#about mason and about the beast and about mason being the beast

[letthestorieslive]

The Boy   -   The Beast

For @masonhewittappreciation week, day 2 : Monstrous

[kneworder]

teen wolf is at its heart a show about teenagers turning into horrible monsters. their awareness of this fact alternates every other season. neatly sidestepped the constantly oneupping their villains until they have to fight god problem that so many teen dramas fell for by just doing the same thing every single season and getting away with it.

[theeoriginals]

ok but what about werewolf!reader who is protective over tyler lockwood since mason died, and she's at senior prank night when klaus turns tyler. i imagine klaus being curious about her bc he hasn't seen or met her since she doesn't hang around elena & co. bc of what they did to mason. love u and thank you for blessing us with all these requests!!

i think i want you | klaus mikaelson

klaus mikaelson x reader (no y/n!)

author's notes; sorry this took a while!! holidays got the best of me and i've been so busy. i hope u like this!! go check out my klaus fic on wattpad for more content :) link on my masterlist

warnings; mentioned violence & death but nothing explicit. this is genuinely just a lot of fluff, and only a tiny bit of angst. I like writing klaus being straight up infatuated so enjoy

She’s heard of him. Klaus Mikaelson. Not only is he an Original, but he’s the worst of them. He’s a mystery, a myth of a man. The hybrid. The only one of his kind, and he’s trying to make more. He’s trying to become a god of his own making. He’s a terrifying beast, even in their world of monsters. He is the monster beneath your bed, he is the boogeyman that you see in the shadows of alleyways and glimpses out of the corner of your eye.

When she meets him for the first time, she expects something out of a fairytale, she supposes. It was unintentional, the image of him she had in her head, but she’s heard of this fabled man her whole life as a warning of what can happen if you grow lonely in this life. 

She figured if she ever met Klaus Mikaelson, it’d be the first and only time. There weren’t many stories based on people’s personal interactions with him for a reason. If he bothered to pay you a personal visit and not just send one of his cronies out to deal with you, it probably meant you wouldn’t be seeing another day. 

But instead of that, instead of meeting her demise at the hand of the infamous man for some offense she most likely didn’t even mean to do, she meets him in the high school gym in Mystic Falls, Virginia. 

She meets him, and he’s just a man. 

He’s a terrible man, no doubt, but just a man. She is perhaps wrongfully unafraid of him because of this. It most likely doesn’t bode well for her, because even though he looks just as human as the rest of them, she doesn’t doubt those stories about him are all real, and likely worse than the retellings. 

But she was raised with a pack that taught her to be unafraid in the face of death, and even though she doesn’t have that pack anymore because of men just like Klaus Mikaelson, she wants Tyler to know the security and safety of it just as she had. 

She does not flinch when he looks her way, and resists the urge to rip his head off of his shoulders when he snaps Tyler’s neck and puts Bonnie on a timer for finding a way to bring him back to life as a hybrid. 

She knows she can’t win a fight against him, so she doesn’t fight back, not even as he forces Tyler to drink the doppelgänger’s blood and turns him into a hybrid. A half-dead, half-wolf thing that her pack would likely call him an abomination for. It’s a very dark, comforting thought to her that they aren’t around to condemn Tyler to the ends of the earth for something that was entirely out of his control. 

She knows Tyler is frightened of her doing that, just by the way he looks at her. He learned from Mason and herself that there’s a sense of loyalty to their kind, and that vampires are an inherent enemy. Even his relationship with Caroline would be enough to get him shunned from most werewolf communities at this point. Though, even Mason himself didn’t take that into consideration considering his relationship with one of the doppelgängers. 

After everything is said and done that night, she takes Tyler home without saying a single word to Klaus. Anything she wants to say will get her killed, and Tyler needs her more than ever now, so she can’t get ahead of herself. 

Tyler sheds rare tears in the privacy of his home. He tells her he’s terrified right now because of the fact that a part of him is technically dead now, and that he’s never felt like a monster about being a werewolf until now. 

She does her best to comfort him, but it doesn’t help much. She doesn’t know what he’s feeling right now and they both know it. If the circumstances were any different, she’d probably think he was the new enemy. 

He falls asleep eventually and she leaves him be, heading to her temporary room in the Lockwood mansion. She falls asleep looking at the moon just outside her window, thinking about how she was just a little disappointed in the fact that Klaus Mikaelson is just a man. 

────── 

The next time she sees Klaus Mikaelson, it’s in the tea room in the Lockwood house. He somehow looks even more underwhelming in this place, despite its grandiosity. She doesn’t know why or when she’s going to stop feeling so disappointed in the fact that if she didn’t know any better, she could’ve walked past him on the street without even looking his way. 

He’s there for Tyler, she knows, but Carol’s playing her role of oblivious hostess, and now she’s left to entertain him while Carol goes and handles a small, mayoral emergency. 

Carol leaves them with a charming smile, winking her direction, and she ignores the older woman pointedly. 

“I don’t think I got your name the other night at the school,” Klaus says, tilting his head as he looks at her. “I’m not usually so rude, but the stakes were high and I ran out of patience. You know how it is.” 

She narrows her eyes, shaking her head a bit. “A thousand years old and you haven’t worked on your patience? Maybe your priorities are a little skewed,” 

Klaus’s eyes flash with danger, but she swears she sees amusement in the smirk that pulls at his lips. It sparks that flint inside of her that likes to push and push, just to see the breaking point. She’d tried to deny it, but it only takes the smallest moment for that desire to set its sights on Klaus Mikaelson, even though pushing him could mean death. Her curiosity was a fatal flaw in itself, she knows.

“My only goal in life has been to break this curse,” He says, leaning forward to sit the cup of tea Carol had brought him on the table in between them, the only obstacle stopping him from lunging for her and snapping her neck before she could even blink. She wonders if he’s even aware of all the ways he could kill her, just by looking at her in this mundane setting. She doesn’t know if she actually wants an answer to that, though. “And now I’ve done that. I think a thousand years of this has proven I have nothing but patience.” 

She hums, acknowledging the fact that he was right. She couldn’t imagine being in his shoes, waiting a thousand years to break a curse that kept you from being who you are. Even now, knowing that the Sun and the Moon curse was fabricated in order to help Klaus break the only curse– his curse– when it comes down to it, she can’t blame him for his insistence. 

But she thinks about Tyler and how frightened he was, and she can’t stop the annoyance that builds in her all over again, so any bit of understanding washes away like sand beneath the rising tides. 

She shrugs, unwilling to vocalize the depth of her understanding, as miniscule as it may be. “Still, choosing a hormonal teenage boy as your first hybrid probably wasn’t the smartest decision, wouldn’t you say?” 

Klaus narrows his eyes at her and she stubbornly sits still, unwavering beneath his prolonged, burning stare. “You’re protective of him. I understand why you wouldn’t like me. But I’ve just made him the strongest creature he could ever be. He won’t need you, or any other pack he might have been clinging to before this.” 

And this, she thinks, is the biggest indicator to why she’s not properly afraid of this man before her. It’s not just because he looks unfortunately normal, spare his admittedly beautiful face, or that he’s yet to truly focus any of his true capabilities of danger in her direction. It’s that, at the end of the day, Klaus Mikaelson is just as human as the rest of them are. Because no matter how long you live, or what kind of creature you are, everyone gets lonely. 

“On the contrary,” She says, blinking slowly as she scans his face. “Tyler needs me now more than ever. And any pack would be lucky to have him around. That’s the whole point of a pack. You know that you’re never alone, no matter what happens.” 

To a degree, she knows that’s a lie. There are plenty of packs out there that will banish Tyler and any other hybrid that is made in the coming months because of the rivalry between the creatures that the hybrids are made of. But she also knows that for every pack that will turn them away, there’s one that won’t. There’s always someone, even if it’s just one person, and she’s willing to be that person for Tyler, or for any other hybrid that goes through the loss of their pack. 

“It’s a shame you’ve never known what that’s like,” She says, leaning forward to set her own cup of tea down, a mirror of his actions a moment ago. “Unwavering loyalty and trust, and a sense of family that never goes away. You may think that Tyler has no one, but I will always be here for him, just as I was his uncle.” 

Something defensive passes through his face and he stands abruptly, making her tilt her head back to maintain eye contact with him. 

Klaus leans down into her space, and they glare at each other with a surprising amount of vitriol that neither one of them feels is even genuine. 

“You can cling to your idea of family all you want, but it won’t change the fact that Tyler isn’t just a werewolf anymore. And as much as you may want to deny it, you can’t help him anymore just like you couldn’t help his poor uncle,”

He stands upright again, looking at her almost accusingly. “But since it’s causing no harm to me, I suppose there’s no real reason to make you give up this desperate mission. I wish you the best of luck, dear, truly,” 

He doesn’t wait for a response from her before he leaves, and after her initial anger and embarrassment wears off, she realizes he never even talked to Tyler like she assumed he came here to do in the first place. 

────── 

Mystic Falls has never felt like a smaller town. She’s never run into someone so many times when all she wants to do is avoid them. 

It’s like all of the sudden, since that very first night she saw Klaus Mikaelson, he’s everywhere. He’s in Tyler’s house, because the newly-made hybrid suddenly worships him. He’s in her dreams. She can’t escape him. 

Even now, sitting in a corner booth at the Mystic Grill, he’s suddenly there, sitting across from her like an old friend catching up for lunch. 

Immediately, her face twists in disgust. “Klaus.” 

He smiles in the face of her adversity, and says her name with a fondness of unknown origins. She almost feels insane, looking at him with any degree of civility. 

“What do I owe this visit to?” 

