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lcbcshcart · 2 years
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Igniting An Old Flame. || Scott and Alec.
“Why do I always get stuck with this bullshit?”
A question that has popped into Alec's thoughts many times. Finding himself in a rather dangerous situation. Being chased by at least half a dozen rabid werewolves. It was a simple case. Find out who was taking people from their homes and be on his way back to the office. No. Not this time. Alec had dug up a rabbit hole to come inside the rink to these wolves, who have been taking people from their homes. Converting them to werewolves. Their numbers were growing and there was no sight of it being stopped. Running in the woods, running for his life is more like it. He can take on half a dozen werewolves on his own. He knows he doesn’t have the muscle for it. He thought two on one would be okay, but after taking them out, they faced him with a few more coming his way. That last fight messed him up. Badly. Arm badly hurt, dragging himself as he runs for it. Dodging branches, jumping over large logs all while having werewolves chase him. Not a fun time for anyone. What to do?
Alec finds himself on the edge of the cliff. Running alongside the edge. Still being chased after. There’s no sign these wolves are going to stop. They have their sights on him and they’ll take him out. Looking down at the edge of the cliff, a rapid stream is down below. A quick thought came to him. If the water is deep, then he can get away, no way the wolves would chase him into the water. If they don’t know how to swim. Even with a hurt arm, Alec needs to make a choice. Alec is running out of cliff edge and needs to decide. Quickly coming up to the end point, the alpha makes the jump. Rapid water running down a long stream that seems like it has no end. Quickly falling, hitting the water hard. The savage wolves came to a stop at the edge of the cliff. None of which are taking the risk of jumping as well. They all thought their problems ended. No need to pursue anymore. All scurried back to their pack. No need to worry about a half human anymore.
Struggling with the tide, trying to swim to the edge of the stream, but with one arm, it’s proving to be very difficult. Gasping for air, water going to his lungs. Did he make the wrong call for the jump? Damn. It seems so. Fighting against a rapid stream is harder than what the movies make it out to be. Alec was getting tired, swimming with one arm isn’t fun nor easy to get out of the water. Feeling tired, trying every bit to swim to the edge, thinking maybe shifting might work. In the last second of it, pushing through the pain of his shift to his werewolf form, he quickly uses both arms to get out of the rapid water, pushing through the pain of it all. Finally, coming up to the edge of a shore. Tired isn’t the right word. Exhausted is more like it. Collapsing on the floor, tired from his running and swimming. He had to rest or else risked getting even more hurt while going back into the woods. On the spot he rests on, he passes out from exhaustion and pain. Hopefully, when he wakes up, he can recover.
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heavensfirstson · 3 years
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This Shouldn’t Be Possible. || Scott and Michael.
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Rumors have spread far and wide. Heaven caught wind of angels going missing for some time now. That shouldn’t be possible, seeing as how angels can track one another. One angel believes there is some sort of magic or warding that is preventing other angels to find their siblings. It’s hard to imagine that some entity has the power or knowledge to make such a spell. How they got their hands on such magic is beyond Michael’s understanding. He believed God sealed away many books that deal with angelic magic. It seems like one entity has got their hands on such knowledge. It made Michael feel wary of the situation. Of course he needs to investigate and bring his siblings back home, if they’re still alive. Many believe they’re gone from this plane of existence.
Doing this mission alone may not be as easy as one thinks so. Michael needs to enlist the help of someone who knows magic. One individual comes to mind. A certain Scott McCall comes straight to mind. A half human Michael had become acquaintances with who is also half werewolf who comes from a line of magic folk. Unfortunately, it’s a line of dark magic, but the young man has made it clear to the archangel he does not indulge himself in such trials. Dark magic is the least of their worries, but Michael can’t help but to feel hesitant. He’s only known Scott for a short amount of time and he shows promise. This one time, just this one time, he’ll ask for help.
