#hunter!markiplier

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SPN AU

⤷ Mark as a hunter

I'm a simple woman; I see Mark in plaid, I see yet another fellow hunter that the Winchesters could have lost to a case.

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Just My Luck - Chapter 6

Breakfast With a Werewolf

Main Characters: Werewolf!Jacksepticeye, Hunter!Markiplier, Chica

Summary: Sean went to LA to visit friends and ended up staying at Mark’s house for the duration of the trip. He discovers something about Mark that he wished he had known before; and now he’s in a heap of trouble.

Pairing: None

Warnings: Strong Language, blood, character in pain

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Mark fell asleep in his desk chair and was awoken by Seàn’s screams and howls as he transformed back at 5 am.

Mark grabbed a blanket, when down to the basement and tossed the blanket into the room without looking.

Then he went to the kitchen and started frying some bacon.

Seàn passed through the kitchen, wrapped in the blanket and went upstairs, he came back down with clothes on. He. Was. Starving.

He didn’t so much as look at the bacon that was in the frying pan, he went straight for the rest of the package that sat next to Mark on the counter, uncooked and raw. Seàn grabbed a big handful and began eating.

He stopped mid-bite when he noticed Mark was staring at him.

“What’d you expect?” he asked.

Mark shook his head. “I don’t really know.”

“I didn’t have anything to eat last night and let me tell you, that beast’s a hungry fucker.”

“Damn…”

“I need a lot of calories to keep up with the energy needed for transformations and shit. You know, I ate a steak the night I got here, a whole deer that night in the reserve, and I was still starved for breakfast the next morning.” Seàn explained. “And I haven’t even been eating near as much as I should during the day…”

“Damn… Well, most of the meat in the freezer’s gonna start to get old soon so… I suppose you can have at it.” Mark offered.

“Oh, thank goodness.” Seàn sighed. He went over to the freezer and took out basically half a steer’s worth of meat and set it out on the counter to thaw.

“How much meat do you have at home?” Mark asked.

“A. Fuckin’. Lot.” Seàn answered. “I have a room, and not a small one, that is a dedicated freezer.”

“Holy shit… you look like a person who would be full after half a pork-chop.” Mark marvelled.

“I know, and I was that kind of person before… before.” 

Mark finished his own breakfast while Seàn wolfed down a few steaks. 

It felt so strange to find out that someone he had known for so long was a werewolf. He never would’ve guessed.

After they finished their breakfasts, they remained seated at the table and talked. Seàn finally being able to relax.

“So,” Seàn began. “I was pretty suspicious at times, but what finally convinced you that I was a werewolf?”

“Well, I got really suspicious the day after I uh… shot you, and you seemed stiff, and then Chica started acting really worried about you. So, while you were gone I did some sleuthing and I found the bloody T-shirt in the trash, and then I… kinda, sorta… snooped through your stuff a bit… and I found the bullet.” Mark said. “So, I put the air-freshener thing in the living room and waited.”

“Were Tyler and Ethan actually here yesterday?”

“Tyler was. He helped me… look for clues.”

“Is… is he…”

“A Hunter? Yes.”

“Ah… nice to know…”

“Um, how did you… remove the bullet?”

“Ah, I just… y’know… pulled it out…”

“With like… tweezers or something?”

“No…”

“With your bare hands???”

“Yeah.”

“Ouch… sorry about that…”

“No worries, I needed it… I would’ve devoured you if you hadn’t…”

“Uh huh... Okay, so, I don’t know a ton about werewolves, I’ve never actually met any, but… how does it work? Do you just… completely lose control?”

“Depends on how hungry I am… I don’t really… lose control. My instincts are just… strengthened. I don’t usually go after humans, I don’t usually give myself the chance, they really don’t taste good. I just… hadn’t eaten enough during the past few days.” Seàn explained.

“Wait… don’t taste all that good? You know what people taste like???”

Seàn sat in an awkward silence, trying not to let the memory return to his mind.

“I… I…” Seàn stuttered. He shook his head sadly. “Not my proudest moment, okay?”

“Holy shit…”

“I’m just a monster that deserves to be put down. I’ll never be able to move past that.”

Mark gave Seàn a pat on the shoulder. “It’s… it’s okay, Seàn.” Mark said.