“I’m curious about something and I’m hoping you’ll humor me,” 

“Interesting start,” She huffs, taking a sip of her drink beside her. “What on earth could you possibly be curious enough about that you have to ask me?” 

“You, of course,” 

She swallows roughly, nearly choking as she looks at him in surprise. “Me?” 

The hybrid nods, smirking at her reaction. 

“What… What do you want to know about me?” 

He leans forward on the table, looking at her as she suddenly avoids his eyes, unwilling to admit that she’s feeling heat rise in her chest. “Why is it you aren’t banding together with those bumbling idiots to get rid of me, hm?” 

“Oh,” She breathes out, face turning solemn for a moment as she looks down at the tabletop. “I don’t– I don’t have any reason to want to get rid of you, really. I don’t necessarily like you, but you haven’t hurt Tyler in any permanent way so… I guess I’m just not really worried about it.” 

When she finally meets Klaus’s gaze again, there’s something shocked and unexpectedly warm in his blue eyes that makes her own soften. 

“Is it really that simple?” 

She falls silent for another moment, picking nonsensically at her nails. “They killed my friend.” 

She looks back up at him, sighing. “Mason Lockwood. Tyler’s uncle. He came here because of Katherine– she was looking for the moonstone so she could break that stupid curse that you made up. And they killed him for it,” She shakes her head, anger seeping into her voice. “They’re irrational. And if I’ve learned anything about this life, it’s that being irrational gets people killed.” 

Klaus hums lowly. “You are right about that.” 

Heaving a heavy sigh, she looks up at him, eyes wide and pleading. “What do you want from me, Klaus? I’m not picking sides here– I’m going to protect Tyler until it kills me, and that’s all. So what do you want from me?” 

He observes her for a moment and she doesn’t falter beneath his stare, if only out of spite. 

“Perhaps,” He starts. “I just want to know you.” 

Something fragile breaks on her face and she shows just a little bit more of that vulnerability to him in this new space between them. “What’s so interesting about me that Klaus Mikaelson wants to know me?” 

His eyes search her face, lost. “I don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll let me find out,” 

She lets out a breath, quiet, and admittedly flattered. 

A smile pulls at her lips, bashful in a way she isn’t used to. She allows it to spread across her face and beneath Klaus’s gaze, she feels like a blooming rose being adored. It makes her feel things she’s nowhere near ready to admit to herself, or anyone else. “I think we can work something out.” 

Klaus’s returning smile takes her breath away. It feels new, and wonderful. 

[braxiations]

Hylics Analysis - The Significance of Hylem and the Afterlife

Hi, and welcome to another Hylics analysis! I’m hesitant to call it a theory because I’ll spend the majority of this post going over what I believe to be the canon intent. Most of this stuff is, in my opinion, pretty grounded, but I’ve seen so little discussion about it online. I aim to unpack the ways hylem unexpectedly appears in Hylics, its importance to the overall story, and what its true source may be.

Hylethems

The first, and really only direct mention of hylem comes from some workers in the caves of New Muldul. The workers are seen cutting away at pink cave formations called hylethems. Specifically, they cut away at odd tendrils protruding from the hylethems presumably called fronds (which is what they’re called internally.) The fronds themselves writhe, indicating that they may be alive. The minecarts of the miners are full of these fronds. One of the miners describes hylethems as “hylem-rich cave formations.” Another, crucially, says the following:

“Glove lathing. Burrito synthesis. All starts with hylethems. Find a rich vein, translates to a lotta bones. Lotta bones.”

This gives us two uses for hylem or hylethem fronds. The fact that the fronds are what’s being harvested might suggest they’re the items of value, not hylem itself, but this is pretty unclear. Maybe the fronds are full of the hylem? Really, the two might as well be synonymous for our analysis today.

While we’re here, I’d like to take the time to clear up a piece of dialogue that I see confuse people, being an NPC in New Muldul that describes the town’s primary industry as “calthemite husbandry.” I’ve seen people attribute the word “calthemite” to both insects and juice beasts, but calthemites are a real thing: they’re cave formations. Given that the harvesting of hylethems is shown in New Muldul, I think it’s safe to say that’s what they’re talking about here.

Standard uses of hylem

Hylem is stated to have two uses: burrito synthesis and glove lathing, though the wording of miner’s speech suggests they might have many more. Burrito synthesis is odd but rather self-explanatory, and implies hylem might have healing properties for both flesh and will (this’ll be important later.) Glove lathing is more interesting. “Lathe” and “lathing” have multiple, kind of convoluted meanings, but its usage here suggests either coating or shaping the gloves. This could either mean the gloves are coated in hylem, likely as a liquid, or the gloves are cut out of pleather and shaped by… the fronds? It’s really unclear. 

The description of the tendril hand item is “The people of Mocetul shun lathing, and for gloves rely on other processes.” The long gloves are also described as “standard gestural combat garbs.” It seems clear that gloves are what enable the use of gestures, but whether or not lathing is responsible for this is questionable. The fact that the tendril hand was made without lathing suggests hylem isn’t critical to the use of gestures, however it might imply that it's the usual process that enables them. Regardless, lathing is clearly common and important and hylem is what allows it to happen.

What’s a Hylemxylem anyway?

Ah, the Hylemxylem, Gibby’s associated fortress. Before we discuss it, let’s take a look at its name. First is the word “hylem,” which is a term unique to Hylics (and also apparently the name of a music artist,) and “xylem.” In simplified terms, xylem is a sort of transport tissue within plants that takes in and distributes water and minerals throughout the plant. With this in mind we can basically translate the word “Hylemxylem” into “thing that takes in hylem.”

[Before we move on, I want to suggest an origin for the word “hylem.” This is largely conjecture on my part, but I believe Mason knew he wanted Gibby’s fortress to absorb a substance and wanted to use the word “xylem” in there. Needing a name for the substance and wanting it to rhyme, he added the “-lem” suffix. To complete it, he took from the game’s own title: Hylics. Why would he do this? Well, as we’ve seen glimpses of, hylem might be very, very important to the nature of this world.]

So, the Hylemxylem xylems hylem, that much seems pretty clear. With this in mind we can identify the pink goop flowing throughout the hylemxylem.

Seen throughout the hylemxylem is this strange, pink liquid, highly resembling that seen in the Afterlife. It fills many of the rooms, spews out of spouts, and appears to flow into the fortress via the tubes descending down into the waters. It’s this very liquid, described as “the terrestrial juice,” that Gibby floats in before his transformation. This, as implied by the name “Hylemxylem” itself, is hylem. But where does all this hylem come from? Of course, it’s possible that the tubes of the Hylemxylem bore into the ground, sapping hylem away from the Hylethems. However, we don’t need to speculate on this. In one of the few changes to the environment during the course of Hylics 2, we see where the tubes lead…

The Afterlife

That’s right. A detail I see often overlooked is that, after the raising of the Hylemxylem, many tubes appear in the Afterlife, each flowing with the pink substance that comprises the sea, up into the sky. These tubes only appear after the ‘Xylem is raised, implying they’re the very tubes pumping hylem into the fortress. A quick glance at the game’s internals confirms this, calling them “Afterlife Xylem Columns.” I really hope this isn’t ambiguous at this point: the pink liquid within the Hylemxylem is the same liquid that fills the Afterlife.

Thanks to Happy/S For Sprinkles for this photo! Also, it's a lot easier to see in-game that these tubes are flowing with the sea's liquid. You can pretty clearly see it flowing upwards.

Now, this leads me to two conclusions I hope you find reasonable:

Wait, we very clearly see the tubes of the ‘Xylem go into the ocean. Is the Afterlife in the ocean? Maybe in some weird bubble? That’d explain why there are fish flopping around in H1. Maybe it’s an underwater cave??

More relevantly, if the pink goo in the Hylemxylem is hylem, and the pink goo in the Hylemxylem is also the Afterlife goo, that must mean the Afterlife goo is hylem. X = Y and Z = Y. Therefore X must equal Z.

This is, to me at least, super interesting. Despite never being outright stated, it is very, VERY heavily implied that the sea of the Afterlife is hylem. This sea’s strange waters, mind you, comprises the pools and fountains we fall into to reach the Afterlife. It also comprises the sea that spits us out when we die. If it is true that X = Y = Z, then hylem is not only responsible for the burritos we eat, the gloves we use, or the seemingly the ascension of Gibby, but also for the repeated reincarnation of our party members. Remember how I earlier noted that burritos, synthesized from hylem, heal flesh and will? Well, that may be an extension of the life giving, healing properties of hylem as found in the Afterlife! That’s why, I believe, Mason named the substance of hylem after the games themselves. Without hylem, the story of the games wouldn’t be possible. It's a foundational element to the world itself.

This also explains the weird fixation the game has on hylem. While Mason might have some worldbuilding hidden in random item descriptions or one or two sets of NPC dialogue (the only piece of non-relevant worldbuilding mentioned more than once being Amulom,) hylem has 5, completely separate NPCs that talk about it upright (not even counting the other NPCs that talk about calthemites.) Hylethem fronds are even seen scattered around the places that Smuldunde visits for some strange reason. This conclusion, that hylem enables the events of the game, explains why; it isn’t irrelevant worldbuilding. Hell, you could even view the hylethems being mentioned so early on as foreshadowing for the Hylemxylem itself and Gibby’s ascension from the terrestrial juices. Like the ‘Xylem does, it seems likely that hylelthems sap hylem away from the Afterlife!

