway into the room. The shape of her armor seemed more feminine and around her waist hung a thick metal hammer.
“You are not the Agent described to me.” She said in a smooth and calm voice.
“Sorry?” You replied confused.
She repeated your last name. “You are not her.”
Your eyes widened, “Oh. Oh! Right, no. Um, you’re thinking of my mother. You knew her?”
“Very well.” The Mandalorian confirmed. Two other Mandalorians stepped into the circular room just to stand against the wall with the large navy one, and it made your skin crawl nervously. It seemed like overkill. Just one Mandalorian could demolish you. You didn’t understand why they needed a total of four with you. “Why are you here, young one?”
You nodded, back to business, “This morning I saw a Mandalorian at the DMA headquarters. He was filing a report on a missing child. He was⏤ His armor was all silver. Like a shiny silver, and his under suit looked brown?” You tried to recall any details you remembered of him, but it was really the bright shine to his armor that stayed in your mind. “Anyways, we’ve had a string of missing children and I wanted to speak to this Mandalorian⏤”
The three Mandalorians behind you barked out a word you didn’t recognize and you jumped in place. The leader hummed, “He is no Mandalorian.”
“Uh,” You squinted with a twist of your lips, “He looked very Mandalorian⏤”
They barked the same word again. She spoke once more, “Din Djarin.”
“What?”
“That is the man you seek.” She said. “He has broken his creed. He is Mandalorian no longer. We do not associate with him.” You scrunched your nose in disbelief. Of all the rotten luck. You manage to actually find the mysterious Mandalorian coven only to find out that the one Mandalorian you sought out was excommunicated from his coven. Great. “Is that all you have come for?”
“Technically, yes.” You replied slowly. “Unless, do you know anything about his kid? Or where I can find him?”
“No.” She answered simply and bluntly. Fantastic. Outside the room, you could hear hissed whispers and low growls. Two sounds you never considered good news. “Are you prepared to pay your price?”
You focused back on her, “The price for what?”
“For your life.”
At those three words, you felt your blood run cold. Nowhere in your mom’s journal did it mention any sort of price. The noises outside grew louder and one of the angry growls was unfortunately familiar. You cursed under your breath and turned just in time for two Mandalorians to drag in a thrashing Joel. They forced him to his knees with a hiss. One gloved hand clamped around the back of his neck and you saw Joel’s teeth lengthen as the color of his eyes began to flicker in shade.
“Joel.” You blurted and his eyes lifted to meet yours. You gave a discreet shake of your head, and the burning gold of his eyes returned to a warm brown.
“Your twenty minutes was up.” He grunted.
“Young one.” You spun in place and the leader of the Mandalorians was dangerously close. You tried to take a step back, but her hand wrapped around your throat. Joel snarled for her to let you go, and you held up a hand behind you in hopes to reassure him. Her hand wasn’t restricting your air. It just rested there. A vague threat. “Will you pay your price?”
You swallowed, unable to see a situation where denying her ended well for either of you, “Yes?”
The leader used the hand around your throat to tilt your head up and to the side, exposing your neck, and then she moved quicker than you could see. Her other arm was a blur and you felt a sting of pain against your neck. The room’s air seemed to thicken with tension as she held up a blade smeared with your blood. She released you and began to stalk toward the forge. You rubbed at your neck nervously. You weren’t bleeding out, but it shook you to your core all the same. The leader whispered in Mando’a before flicking beads of your bright red blood into the fire at the forge’s center. The blue flames flashed white before returning to their natural state.
She turned and tucked the knife away. “You have paid your price. Paz will take you above ground.” She nodded to the navy Mandalorian that had brought you in. “The wolf stays.”
“Wait, no⏤” You began.
“He will die for trespassing.”
“Hang on!” You scooted away from Paz. “Can’t he pay the price? Or can I pay for him?” Somehow, through a helmet, the leader managed to shoot you a dry look. That’s how you interpreted it, at least. Paz was stalking toward you as Joel thrashed in the arms of the Mandalorians and your mind raced for a plan. Just as he reached out to grab you, you blurted, “Riddur!”
The room froze and even Joel paused in his rage to stare at you. The leader titled her head. You pointed back to Joel, “He is my riddur.”
“You know what that word means?” She questioned.
“Yes.” You nodded. The Mandalorians were the most family oriented of the vampire covens. The bond between lovers was sacred. ‘Riddur’ was translated to spouse, but it carried a heavier weight than the english word. They may have hated wolves, but you prayed to the gods that they respected the bond enough to let it carry over outside the coven. “Please. Don’t do this.”
There was an agonizing pause where you could feel your heart trying to beat out of your chest. The leader gave a curt nod and you breathed a sigh of relief. “You may take your riddur and leave.” The Mandalorians released Joel and stepped back. You hurried over to his side to loop an arm through his. “But, young one?” You stared at the leader and the gaze she cast your way was nerve wracking. “Do not come here again. The price to pay next time will be steep.”
You nodded and mumbled a thanks before dragging Joel out the way you had come in. All the Mandalorians in the cave continued to stare. Joel kept pace with you and whispered, “Ellie? Did you find the Mandalorian we were lookin' for?”
“No. He’s not here. He was kicked out of his coven.” You replied. “We have to look elsewhere.”
Joel spat a curse out under his breath, but thankfully he continued to rush out with you rather than turn back. As you reached the spot where you entered you suddenly remembered that it hadn’t been you who came in. You stared up at the hole in the ground and sighed, “Joel⏤”
“Hold on.” Joel scooped you up and jumped. You yelped in surprise at the height he managed. It cleared the hold and he landed on the ground by the edge. At the landing, you heard his knees crack and Joel grumbled in annoyance before setting you down. “Let’s go.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” You replied.
