#fabiusmaximusx

[screwthejob]

Days in this place, Days of spending time in the much of it all and staying in the only hotel in town which by the wasn't worth even bragging about. But he stuck it out to finish this job and tonight he was determined to finish and leave town like he was never even there. Dean hated this place every since the last time he was there as it didnt turn out so well for him but there was reports of killings that werent just that. It never was just that to the trained eye. Werewolves seemed to be running this place and as far as the hunter was concerned a stop had to be put to it. It was dark, cold and rainy as he walked among the trees trying to remain quiet as possible so he could find what it was he was looking for. A few years ago, having gotten into the circle somewhat (in which he was praying to god that it wasnt the same wolves he’d met and gotten to know) that they trusted him enough to show Dean where they hung out at. Which of course hence why he was up north of the city, gun in one hand and flashlight in the other in case he needs it.  Alas he hears a voice, and one that sound very familiar to him. Brow furrow as he tightens his grip on his pistol does too as he moves in their direction. “Leave the girl alone.” he says finally revealing himself and stepping closer to what seems like two bigger guys, not even bothering with his flashlight. Sure he couldnt see all that well but he could see enough. In which from what he could tell they had a third party. His heart was racing as he was the only one out there with no backup, but he wasnt about to let them kill who stood between them. 

[singersonlydaughter]

@fabiusmaximusx  followed!

“If you’re not gonna believe how I got this broken wrist, then you’re really not gonna believe how it actually happened.”

[lndnwlf]

 @fabiusmaximusx​  send in: ‘   CREATE  for our muses have sex with the intent to conceive.   ’

their bodies moved in a sync like no other --- ciara’s frame was made to fit against jackson’s. her moans were his favorite sound, intoxicating & sweet in the wolf’s ears. it was the words ‘   lets make a baby   ’ that completely froze the wolf for a good FIVE seconds, before he’d rolled off the emissary, sitting himself up on the edge of the bed, hands running through his hair.

the questions came quickly --- questions he didn’t want to answer. there was nothing wrong. nothing wrong that the wolf could see, anyway. but he knew ciara would think there was something wrong with HER if he told her what he was thinking.

jackson didn’t want kids of his own.

he had his fair share of fuck ups --- between his biological parents ( who he knew nothing about ) & his adoptive, he just didn’t want to fuck anyone else up as he was. who knew if his biological parents didn’t have any mental health or physical ailments that could be passed down to another life should they be born human, as he was. or how did he know that if his werewolf gene would be passed down to the child that he wouldn’t have to console a teenager about killing someone & making sure they don’t get caught by hunters & get killed.

the wolf knew those were all small things adding to the biggest reason of all --- he just didn’t want them. there was no logical excuse. jackson liked living his life as he lived it. free from the weight of taking care of another life.

‘   ci, i---   ’ a hand ran through his hair, humorless laugh leaving his lips in a nervous gesture, ‘   i don’t want kids. i like my life as it is. i don’t need --- i don’t WANT to be tied down with a kid. i’m sorry.   ’

[darkencd]

&   *   ------   ciara   (   @fabiusmaximusx​   )

‘   didn’t think you made this early of house calls, ciara.   ’ a tone of amusement was held in derek’s tone, dancing in his green orbs despite the tiredness behind them. ‘   i wouldn’t have called if i didn’t think you needed to see these, too.   ’ he’d hoped talia’s claws would make up for disappearing to south america. after all, he didn’t tell any of the pack where he’d gone. he should have at least told his emissary.

[criesblood]

fabiusmaximusx said: ❛   i see the bad moon arising, i see trouble on the way.   ❜

A skeptical glance. “What trouble?” She thought Ciara was perhaps exaggerating a tad--- unless she was feeling a vibe Bloody Mary hadn’t picked up on. It was possible, her ability to sense when things were amiss dulled considerably after her death. The specter walked gracefully toward the open window, hands coming to rest on the sill and breeze softly blowing her dark locks. “I rather like the full moon,”  she remarked, eyes in the sky as she admired the glowing orb that cast a subtle light over the streets. "The energy, the chaos it brings...” a smile. “And if it brings trouble, I’m certain we can handle it.”

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[lndnwlf]

@fabiusmaximusx​ sent in:  ❛   you’re  so  fucking  physically   &   mentally  attractive  at the  same  time   ,   that’s  why  i’m  so  crazy  about  you.   ❜

the compliment wasn’t something jackson hadn’t heard before, but it was always a small surprise when the words would fall from ciara’s mouth. a soft chuckle left his lips as he looked up from his coffee up, cerulean gaze lacking on that of the emissary before him. ‘   i still stand by saying i’m everyone’s type, princess.   ’ a wink was sent her way before taking another sip of the hot liquid within his mug, another chuckle leaving his lips.

[unsaintedfox-a]

“I’ve never asked anyone out before but with you I think I’ll have to.”

Ask my muse out

Deshi had decided to go out for drinks instead of getting drunk at home. He was restless due to the incoming storm, his Kitsune spirit pacing within him. He really didn’t have any motive to find someone to entertain him for the night, just wanting to drink enough until he could finally relax. On his second Seven-Seven he felt someone walk up next to him, a smirk crossing his lips as he looked down at the female. Turning slowly to face her, he let himself get a good look at her as his smirk sharpened slightly. “Is that so? I’d have to tell you, sweetheart, I don’t put out on the first date.” Winking at her, he couldn’t have given a worse lie.