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The air felt unsettling as Michael makes his way to Scott’s home. A loud knock on the door, hoping for the young witch to be home. Worry fills the archangel’s mind. Worry about his sibling’s life is in danger. If only he was better equipped to take on such a foe, but knows nothing of new age magic, only old magic. Angelic magic as well. As he waits, he comes up with enemies that come to mind. One being his younger brother. Lucifer. Is it possible his young brother has devised a spell to conceal their sibling’s presence? That alone made Michael infuriated. To think someone like Lucifer might be capable of coming up with such a thing. He’s jumping to conclusions. He needs to take a step back and collect his thoughts.
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sxmebrxs · 3 years
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@xwolfbonds​ closed starter // henrik & scott
Henrik wasn’t exactly sure what this relationship was. On one hand, him and Scott had become really close friends over the past year even while he was away at school. Coming back to New Orleans meant that they would spend even more time together. And when they’d met-up again, it felt like everything was just how they’d left off. It would have been a lie to say that Henrik wasn’t majorly attracted to his new friend. He just simply hadn’t broken that to Scott to avoid scaring the other off. What they were doing now was good enough for him. 
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Tonight, the two werewolf-witches were in the market for some magical herbs. Henrik looked over to where Scott was standing and smiled. “Find what you’re looking for?” Henrik asked before showing the small container that was in his own hands. “Acacia. It’s to help with astral projections.” Some of his friends from school were expecting him to magically project himself back every now and again. He had a few others herbs as well within his arms which he’d be paying for shortly. “What else do you need?”
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tigerincahoots · 3 years
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BEACON HILLS. It was probably the most stupid and dangerous place that Kevin had ever been to --- and he had travelled all over the globe hunting for supernatural creatures. Truth be told, the town itself was so mundane and quaint for untrained eyes that it could be the best of places for him to settle down --- if retirement was ever in the cards dealt for him. But for the time being, he was there for different reasons. Not to hunt some lunatic werewolf that had gone rogue or to gather intel on an ancient Celtic tree that possessed powers that few could truly understand. If only things were that easy that time around.
BUT NO. Things were not easy. Pausing his hand before he knocked on Scott’s door, Kevin could feel his jaw clenching with untapped rage. He was not one to disobey direct orders from his superiors but this time around? Being sent to Beacon Hills to hunt down genetically modified humans or study a tree was one thing. In the time he had been there, Kevin had made… friends. The majority of Scott’s pack he point blank hated with the exception of Lydia, the Banshee --- always so smart ---, Malia, the werecoyote that always asked him for brand new ways to butcher someone… and Scott McCall. The True Alpha that he happened to screw around every now and then.
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YET, THERE WAS MORE TO BE DONE THERE. A new assignment. One that required capture and extraction. Something that should be particularly easy for him since he had gained the trust of the mark. His Organization wanted Scott. The concept of a True Alpha was so incredibly rare that they wanted to study him. Probably lock him in a cell and experiment on him --- comparing his power to Alphas who had stole their position in the hierarchy. Compel him to become a weapon under torture and drugs --- and if they failed: eliminate the target so that Scott could never pose a damn threat to them or any of their operatives. Maybe they assumed the wolf had more influence on him than they expected. All that not-killing policy and whatever BS Scott usually pulled.
INSTEAD OF KNOCKING, KEVIN SIGHED AND WITHDREW HIS HAND. Instead, he would text Scott. Give him precious seconds of confusion --- letting his mind form all the questions he would want to ask. It was a lot better than just knocking on his door and tell Scott that he needed to leave Beacon Hills for an undisclosed amount of time. Give the man some time to bid his farewells and set his own life in order. It was the least he could do for someone who had crawled under his skin over the past months.
[ TXT: MCCALL]: Pack a bag with some clothes and meet me by the reserve in 30. [ TXT: MCCALL]: I need to take you out of Beacon Hills for some time. Find some excuse to justify your absence but do not tell people you’re coming with me. All questions will be answered later. Be a good mutt for once. 
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unsaintedfox-a · 4 years
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semi- plotted starter for @xwolfbonds​
Deshi had been lucky to have Kira accept him back into her life after so long. It had been rocky at first but somehow they worked through it. She had gotten control over her powers for the most part and he was there to help her with anything she needed. Always behind their parents back of course.