The two of you sped through the forest and didn’t slow your pace until your car was in sight. Joel glanced your way, “Riddur.” He repeated the word. “What does that mean?”
“Oh, uh, it means spouse?” You offered. “In the werewolf setting I suppose the closer term would be ‘mate’? It’s a bond between lovers.” Joel raised an eyebrow and you felt your cheeks grow warm. “I just knew that Mandalorians took that kind of thing seriously. It was the only idea I had to get us out of there.”
He stared for a long moment, long enough to make you nervously rub the back of your neck, and then he nodded, “Thanks for that. I… I appreciate your help.” Joel grunted uncomfortably. Your lips twitched up into a smile. The two of you reached the car and climbed in. Before you could start it up, Joel cleared his throat. “It was 'cause of Ellie.”
“What?”
“Earlier. I know you wanted to ask why I left my pack. It was for Ellie.” Joel responded. “She… We’re not related by blood. She’s actually… Ellie is only half wolf.” Your eyes widened in surprise, but you stayed silent so he could continue. “My pack didn’ want half breeds. That’s where they drew the line.” Joel sunk in his seat and rubbed his jaw⏤ a nervous tick of his you were realizing. “But she’s my daughter. They didn’ get that so I left.”
You pressed your lips together and started to reach out to touch his shoulder, but at last minute you dropped your hand and shot him a smile. “Thank you for telling me. We are going to find her.” You shrugged. “We need some other way to find the ex-Mandalorian, but we have a name now and I… I‘ll think of something. I swear it, Joel. I’m not gonna rest until we find her, okay?”
“Yeah, alright, sweetheart.” He replied. You started the car and began to turn it around when Joel let out a cough. “You smell awful, by the way.”
“Thank you for that. Appreciate it very much.”
Come hell or high water, you were going to find Din Djarin. As you drove, a few ideas came to mind. Terrible, terrible ideas, but beggars can’t be choosers at the end of the day. You shot Joel another glance out of the corner of your eye and your resolve steeled. This was more than just about redeeming yourself and getting your job back. You were going to find Ellie for Joel even if it killed you.
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Day 6: of @flightlessangelwings fawktober!
Max pays a visit during your first heat trying to “help”.
Theme: A/B/O, vampire!Max, Omega!reader, Omega heat, dub-con if you squint, pinv, praise, bit of Dacryphilia
A.N: My first time writing A/B/O! I get the jist of “heat” but I’m gonna play with the concept a bit!
You were curled under a mountain of blankets, shivering in a cold sweat as you rode out your heat. Surprise surprise one of Max’s colleagues was a werewolf and turned you, surprise surprise again when the “pills” Max gave you for your incoming heat didn’t work. Your pussy ached as you soaked yet another pair of underwear. You’d never been so wet in your life and no one was even around.
Masterbation took the edge off at first but now your body was throbbing for the real thing. Suddenly your ears perked for a moment, footsteps? Then a soft knock on your front door and… was someone fucking laughing?
You crawl your way out of the pile of blankets on your bed, your clothing sticking to your skin from the sheen of sweat and your thighs slid against each other. Peering out of the peep-hole in your door you saw the one person you truly did not want to deal with today. Your anger outweighed your better judgement as you whipped open the door “You…” you growled.
“Hey there,” Max’s shit-eating grin sent your blood boiling more than it already was. “We missed you at work tonight. I just wanted to drop by and see how the pills were working for you.”
“How does it look like they’re working…” A shiver rocked through you as his woodsy cologne hit you like a tidal wave. You shift on your feet as you lean on the door.
Max let out a dark laugh as he inhaled deeply, his eyes flickering to your groin. “Oh no, not very well it seems.” He feigned a nonchalant shrug as his next words came softly “I can help with that, since I’m already here.”
“Fuck. You.” Your eyes flash in a golden hue as your anger and lust fought for control.
“With. Pleasure.” His eyes darkened as he took a small step forward, gripping onto both sides of the doorframe. The wood creaked under his supernatural grip as he remained just on the other side of the threshold. The heat of his stare sent lightning through you. Werewolves weren’t susceptible to vampiric persuasion but your heat had your body screaming for any touch.
“You, you bastard -“ you shook your head in a desperate attempt to regain control.
“Let me help you.” He cooed, smirking as he began to undo his belt. Your eyes went wide as you watched him, knees practically buckling as you eyed his bulge through his boxers. “I won’t even make you beg for it. It’s right here.” He gripped himself through the thin fabric, the outline of his cock sent your mouth watering. “Just invite me in…”
“I - I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Your voice broke as you closed your eyes and took a shakey breath. “Come in-“
In an instant you were slammed against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist and his cock already pressing against the soaking fabric of your panties. His growl felt as if it tore through you as he ripped your soaked panties off you, the fabric biting your skin. The pain was soon forgotten as he sank into you stretching you the way your body was screaming for. His cock felt cool compared to the heat of your slick core.
He groaned and grit his teeth against your heat, “Fucking incredible.” His hips snapped, slamming into you over and over as he held you up. “That’s it, that sloppy cunt swallowing me so well.” He panted.
Your mewls and moans turned to sobs as your body reveled in what it was aching for. His cock like a cold compress in your feverish channel. “So good, why is it so good.” You whimpered pressing your cheek against his as you struggled to cling to your sanity. The slap of his skin against yours filled your house along with the soft drip, drip of your juices splattering the hardwood.
“Good girl, fucking cry for me.” He grinned as he licked a tear from your cheek. “So, fucking, good.” He punctuated each word with a thrust, the force against your clit sent stars across your vision. Your cunt fluttered around his girth as your orgasm washed through you. “Cum, cum on my cock that’s right.” He muttered into your throat as he grazed his fangs across your skin, his pace never slowing.