“No, it’s not okay. Nothing will ever make it okay.” Seàn said. “I’m a monster and no one can change that.”

“Seàn! Don’t be ridiculous, you’re no monster! You’re just a man who’s been through some shit.”

“Why haven’t you shot me, Mark? You’re a Hunter. Isn’t that your job? You’re supposed to kill people like me, good or bad.”

“Actually, that’s where you’re wrong.” Mark said. “Hunters only kill those with bad intentions, because the real monsters are those that wish harm upon others. We’re not destroyers of potential threats, we’re destroyers of threats.” he explained.

“Now, disappointingly often, people who find themselves blessed with… strange abilities use them for evil. Sadly, you’re the first one I’ve met that didn’t mean harm to people.”

Seàn shook his head. “If you only knew…” he got up, walked to the window and looked outside. “When you’re a werewolf, you… crave blood and flesh and… even during the daylight hours. I can smell Chica, I can smell you, Mark. And it makes me fucking hungry.”

“But you don’t act on that hunger, Seàn, and that’s what makes the difference.” Mark said.

“I don’t know…” Seàn sighed.

Then his stomach rumbled loudly.

“Sorry… I really am hungry…” he chuckled awkwardly as he went back to the counter to grab more food.

“Damn. You just ate two steaks and a quarter pound of bacon..”

“Well, welcome to my normal, everyday diet.”

“Fuck, dude,” Mark marvelled. “You’re so skinny, where the hell does it all go?”

Seàn shrugged as he sat down and took a huge bite out of a freshly thawed out pork chop.

Chica walked up to him and tried to sniff out the meat. Seàn involuntarily froze and an inhuman growl rumbled deep in his throat.

Chica quickly backed off.

“Oh, no, no, no, Chica! I’m sorry girl, I didn’t mean to!” he said, tearing off a small piece of meat and holding it out for her.

She hesitantly approached and ate the meat out of his hand. She relaxed and her tail began softly thumping on the floor once again.

Seàn looked up at Mark who was sitting on the table. “There’s a reason I don’t have any pets…”

Mark chuckled and shook his head. “It’s going to be interesting to finally find out what werewolves are like in their day to day lives. Sitcom style.”

Seàn laughed. “Yeah.”

~~~

The End.

Or is it?

Hey guys! Dire here! If you guys really like this story and would like some more, let me know! I have an idea on where the story could go, I’m just not sure if anyone would be interested. Thanks for reading!

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Just My Luck - Chapter 3

Unfortunate Events

Main Characters: Werewolf!Jacksepticeye, Hunter!Markiplier, Chica

Summary: Sean went to LA to visit friends and ended up staying at Mark’s house for the duration of the trip. He discovers something about Mark that he wished he had known before; and now he’s in a heap of trouble.

Pairing: None

Warnings: Strong Language

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Seàn awoke to the smell of bacon drifting into his bedroom and, despite having eaten a literal deer, he was starving.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Mark greeted as Seàn entered the kitchen.

“Mornin’, Mark.” he replied.

Chica came up and greeted him, her tail wagging and she began sniffing him curiously. Obviously, the scent of deer still clung to him.

“Have a good night sleep?” Mark asked.

Seàn shrugged. “Decent. Still adjusting to the time change as per usual.”

“Gotcha, you hungry?”

“Starving.”

Chica jumped up onto Seàn in an attempt to better smell the deer on his breath.

“Chica! Down!” Mark ordered.

She returned to all fours and backed off.

“Sorry about that, Seàn, she must really like you.” Mark chuckled.

“Ah, it’s no problem. I don’t mind.”

Seàn sat down at the kitchen island as Mark set down a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him. Mark sat down across from him with his own plate.

Seàn dug in, forcing himself to take time to chew before he swallowed.

“Damn, you sure you had supper last night?” Mark asked, amused.

“Yeah, I did.” Seàn replied. “I have a high metabolism…”

Mark chuckled. “No shit.”

Seàn shrugged and continued to heat, however, a piece of bacon caught in his throat and he began to choke.

“Woah! Seàn, you good?!” Mark asked, jumping to his feet.

“No-not- *cough* Not… really-” Seàn managed to say between coughs and gags.

Mark raced to Seàn’s side of the table and performed the Heimlich Maneuver.

Seàn finally coughed up that damned piece of bacon, as well as a rather large piece of bone.

Seàn leaned against the counter and gasped for air. Mark gave him a pat on the back and sure that he was okay before sitting back down. He looked at the bone that the Irishman had coughed up.

“Dude, how the hell did you manage to swallow a bone that size???” he marvelled.

“I-I don’t know… must’ve been in the steak that I had last night…” Seàn replied, finally catching his breath.

“Yeah but… how???”

“I don’t really pay that much attention when I eat… I just… eat.” Seàn said. He knew where the bone was really from, but he wasn’t about to let a Hunter find that out.

“Damn.” Mark remarked, even though he was pretty sure that most of the steaks he owned were boneless…