The Kitsune had gone out on a job, something that he had anticipated to only last a week that rolled out to over a month. It was frustrating and tiring that he had had nearly screamed in victory once it was over. Whenever he went out on a job, he never really had the chance to check in with Kira. Now, he was back home and laying in bed reading over new jobs and waiting to get a response from his sister. Usually, it took less than a few minutes for Kira to respond and it was starting to make him uncomfortable the longer time went on.
That’s when he started to hear banging on his front door, cursing under his breath as he forced himself up and tugged on a shirt. If Deshi was by himself, he’d just walk around in a pair of briefs or nothing at all. He figured answering the door in briefs and a shirt wouldn’t be that big of a deal, growling at the disturbance to his peace. Swinging the door open, he glared at the intruder. “What?” He froze for a moment when he realized who it was, staring at Scott with confusion. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Since Kira and Scott had split up, he didn’t see the wolf as often as before. It wasn’t that he hated the kid, it was more that it made him realize how much he missed of his sister’s life. “Shouldn’t you be chasing a car or something?” No one could say that Deshi was past making dog jokes.
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itsagentzero · 4 years
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Their paths had already crossed more than once. Was it a coincidence? Hardly. Chris had been in the business long enough to not believe in those. While he hated the idea of fate, the fact that he kept running into the young latino while following some leads remained. He knew for a fact he wasn’t the target, but the nature of their movements could only mean one thing: they were both after the same prey.
They were faced once again, in a dark alley, as they followed with their eyes a trail of blood. Allies were in short supply lately and, despite not really knowing anything about the other, at least he knew enough to know he wasn’t hostile.
Not hostile was his favorite kind of people.
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“Look, man, I’m just gonna go ahead and say what we’re all thinking: we’re after the same bastard.”
A statement, confident and calm, as he leaned back against the closest wall to give his companion a thorough look from top to bottom.
“How about we do it together? Instead of stepping on each other’s tails.”
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oceancoralx · 4 years
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Ocean would have been foolish to believe that he was the only one out there on the night of a full moon. The energy that it charged had a ripple effect upon everyone from humans through to vampires. This was why he’d attempted to find a secluded spot. It was a case of either braving what could potentially have been drawn out there by the moon or wasting the intense, heightened energy of the full moon. He wanted to access a riskier cast, one that required more energy than he could supply alone and he’d had to wait until a full moon to do so. He knew the woods well by now but no amount of planning could have dispelled the chance that he could have been disturbed. He just wasn’t expecting the familiar face that emerged from the shadows and into the exposure of the light through the trees.
He’d laid out the tools for the circle and was kneeling before a tree, surrounded by candles that stood at the ends of a pentagram drawn in salt. He’d caught sight of the eyes first. Once he’d gotten onto his feet again, he’d remained frozen. A werewolf was hard to mistake, but slowly he shifted into something features that were unnervingly familiar. Recognition washed over him. “Scott?” He let out, his brows knitted, expression twisted by shock and confusion. He broke the circle, his focus elsewhere. He watched wolf features dissolve into the warm, friendly human face of the boy he found sweet and charming. The man bathed in moonlight no longer looked soft, though. He was stronger than he’d appeared before.  This was more of him than he’d seen before, in every sense. This was beyond anything he thought Scott was capable of. His stance grew defensive as the circumstances settled on his brain. They were both raw and exposed.
“Okay, I’m gonna’ need you to open your mouth and say something.” Ocean’s expression was pained and stiff. “And please don’t look at me like that. I... can explain.” 
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fortunetellsrp · 4 years
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Alistair hadn’t wanted to be a king. He never wanted to marry Anora, and have a whole kingdom depending on him after he saved it from a blight. The world had little care for what he wanted, truly, as anyone could say, and though he’d long since forgiven the warden for it, having his... friend put him there was still a sore spot especially when he so easily left him to his own devices and ran off to maker knows where.