Conclusion

So, that concludes the analysis! Hylem is a powerful substance that enables the use of gloves and burritos, sustains the Hylemxylem, and allowed Gibby to ascend. Given the evidence we have, I think this is the conclusion intended by Mason himself. Perhaps we were all intended to figure this out on our own, but the abstract and indirect story-telling method of Hylics 2 obscured this. Hell, I’ve seen a ton of misconceptions about the Accretion despite things the game pretty directly shows us. Maybe I should make a post about that? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! I might make an addendum to this post as well going over some specific ideas like how the Moon might have processed hylem and why only Gibby ascends through it. After that I’ll probably cover either the symbols used in the world of Hylics or some speculation on Viewax. I might even put up a poll on which I should cover first!

[oh-saints]

sweetest devotion (prologue)

it was only supposed to be another one night fling for mason. being married was never the aftermath he'd imagined himself to be, not when he's nothing but proud of his hit-and-run reputation around the town.

playboy!mason mount x princess!oc

word count: 1.5k

tw: as mentioned in the masterlist only

note: i know, i know. i'm not supposed to make this rabbit a bad guy but the tatler interview still rang well in my ears. and he won this poll anyway, so here it is. and the country name's taken from ana huang's twisted series teheeee but as usual, i happen to write at dawn so this is yet to be beta-read.

tag list: @mehrmonga who'd told me to do it anyway <3 (but lemme know if you wanna be added!)

this series' masterlist here part 1 here! >>

it all happened so fast.

as fast as the sound of his pen carving the cursive of his signature against the papers. as fast as the sound of mason mount giving what felt like his entire life away to a bunch of papers.

mason mount was only supposed to find another rebound to pale his heartache from being left behind by his girlfriend. he was only supposed to find another rebound to fuck before deserting them like a used piece of clothing that was covering his body against the cold of the night, and against the cold of his frozen heart.

he was only supposed to find another rebound to numb his recurring pain, just like a dozen of times before.

he thought he did exactly that in the morning, his modus operandi. and she never contacted him back either, despite knowing where to reach him. they were still following one another in Instagram anyway.

so of course, he didn’t expect anything drastic when the owner of the club he loves asked for his presence on one fine day at the cobham.

however, as he stepped inside the four walls made of glass, he certainly didn’t know what to make of himself. hell, he could guarantee any common living thing that they’d have no clue what to do when it was you and the king of eldorra himself.

a seething king of eldorra, mason should rather add.

the monarch didn’t waste a single breath as soon as the owner stepped out of the room for some privacy. “my daughter’s pregnant, mr. mount, and it’s yours.”

“I’m sorry?” mason had to mask his nervousness behind the pathetic excuse of a laughter. “I’m actually not following.”

“of course you are not,” the king sat up straighter, his posture telling everyone he wasn’t mad, except his eyes blaring fire so big it could burn down the amazon. “you don’t keep track of your one night stands, after all.”

if that was declan, mason would’ve heeded no mind. but coming from the man before him… mason couldn’t lie if that comment didn’t place a deep claw on his pride.

“father…”

“I suppose you might not remember her,” and mason couldn’t fault the king flaring his nostrils at each words spat. mason would probably be acting the same way, had this involved his own daughter. “you met her at a nightclub in london before you took her to your home and bed her.”

it didn’t escape mason, the disgust slipped into the last two words of the king’s sentence.

you’d be surprised to hear your daughter’s reaction to my cock was everything but disgust, mason smirked inwardly as he scanned the distinctive face of the said daughter. who, by the way, sported a faint hint of displeasure—at and of what, he didn’t know. he could only pray she wasn’t thrilled about the whole ordeal, so he could make a pity party out of them both.

of course, he remembered her—serena, final year student in king’s collage. he remembered her because no one as smart as her had pulled the same face card, and he was drawn in by the classic beauty she sported in her face and the royal elegance she exuded before he could help himself.

he remembered her because in bed, she was a beast long waiting for someone to wake her up. and mason loved nothing more than a duality striking on and off the bed.

“father, I appreciate if you grant us some space,” contrary to the faint warning she gave earlier, she was firm—rather stern, even—this time. “I’m sure it’s not an easy news for him either.”

the king spared his daughter a momentary glance before he stood up from his seat, buttoning the lapels of his suit back to its immaculate place. all while throwing lasers at mason’s way. if the footballer didn’t have his life at stake, he’d definitely succumb to the pressure.

there was a reason why the salt-and-paper man was the king, after all.

as soon as the powerful man went out of sight, mason shot his own daggers. “how are you so sure it’s mine?”

mason was only met by the profound proof that she was the king’s daughter and the princess. the woman in black slid a manila envelope towards his way ever so calm—as if the tension around them was as high as spending a mere summer together—without compromising his personal space. “your DNA test, as well as your contract.”

“contract?”

now, mason didn’t see this one coming.

“my father expects nothing less than you to man up and marry me,” shit, mason knew where this was heading. “it’s actually a crime in my country to be pregnant out of wedlock. combine that with the fact that you accidentally knocked up a princess, you can imagine the mess you’re about to ensue in my country,”

despite knowing the direction of this conversation, mason’s heart still dropped at the sight of marriage contract written in big, fat bold letters.

“however, I understand you have another life outside the well-being of your… child and mine,” if this wasn’t a dire situation in need of immediate attention, he’d praise her for how well she chose her words to simplify matters at hand. “so I took the liberty to construct this agreement so it will benefit us two. feel free to add your own terms.”

“what do you get out of this… arrangement?”

“I get to live another day, which means your child does too,” right, a punishable crime in the eyes of eldorran law. “and I get to provide only the best for my child. bar the father, of course, should you choose to walk away from the child’s life after this contract ends.”

dagnabit, she’d covered that part too under the agreement. she certainly had thoroughly thought about this. “is this what you both are planning from the beginning?”

“my father knows nothing of this existence and I wish to remain that way,” that’d explain why she asked for privacy for both of them, and somehow that relieved some parts of mason. “except for our lawyers, it’s only going to be between us until the end—whichever end may be—so I need you to put on some excellent acting when needed.”

rights and obligations… dang, mason should have a day off to discern all this. mason inwardly cursed himself for putting himself through this, all rooting from letting himself swayed and distracted by her sultry voice that he forgot to tap before he dabbed. wait, did I have a way out of this…

nope.

mason was raised better than to desert his own flesh and blood. and he was also certainly raised better than to have the mother of his child to be punished severely on her own when the child was obviously a joint creation of them both.

“we’ll figure out the nitty-gritty along the way,” sensing the footballer was weighing his thoughts, the princess stood up this time, reaching for her purse along the way. “after all, time is what we’re going to have until deaths do us part.”

mason could feel the tip of his mouth curving up slightly—credits when it’s due.

“have a thorough look at them and give me your answer when you’re ready. for now I will tell my father that you’re figuring out how to break the news to your kin first before saying yes.”

but before mason could bid her goodbye, the woman fourth in the throne line of eldorra had closed the mahogany door shut behind her, leaving mason alone dealing with the aftermaths of his rendezvous immediately and the tears of the girlfriend he recently rekindled later into the night.

“I promise you we can be together again, my love,” mason repeated those words like a mantra, in hope to soothe the heartbreaks both he and his girlfriend were respectively having inside. in hope it could build a foundation, a purpose for him to truck through a year of hell with a stranger he never dreamt of having to share his ultimate dream with. “I promise you that. we’ll figure it out meanwhile, okay?”

but mason didn’t get to hear whatever it was that came out of his ex’s mouth as a reply, as he took the hardest steps away from his girlfriend’s house. and he couldn’t seem to be able to recall them now, especially when the priest standing before him asked him the million-dollar question in front of thousands of people important for the existence of the eldorran kingdom.

“do you, mason mount, take serena, princess of eldorra, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

his wife.

the woman standing in front of him, who was staring back at him with a pair of eyes he couldn’t read at all. the woman standing in front of him, who actually enticed a bit of fear in him for such uncomprehensive orbs she owned.

the woman standing in front of him, whom everyone dubbed as calm beauty like her name, was to be his wife.

the woman standing in front of him, who he had no idea about aside from her name and her reputation of a princess from a conservative country, was to be his wife.

all because a stupid, drunken one-night stint.

he let out a sigh that might be perceived as letting of the nervous steam. just when he wanted to organise his life and start fresh…

“I do.”

well, at least the princess was an exquisite sight to wake up to every day.

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Since they still have covens and tracks even after Belos is gone, how does the new coven system work?

While the strict system of the Coven model is gone, in a sense of no more sigils restricting magic, the education of specializing on specific magics related to one's interest continues. While someone can study Plant magic and be taught plant based magics, there's nothing stopping them from learning some Oracle or Illusion magic.

The Coven Leaders is a more democratic system where a leader is voted on by those who are registered for that specific Coven (when a multi-tracked, they choose one Track if in a multi-Coven election, i.e. using Viney as an example, if there was an election with Healing and Beast-Keeping, she'd have to pick one of them to vote for the leader of. This is to prevent someone with multiple tracks from influencing too many elections at once.). A leader, if multi-track can only run for one coven position, which is to prevent someone from accumulating too much power (basically they don't want a Belos again and keeping the positions an odd number helps keep things from getting deadlocked). So it's less of a "who's the strongest" and now "who's the more popular/strongest". Some witchlings who are well known and strong can be put in a "next in line" position. Willow and Amity are in those positions for if the current head is missing, died or can't do any duties at the time.

It took a while to figure everything out but eventually they got it down. Some of the Heads from Belos' days remained as heads, such as Darrius, Eberwolf, Hettie and Mason. Others either retired (like Raine and Osran) or weren't elected and thus replaced. The new Coven Leaders act as a council to govern the Isles instead of just going with what Belos decided.