~~~

The rest of the day went on pretty normal. Seàn had lunch with a few friends that he had planned to visit while Mark stayed at home. 

He got back at around 5 pm and he let himself into the house. Mark was in the living room, taking a phone call, and the second the words ‘wildlife preserve’ drifted to his ears, he went to stand next to the doorway and quietly listen. Thankfully, Seàn’s hearing was quite a bit… better than most 

“So, the only evidence was the deer’s corpse?” Mark asked the caller.

“At this point, yes.” the caller replied.

“Okay, I’ll check it out tonight.”

And they hung up.

Seàn was in trouble now. He needed a place to transform and he needed a place with food. The wolf was a hungry one, and he didn’t take kindly to being left without food. 

He figured that, because the wildlife reserve was as big as it was, he would probably be able to get away with transforming and spending the night there without running into Mark. He didn’t know for sure, but all he could do was cross his fingers and hope that he’d make it through the night.

~~~

That night, Seàn had to climb through the window in order to sneak out because Mark was still out and about. However, the window jammed and it took him a half hour to get it open. When he finally released it, he jumped from the window and booked it over the fence as fast as he could. He ran toward the reserve, not being able to pause and observe the beautiful night or enjoy it’s silence, because that silence was broken by his quick footsteps on the cement sidewalk and his heavy breathing as he walked.

He was halfway to the reserve when he felt that familiar feeling begin to well up in his chest again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he muttered. 

He had no choice but to duck behind a row of dumpsters and brace himself as the transformation. He struggled with every fibre of his being not to scream and he managed to get away with only letting out a few yelps. He hoped that they wouldn’t attract anyone’s attention. 

Finally, the transformation finished and he cowered behind the dumpster for as long as he could hold the beast back, but, of course, someone had to be going for a midnight stroll and every wolf instinct in his body kicked into high gear. He was starving, and needed to eat. 

He crept out from behind the dumpster and slowly stalked the poor unsuspecting woman for a few moments. The sweet scent of her blood and flesh drifting over Seàn’s scent glands, causing his mouth to water. He then let out a low growl to catch her attention. She whipped around and screamed in terror the second she saw him and then began running. The wonderful scent of fear pulsed from her and filled Seàn’s body with adrenaline. He gave chase but let her get slightly ahead of him, toying with her, giving her false hope. 

They approached the wildlife reserve.

“SIR! SIR, PLEASE HELP!!!” she shrieked to someone down the sidewalk.

She continued running as none other than Mark leapt in front of Seàn. Of course, Mark had driven there in his car.

He stopped in his tracks and let out a low growl. He slowly began circling Mark.

Mark carefully pulled a gun out of his jacket and pointed it at Seàn. 

“Calm down there.” he said calmly. There was still an underlying scent of fear, but Mark had obviously been in this situation before.

Seàn however, continued to circle Mark, sizing him up, until he finally lunged at lightning speed.

Mark pulled the trigger and a silver bullet was fired into Seàn’s stomach. He whined and raced away, too fast for Mark to follow. 

~~~

Chapter 4

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Just My Luck - Chapter 1

A Hunter

I’ve written quite a bit of fanfiction in my day, but I’ve never actually posted any of it til now. If you guys like it I’ll post the rest of it, enjoy!

Main Characters: Werewolf!Jacksepticeye, Hunter!Markiplier, Chica

Summary: Sean went to LA to visit friends and ended up staying at Mark's house for the duration of the trip. He discovers something about Mark that he wished he had known before; and now he's in a heap of trouble.