Your second orgasm came right after the first as a silent scream while you clung onto him. The chill of his body through his suit felt incredible as it sank into your own burning skin. “T-the bed.” You muttered as you tried to hang on. Two orgasms so close to one another sapped your energy.
Max carried you to the bedroom as you slacked in his grip. His dark chuckle filled your head as he laid you down with his cock still throbbing inside you. His reddish brown eyes bore into yours as he removed his suit. “For the next few days I’m staying buried in this hot little hole, you hear me?” He gripped your jaw as that dark fanged grin spread.
“Fucking leech.” You huffed. He rolled his hips and pressed into you as deep as he could, wrapping his hand around your throat. You took the chill of his skin against yours with a contended groan.
“Oh no sweetheart, I’m a tick -“ he began to grind his hips against you, the friction against your clit causing you to whimper again. “And I’m staying buried right here.” The slow churning of his pelvis against your clit and the stretch of his cock in your cunt sent you over the edge a third time. “Attagirl.” He smirked “We’re gonna have a fun few days. We’ll just tell the others it was team building.”
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Does your recent post mean there's a chance for chubby werewolf Frankie? 👀 Or any of the werewolf p boys?
He-was-a-steppenwolf regards,
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Favorites of 2023
Hi! I've seen a lot people doing these so I thought I would too!
These are all sorts of Oscar Issac/Pedro Pascal fics that delighted me this year <3
I tried to keep it to one rec per author just because I have soooooo many friends with wonderful fics and blogs who deserve recognition
If yours didn't make it, NO FEAR you are still wonderful to me <3
Everything is labeled properly in the fic so be warned, many of this contains dark!
3 series that I couldn't stop thinking about
Hungry Hearts By @atinylittlepain: The Last of Us, A Bruce Springsteen themed Joel series? SHEEEEEEEESH
Yearling by @justagalwhowrites : The Last of Us, Jackson!Joel and a victim of prolonged sexual assault. If you know me, you know I love a traumatized reader healing with the power of love and friendship
The Fractured Moon by @melodygatesauthor : Moon Knight, NON CON, dark moon boys is always a slay but the way Marc is so tortured and Steven is so needy?!?!?!?! Mels characterization of Steven may or may not have influenced my Ben in ROF
Three fics that rewired my brain
On the Waterfront by @beefrobeefcal : Triple Frontier, Now, I've always loved a tubby man with a belly (who else had a crush on Samwise Gamgee in LOTR?) BUT DARK FRANKIE?!?!?!?! Turned it into a full obsession.
I can be your pretty girl by @walkintotheriveranddisappear : The Last of Us, Wow, I devoured every single chapter!!! I thinka bout it so much, ESPECIALLY that scene with Tommy... I've never looked at a pool ball the same way.
Dancing With Wolves by @hon3yboy : Moon Knight, Now, I'm not the biggest monster fucker out there, but this?!?!?!?! WEREWOLF MARC SPECTOR??? Unwell about it.
3 times men jerking off was hot
Caught by @toxicanonymity : The Last of Us, I've mentioned in the authors note for Keep Cry'n that this fic inspired it, it's one I go back to allllll the time
Take Care of me Tonight by @missdictatorme : Moon Knight, Jake is horny and lonely and jerks of..... reader helps, and makes our boy feel special <3
Pent Up by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin : Narcos, Javi is... well... pent up, needs to let loose! and boy does he.
4 times it got gay bc something is wrong with me and I couldn't decide
Behind Enemy Lines by @astroboots : Triple Frontier, Y'all know how much I love this series, seeing as I wrote a fic for it XD but this chapter is something i always hold close <3
Captain of the team by @writefightandflightclub : Triple Frontier, MAAAAAANNNNN this fic is why I will never be the same as a person.
Trine by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction : Sucker Punch. Anyone who reader blue jones should be reading this. Incredible.
What if he never had to go? by @velocibeewords : Triple Frontier, The infamous series I read on my friend bachelorette weekend! So good I couldn't put it down, going so far as to read it at a casino XD Benny and Santi, my babies
3 times underused characters shined
Oxford Comma by @whatthefishh : The Two Faces of January, Tell me, how does someone take a character with almost no following and make a series so damn beloved by many??? Only Mona could.
My Ex's Tapes by @runa-falls : Lighteningface, Basil Stilt AND Jake Lockley??!?! God bless this mess hnnggggg
I'm Getting What's Mine by @winniethewife : The Card Counter, dub con, I think we as a society need more William Tell, and sensory deprivation to break down reader? Amazing.
3 times they talked dirty to me *trumpet noises*
Not a Survivalist Girl by @tightjeansjavi and @chaotic-mystery : The Last of Us, when they finally fuck??? HELLO?!?!! unreal
Only Daddy That'll Walk the Line by @millerscoffee : The Last of Us, Joel is so degrading and condescending in this I think about it so much it's fucking unreal.
Making Trouble by @juneknight : Moon Knight, The fic that completly fried the brains of the moon knight fandom. "You cried like I was killing you—except you were begging me not to stop" yeah. Yeah...
3 times there were three or more
The story of us by @pimosworld : Triple Frontier, This series has a special place in heart bc Priscilla said I influenced a lo of it with the characterizations and thats such a big honor. Priscilla Is so talented and I adore how she writes these guys... and the FishBen wins my heart
Eyes on Me by @cavillscurls : The Last of Us, Soft Joel? Tommy watches? AFTERCARE?!?!?! Y'all know how much I love aftercare.... I should read this again shouldn't I?