The better part that the older and younger generation likes is that without the sigils, one can learn any spell that is needed or wanted but while they don't have to dedicate themselves to a specific coven, they don't have to worry about magic being blocked off.

[crimson-amarone]

Fancasting for a Trigun live-action tv series/movie!! I know we got just Trigun Stampede, but we can’t let Cowboy Bebop get a live action and not Trigun right??

For all my selections I would say about 75-80% are actors I have seen in one or more of their most well known roles. For anyone else I narrowed down to 2-4 options and I did extra research into their filmography, interviews to hear their voices and general vibe, etc. And I also looked at what kind of roles they trended towards—sci-fi/fantasy and superhero media giving them bonus points.

See below for info about the actors and my runner up choices for each character. I included tidbits like their age, height, and notable roles.

For Vash and Knives I wanted to first look for real life identical twins. After some research, I believe I found a fitting pair. Cole and Dylan Sprouse, best know for their childhood roles in the Suite Life of Zack and Cody. Although I don’t think I knew their adult roles as well as their Zack and Cody days, that real twin dynamic just adds that extra layer.

Of the two, I found Cole having a softer look, and lately it appears he’s been going with black hair which seemed fitting if we think about black-haired Vash at the end of TriMax. Dylan’s look has just that different sharpness and edginess that I slotted him to Knives.

Ruby Cruz (Kit Tanthalos, Disney+’s Willow) is a very talented young woman and recently made a feature length movie debut as Hazel Callahan in Bottoms (2023) and will be starring in an upcoming rom-com The Threesome. (See notes about edit below.)

Milly was a tricky one for me. I have a couple of runners up below. My current pick is Mina Sundwall, especially for her role as Penny Robinson in Netflix’s space family drama Lost in Space.

Although I’m on board with the HC that Wolfwood is Latinx, I had to go with famous werewolf Jacob Black from Twilight, Taylor Lautner. I got a couple other choices below too.

Liam Hemsworth (or Chris idkkkk). Nuff said?

Rem was a bit hard to choose. I had to go with Candice Patton as a personal big fan of her role as Iris West in The Flash as a DC fan. She has just the right oh-crap-I-have-kids-I-am-not-prepared-at-all motherly acting vibe down pat that is essential for Rem.

Despite the fact that Christopher Daniel Barnes is always smiling in photos, his breath of filmography makes him such a good fit for wise Drunkle Roberto.

Being so effing hyped about Nicholas playing Lex Luthor in Superman Legacies (2025) he has the perfect mix of heroic and villain roles for Legato’s psychotic righteousness. And he’s already had blue hair (and fur all over his whole body) as Hank “Beast” McCoy, c’mon too easy.

Zazie Beetz… that couldn’t have been a coincidence? Like Studio Orange must have know about this actress when they worked on the Beast’s revamped design. For a second option I’d probably pick a child/adolescent actor but Zazie can pretty much take whatever form they want, so why not both? Edit: I’m going with Scarlett (Trixie from Lucifer). Very very talent young woman. She’s funny, smart, sassy.

Role: Vash the Stampede

Actor: Cole Sprouse

Age: 31

Height: 6’0”

Best known role: Cody Martin ( The Suite Life of Zack & Cody)

Runner-up Actor: Mason Dye (Jason Carver, Stranger Things)

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Role: Millions Knives

Actor: Dylan Sprouse

Age: 31

Height: 6’0”

Best known role: Zack Martin ( The Suite Life of Zack & Cody)

Runner-up Actor: Christopher Lowell (Sebastian “Bash” Howard, GLOW and Jess, How I Met Your Father)

———

Role: Meryl Stryfe

Actor: Ruby Cruz

Age: 23

Height: 5’3”

Best known role: (Kit Tanthalos, Disney+’s Willow)

Edit: I swapped Ruby Cruz in for Bex as I learned how far along Bex was in their gender journey. As much as I respect Bex’s journey and the gender representation is important, I still want to pick someone I feel leans more feminine for Meryl.

Runner-up Actor: tbd, maybe Christine Lee or Ana Yi Puig

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Role: Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Actor: Taylor Lautner

Age: 32

Height: 5’8”

Best known role: Jacob Black (Twilight movies)

Runner-up Actor: David Castro (Raphael Santiago, Freeform’s Shadowhunters)

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Role: Roberto De Niro

Actor: Christopher Daniel Barnes

Age: 51

Height: 5’11”

Best known role: Spiderman (Spider-Man 90s), Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid 89)

Runner-up Actor: Edgar Ramirez (Bourne Ultimatum 2007, Carlos the Jackal, HBO’s The Undoing)

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Role: Milly Thompson

Actor: Mina Sundwall

Age: 22

Height: 5’6”

Best known role: Penny Robinson (Lost in Space, 2018)

Runner-up Actors: Liana Liberato, Kennedy McGann, Ellie Gall, Luna Wedler

———

Role: Rem Saverem

Actor: Candice Patton

Age: 35

Height: 5’4”

Best known role: Iris West (CW’s The Flash)

Runner-up Actor: Lyrica Okano (Nico Minoru, Hulu’s Runaways)

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Role: Legato Bluesummers

Actor: Nicholas Hoult

Age: 34

Height: 6’3”

Best known role: Nux (Mad Max Fury Road), Hank “Beast” McKoy (X-Men movies), Lex Luthor (Superman Legacies, 2025)

Runner-up Actors:

2. Samuel Larson (Joe Hart, Glee) 3. Charlie Heaton (Jonathan Byers, Stranger Things) or 4. Brenton Twaites (Dick Grayson aka Nightwing, DC’s Titans)

[hollowgirl136]

In the spirit of Halloween, I thought it would be fun to post an old AU that I was inspired to make before S3 aired based off the ragtag group that is the Coven Heads.

So before Thanks to Them aired, I got the wildest thought on a possible "What If" about the fate of the Coven Heads with The Collector being freed. Long story short, thought it would be a cruel twist of fate if they ended up cursed like Eda because The Collector, going to call them T.C. for now, wanted to make them more "fun" for the "Owl House" game.

Essential, when the kids came back they ended up going to Eda place and are ambushed by a fully Cursed Raine which. After Luz finds one of Eda potions still hidden in the house, Raine tells them what happened while they were gone. One resolution battle later with T.C. and Belos, it's now up to the kids to find the other heads and change them back cause, per Eda, no one deserves to lived trapped in their own bodies.

Half a season worth of adventures later to find and revert the heads back to their original forms, with no cure for being cursed discovered yet despite T.C. powers, Eda and Lilith takes it upon themselves to teach them how to lived their new lives.

Some rough sketches of what their "hybrid" forms look like once they harmonized with their curse beasts.

Additional details under the cut.

Raine curse beast is a "vampire" bat and the kids find them in Eda place cause they sought out a place of safety after transforming. Their compromise with the beast is to drink blood every so often, much to their disgust. Is granted night vision and flight when in hybrid form.

Darius curse beast is a kraken and the kids find them in the sea. Refused to fight Hunter, so the kids used that to their advantage to defeat them. Their compromise with the beast is to do long soaks in sea water, to his annoyance cause "sea water is horrible for his skin". Is granted the ability to breath under water and a octopus ability to squeeze into small places.

Eberwolf curse beast is a manticore and was found near Darius cause, despite being lost in their own mind they still sought out their friend/brother. Was the fastest to compromise with their curse cause they didn't mind eating raw meat. Is granted a prehensile "leech tail, alongside increased strength and speed in their hybrid form.

Adrian curse beast is a spynx and the kids find him in an abandoned theater/castle since some part of him still wanted to be near civilization. The only head who has a beast who the kids can understand in full curse form. Takes the longest to compromise with their beast cause they both have massive ego's, and the fact that Adrian does not want to read a whole philosopher book or eat rats. Is granted flight and increased cat like reflexes.

Terra curse beast is a giant snake, and the kids find her in an overgrown forest caused by her magic still being "active". Her compromise with the beast is to eat live animals and daily sunbathing. Her hybrid form turns her into a Lamia similar to a boa constrictor.

Vitimir curse beast is a mosquito/dragon hybrid and is found buzzing around a cliff face where Hettie curse form also resided. Their compromised with their cursed beast is to drink blood. Their hybrid form grants them flight, a needle tongue, and the ability to store liquids in a "throat sack" that they then can use to spray people with boiling/noxious liquids.

Hettie curse beast is a minotaur and is found in a cave on a cliff. Her compromised involved her eating raw meat. Her hybrid form grants her increase strength and improved sense of hearing and smell.

Mason curse beast is a lava golem and is found in a basin where they were literally melting the surrounding area where they walked. Matt and Steve have to help turn him back to normal. His compromise with his beast is to eat rocks/stones and sunbathing. His hybrid forms allows him to manipulate heat and create magma from the rocks he consumes.

Osran curse beast form is a giant spider and is found deep in a cave. His compromised with his beasts involves eating insects. His hybrid forms grants extra mobility, armor like chitin, web making from his snot (much to his chagrin), and improved night vision.

[masonhewittappreciation]

Mason Week prompts are out!

As always all prompts are merely suggestions. We will love and cherish any and all Mason content you prepare for the event! (or ever, every week is Mason week in our hearts)

Written prompts

Day 1: It left an impression, Mason and trauma There is so much to explore: the aftermaths of the Berserker attack, becoming the Beast and hosting Sebastian Valet, being literaly erased from existence, etc.

Day 2: Long time since our last sleepover, pre/post canon day When was their last sleepover? Will there be more? Use this day to explore Mason’s life pre canon (how did he and Liam meet? what was his family like?) and post canon (what happened after Monroe? what happened during the ten years span before the movie?).