Pairing: None

Warnings: Strong Language

Of fucking course. Wasn't that just his luck.

Seàn had come to visit some friends in LA and was staying at Mark's place, and one evening while Mark was out picking up Chica from the dog groomers, Seàn stumbled upon a room in the basement. A somewhat hidden room, filled with things like crucifixes, wooden daggers, and knives and bullets made of silver. Plus, the place reeked of monsters and the pure, overpowering stench of it made Seàn's skin crawl.

Way to go, Seàn. He thought to himself. You're staying in the house of a Hunter.

He quickly left the room and went back upstairs. He ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water in his face in an attempt to shake his nerves.

He looked into the mirror.

Do you really want to run away though? Something inside him said. Wouldn't it be so much easier to just... die? Be done with it all?

He shook his head.

No.

He took a few deep breaths and went into the living room to try and relax on the couch. He scrolled through his Twitter feed in an attempt to distract himself. It didn't work.

Soon, he heard Mark's car pull into the driveway. He tensed as footsteps approached the front door but he forced himself to relax as Mark opened the door and Chica rushed in to greet him.

He hadn't actually seen Chica yet since he'd arrived, and she rushed up to him. Seàn tensed again and growled involuntarily. Chica backed off a little, unsure of what to make of him. He forced himself to relax yet again, and encouraged her to come closer.

"C'mere girl." He said as Mark finally entered the room, carrying a bag of dog-food.

"Hey, Seàn! Not bored to death yet?" Mark asked.

Chica hesitantly approached Seàn and he let her sniff his hand.

"No, not yet. Phones are a great time consumer." Seàn replied.

"Too true." Mark chuckled. "Sometimes it's a good thing, sometimes it's bad."

Seàn nodded and Mark put the dog-food into a cupboard in the kitchen which joined the living room. Chica finally relaxed and Seàn was scratching her behind the ears while she curiously sniffed him.

Seàn leaned forward and whispered to her. "Sorry about that girl."

Mark grabbed a can of pop out of the fridge. "Want one?" he asked.

"Sure."

Mark took a second can and tossed it to Seàn before sitting down across from him. Chica left and sat down in front of Mark. Her tail softly thumping on the floor as she tried to get his attention. Mark have her a few pats on the head.

"Feeling shy today, girl?" Mark said as he kissed her on the head. Then he looked up at Seàn. "Did you have supper yet?" He asked.

"Yeah, I did." Seàn nodded. "I grabbed a steak out of your freezer. Hope you don't mind..."

"Oh, no problem." Mark replied.

From there, they carried on with small-talk for an hour or so until it was about 8:30 when Mark announced that he'd be heading off to bed a little early today.

"I think I'll hit the sack now as well." Seàn said.

"Alrighty, sounds good." Mark said as he got up. "Oh, and could you turn off the hallway lights up there by your room?"

"Will do." Seàn replied.

Mark nodded and they both went their separate ways to go to bed.