Run the Table by @katiexpunk : The Last of Us, MORE TOMMY JOEL THREESOME! MORE!!!! This one came out recently so its still fresh in my mind
3 Times I should NOT have been into that
No Soul to Sell @atticrissfinch : The Last of Us, NON CON V DARK, this is the fic that made me like... yeah I'm into piss. No doubt. It was so dark and hot ;-;
Plushies Series by @pedge-page The Last of Us, Haru knows how much I love this, and it was a toss up between this and their piss kink but seeing as I got that above.... plushes needs more love bc its so soft and domestic and horny <3
Plaything by @missannwinchester : The Last of Us, wow, I adored this fic… then I lost it!!!! Thank you to everyone who helped find it bc it’s one of my favs. I wanna be Joel’s lil doll he dresses up 🥺
3 times I said “this is underrated af”
No One But Me by @koshkamartell : The Last of Us, Are y'all tired of me talking about this fic yet? Koshka told me my series The Wrong Way inspired this so it's special to my heart <3
Safe by @criticallyacclaimedstranger and @apascalrascal : Triple Frontier, Cal has so many good Frankie one shots it was hard to pick, but this one is sooooo soft. We love Frankie being willing to listen and learn.
Through the Scope by @ssuperficialspacecadett : Triple Frontier, Y'all know I love a traumatized reader learning to heal, but his fic is fantastic bc it's a traumatized reader who has done a lot of the work already and is strong and brave as it is <3 Also, all 4 of the guys are her friends now which is the best way to have a fic
Thank you all soooooo much for all these amazing fics and for a great 2023! Well. Not so great, I had terrible time lol but y'all were my solace <3
If you feel so inclined, check out my best of year wrapped for both RomanaRose and Romana-after-dark
I'm not gonna say 2024 is my year, I leanred my lesson XD I am approaching 2024 with RESPECT. It will be the year it is.
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Miss Pearls Kinktober 2022
This is my first Kinktober ya'll and let me tell ya, I am very excited. I'd like to give a very special thanks to Keri, (@absurdthirst - kinktober list), Lua (@starsandskies - kinktober list) and LeeAnn (@the-purity-pen - kinktober list) for providing these prompts. I really appreciate the work you put into creating these for us ❤️
Pre-Warnings (Please Read): There are three fandoms in this Kinktober. (Joel Miller/ Arthur Morgan/Pedro Pascal Characters). All are completed with Female readers (you, Y/N). And lastly, some fics are big with plot, others are small with very little plot. The first fic will be automatically posted tomorrow morning at 7am 🥰
Day One: Size Difference - Joel Miller
Day Two: Thigh Riding - Arthur Morgan
Day Three: Threesome - Joel Miller & Arthur Morgan
Day Four: Breast Worship/Nipple Play - Marcus Pike
Day Five: Window/Balcony Sex - Javier Pena
Day Six: Sleepy Sex - Frankie Morales
Day Seven: Anal - Pero Tovar
Day Eight: Cockwarming - Ezra
Day Nine: Anonymous Sex - Din D'jarin
Day Ten: Creampie - Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels
Day Eleven: Orgasm Denial/Edging - Joel Miller
Day Twelve: Face Sitting - Joel Miller
Day Thirteen: Spanking - Joel Miller
Day Fourteen: Rough Sex + Aftercare - Arthur Morgan
Day Fifteen: Monster Fucking - Max Phillips
Day Sixteen: Restraints - Marcus Pike
Day Seventeen: Rough Sex - Frankie Morales
Day Eighteen: Accidental Stimulation - Din D'jarin
Day Nineteen: Titty Fucking - Pero Tovar
Day Twenty: Double Penetration - Max Phillips
Day Twenty-One: Daddy/Mommy Kink - Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels
Day Twenty-Two: Lingerie - Joel Miller
Day Twenty-Three: Sex Pollen - Joel Miller
Day Twenty-Four: Sex Pollen - Arthur Morgan
Day Twenty-Five: Lactation/Breeding Kink - Arthur Morgan
Day Twenty-Six: Bath/Shower Sex - Din D'jarin
Day Twenty-Seven: Mirror Sex - Frankie Morales
Day Twenty-Eight: Hate Fucking - Pero Tovar
Day Twenty-Nine: Public Sex - Joel Miller
Day Thirty: Hunter/Prey - Werewolf!Joel Miller
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Preview: Queen of Poisons
2nd to last chapter | Fic info
Words: 10,065 (new record! Sweet Kevva!)
Early release was direct to A03 earlier today.
Warnings: see masterpost & a03 tags
About: As the longest night of their lives continues, Ezra has to grapple with his father's appearance as well as the events to come. Even with a solid team at her side, Nyx struggles with sticking to the plan, or making a new one of her own. Decisions are made on all ends that leads the final showdown.
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Ezra cleared the room once the man invited himself in. Aja’s upstairs with Navika. Jett went off to another room, busying herself with sending out warnings, Julien and Jah headed off to the clubhouse to check in with the pack.
Nyx has never seen Ezra like this; his body still, his eyes turbulent storms, his expression tight. Ezra never said much about his dad, or his past in general. But the little she knew was enough - this wasn’t good. In fact, Ezra was sure the man was long dead.
It’s been tense silence since he entered, Nyx remains at Ezra’s side, holding one of his arms with her hand.
The older man studies her, then the room, all the while keeping a cool collected air about him. Then, he speaks,
“Believe it or not son, I kept an eye on you, over the years.”
Ezra’s eyes narrowed, “don’t call me that.”
His father leisurely walks the room. “I thought about visiting for some time - “
Ezra cut in sharply, “this ain't a visit!”
The older man continues anyway, “I heard about what's happening, so I came.”
“Why?” Nyx asked.
“To help.”
Ezra heads for the door, “we don’t need your fucking help - “
“I’m offering it anyway. You don’t know what you’re dealing with, I do.”