Day 3: Someone on your team has gotta be on my team, Mason and queerness When did Mason discover he was gay? How did he come out to Liam? What is his relationship with Cory like? A chance to explore Mason’s relationship with his identity.

Day 4: This is my warm up, dick, Mason and school Mason is very much a nerd, but also runs in jock circles. What does that look for him day to day? How does it affect his life? What research topics is he most fascinated by? What are his favorite physical activities?

Day 5: Something Truly Good, Mason and corruption Why did the dread doctors choose Mason? What did they do to corrupt him? Or what about Mason becoming a villain himself? How would that happen? How does it affect his relationships with the show's villains?

Day 6: I'm in the inner circle?, Mason and everyone Use this day to explore Mason's relationship with anyone: Liam, his friends at Beacon High, the McCall pack, his love and thirst interests, the villains, etc.

Day 7: Dealer’s choice

Visual prompts

Day 1: Favorite scene or favorite outfit

Day 2: Quotes or lyrics or poetry

Day 3: Badass!Mason scenes or brainiac!Mason scenes

Day 4: Blending/layout or location/scenery

Day 5: Parallels or A.U.

Day 6: Color and/or black and white

Day 7: Dealer's choice

[princeescaluswords]

What are your personal thoughts on Jackson still having kanima traits, Prince? I've seen a few people remark that it "doesn't make sense" but I personally disagree

I think it is good storytelling on the part of Teen Wolf and an excellent statement on the nature of psychological trauma.

You have to remember that Jackson didn't become the kanima because he chose to become it. He didn't become the kanima because Derek wanted him to become it. Derek didn't Bite him in the wrong spot or on the wrong night. Jackson became the kanima because of the sum of his experiences: the shape you take reflects the person that you are.

Yes, Lydia's declaration of her love helped Jackson recover his identity before it had been completely subsumed by the kanima transformation (most likely coupled with the power of her voice). Yet, Lydia didn't erase the first 17 years of Jackson's life. She didn't undo the death of his biological parents, his reaction to learning he was adopted, and the intervening six years between discovering that secret and taking the Bite. Every event which caused Jackson to have a psychological mindset which led to the kanima transformation still happened.

Of course, his shape would still reflect the person that he was, even 15 years later.

While there were many times when the production veered away from strict realism -- and that's not a bad thing -- I truly appreciate that they didn't try to avoid the consequences of emotional damage. Derek may have gotten better at learning when to trust other people, and Peter may have made an effort to care for others as much as he cared for himself, but the Hale fire still marked them. Stiles may have confronted his own negative self-image, imposed upon him by his mother's dementia and the nogitsune, but he's always going to have certain reactions due to those things happening. And so on.

Though that is why I was outraged and disappointed when the production decided that Mason wouldn't have any "after effects" of being the host for the Beast, because he was too black, I mean, too good. It was just lazy and racist, and the production knew better. I still wish they hadn't abandoned their convention that an individual who has undergone something terrible and traumatic -- which included most of the cast -- wasn't ever going to be able to remove those things completely from their psyche. No one can.

But, here is where the excellent statement comes in: Teen Wolf's position was that no amount of emotional damage indelibly defines the character of a human being. As Allison said in Motel California: there's always hope. Embodied in the show's lead protagonist, Scott McCall, who endured disappointment, assault, betrayal, and death yet still managed to become someone who helped others and cared enough to help others. And as befits his leadership, this was recreated in the other characters. Derek, Peter, Liam, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Malia, Hayden, Corey, Theo and yes, even Jackson became better people, stronger people, and they did it without the miracle of banishing what they had endured in the past.

Jackson, as a character, is probably always going to be a little self-centered, fiercely competitive, and insecure about his identity, which means he's probably always going to have paralytic venom and a tail, but it's also clear that he is no longer seeking a master in order to become someone's scaled murder machine. He didn't have to become flawless in order to become better.

And that, I feel, is a very positive message to send.

[fandomnsfw]

Pain Makes You Human - Peter Hale x Reader

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Prompt: Requested by ANON

Warning: mentions of self harm, a bit of angst and self loathing ALSO SMUT because you guys wants me to take cold showers everyday...even in winter 😂

Thank you to my lovely Beta as always! @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!!

******

Being a teacher is the only thing you ever wanted to do. Even when you had a rough patch in your teens and ended up homeless, it was still your dream. So when you came to Beacon Hills, after finally getting your teaching degree, you couldn’t have been more ecstatic... Except you soon found out why there were so many openings to jobs in this town.     

Being startled by a giant beast that oozes black smoke can seriously make a person question their life choices. According to a few rumours, this wasn’t the first strange thing that had happened. However, as a teacher for some reason, your only concern was that a bunch of kids seemed to be at the centre of all of it.    

Soon enough you’d manage to find yourself in the pack, as their favourite go-to teacher when they need to leave for a supernatural crisis. You soon became quite close to everyone, even Stiles. Who quite naturally didn’t trust you at all when you came to town.    

However, after La Bête you and he were quite close. A lot like a brother and sister but that didn’t stop the boy sending you flirty comments as a joke.     

“Come on, Y/N, you know you love me!” Stiles whined as he wrapped his arms around your waist and started to sway you back and forth.     

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski, I suggest you get your hands off Y/N before I shoved this spatula up your god damn ass.” Derek snapped as he pointed the spatula directly at Stiles.     

“Aww, don’t be jealous, Der Bear! I love you more!” Stiles chuckled sarcastically as he pranced over to Derek. You let out a snort before continuing to get out a bowl for your cereal.     

It was pack night the previous night so you were all cramped in Derek’s loft, that didn’t seem to bother anyone. It was now Monday and everyone was rushing to get ready. You usually drove Scott or Stiles to school depending on if Stiles bring his jeep.     

“Oh, have you two finally got your act together?” Peter chuckled as he strolled into the kitchen with a smirk.    

You let out a sigh before shaking your head at him letting him know the two were just flirting and nothing more. He rolled his eyes before pressing a kiss to your temple which caused you to smile down at your cereal.     

“Dad, can you please not kiss in front of me. It’s gross.” Malia groaned as she walked into the room with a disgusted face.     

“Malia, it was hardly explicit. I kissed my lover on the head it’s hardly anything to cringe about.” Peter sighed his fatherly tone shining through.     

“Ew. Don’t say the word 'lover' either. What century do you live in?” Malia gagged as Stiles laughed into Derek back.     

“I quite like the fact your father calls me lover. It feels more mature and intimate.” You snorted playfully earning a chuckle from Scott who was dragging a very sleepy Liam and Mason behind him.     

“Lover is a term a lot of older wolfs use.” Derek laughed as Stiles pulled away to look at him with wide eyes. Suddenly every wolf in the room sniffed the room and started groaning minus Peter who looked a little smug whereas Derek just looked shocked.     

“Oh, come on, can we at least try and pretend we didn’t just smell that!” Stiles huffed his cheeks flushing softly.     

“Did you just pop a boner from Derek saying the word lover?” You laughed as you placed your now empty bowl in the sink.     

“Oh, come on! Am I that obvious!?” Stiles huffed before pouring some coffee into a flask and storming out of the loft with a pout.     

*****    

You watched as the seniors poured into your class. Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Malia were already sat down which made you laugh because every teacher in the school never understood why they came early to your class, that is +until you carefully explained that you were close to the Sheriff and were also dating the uncle of Stiles’ boyfriend. Though Stiles didn’t know that you’d told the teachers that.     

You slipped your cardigan off before making your way to your desk. Before you could open your mouth a student spoke up causing you to groan.     

“Yes, Luke?” You huffed, your hands coming to rest on your hips as you impatiently waited for his question.     

“Teach, either your seriously one kinky bitch or you need to join the emo clique because those are beyond gross.” He snorted as he stared at your arms.     

Before you could retaliate or even think about his words, Stiles was out his seat and throwing Luke against a wall, holding him there by his throat. You ran over to the pair careful not to trip over in your heels before hitting Stiles’ back. Scott was out his seat and holding you back in seconds.     

“Stiles, let him go!” You snapped as you tried to struggle against Scott’s grip.     

“If you EVER talk to her like that again I will find you and I will beat you so bad you’ll be begging for death! Do you understand!?” Stiles screamed, the deepness of his voice shocking a few of the other classmates.     

“Why, did I upset your little girlfriend?” Stiles laughed at the boy’s response before looking into the boy's eyes, so coldly it sent visible shivers down his spine.     

“I SAID! Do. YOU. Understand?” Stiles growled causing the boy's eyes to widen.     

“Y-Yes!” Luke stuttered softly before Stiles finally let him go. You looked at Stiles as he turned around ignoring the boy who was now sitting on the floor catching his breath.     

“If a little brother can’t protect his sister what kind of man would I be?” Stiles laughed before ruffling your hair gently.     

“I-Idiot. I’m gonna have to give you detention now…” You sniffled as you wiped away the tears that had fallen.     

****    

You sat in your car outside of your apartment, staring down at the scars with hatred. You wished they were gone. You hated that you always had to hide your arms like some sort of innocent girl who goes to an all-girls Catholic school.     

Luke’s words kept running through your head. Despite the fact that his words were childish, they still hit a nerve within you. Peter knew and had seen your scars but he had always told you to never cover them because it was a reminder that I was stronger than some. That I had gotten through something most people couldn’t even dream of. However, that didn’t stop your tears that began falling down your face.     

You weren’t sure how long you sat there crying but when someone opened the door and you got hit with the scent of Peter’s favourite cologne. You knew you had to of been sat there for at least an hour.     