Honestly, Seàn was just glad to get away from the horrible stench that drifted off of Mark's clothes. Distressed vampire. A vampire that Mark had probably killed while he was out. Whoever they were probably deserved it, though. Most monsters were... well, monsters. Seàn, sadly enough, included himself in that count.

~~~

Chapter 2

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Just My Luck - Chapter 5

Confession

Main Characters: Werewolf!Jacksepticeye, Hunter!Markiplier, Chica

Summary: Sean went to LA to visit friends and ended up staying at Mark’s house for the duration of the trip. He discovers something about Mark that he wished he had known before; and now he’s in a heap of trouble.

Pairing: None

Warnings: Strong Language, Blood, Character in Pain

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

It was 7 pm when Seàn got back and Tyler was already gone, but the second he entered the living room he was greeted with an overpowering stench of air-freshener.

“Holy fuck, what is that smell???” he coughed, pinching his sensitive nose.

Mark chuckled. “Ah, Tyler accidentally knocked over a bottle of air-freshener, it broke open and spilled everywhere.” he explained.

“Ugh, it’s so strong…”

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to get the smell out all day but nothing’s working.” Mark huffed. “I’m gonna have to get some professional cleaners in here to clean it up.”

“Ah, well, I’m just gonna sit in the kitchen then for now.”

Seàn went to the kitchen and stretched carefully, his movements still somewhat stiff. The bullet wound was mostly healed at this point, but still painful. He’d taken the bandages off already and there was no more risk of Chica smelling his blood.

Mark announced at 8 pm that he’d be hitting the sack early and so Seàn went to bed then as well. He took this as the perfect opportunity to get out to the reserve early. He didn’t want a repeat of last night. Seàn put on his jean jacket and tip-toed down the stairs. Mark wasn’t out and about so he could finally use the patio doors again, which was a million times better than scaling the wall out the window.

The living room still reeked of air-freshener but he pinched his nose and made his way to the patio doors. To his surprise, there was a chain and padlock on the doors.

“What the fuck?” he mumbled to himself.

“Where are you headed?” Mark’s voice came from a chair in a shadowed corner of the room.

Seàn jumped. “M-Mark?”

The lights came on. “Yes, Mark.” He said. “Where are you going? It’s getting dark out there.”

Seàn chuckled nervously. “Just out for a breath of fresh air before bed, y’know?”

“Really?” Mark paused. “How’s your throat been feeling since you choked on that bone yesterday?” he asked.

“P-Pardon me?”

“You heard me.” 

Seàn didn’t like Mark’s tone of voice.

“It’s been fine. Could… could you unlock this door?” Seàn asked.

“Now hold on, we haven’t really sat down and talked yet. Like, really talked. Come one, Seàn, sit down and let’s chat.”

Seàn was dead.

“I-I’d rather not.” Seàn said.

“Seàn. Sit.” Mark ordered, a menacing undertone to his voice.

Seàn hesitantly obeyed. He still had an hour and a half before transformation time.

“How’s your stomach been?” Mark asked.

“What?”

“I noticed you seemed a bit stiff today. Overworked those abs?”

“I… I think I must’ve slept in a weird position or something…” Seàn answered.

I’m fucking dead…

“You sure about that?” Mark asked. “I thought maybe you would’ve been injured by something. Saayyy… a silver bullet or something?”

Seàn remained silent and stared at the floor.

“Seàn, do you maybe have something to tell me?” Mark asked.

He panicked. Seàn leapt from his seat and scrambled through the kitchen and to the front door, but it was locked as well.

Mark chased after him and cornered him in the foyer with a gun pointed to his forehead.

“Okay, okay, okay!” Seàn cried, his hands up. “You’ve caught me, Mark. Okay?”

“Alright,” Mark said. “Now, let’s go sit down in the living room and try this again.” 

Seàn hesitantly began walking. Mark behind him with the gun the whole way.

They sat down and Mark kept the gun in his hand.

“Well, Seàn?” he said. “Do you have something to tell me?”

“Fine! Yes! I’m a fucking werewolf. Did you have to make me say it??? Seàn broke down into tears.

Mark put the gun down on the coffee table between them. “Yes, I did have to make you say it.” he said.

“Wh-what?” Seàn sniffed.

“That’s the best way to tell if someone has good intentions or not.” Mark said.

“Wh-what do you mean? Aren’t you going to shoot me?” Seàn hiccoughed, looking at the gun on the coffee table.

“No, Seàn, I’m not going to shoot you. You’re not a bad guy and you don’t deserve to be shot.”

“But… but I’m not a good guy… I almost killed someone last night!”

“Seàn. You don’t enjoy being a werewolf, do you?” Mark said.

Seàn shook his head, shaking and sobbing.

“You’ve never hurt anyone on purpose have you?”

“No! No, I would never!” 

“Exactly. You’re not a bad guy, I honestly don’t think you could be a bad guy if you wanted to. When you admitted to being a werewolf, you weren’t defensive, you weren’t even the least bit confident in it. You were sorrowful, and that tells me a lot about who you are as a person and as a werewolf.”

“R-really?” Seàn asked, his voice shaky and cracking.

Mark got up and went into the kitchen to brew some tea. He walked back into the living room with a steaming cup for the Irishman. He put it down in front of him and then reached under the coffee table to grab a small device that was releasing heavy doses of air-freshener into the air.

“Won’t be needing this anymore.” He said, turning it off and throwing it into the trash.

“You… you put that there on purpose?”

“Yeah, it was so you wouldn’t smell me when you came downstairs.”

“Huh… smart.” Seàn said.

“Now, drink the tea, it’ll help you calm down.” Mark said.

Seàn nodded and took the warm cup into his hands. Mark waited until Seàn finished. When he took the last sip it was a quarter to ten.

“Okay,” Mark began. “I’m no werewolf aficionado, but isn’t it… about that time?”

Seàn looked at his watch. “FUCK!” he shouted. “SHIT, I GOTTA GO!”

“Seàn! Calm down! I have a room in the basement designed just for this sort of thing! You can spend the night in there!”

“Really?” Seàn asked.

“Yes, really!”

“Oh… thank you…” Seàn said, calming down.

“No problemo.” Mark replied before getting up and leading Seàn down into the basement.

Seàn doubted Mark for a second when he saw the padded cell, but he pushed it to the back of his mind and decided to trust Mark. Besides, even if Mark did kill him, what did it matter? He would finally be put out of his misery.

“Don’t worry about making too much noise or breaking anything, it’s soundproof and practically indestructible.”

“Oh, okay… Thanks” Seàn said, entering the clean, white room.

“Alrighty, good night.” Mark said.

Seàn chuckled. “Good night.”

Good night? I haven’t had a ‘good night’ since I first turned. But he left that comment alone in his mind.

Mark closed the door and there was a loud ‘clunk’ sound as the heavy lock was put in place. He went upstairs and to his office where he logged on to his computer to watch Seàn through a security camera. He’d never actually seen a werewolf transformation before and his curiosity got the better of him.

He watched as Seàn sat down in the middle of the floor.

“Here we go again…” the Irishman muttered.There was a short silence before Seàn started taking deep breaths. His breaths became faster and shakier, and Mark suddenly found himself feeling nervous when he saw the terrified expression on his friend’s face. Was it really that bad if it happened every night?

Then suddenly, Seàn’s entire body tensed up and he flinched as a wave of pain hit him. It knocked him onto his side and Mark watched, horrified as the rest of the transformation took place. Seàn’s body began rearranging itself as he shrieked in pain. He screamed so loud that Mark could hear it through the walls.

After about 10 minutes or a lifetime, there was nothing but a panting mass of a beast lying in the middle of the floor. Five times larger than Mark or bigger, he couldn’t really tell. All he knew was that it… or rather, Seàn, was huge. He watched as Seàn shakily pulled himself up onto his feet, only to vomit blood everywhere, and not just a little bit.

After the whole ordeal Seàn simply began pacing around the room, occasionally whimpering, and Mark fell asleep in his desk chair.

