#heirsstarter

[ellebranwell]

Ella needed something to distract her with all the stuff that it’s going lately in the shadow world. She put on her pijamas, turn on the tv and start to watch a mundane movie. It was called “the kissing booth” a little cheesy for her, but it was a great distraction, she was so distracted that she didn't even notice that someone was behind her. 

[tessa-jocelyn-parker]

“Meeko, come here kitty. Meeko!”

[princeton-law]

Princeton looked out through the stained glass window, rocking Blair a bit too roughly now as he was frustrated. For nearly an hour he had been trying to lull her back to sleep with barely any success. The swaying he was doing now had seemed to hush her, but only because he had disoriented her for a moment. Within seconds, she was wailing in his ear again. 

“This is what you get for using your DNA to make a baby,” He muttered to himself, recalling how his mother used to embarrass him with stories about how reckless of an infant he was. He tried bouncing her up in the air, her hiccuping cries seizing for a moment. A little laugh escaped her mouth in between her cries, or at least he hoped it was a laugh. He bounced her again and finally noticed a change in her behavior, and so he did it again and again.

[damianjacewaywright]

Damian sat in Hunter’s moon, drinking his second beer of the night. He notices someone peeking at him from a few seats down the bar. He turns toward them. “Can I help you with something?” 

[pierced-holden]

Call It What You Want || Open

Holden rubbed at his eyes as the door of the storage unit creaked open, the afternoon sun greeting him with blinding light. His wrists stung as the chains pressed against the tender skin, though the coolness of the metal’s touch soothes it slightly. Part of him wondered if he had actually changed this time because for the last year, he struggled with control just days before the full moon and spent a whole three days trading Dallon’s soft snores for the clanking of the storage unit. But lately, he was struggling more and more early with it, sometimes a whole week prior.

He shuddered, lifting himself off the floor and into an upright position. He may not have been naked, but he might as well have. The collar of his shirt, or what was left of it, hung down the middle of his torso and his sweatpants were practically bursting at the seams from whatever transformation did occur. He used to hate those pants, a pair his grandmother had given him with little regard to his actual size, but he was grateful for how oversized they were now. They were the only thing keeping him clothed at the moment.

Moving to make sense of the figure that opened the door, Holden practically made himself fall to the ground again from his chains. As much as Elise had snapped at him the first time he brought them as a precaution for her own transformation, he believed he needed them. They helped him feel grounded for nights like these, gave him something to literally hold on to while his body tried to choose one side of him over another. But, alas, he couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed that someone caught him in them, even if his car did jingle with them whenever he swerved into the Academy parking lot too fast.

He couldn’t make out a specific smell, his nose too focused on the dried blood that had settled into the cracks of his hands, but he knew for a fact that their scent was some what familiar. He was just grateful it wasn’t a mundane. He had already heard the gasps of disbelief and jokes about an S&M session gone wrong before they closed the door.

“You just gonna stand there or help?” He grumbled, standing up on is knees and patting his pockets down for his keys. However, his parting remained silent with no joyful noise of the metal clinking together and he looked across the unit to see them pressed against the corner of the room. The obnoxious keychain Taryn had given him practically taunted him now and he tried his best to contort his body enough to try and grab them.

[carsyngray]

Headphones in and music blasting, Carsyn slowed from her five mile run. Though the distance was nothing for her, she’d pushed herself time-wise, leaving her chest heaving for air. Her hands rested on her knees. It was easier to run than to sit still. To stay in her room and think about the what-ifs. Inhaling sharply, she pushed away the voice in her head that reminded her that she was particularly good at running away from things. With a sigh, she straightened and pushed her hair out of her face. “Holy fuck--” she jumped. “How long have you been standing there?”

[leahlovelace-blog]

“I believe you are still half asleep” She was surprised for finding herself having breakfast with company, she normally was the first one to wander around the dinning room and then begin training

[beauty-and-brainss]

Bellamy is shooting arrows at the makeshift targets she made against the trees. Being so near her “sister” lately was really taking an emotional toll on her. She was angry that she was taken from her life as a fae but also happy to have grown up the way she did. Sighing and shooting another arrow. She hears a twig snap behind her. Bell narrows her eyes and quickly reloads her bow and turns toward the figure hiding behind the trees. “Who’s there?”