“Woah, baby, what’s the matter?” Peter asked softly as he picked you up and locked your car.     

“N-Nothing.” You sobbed as you clung to him tightly.     

“Sweetheart, you finished school over an hour ago and you look like you haven’t moved in at least that long. Your make up is all over your face and most of all you’re crying.” Peter sighed sadly as he carried you into your apartment with ease.     

“Oh, j-just another thing that makes me l-look gross.” You cried out as you wiped at your face furiously.     

“Who the hell said you were gross!?” Peter asked angrily, his eyes flashing blue as he stared down at you.     

“N-No one.” You knew even if he wasn’t supernatural he’d know that was a lie but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.     

“I’m calling Stiles.” Peter huffed angrily.     

You shot out your seat and tried to grab his phone but he held you back as gently as he could. The phone rang twice before Stiles picked up, his voice calm as if he knew why Peter was calling. Peter glanced at you as he asked what happened today.     

‘A student said something about her scars.’ Stiles answered sadly.    

“What did they say?!” Peter growled viciously.     

‘That she must either be a kinky bitch or belonged in the emo clique because her scars were gross.’ Stile huffed his anger matching Peter’s     

“What’s his name?” Peter snarled    

‘I handled it, don’t worry.’ Stiles replied calmly.     

“Thank you, Stiles.” Peter muttered in a soft tone that he only ever reserved for you before hanging up.     

He turned to you with a frown before picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. His body was warm and inviting as usual, but for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to relax into it. You felt like you didn't deserve it.    

He placed you on the counter next to the sink before walking to the bathtub and turning the taps on. He was quiet which wasn't alarming because as much as Peter was sarcastic he enjoyed the quiet.    

He put one of the many lush bath bombs he’d bought you into the water before turning to the small makeup area you had on the opposite side of the sink.    

He picked up the packet of makeup removal wipes and moved back towards you, whilst taking one out. He reached towards your makeup smeared face and began wiping away the evidence of your minor break down.    

After another wipe was used your face was clear if makeup and the bath was done running. He stripped off the rest of your clothes along with his before picking you up and placing you in the bath.    

You moved forward silently so he could get in behind you. Once he was sat down he gathered up your hair and tied it into a messy bun so it wouldn’t get wet. It was amazing how he knew your daily routine. How he knew you didn’t wash your hair every day or how you used makeup removal wipes to remove your makeup but you still washed your face.    

He was beyond the perfect partner which is why you knew now that you were settled into the bath a conversation was about to happen. Whether you liked it or not.   

“You know your scars are not ‘gross’ right?” Peter muttered against your shoulder before pressing a soft kiss against your skin.    

‘No, I don’t know that.’ You thought bitterly.   

“Y-Yeah.” You lied despite knowing lying to a werewolf was useless.    

“Why don’t we try that again?” Peter sighed sadly as he picked up your exfoliating gloves. Usually, you would’ve laughed at the sight of the great Peter Hale wearing baby pink exfoliating gloves but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to laugh.   

“You are not gross. Your scars are not gross. Nothing about you is gross.” Peter muttered as he rubbed your usual body wash into the gloves.    

He began rubbing the gloves over your body with just the right amount of pressure so it didn’t hurt, yet still left a slight tingling feeling on your skin. After finishing your arms he moved onto your back when finally he spoke up again.    

“I will tell you again. Your scars are proof  that you are a survivor.” He muttered as he continued scrubbing your back.    

“They’re self-inflicted.” You hissed bitterly causing him to stop all movements.    

“That means nothing to me.” He scolded before continuing his circular motions.    

“What do werewolves do to regain control if they can’t anchor it?” Peter asked gently.    

“T-That depends o-”   

“What do they do, Y/N?” Peter interrupted his tone leaving no room for avoidance.    

“T-They hurt themselves…” You muttered quietly.    

“Pain makes you human. Self-harm is different for everyone. Some do it for release, others for it to ground them. But…” Peter muttered as he began scrubbing your chest with slightly lighter circles this time.    

“…Everyone deals with things differently self-harm involved or not.” He sighed quietly as he started on your legs.   

“Some go insane and kill their niece to enact vengeance.” Peter.   

“Some bury it until they become sour and hateful towards everyone.” Derek.   

“And others lean on friends and move on in a healthy way.” Scott.   

By the time he’d made his point your whole body had been washed leaving you clean and feeling slightly better about the day’s events. You knew this conversation wasn’t over by a long shot but at least now you felt willing to listen.   

After Peter washed himself with his own sponge he rinsed you both off and picked you up to help you out the bath. Once he set you on your feet you wobbled a little before righting yourself. He walked towards your makeup area and picked up your toner and moisturizer before moving back to you once again.    

He used a cotton pad to apply the toner gently all over your face. You almost laughed at how sweetly domestic the scene was but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to just yet, instead you settled for a sad smile as he waited for the toner to dry.    

Once he finished putting your moisturizer on, he dried you off then wrapped the towel around you. You followed him to the bedroom silently waiting for his next words but as you came to a stop in front of him, words were clearly not how he was going to proceed.    

You let you towel fall as he picked you up and placed you on the end of the bed carefully, before kneeling down in front of you and proceeding to kiss up your smooth legs.    

His movements were slow and loving causing your breath to stutter. Your eyes never left his, until he finally reached the scars on your thighs which evidently made you avert your eyes.   

Most people didn't know about the scars on your thighs. Mostly because after a 'conversation' with your parents about how they'd force you to get help if they saw anymore, you'd decided to switch to a less noticeable place.   

When his lips finally pressed against your scars your breathing stop for a second before you finally forced yourself to look. When your eyes looked down Peter's were staring straight back at you with so much love and affection it almost made you whimper.   

As he continued kissing up your body you let out a soft moan. He skipped past your core which usually would be a form of playful torment. However, right now, you knew this wasn't about pleasure. It was about reassurance that no matter what, this man would love you.   

As he moved to your arms his eyes flicked back to yours making sure your eyes had not once again averted. When he was happy they hadn't he continued placing soft wet kisses against the scars.   

You finally released the breathless whimper you'd been holding back causing Peter’s eyes to search your face for any signs of sadness. You knew he could use his wolf senses to tell how you were feeling but he didn't like intruding on your personal emotions.    

As he kissed you shoulder you finally gave in and cupped his face gently before pressing a soft chaste kiss on his lips. His lips were soft yet slightly swollen from all the kisses but you didn't care.   

When you pulled away your eyes searched his to see if any pity was reflected but all you saw was determination, love and the slightest bit of lust.    

“You are beautiful inside and out. And I would not change one thing about you.” He whispered against your lips.   

Your E/C eyes teared up as they stared into the ocean blue ones that were your lover’s. This was the man who had his entire family ripped away from him. The man that went insane and came back from the dead.   

But most of all...   

This was the man you loved.   

“Make love to me.” You whispered brokenly. He gave you a small nod before standing up and moving you further onto the bed. You laid down opening your arms and separating your legs so he could situate between them.   

Once he was within reach you wrapped your arms around him tightly. He leant down at the same time pressing his lips to yours in a slow yet passionate kiss.    

He licked along your bottom lip before pushing his tongue past your lips and twisting it with yours. Unlike most of your kisses this one wasn’t a fight for dominance it was a fight for understanding. His hands caressed your body so desperately yet tenderly it was like it was the last thing he'd ever do. You were panting against his lips as he pulled away slightly, his eyes boring into yours.    

His hand made it to your sex which you knew despite the lack of your usual heavy foreplay was dripping wet. He brushed his middle finger down the centre of it causing you to gasp and him to groan in satisfaction at the wetness he felt.   

When he pushed two fingers into you, you couldn't help the filthy moan that escaped your lips. As his finger began thrusting in and out of your heat.    

The steady string of moans leaving your mouth was causing Peter’s breathing to deepen as he kept his steady pace. He scissored his fingers inside of you gently stretching you out.    

After a few minutes, he pulled out his fingers and slid three in this time. You clung to his shoulders your light pink nails digging into his back as you attempted to ground yourself. When you couldn't take it anymore you clenched around him letting him know you were close. He pulled his fingers out earning himself a whimper from you.   

“Please, Peter...I-I need you inside me.” You pleaded desperately as he let you catch your breath.    

“Okay, my love.” He replied, his voice tender as he caressed your cheek with his other hand.   

He lined himself up with your entrance before giving you a careful look. His eyes stared into your as he pushed inside of you slowly.   

In your younger years before you met Peter, you always found staring into your partner's eyes awkward and uncomfortable but after you fell in love with Peter that changed. Yet suddenly it was no longer awkward but a way to convey your love for the other person. It made you feel closer to Peter than you had anyone in your entire life. And to you that meant something.    

“Peter..” You moaned as your back arched causing your breasts to push against his chest.   

“I've got you, baby.” He whispered as he started moving in and out of your tight heat. His thrusts calculated and slow as his forearm supported his weight next to the right side of your head, his hand entangled in your hair as the other cupped your face gently.   

Every thrust he made had you panting a moaning against his lips. His hot breathe mingling with yours as he finally started letting out husky groans of pleasure.    

Every sound of ecstasy he made only served to push you closer to the edge. Your body pressed so close to his as you cling to him for dear life.   

“P-Peter... ‘M close.” You stuttered against his lips.   

“Me t-too, my love.” He groaned as his eyes flashed blue and his thrust became uncalculated.    

He moved the hand from your cheek between you and proceeded to press a finger to your clit. He barely circled the bundle of nerves twice before you were moaning out his name in release. He thrust a few more times as you clenched around him before he poured his seed inside you. Your name slipping past his lips as he came.   

