Shadowhunters!AU 2
Ray never really fit in among the Fair Folk. They were all more colorful, more playful, some of them much more cruel, enjoying their manipulation of mortals or other Downworlders. Ray always felt plain among them, colorless, boring; they let him know that he was right about that every day of his life. Where they omitted parts of the truth to serve their own purposes, Ray blurted the truth out without prompting. When they sang and danced and loved, Ray buried himself in books and delighted in the sciences of the mortals.
Leaving the Seelie Court was the best decision he ever made, even though it did not make him feel less alone in the world. But he learned so much, created so much, even though his people would sneer at his successes. He was... if not happy then certainly content, with his company and with his books.
Until Eobard Thawne, the renegade Shadowhunter, showed up and kidnapped Ray straight out of his lab, in need of fae blood and a scientist who would help further his megalomaniac goals.
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Mick did not particularly want to become a werewolf. He wasn’t even aware it was an option, until he was nineteen, no family, no friends, no direction in his life, and he made a wish.
Granted, he thought it was a dream, or that he was high: but when the weird people with pointy faces and bright eyes showed up, offering to grant him a wish, he did not hesitate. It wasn’t real, after all, was it?
Twenty-four hours later, there was just agony and a huge bite mark on his thigh, and Mick learned that the damned fairies understood a ‘fresh start’ in some really screwed-up ways.
He was faster, stronger, and his burns did not heal into the angry, twisted scars from before - but the urge to touch the flames did not disappear. A few years and a bar-fight with some annoying guy later, suddenly there were others like him, fangs and claws and all that, following him around. No matter how many times Mick told them he didn’t want to be their Alpha or whatever, they just kept showing up, until they were pretty much regulars at Saints & Sinners.
As long as they didn’t bother him with their shit and kept buying him an occasional beer, Mick reluctantly let them hang around. They considered him their leader, stupid puppies that they were, and Mick mostly ignored them.
Until they started disappearing, one by one, hunted down by some crazy-ass Shadowhunter jerk who thought he should be the king of the world, or some such bullshit. Shadowhunters always pissed Mick off with their self-righteous crap, but this one took the cake. And Mick’s puppies.
That’s how Mick finds himself standing in the middle of Thawne’s lab, blood still dripping from his claws, glaring at a guy who he thought just another Shadowhunter lackey, but who joined the fight on the wolves’ side about halfway through.
“Hi,” the guy says, visibly shaken after having killed at least two of Thawne’s men, but still smiling bright and wide, “I’m Ray.”
Mick’s jaded heart does a somersault. He notices the pointed ears and mentally groans: when will the fucking fairies be done messing with his life?!