~~~

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Just My Luck - Chapter 2

The Transformation

Main Characters: Werewolf!Jacksepticeye, Hunter!Markiplier, Chica

Chapter One

Pairing: None

Warnings: Strong Language

Seàn turned the hallway lights off and went into his bedroom only to grab a jacket, put some pillows under the blanket, and leave again.

He tip-toed down the stairs and towards the back, patio doors. He didn't know the code to disarm the security system so he couldn't use the front door.

As he snuck through the living room, he noticed that there was light coming from underneath the basement door.

Mark was down there.

Seàn quickened his pace and opened the unlocked patio doors. Why Mark had left them unlocked Seàn wasn't sure of, but he had left the window to the guest bedroom which he occupied open a crack just in case Mark locked the doors while he was gone.

He carefully and quietly slipped through the door and closed it again, just as the door to the basement opened and Mark emerged.

Seàn dove behind the barbeque and crouched there until Mark wandered off towards his bedroom.

Seàn left the safely of his hiding spot and jogged to the edge of the yard where he launched himself up over the fence and continued on down the sidewalk. He was lucky that Mark lived at the edge of the suburbs because right near his house was the Moody Wildlife Reserve. The perfect place for Seàn to go and safely spend the night.

He took a deep breath as he walked, letting the cool night air fill his lungs, refreshing him and bringing his senses to life. It was mostly dark and the remaining light from the sun shone a deep indigo at the bottom of the sky. Soft shadow encompassed everything that wasn't under the warmth of the streetlights and his shoes scraped tiny pebbles across the smooth concrete and created little crunching noises. The few people that passed by him only nodded in greeting.