After a minute he pulled out and moved to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and a hairbrush which caused you to chuckle softly, your voice still wrecked from all the moaning. He wiped you down before sitting you up and untying you hair. He brushed through the waves before sitting behind you and concentrating on braiding your hair so it would be wavy for tomorrow as well.   

Once he was done, he pulled you both under the covers able you lay on his chest.    

“I love you.” You mumbled against his right peck before pressing a soft kiss there.   

“I love you too, Y/N.”   

[innocentlymacabre]

Reminders to help out your supernatural friends: everyone needs a helping hand now and again

A dragon’s den can get quite stuffy, what with the being underground and the constant fumes they exhale so make sure they’ve got a good ventilation set up. Maybe poke some holes in the ground to help them.

Zombies will be disoriented when they first wake up, it’s only natural. Make sure their graves are clear of any obstructions so they can fall easily back in when they (rather quickly) tire out their undead muscles.

Do not give zombies your literal hand, no matter how much they ask for it. They aren’t bound by the rules of the fae, so you’re free to retract your offer should they trick you into agreeing.

Vampires don’t feel the cold. Remind them to put a jacket on when they leave the house so they can blend in more easily.

Vampires also now show up on film, and have shown up since digital cameras have been a thing. Remind them that next time they go to photobomb a stranger with an embarrassing pose that was old a decade ago. Or don’t — it could be fun.

Werewolf transformations are incredibly painful. Consider preparing a hot bath, maybe a heating pad, and some warm comfort food for the night after.

Witches are especially busy this time of year. Offer to help run small errands like fetching them that frog they need (leave the eye extraction to the professionals). Mason jars are also appreciated.

The tree beast clacking and scraping on your window isn’t trying to scare you. They just need a nail cutter.

The forest nymphs making those noises aren’t trying to shoo you away. They’re attracted by all the chatter and the light of your campfire and they just want to be a part of something.

Remind banshees that while their warnings are appreciated, most people would likely respond very rudely to being screamed at. Maybe just help out those that get it.

A simple hat can help your elvish brethren blend very easily, and with all the different types of hats to choose from, you don’t even need to sacrifice style.

Clogs are a comfortable and stylish way for satyrs to hide their hooves. Long pants should easily take care of any furry legs, but if shorts are their choice of garment, a simple mind your own business, pal will wear off any nosy strangers.

Minotaurs, depending on how much man and how much taur they are, could likely benefit from the tips for both satyrs and elves.

Messing with electrical devices tends to make people more angry than scared these days. Try brainstorming some better haunting ideas with ghosts.

A mask, a big hat, and tinted sunglasses can allow your more skeletally-inclined associates to blend more easily by hiding 95% of their face.

Remind everyone to come up with an at least semi-plausible backstory for their “costume” on Halloween so they can just go as themselves. It’s been a hard year for everyone.

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Everything I've written & is up to date :) If you're easily triggered do not read! I do not put specific trigger warnings. My work is all x reader. I write about people & their characters. All for fun, this is not how the people I write for actually are! Request open always:)

Misfits & friends Imagines

GoodGuyFitz/Cameron Mckay

Still Into You

SFW Alphabet

Friends to Lovers hc's

Somewhere with you

Cold

Miss You

SwaggerSouls/Eric

Maybe

It's not my birthday

More than me

Swaggs dating a latin reader hc's

Come back

Swaggs speaking Italian w/ s/o hc's

One more time

I'll be right there

Marriage w/ Swaggs hc's

Zuckles/Mason Bradford

Mornings

Zuckies w/ s/o that stutters hc's

Liar

Inotorious/Matt

Coffee Shop Meetings

Birthday Questions

Be Better

Tobionthetele

She

Other hc's including misfits

Swaggs & Fitz having a crush on reader

Being Tobi's sibling while dating Fitz

Poly relationship w/ Swaggs & Fitz

Kryoz/John

Kryoz dating latin reader hc's

Please

Arguments w/ him hc's

RaccoonEggs/Ezra

Cuddling w/ him hc's

His love language hc's

Cartoons & kisses

Dating him hc's

EpicSMP/Lunch Club/Chuckle Sandwich & Friends Imagines

Jschlatt

Guilt

Ghost of you

Why

Please don't go

I'm sorry

This city

Cscoop/Cooper

I missed you

Coop w/ s/o that stutters hc's

Cheeky smiles

Dating him hc's

A night in

Slimecicle/Charlie

Dating Charlie hc's

Cereal

Touch Starved

Charlie w/ s/o that stutters

It's okay

we're Glad

Moonlit Kisses

Roller-Skating w/ him hc's

Ice-Skating w/ him hc's

Charlie w/ s/o that picks at their skin hc's

Wedding w/ him hc's

Owning a large pet w/ him hc's

Ted Nivison

Anytime

Roller-Skating w/ him hc's

Ice-Skating w/ him hc's

Owning a large pet w/ him hc's

Justaminx

Maybe one day

Traves

Dating Traves Hc's

DreamSMP & Friends Imagines

Dream

Dating him hc's

Karl Jacobs

I'm sorry

Dating him hc's

Sapnap/Nick

Forever

Philza

Safe Inside

Punz/Luke

Cuddling w/ him hc's

Sidemen & Friends Imagines Wroetoshaw/Harry Lewis

One More Night

Nothing

Preferences

How they get your attention

Misfits EpicSMP DreamSMP

Shower's w/ them

Misfits EpicSMP DreamSMP

Song they post you to

Misfits EpicSMP DreamSMP

Their reaction to your cute aggression

Misfits EpicSMP DreamSMP

How they respond to hate towards you

Misfits EpicSMP DreamSMP

How they are when their jealous

Misfits DreamSMP EpicSMP

You flinch at their touch

Misfits

They have a nightmare about you

Misfits DreamSMP

British s/o

Misfits

Dances and Kisses

Misfits

Nickname they give you

Misfits DreamSMP EpicSMP Mr. Beast Crew

[gummy-sharks666]

Hi there, sweetie!! 💫❤️

I've seen you make random hcs about bakugan characters.

Can you do for Linus, Rafe and Paige? Pretty Please 💖🥺

AAAAAA Hello!!! <3 I will do my best but I haven’t watched thru season 4 so idk much ab Paige and Rafe ;-; so I’m sorry if I miss the mark completely w/ them lmfaooo

Linus:

Sexuality: tbh I could see him being ace but either pan or homoromantic, he needs a handsome prince to sweep him off his feet 😌

Gender headcanon: once again, I think Neathians have a different view of gender, but in terms of human gender hes probs a little more masculine leaning

A ship I have: ok hear me out,,, Sid- HEAR ME OUTTTT. I think the way they’re connected in loss fuels this ship mainly also I’m thinking a sort of beauty and the beast type thing with Linus and Sid omgggggg you guys LET ME COOK ;-; I actually kind of like him with Fabia too, mainly bc Zelda has converted me to the badass Princess and her most trusted knight agenda.

BROTP: honestly… rubanoid. I think once again through their losses they’re able to become very close partners together. I also like the idea of Elright being like someone he looks up to/a mentor figure

NOTP: AJAJSJSSH I honestly can’t think of anything just bc there’s so much of nothing for this character I’m willing to listen to anything

Random hc: I love the idea of him being from a small town/modest life (again, like Link) but he ends up being hand picked for knighthood. I’m sure he had to be amazed by the Neathian capital

General opinion: I feel similar to him the way I feel ab fabia,,, held back by the writing. I always felt like he’s just like the typical good knight character who they don’t really delve more into as a person, other than the backstory/moments of him and Neo. Both him and Fabia are characters I’ve had to force myself to see more into bc upon first and second viewing I just really did not care much for them. I’d say I have a bit more appreciation for them now tho

Rafe:

Sexuality hc: pan, wants a hot goth partner to step on him

Gender: what we would consider gender nonconforming for sureee

A ship I have: going off the goth thing what if him and Sellon 👀👀👀👀 (once again I know almost nothing ab these characters I’m just going solely based on first impression lmfao) also him and Linus could be cute 😳

BROTP: Marucho?? I was gonna say either him and Shun would get along well or they would butt heads idk

NOTP: Paige lmfao

A random hc: I’m honestly surprised he’s not related to Fabia in some way I could see him being a cousin or something

General opinion: he looks like a pathetic twink (very affectionate)

Paige:

Sexuality hc: BUTCH LESBIANNN WBK

Gender hc: definitely masc, a he/him lesbian for sure

A ship I have: hear me out,,, Paige and Julie would be cute 😳 Subterra coupleeee

BROTP: if Sid lived they would be besties for sure. I think she’d get along with Mason and Ren pretty well

NOTP: I have not seen her shipped with anyone honestly maybe Dan lmfao 💀

Random hc: Shes an oldest sibling, definitely comes from a big family that we’re probably hella traditional but she ended up being the cool lesbian sister

General opinion: I know almost nothing about her but I love her 10/10

[fensherohair]

The Marauders & The Metamorphic Witch Part 7

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"If I didn't know any better" started James, he and the group of friends entered Gryffindor Common Room after the portrait of the Fat Lady had finally decided to let them pass. A few of the portraits close by had cringed at the screech the Fat Lady had insisted was her best opera voice. "I would say old Dumbledore's speech was aimed at us" he added, motioning between (Y/N) and the remaining three Marauders. Dumbledore's speech was still fresh in memory, even after the amazing feast filled with endless choices for dinner and dessert. He'd spoken about the mischief and constant pranks the year prior, hinting toward the idea of it calming a little now, at least since those involved had more subjects to choose from and would likely be more occupied with work and other things such as the trips to Hogsmeade and Quidditch. 