The reveal makes Ezra stop in his tracks; he turns to his father.
“Ezra, “he steps closer until Ezra gives him a warning look, then stops. “You and I, we have a lot to discuss, after all this-”
“Get to the point,” Nyx cut in, “you know what we’re dealing with?”
He nods, “that man was crazy before, just never to this - crazy.”
Nyx goes over to Ezra. She takes his hand in hers and whispers, “I’ll kick him out. I’m happy to do it-”
“He could be lying,” Ezra shoots him a cold look, his eyes warming once he focuses on Nyx again, “but he could be telling the truth.”
“We get the intel, then kick his ass out...I can stab him if you want?”
“I like you being protective over me -” Ezra gives her hand a squeeze, then lets it go.
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Idea for a movie trilogy:
Similar to the “Cornetto Trilogy”, an anthology trilogy in which the main connecting feature is the cast and a joke that is split up between all three movies. What I mean is that:
1) the first movie starts a long joke, but the character gets cut off before they can finish it.
2) the second movie has a scene where a character is in the middle of telling a joke. Keen viewers will realize that the joke is picking up where the first movie left off. The character is cut off again.
3) the third movie does the same thing as the previous movie, but the character finally finishes the joke.
We can call this the “Finish The Punchline!” Trilogy.
A hypothetical outline of this trilogy could be:
1) “The Fist of San Diego”: Martial arts comedy film. A young girl (Jenna Ortega) who grew up in a hidden island of warriors is told by the island elder to find the reincarnation of the society’s founder before their enemies do. She ends up in San Diego, California, where she confuses a celebrity martial artist (Pedro Pascal) as the reincarnated founder. Shenanigans ensue as the real reincarnated founder (Steven Yeun) is actually an ordinary Starbucks barista who the young girl just missed.
2) “The Cursed Blade of Muramasa”: Period/historical action adventure movie. In the 1960s, an infamous grave robber (Steven Yeun) discovers a map that leads to the Cursed Blade of Muramasa. Since he can’t decipher the map’s puzzles, he hires an expert (Pedro Pascal), who brings along his daughter (Jenna Ortega). Shenanigans ensue as the father and daughter, who have never been in a dangerous adventure, have to tag along with the grave robber. Along the way, the trio deals with the Yakuza, who are also looking for the blade.
3) “Blood Heist”: A fusion of a heist film and a horror comedy. In a society where supernatural beings and humans coexist with each other, a vampire (Jenna Ortega) stages a heist on a blood bank that is said to have the highest quality of blood in the city. She recruits several vampires to help her. Among them is a hacker (Steven Yeun) who claims he is a vampire, but is actually a werewolf. Along the way, the robbers are being watched by the lead human detective (Pedro Pascal), who has a soft spot for the vampires.
#pedro pascal#jenna ortega#steven yeun#movie idea#film idea#cornetto trilogy#simon pegg#nick frost#edgar wright#shaun of the dead#hot fuzz#the world’s end#martial arts movies#comedy film#action adventure#period movies#horror comedy#heist film#anthology film#anthology series
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fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let’s spread the self-love!
Thank you for the tag @elvenmother 🧡
The Infinity Cube - Marcus Pike x Female Reader ft. Multiple Pedro Boys. I've always loved the idea of the multiverse, so creating a journey featuring so many familiar characters and settings from the Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe was one of the biggest challenges I've ever taken on--but it was totally worth every step 😊
Before. When. After. - Ruescott Melshi x Female Reader. My first fic for a non-Pedro character and good lord I fell so in love with this character while writing this emotional roller coaster. And as someone who usually finds reasons to hate everything I write, it personally means a lot to be able to say I'm proud of so many lines in this.
Rockford & Roan - Tim Rockford x Female Reader. It's a WIP right now, but combining my love of Sherlock and X Men and Pedro really makes me excited working on each new chapter ✨
Little Red's Shadow - Pero Tovar x Female Reader. Werewolf Pero owns such a big piece of my heart. And it's also my only fic to reach over 1k notes (and yeah more than half those notes are me but never ever did I think I'd reach that milestone 😮)
Death and an Angel - Din Djarin x Female Reader. My first ever fanfic--messy and complex, but it's dearly mine to me.
Idk who's been tagged and who hasn't--but feel free to share your works if you want too 😊
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NOV 2022
fandoms featured on this list: star wars, rogue one, andor, moon knight, pedro pascal, triple frontier, multi. fandom
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** I have been taking a little break from the blog, so the Nov & Dec reading list will be a little shorter than usual. There are some really great finds here that I think you will love ! Hope you will stick around xo **
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find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Dec 2022 coming soon ! ✨
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✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !
✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !
STAR WARS
✨ Anakin Skywalker
Making Out with Ani by @laserbrains (gn!reader) **
✨ Din Djarin
Din Djarin helping with your fear of animals by @archieimagines (cw: fear, anxiety, banthas)
Feel It by @ezrasbirdie (din x cobb) **
Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (f!reader)
Oceans in the Desert by @wyn-n-tonic (cw: grief, loss)
Ranting to Din while he repairs the Razor Crest by @archieimagines
Shatter Me (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader) (a season two divergent series)
Touching Din by @archieimagines (sfw touching, angst)
✨ Fennec Shand
Indigo by @artemiseamoon (modern, cinderella, fairytale au) (prince!fennec x ofc)
✨ Luke Skywalker
Shower/Bath Sex with Luke by @laserbrains (afab!reader) **
✨ Obi Wan Kenobi
Crystal Clear by @hellotherekenobi (gn!reader) (cw: battle, injuries, anxiety)
First Lady by @tropodyn (sith!obi wan) (f!reader) (link no longer available 😭)
Stardust (And Other Varieties) by @wickedscribbles (cis afab reader) (cw: implied age gap, force bone, library, mature adult content) **
Temptation’s Kiss by @hellotherekenobi
✨ Poe Dameron
Alright, That Happened by @dreamlandcreations (cw: hair pulling, kinktober) **
Survive Now, Then Flirt by @flightlessangelwings (cw: mild violence, angst) (gn!reader)
You Are In Love (series) by @alwritey-aphrodite (modern au) (f!reader)
ANDOR
✨ Cassian Andor
Hold Me Through the Storm by @archieimagines
✨ Kino Loy
Hoping Against Hope by @saradika (kino loy x wife!oc) **
✨ Ruescott Melshi
Before. When. After. by @littlemisspascal (a three part prison /narkina 5 au) (f!reader) **
MOON KNIGHT
✨ Marc Spector
Helping Marc Through a Panic Attack by @archieimagines (cw: grief, panic, anxiety, nightmares, DID, ptsd, angst)
Marc Winking At You In Public by @archieimagines
✨ Steven Grant
Asking Steven Out to Dinner by @archieimagines
Complaining to Steven About Work by @archieimagines
Dream A Little Dream of Me by @redahlia-writes (f!reader) (fake dating, christmas time)
I’m Right Next Door by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)
I’m Yours by @in-between-the-cafes (f!reader)
PEDRO PASCAL
✨ Ezra (Prospect)
Love you, endlessly by @artemiseamoon (ofc) (read in full on ao3)
✨ Frankie Morales
Seen by @clydesducktape (werewolf au) (f!reader)
✨ Misc. Pedro Characters
How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms
TRIPLE FRONTIER
✨ Benny Miller
A Fall Getaway by @artemiseamoon (f!reader) (read in full on ao3)
MISC./MULTI FANDOM
✨ The Amazing Spider Man
Keeping Secrets by @luveline (cw: blood, injuries)
✨ Black Pather: Wakanda Forever
(** may contain spoilers **)
Namor the Sub-Mariner
My Queen, My Sun and My Sea by @mooncleaver (f!talokan!reader) (cw: death, colonizers)
✨️ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries
An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x the originals) **
✨ Werewolf by Night
Jack Russell
Night Crawling (series) by @moonlight-prose (f!reader)
#star wars fanfiction#andor fanfiction#moon knight fanfiction#pedro pascal character fanfiction#triple frontier fanfiction#tasm fanfiction#marvel fanfiction#the originals fanfiction#the mandalorian fanfiction#pxk monthly reading list 💌#pxk queue#fic recs 💫
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The Hollows | A Crawford Case
Pairing: Male!Original Character x Female Reader
Genre: Action, Adventure, Romance, Tragedy, Horror
Summary: Famous Detective Abe Crawford was on a case when the Ministress of Magic approached him about a new case. He declines at first but a recent attack persuades him. He soon realizes that the Ministress has recruited a team to help investigate and stop the threat. Amongst the team was you, her apprentice and devoted member of the Ministry. Can he rely on you to help him crack this case or will the team’s dynamics interfere?
Inspired By Harry Potter
Summary + Cast | Chapter 1
Sir Ian McKellen as Detective Abe Crawford:
Abe is a detective in the magical world and previously worked at the Ministry. He is famous for capturing the infamous witch Narissa Blackcroft, his lover. He had discovered some truths regarding the case and quit the Ministry. He now works as a private entity, he protects the innocent including creatures. He refuses to have anything to do with Ministry and despises them.
Dame Helen Mirren as Ministress Ophelia Blackcroft:
Ophelia is the ministress and maintains balance between all magical beings and the mortal world. She was Narissa’s younger sister and ally to Abe. That is until she had to prosecute her own sister and execute her. She was elected to be Ministress after that but some council members are still cautious of her. Ophelia has worked hard to prove she is not her sister and only wants peace. She had previously tried to reach out to Abe to apologize but he refuses to see her.
You (Gif is an example of your outfit at the ministry):
Age Range: Mid 20s to Mid 30s
You are one of the smartest and gifted from your class. After graduation you worked for the ministry and caught the attention of Ophelia after you shielded an entire city from a monster attack. She made you her apprentice and planned to have you take her place when the time comes. You don’t know much about the history of Ophelia and Narissa even though many of the council members warned you. You remained focus on your training and mastering your spells. You are a keen observer and quite stealthy. It has aided you in finding any information Ophelia needs you to.
Ben Barnes as Theo Aspen:
Theo is Leon Godfrey’s assistant. His goal is to become the head council or even Minister. When he first heard you became Ophelia’s apprentice, he was jealous. He would often ridiculed you and looked down upon you. That is until you saved his life and now he is at least cordial with you. He likes working for Leon as the two share the same sentiment about the Ministry needing stronger laws on wizards and witches.
Pedro Pascal as Silas Blaine:
A werewolf by night, alcoholic by day. He was born as a werewolf but cursed to turn into one every night regardless of a full moon. At first, he tried to control his transformation and use it to his advantage but he quickly lost control and he slaughtered an entire village. He was banished from his pack and hunted down by Detective Crawford. He escaped to the mountains to avoid hurting anyone else. His brother comes to visit to bring him whatever he needs. Silas has resorted to alcohol to deal with his guilt.
Anya Taylor Joy as Hera Basilian:
Hera has the ability to transform into a basilisk. She still maintains her stature when she is transformed. She was turned into a hybrid by her previous lover. She has used her abilities to her advantage and likes to hang out at bars or clubs late at night. It’s where she can find the finest of prey. She’s been able to escape Detective Crawford by seducing her prey to stop him.
Jensen Ackles as Viggo Hale: (Bruh why is he so hot in this gif??)