Leaving the silent night to speak for them.

After a short period of walking, Seàn came up to the reserve. With a running start, he managed to get over the six and a half foot fence, parkour style. Once inside, he walked as far into the dark woods as he could until his watch began beeping, letting him know that it was almost 10 pm.

"About that time again…" he muttered to himself.

He began taking his clothes off and folding them. He stacked them neatly and put them underneath a small bush with his watch and phone.

Then, Seàn sat down in the grass, and waited.

It didn't take long before an all too familiar feeling began to well up in his chest.

"Alrighty, Seàn, time to brace yourself…" the Irishman told himself.

He began to take deep breaths and he pinched his eyes shut.

Then, the feeling that had welled up and filled his chest, zeroed in on his heart before bursting into an agonizing wave of pain that shot through his entire body, knocking him onto his back and causing him to scream.

What ensued was 10 gut-wrenching minutes of Seàn's body rearranging itself and him struggling not to scream too loudly. His muscles stretching and growing, his bones moving and cracking. He squirmed on the ground and tried to catch his breath as pain wreaked havoc on his transforming body.

Finally, his body stopped changing and settled into its new form, leaving Seàn nothing but a sweating, panting heap of fur on the ground. He lay there for a few moments before his stomach heaved and blood gushed from his mouth, splashing onto the ground. He gagged for a moment and finally it was done.

He was then able to pull himself up off of the ground and immediately his stomach growled. He began to wander around, in search of food.

Soon, he caught the scent of a young deer and he began to follow it. His animal instincts kicked in as he approached the doe, dropping to a low crouch and stalking it until he was close enough to pounce.

He leapt for the unsuspecting creature, landing on top of it and quickly ripping its throat out before it had a chance to realize what was happening.

He tasted its sweet blood on his tongue and immediately began to tear into its flesh, relishing in every flavour, every snap of its bones until there was nothing but a broken, bloodied skeleton left.