Now, alone and cut off from the one person who might understand his situation he felt powerless enough to reach out to an unknow. It was true one might say going into the deep roads and having a fitting end would be braver, or the right choice but well, he didn’t feel like dying today, not without his best friend at least, if he was even alive. Maker, he hoped he hadn’t gone off to the deep roads alone. 
Be it as it may, here he was, riding off on his horse yet again, reaching the gates of Skyhold, leaving the kingdom for Anora to handle and hoping the rumors about the wardens being allys to the Inquisition were true, maybe then he’d find the answer he was looking for, maybe he still had some years left to live.
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He was taken to the throne room. Should Inquisitors have throne rooms, he wondered, should he be offended as a king himself? No matter, he simply followed the guards, reaching the throne with a tired smile. “Inquisitor. A pleasure seeing you again.” He started, remembering the few words exchanged while they dealt with the mage situation. “Perhaps one day it won’t be in the middle of a crisis.”
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beastingtm · 4 years
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@xwolfbonds​ is smarter than you.
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        IT GNAWS AT THE BACK OF HIS HEAD. He’s close. His senses ran high, blood pulsing through his veins -- the sound vividly ringing through his head. His eyes, vigilant for every slightest move. He knows his target is near. He could sense him.
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redemptivexheroics · 4 years
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New Allies
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Henrik was making his way back to his apartment from the Mystic Grill which was hosting a friends Bachelor party because they were getting married in two weeks and since he worked there he had set up. He decided to not drive his friends tended to get wild when they drank so protect his car he left it at home. All was fine until he heard what sounded like a struggle going on, he turned the corner and show a group of people and looks like they were getting ready to gang up on someone, who that person was he wasn’t sure but Henrik dropped his bag which had hanging over his shoulder and sped into action and they were vampires he tossed them aside like they were nothing, not one to kill unless necessary. “Unless you bastards want to feel the wrath of a Mikaelson, I suggest you beat before I show you your still beating heart before you slump to the ground dead” 
The vampires got up took one look at Henrik and were gone. He had a feeling they’d be back, with Klaus and Elijah gone more and more people were getting bold against the reminder of the Mikaelson family. He turned to who they were ganging up on and he nearly tripped over himself. He was a Mikaelson, an originals werewolves were no threat to him but he still hadn’t gotten over his paranoia.
“Something tells me my interference wasn’t needed” 
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maleshaven · 4 years
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      It had been one moon and a half since they started their serious escape as far away from the Tevinter Empire as they could. They both demonstrated they were good with their abilities — Benz with the magic and Scott with his wolf form. The first time he had seen him turned Benz had felt fear, respect. Now he could walk besides him, with one hand on the wolf’s neck, and he would even feel more secure than when he walked alone.
      Far from the shore in which Benz had found and rescued Scott, they were now reaching the limits of Nevarra, alongside the Imperial Highway but not using it, for Benz’s priority was to keep them hidden. “I don’t like this.” It was already night, and Benz was wearing nothing but some thin short trousers that served as underwear. Next to the improvised tent they used to sleep, he was washing his body, eyes fixed on the horizon. “We will reach the Silent Plains tomorrow. We’ll be able to get food, but...” a sigh substituted his next words as he took an old rag, soaked it in the water they had gathered two days ago in a river and started rubbing his body with it. “It’s said that a clan of my people lived there, and that their Keeper found Fen’Harel here. Now there’s no one. If something happened to me there...”
         Benz shook his head. Another problem was the heat they’d suffer at daytime, for it was nothing else than a desert, uninhabited for decades except for some animals. “But as soon as we cross it, we’ll be out of the Empire’s territory. I feel tired of running, yet my journey is far from over.” The elf washed his pits before wringing the rag to dry it from the excess of water — only to soak it again and move on to his legs. “Unless you want to go in a different direction and have a better route, Scott.” Only now he looked at his companion in the eyes. He had started giving Scott al the affection and love he didn’t receive in his life, and now it was Benz the one who needed it, the one who became dependant of someone else for the first time in his life.