Viggo is a vampire that enjoys ripping apart his victims. He has little patience for anyone and resorts to violence to solve most of his problems. He nearly killed Detective Crawford during a fight, had it not been for another wizard intervening. Viggo escaped unfazed and sought out his allies to find information about Abe in case they meet again. He is not an average vampire, he can sustain sunlight by drinking what’s called Silver Blood or blood of a mythical creature.
Karen Gillan as Lucy Sterling:
Lucy is a ghost that has is visible to the magical eye. She was killed by her husband and has never been able to pass on. She sought revenge against him so she would drive any new lover of his crazy. They would go crazy to the point where they would take their own lives and leave her lover broken. Finally the day came where her lover was gone and the home they previously shared was destroyed. It left her displaced and that’s where she met Abe. He took her in and she roams his office, helping him with some of his investigations. She never told Abe the truth to this day...
The Hollows:
Dark creatures that feed on magic. They devour anything in sight and are selective with who they turn into a Hollow. They have never been successful in turning a human into one until they encountered a wizard named Azazel Kirnan. The Hollows have one known weakness, pure white light from a spell cast by a powerful wizard or witch.
Mads Mikkelsen as Azazel Kirnan/Erebus:
Once a wizard who was investigating the Hollows and is now known as Erebus, God of Darkness, by the underground magical world. He was the first and only human turned into a Hollow and has become their leader. He can walk where they can’t and finds victims for them to feast upon. He has kept hidden for now, not wanting to reveal himself to the surface world. But he knows the hunger of the Hollows is strong...
Henry Cavill as Council Member Leon Godfrey:
The second to the head council member and Theo Aspen’s boss. He doesn’t agree with Ministress Ophelia but respects her as his superior. He was Abe’s colleague before he left the Ministry. Unbeknownst to Abe, Leon was the one who reported Narissa to the Ministry.
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#henry cavill#helen mirren#anya taylor joy#pedro pascal#ben barnes#karen gillan#original story#ian mckellen#jensen ackles#mads mikkelsen
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writing as canon and oc characters from selected fandoms but open to crossovers and alternate universes.
『 penned by mae. 30. she/her. gmt +2.
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Natasha Romanoff ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: scarlett johansson)
Wanda Maximoff ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: elizabeth olsen)
Steve Rogers ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: chris evans)
Bucky Barnes ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: sebastian stan)
Yelena Belova ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: florence pugh)
Kate Bishop ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: hailee steinfeld)
Felicia Hardy ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: margot robbie)*
Hermione Granger ✧ harry potter; canon-divergent (fc: emma watson)*
Tifa Lockhart ✧ final fantasy; canon-divergent (hailee steinfeld)*
Josie Saltzman ✧ tvd/legacies; canon-divergent (fc: kaylee bryant)**
Aleksander Hunter ✧ 36; heterosexual; nightclub owner (fc: chris evans) / alt. verse: vampire
Alicia Whitlock ✧ 26; bisexual; car mechanic at her family's car shop (fc: lili reinhart)
Aurora Sanchez ✧ 29; bisexual; waitress in a gentlemen's club (fc: selena gomez)
Caitlyn Lewis ✧ 26; bisexual; bartender (fc: florence pugh) / alt. verse: werewolf-vampire hybrid
Evelyn Martin ✧ 35; bisexual; tattoo studio receptionist (fc: scarlett johansson)
Francesca Rocha ✧ 27; bi-curious; socialite / second-in-line heiress to her family's tequila business (fc: camila mendes)
Jasper Borisov ✧ 38; bouncer at a strip club, retired underground boxer (fc: sebastian stan) / alt. verse: alpha werewolf
Joey Davis ✧ 26; bisexual; fitness worker / part-time model (fc: hailee steinfeld)
Katherine Ivankov ✧ vampire-witch hybrid; age unknown; bisexual; socialite (fc: elizabeth olsen - might change)
Liliana Cooper ✧ 33; pansexual; hotel manager / single mother (fc: elizabeth olsen)
Matthew Brooks ✧ 32; heterosexual; independent contractor and free-lance agent (fc: aaron taylor-johnson)
Oliver Carter ✧ 37; heterosexual; former professional burglar / security consultant (fc: andrew garfield)
Rafael Santiago ✧ 44; heterosexual; freelance photographer, single father, retired enforcer of a drug cartel (which disbanded after the boss died) (fc: pedro pascal)
River Grace ✧ 26; bisexual; gaming-streamer, sugar baby (fc: zendaya)
Valerie Booker ✧ 50; bisexual; english high school teacher (fc: rachel weisz)
muses that are currently not available/not active:
Vivienne Flamel ✧ harry potter; 25; heterosexual; pureblood; unspeakable (danielle rose russell)
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𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖟
he was born forty-three years ago, he is a werewolf who lives in bowden as the owner of the fable, and is in no pack. he looks an awful lot like pedro pascal.
“throw me to the wolves and i'll return leading the pack.”
TW: drugs, alcohol, experiments, military & violence.
Lucas was born to a single mother and struggled to fit in from the moment he could socialise with other kids his age, as a result he kept to himself and learnt to enjoy his own company until he started High School and finally found a group of his friends he could rely on. With a lot of pent up anger and resentment from his poor upbringing, Lucas quickly found himself getting into trouble whether it be starting fights, dealing or drinking. With only his mother to depend on, who also struggled with alcohol dependency, Lucas had nowhere to go but down. He'd always been a smart kid, he'd spent so many years with his head in books he'd taught himself plenty but growing up in High school all he wanted to do was impress his group of friends and he'd do anything necessary to make that happen. It didn't matter how smart he was, Lucas never believed he would get anywhere in life.