He padded back to where he had left his things and fell asleep on the ground there. Awoken by the agonizing pain brought on by his transformation back to human form at 5 am. It finished with Seàn vomiting blood again, and so when he had caught his breath he put his clothes back on and headed back to Mark's house.

~~~

When Seàn arrived back at Mark's place he wasn't sure if Mark was already awake or not so he climbed up to the window to the guest bedroom using the thankfully sturdy vines that snaked up the side of the house. He made it up easily and decided that he'd sleep for a few hours before going downstairs to greet the day.

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Chapter 3

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Just My Luck - Chapter 4

A Single Silver Bullet

Main Characters: Werewolf!Jacksepticeye, Hunter!Markiplier, Chica

Summary: Sean went to LA to visit friends and ended up staying at Mark’s house for the duration of the trip. He discovers something about Mark that he wished he had known before; and now he’s in a heap of trouble.

Pairing: None

Warnings: Strong Language, Blood, Character in Pain

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

(Yeah, you’re gonna want to go back and read the previous chapters before jumping in here)

Suddenly the fact that he was hungry was completely wiped from Seàn’s mind as pain pulsed through his abdomen. His rational thinking mind was restored and he headed back to Mark’s house. It would be the last place Mark would look for the injured werewolf.

So, Seàn lied down in the shadows behind the garbage bins by the pool shed. He stayed there, quietly whimpering until the morning sun began to light up the sky, bringing the transformation along with it.

It hurt ten times more than usual, what with there being a fucking silver bullet in his gut and all. As soon as it was over, Seàn dragged his aching body to the patio doors. Locked.

And so, one painful grip after the other, he pulled himself up the side of the house using the vines to get to his bedroom window.

Mark wasn’t home yet, so Seàn quickly put on pants, grabbed an old t-shirt, and rushed to the bathroom.

He looked at the bleeding, oozing hole in his stomach in the mirror.

“Fuck…” he muttered. “Way to go, Seàn. You’ve managed to get yourself fucking shot.”

He used the old t-shirt he had grabbed and held it against the wound.

“Fucking silver.” he said, on the verge of crying.

He then, without giving himself a chance to think twice about it, dug his fingers into the hole, found the bullet, and yanked it out.

“FUUUUCK…” he hissed through his teeth.

He bent over and leaned his head against the counter to try and gather himself, tears pouring from his eyes.

It took a few moments, but finally he began to clean up the blood that somehow had managed to spatter everywhere with the old t-shirt. His gut burned. Normally it would take only an hour or so to heal a wound like this, but the bullet had been made of silver, and now would probably take all day.

Seàn used the bandage that he found in the cupboard under the sink and wrapped it around his torso. Then he went back to his room, put on a clean t-shirt and a baggy hoodie in hopes that it would help prevent his movements from looking too stiff. His abdomen kept giving him nasty stabs of pain but he tried to move it as normally as he possibly could.

Mark soon pulled into the driveway and Seàn quickly put the silver bullet in a pocket of his suitcase, then casually went downstairs.

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“Morning, Seàn!” Mark greeted cheerfully.

“Mornin’, were you out this morning?” Seàn asked.

“Yeah, I was. It was a nice morning so I took Chica out to the dog park. Figured I’d let you sleep.” Mark replied.

“Ah, gotcha.”

“Anything in particular you want for breakfast?” 

Seàn’s stomach growled. A whole pig would be nice right about now…

“Just a bowl of cereal will be fine.” Seàn said as he grabbed the box of cereal from the cupboard and Mark slid a bowl across the kitchen island to him.

“You got any big plans for the day?” Mark asked.

“I was gonna have lunch with Arin today. Probably hang out all day.”

“Nice!”

“You?”

“Ah, I was gonna get some stuff done around the house, I think I’m gonna see what Tyler and Ethan are up to today, see if we can hang for a bit.”

“Cool, cool.”

Chica padded into the room, her tail wagging. She walked up to Seàn and sniffed him. She caught the scent of his blood and let out a little whine while nudging him gently with her nose.

Basically saying; “Hey, I smell blood, you okay? You don’t seem okay.”

Seàn patted her on the head. “Hey girl, what’s the matter?”

“Huh, she’s acting weird.” Mark said.

She jumped up with her paws on his lap and carefully sniffed around his stomach, where the blood smell was coming from. “Hey Chica, you okay, girl?” Seàn asked, gently pushing her nose away from his wound.

She left his lap and walked over to Mark and whined again.

“Huh, that’s really weird. Are you okay, Chica-Bica?” Mark asked as he scratched her behind the ears. 

With Mark petting her she forgot about Seàn and just became her normal, sweet, excited self.

“Well, I guess she’s back to normal now…” Seàn chuckled, continuing to finish off his cereal.

Mark eyed Seàn cautiously. Is there something wrong with Seàn? He asked himself.

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At lunch time, Seàn got an Uber and went off to meet up with Arin and Suzie at a cafe while Tyler showed up at Mark’s place.

“Hey, Tyler.” Mark greeted. “What’s up?”

“Not much, you?”

“Uh… there’s some stuff on my mind.”

“Like what?”

“Like Seàn, something’s off and I’m afraid of what it might be.”

“You mean…”

Mark nodded.

“Well… Maybe we could look around for uh… evidence?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah.”

Tyler went outside while Mark went upstairs to the guest bedroom. He opened the door and sighed. He didn’t feel good about snooping through Seàn’s things, but it had to be done. He spotted the Irishman’s suitcase on the floor at the foot of his bed. He crouched next to it and started looking through it. 

Underwear, toothbrush, t-shirts, pants, mismatched socks and everything you’d expect to be in a suitcase.

He opened a small pocket on the side of the suitcase. Mark froze.

“Fuck.” he said aloud.

“Hey, Mark, where are you?” he heard Tyler shout from downstairs.

“Guest bedroom!” He shouted in return.

He heard Tyler’s footsteps thumping as he ran up the stairs.

“Hey, Mark, I uh…This was in the trash bin outside.”

Mark stood up and looked to see a bloodied T-shirt in Tyler’s hands.

“I found something too…” Mark said, holding up the silver bullet that he’d pulled out of Seàn’s suitcase.

“Well… I suppose you know what to do then, don’t you?”

Mark sighed. “I suppose I do.”

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Chapter 5