"It was aimed at you dofus" commented Marlene as she walked passed, a smile on her lips. Although she was a little down, her little brother Mason, had been sorted into Slytherin. Despite that, she was proud of him and pleased he at least had one friend in Regulus. "No one else in the years above or below caused so much chaos last year. Plus we all know the new caretaker won't be pleased if he has to chase you lot around as well as Peeves" she laughed, taking a seat on one of the sofas, with Lily and (Y/N) on either side of her, Isolde on the armchair to the side, pulling faces at the first years, as if to lighten the mood slightly. 

"Ah, we'll probably be causing enough havoc in Care of Magical Creatures and DADA" replied Isolde. Her excitement had only grown over the holidays, she always had a love for creatures, even more so the magical ones. Despite only being a third year, she had hopes of one day becoming a Magizoologist, studying dragons in particular, there was just something about the mythical and dangerous beasts that always intrigued her. 

"I'll try not to melt the potion cauldron with an acidic mess this year" called Sirius, as he sat at one of the wooden tables, seemingly ignoring the girls that had begun to show attraction, almost as if he was oblivious to it. "Well, I will if (Y/N) doesn't make another banger like last year" 

"Whatever did I do to get such attention from you?" playfully asked (Y/N), the familiar mischievous gleam returning to her (E/C) eyes. Once again Sirius' cheeks began to burn up, much to (Y/N)'s amusement. Lily and Marlene also seemed to find the funny side, whereas Isolde merely commented it was sweet. Allegra on the other hand, remained quiet, as if unsure what to say or let the thoughts floating through her mind, pass her lips in a thinly worded comment. "Only joking with you Black. It would be fun tormenting you in detention again, same with James" she added with a more innocent smile. 

"Oi, I plan to stay out of detention this year. Me old parents threatened to send a howler if I didn't start behaving" hurriedly replied James, as he threatened his father wording the threat, and his mother trying to lighten the blow. Neither were particularly thrilled with the constant pranks and jokes but were at least happy he'd found friends. 

"I'll believe that when it happens" voiced Remus, with a chuckle. His eyes light up a little as the letters shared over the holidays come to mind. How Peter, James, and Sirius had come up with a plan to help him on full moons, although it was one that could take months, even years to properly succeed at. They were going to try and become Animajus. Something Remus knew was no easy feat, but at the same time, he couldn't help but be thankful to them, in the same way, he was thankful for (Y/N), using her ability to make that time of the month easier for him, if not a little more enjoyable. 

"You're jumping into studying early" commented Allegra, as she sat on the other arm, across from her twin. James had hold of an advanced potions book, another small book on top of it, although she couldn't make out what the title of it was. Peter and James looked to the books whereas Sirius and Remus shared an uncertain glance, as if they were suddenly unsure how well they could keep Remus' condition a secret or what they were going to attempt away from the often gossipy girl. 

"If you boys need help with that potion, give me a shout" voiced (Y/N), quickly figuring out what they were up to. Although she saved them the hassle of explaining, but not physically word it. Instead, she offered her skills in potion brewing. "I figured it out, from all the questions James and Sirius were asking via letters over the holidays" added the Metamorphic witch, offering a reassuring smile, their secret was safe with her, as Remus' had been since the first year. 

"How come you know everything?" asked Allegra, a rude tone to her voice, as a little bit of jealousy seeped into it as well. Isolde simply rolled her eyes at her twin, suspecting it wouldn't be long before Allegra threw herself into her old way once more, despite her promise to their parents, things would be different this year. Despite Allegra's best attempt to hide her growing jealousy of Marlene, Lily, and (Y/N)'s growing popularity it still reared its ugly head now and again. 

"I'm observant" worded (Y/N) in response, as her hair began to chain from its natural (H/C) to a darker shade of blue, with tints of silver it in. This time it appeared as if she was in control of the sudden change rather than the ability being linked with her emotions. "Plus the only way they could have made it more obvious is if they shouted it from the Astronomy tower" she added, her attention turning to the burning fire, as if something about the mundane flames, had become interesting, despite them appearing as they always did. 

"And you're smart" spoke Isolde, when (Y/N) stopped. A small chuckle escaped from the youngest Smith Twin. As Allegra all but glared at her. As if wishing they weren't related let alone twins. "What do you guys want to do in the future anyway? I remember McGonagall told us to use the holidays to think of potential careers" 

"I want to work as a healer at St Mungo's, maybe with children" replied Lily, as if she had long since decided what she wanted to do in the future. In a similar way to how Isolde herself had already decided. 

"Ministry, maybe in the Department of Mysteries, or in the Minister's office" worded Marlene, although she would also admit, she had thought about opening a shop on Diagon Alley and enjoying the endless flow of Hogwarts students coming through, as well as old friends. 

"I don't know. Not really thought about it. Perhaps Gryngotts if they'll have me" spoke James, admitting he'd not really given any thought to what he would do in the future. From the family wealth, he didn't need to work but also felt the need to stand on his own two feet one day. 

"I want to be a curse breaker" laughed Remus, admitting his wild dream with a grin, as his eyes all but lit up like Christmas lights. "Would be fun traveling around the world. Maybe one day I could write a book about it" he added, looking around his friends. Imagining them in the roles they'd spoken about. 

"Aura" simply responded (Y/N) as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She was a metamorphmagi, so disguising herself would be a little trouble. Her clumsiness, on the other hand, would be the real challenge. 

"Same" voiced Sirius, he'd long since made the decision he would be the opposite of what his family wanted. Over the years since attending Hogwarts, he'd slowly grown more distant from his parents and most of his family. The only exception appeared to be his cousin Andromeda, who encouraged him to find who he was outside the family, to follow his dreams and if he did choose to marry, do so for love rather than to follow the old family views and traditions. 

"I don't know. There's still plenty of time to find something" spoke Peter in a shakey voice, while also admitting he'd not put much thought into it. Yet he knew he didn't have the courage to be an Aura, or the brains to be a professor or any kind of teacher. Yet he did love to bake and make treats at home with his mother. Perhaps he would turn that into something, or work on potions and invent something. "What about you, Isolde?" he asked, noticing she hadn't spoken of her dream future job, but instead listened to what the rest had to say. 

"Magizoologist, specifically working with Dragons" she replied with excitement and confidence. Allegra only scoffed, she'd always believed Isolde would be like her and want a muggle job, something that reminded them of the world they had once been a part of, before finding out they were witches and being deemed weirdos by their old friends for being sent to what they believed was a boarding school. "Maybe a pro quidditch player, if I ever make it onto the team" laughed Isolde, knowing the odds of making it onto the team of seven were low, but that didn't mean she couldn't hope one day she would be good enough. 

"I want to be a singer and actor, maybe a model" snapped Allegra, a smug smile appearing on her lips, as she thought about being rich and famous, maybe using some of her magic to achieve her dreams. After all, it couldn't hurt, right? A little spell here and there or a potion when needed. "The wizarding world is too small for the likes of me" she added, her words clearly meant as an insult, although it didn't seem as if the group she was with took any notice or even registered the offending words. 

"What does Severus want to do?" asked Marlene, curious what the Slytherin, whom Lily called one of her closest friends, wanted to be when he left the walls of the castle, and his time as a student ended. 

"Potions master" simply replied Lily, displaying the topic had come up between them before, likely as one of the meaningless conversations they had talked about to pass the time, while they spent time together at the lake near the small town they both resided in. 

"Sure he doesn't aspire to be a Death Eater" commented James, although his words only caused Lily to send a death glare his way. 

"Sure you don't plan on becoming a bigger prat than you already are" she replied the redhead with an innocent smile but with a stinging whip to her words. Once again putting it on display for all to see. Although she tolerated James for now, she didn't consider him a friend and would always choose Severous over him, unless given a reason to do otherwise. 

"Alright put it to rest both of you" spoke Remus, breaking up the awkward tension that had settled over the common room. Soon enough he bid the group of girls good night and all but pulled James to the stairs leading to the boys' dormitories with him. At least preventing more of the stupidity before it occurred. Marlene did the same with Lily a few minutes later, clearly showing she wasn't comfortable being around Allegra longer than she had to be. And showing there was a rift in the small group of girls that was slowly getting bigger. 

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[eneiryu]

Thinking about Theo and death. Imagine a fic where Corey starts coughing up blood, and both of them know what it means and that, if the Dread Doctors were still alive, it would be up to Theo to kill him just like he had to kill all the other faulty mercury-bleeding chimeras, so he goes back to the operating theatres and goes through the Doctors research, even though it messes him up inside, to find a way to save him. Also thinking about Scott dying, like actually dying, no coming back, no heartbeat, no pulse, the pack feeling the finality of it kind of dying, and while everybody is mourning Theo takes one look a Scott's body and runs back to the operating theatre to get the juice that the Beast was floating in, that kept him alive that whole time and revived the other chimeras, and rushes to use it on Scott, somehow manages to bring him back to life. Just thinking about fics in which instead of putting chimeras out of their misery by killing them, he gives Corey his life back by saving him instead. Instead of him being the one to single-handedly kill Scott, he's the one to single-handedly bring him back to life

Oh, fully agree. This was essentially the plot of breathe quietly, where Theo risks his place with the pack and with Liam (and, given Argent’s misunderstanding of the situation, very nearly his life) to save Mason from the aftereffects of the Dread Doctors’ experiments. I think the whole concept gets to the core of who Theo eventually wants to be: someone who can use his knowledge and his trauma to save the people he’s come to care about.