After High school he went on to join the Dog Soldier program with his best friend, Rafael Perez, they'd met shortly before school and he'd gone on to be the only person Lucas found himself able to rely on. He'd follow him wherever he went. If Rafael told him to jump, Lucas would ask him how high. So when his friend joined the army, Lucas followed. The pair were inseparable and they went on to suffer and survive the experiments they were put through. The Lucas that had left to join the army never truly came home after that, the deal they'd struck meant he'd promised he'd never speak of what had happened, but even if he could have he wouldn't. For a long time Lucas barely uttered a word to anybody. When he tries to speak he often finds himself stuttering over his words, unable to form proper sentences. He lost contact with what was left of the pack, Rafael included, and went on to find himself forming unhealthy habits surrounding alcohol and sometimes drugs.
However over time Lucas started to see the perks to being a werewolf and eventually started to dig himself out of the hole he'd found himself in. After some tragic events the wolf refuses to speak of, Lucas left town and found himself in Opulence. He started to volunteer at the fable before he eventually went on to work there, earning himself enough money to find himself a place in Bowden after sleeping rough for some time. While he still keeps to himself, Lucas has worked hard to try and make a better life for himself, though it's not without its struggles.
Now that he owns the Fable, Lucas focuses his attention fully on his work, managing being a werewolf and hopes one day to find himself in a better position. He continues to struggle with his stutter on occasion and the enhanced hearing he's gained as a result of settling in Opulence can sometimes cause him some distress but Lucas has learnt to adapt to his own way of living and wants to begin again in any way he can.
“what power did he attain when settling in opulence?”
When he settled into opulence, Lucas gained an enhanced ability to hear from a long distance. While he tries to keep to himself this ability has proven to be more of a hindrance to help them, often overhearing conversations as he learns to be more mindful of his new power.
this character is…taken
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CHARACTER BASICS
Full Name: Silas Sanguis
Nickname: Sisi ( only his brother calls him this purely to anger him )
Age: 46/961
Gender: cis man
Pronouns: he & him
Ethnicity: Chilean, Peruvian & White
Nationality: Italian
Education: Quite a bit, he's definitely taken up classes over time.
Occupation: Recruiter & Enologist
Hometown: Sicily, Italy
Current location: Sanguis Point, mostly.
Species: Vampire
Written Aesthetics: a red stain blooming upon white sheets, the jagged side of the cliff's edge, a lonely mansion on top of a hill, your hands are stained with blood and your heart with tears & wine stained lips
trigger warning: mentions of death, blood,
CHARACTER APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Pedro Pascal
Height: 5'11" / 1.8
Hair Colour: light brown
Eye Colour: dark brown
Dominant Hand: ambidextrous
Distinguishing Features: charming smile, strong jawline, tall stature, distinctive voice, intense gaze, chiseled features
SUPERNATURAL EXTRAS
Abilities: immortality, superhuman strength etc., fangs, flight, he's mastered compulsion though he has to have feasted on fresh blood for it to be strong.
Have you always been aware of your abilities?: I haven't always been a vampire, so, no.
What supernatural creature is your character most scared of?: I've heard nasty rumors about werewolf bites, but I wouldn't say I fear them. I just do my best to avoid them during a full moon and all other times, have you noticed they leave a scent behind?
Who or what would they die for? There's very few he'd die for now.
Does your character fight or flee? Fight.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: charismatic, loyal, protective, resilient, noble,
Negative Traits: ruthless, egotistical, manipulative, self-destructive, lack of empathy, controlling, arrogant, vengeful
Neutral Traits: artistic, stoic, versatile sophisticated, diplomatic,
Goals/desires: take the power away from his brother
Fears: death, losing control, his family ( both of and for them )
Hobbies: wine tasting / making, traveling, social gatherings, music, literature, dancing & yoga
Habits: can be a night owl, drinking blood from a wine glass unless it's fresh, going on excursions and claiming they are for the court and to recruit / help more lost vampires
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Q’S
QUESTION ONE: were you born on the island, if so, what kind of curiosities do you have about the world beyond? if you weren’t, what do you miss about the world outside veritas isles?
No, though I do miss the freedom of traveling whenever I desire, I hate that I now must go through a bloody court to get permission. I'm nearly a century old, I don't need permission.
QUESTION TWO: what is your favorite part about the island?
It is quite interesting and unique to be living in a place with so many different species, and it is quite nice knowing that vampires have more of a sway over the court than others do.
QUESTION THREE: if your character is supernatural, do they fear humans? if human, do they fear the supernatural?
Not necessarily, or not anymore. He's worse than any human.
QUESTION FOUR: share a fun headcanon or fact about your character! this doesn’t have to be long, just something to introduce us to your character!
Silas is the younger brother to Lazarus, growing up they were relatively close and they might've even said they loved one another. Deep down, that love is still there, though they'd never admit it now, but one might be able to guess given how they still live in close enough proximity after a near century.
ADDITIONAL HEADCANON
Sanguine Sonata is the name of his blood-infused wine.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
more family members
enemy with benefits?
perhaps someone that he's somewhat friends with in the rogue pack
etc
#c: silas sanguis#intro: silas#vih.intro#**#template credit: unholymilf#i have more thoughts for him in my head but at the moment i can't put them to words so i'll be updating this later
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Writing = fun
Editing = not fun
This is a a long ass chapter and I’m not done editing yet. Not even halfway yet. I also had a long day so editing while tired 😫😫😫 but still very excited to update this!
Stay tuned. It will premier late tonight but y’all can read in the morning if it’s too late for you 💜 just look out for that A03 email.
Update preview here
Queen of Poisons - update coming late tonight
#werewolf Ezra#Ezra prospect#Ezra x nyx#Queen of poisons#pedro pascal characters#werewolf x huntress
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