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pieceintheirgxmes · 4 years
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closed starter for @xwolfbonds
      River would on occasion stay late, he was the main lawyer for the company after all, a job he was very well aware of given to him because of his father. He wanted it known throughout not only the company but the others he did business with that while he got the job thanks to familial ties it didn’t mean he wasn’t qualified or in fact great at what he did. That said when he did stay back late it was usually solely for the company and his own work, tonight was a little different. River had come across one of his father’s new hires and instantly there had been some fun back and forth flirting, which was how he had been roped into staying back to help Scott out. He figured that he’d help Scott learn the system then he could easily segway that into after-work drinks, ‘welcome’ Scott to the company his father asked. Someone about Scott felt familiar as if the two of them already had history which was qual parts odds as it was comforting. Whatever it was River had found the man attractive and it seemed Scott was possibly somewhat interested since the two of them had a rather flirty back and forth.
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      So once he was done with his work he headed over to Scott’s desk, his shirt, and pants tailored to perfection, hugging every curve and bulge. “So Scott, still need my help?” He questioned as he came around to the side Scott was sat at and perched himself on the side of Scott’s desk. “Or did you figure it all out on your own?”
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chasingtides423 · 4 years
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Time’s Up?
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Being under Cassandra’s (Professor Xavier’s sister) watch was something of a miracle if that could even be a word brought to life at this point. The factions of mutants spread across the globe were getting fewer and fewer as the Sentinels grew in numbers, continued to absorb mutant abilities, and sought pure genocide. Owen Adler otherwise known as Breach was separated from his brothers. The telepathic psionic mutant searched every city they were in even if for brief moments at times but to no avail did he find them. He hadn’t given up hope.
He somewhat knew a mutant by the first name of Billy otherwise known as Wiccan but the two hadn’t gotten close. A tracking mutant’s voice rang through their ears suddenly as he made connection with the mutants hiding in the caves of the mountains outside a large city in Romania. Breach rose from what little sleep he’d managed to get and saw how his friends and allies were gathering up their items. Had his brother been here they would have been portaled out but that wasn’t the case here. “We have to split up.” Breach suddenly responded, fear yet hope in his eyes as he stared at their commander. He stepped up side by side with Billy, turning his head their eyes briefly meeting. “We won’t all survive...but there is no way we will make it out if we stick together.” Whether or not Cassandra agreed he ran quick back to his bunk using his telekinesis to help him gather things waving his hands as quickly as possible filling up his bag before he slung it over his shoulder. There was a large “boom” in the distance and chaos sprung. He ran right past Wiccan, their eyes meeting again and he took off to the right heading up a path which rounded back away from the forest.
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sxmebrxs · 4 years
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@xwolfbonds // Gideon & Scott
He’d been on the run for so long. Everything that he’d experienced before now had at least some kind of weakness for him to exploit. Even with power-stealing siphoners running around, at least they were a person that could die like anyone else. This monster though, this beast, it was unlike anything Gideon had ever dealt with. Perhaps it was due to that Malivore pit, releasing shit like this back into the world from centuries ago. No one had wanted to help him back home. He couldn’t blame them, though. Witches were utterly useless when coming into contact with this creature. So Gideon ran, going to the place with a large pack of werewolves that might consider aiding him. And if there was a magical solution, perhaps their half-witch and half-werewolf leader would have the answer. Walking through the bayou now, Gideon spotted sight of a wolf. “Hey,” the witch called out. “I need to talk to your alpha. I need to talk to Scott.” 
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tigerincahoots · 3 years
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V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?)
Dirty A-Z headcanon game
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Kevin likes both. He likes to watch, knowing that the people fucking are aware of him there and knowing that they will do everything to impress him / gain some sort of praise. It turns him on to watch others going at it - just as much as it turns him on knowing that others are watching him fuck. And in these cases, he likes to keep some visual contact with the people watching. Fuck hard and deep while never breaking the eye contact, making the other person wonder how it would feel to be fucked by him. 
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unsaintedfox-a · 3 years
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