plots please
1. Verse: "Gods & Ghosts"
Setting: Urban Fantasy / Post-Buffyverse Plot: "The Wolf You Feed"
Faith’s been tracking a string of deaths that don’t feel like vampire work—something older, messier, and unnervingly deliberate. It leads her to Luc, a creature even her Council files don’t quite understand. Not demon, not human, not something she can just stake and walk away from.
But Luc’s not behind the deaths. He’s been investigating them, too. They agree to work together. Reluctantly. Faith is wary of his silence. Luc is wary of her recklessness. Their chemistry is violent—fight, flirt, repeat—and the tension simmers hotter than any Hellmouth.
Along the way, they find something in each other they didn’t expect: someone who gets what it means to live with blood on their hands and no redemption guarantee.
“You keep looking at me like you want to save me,” she mutters once. Luc’s voice is quiet. “I look at you like I know it’s too late.”
2. Verse: "Ashes & Asphalt"
Setting: Modern AU, No Supernatural Elements Plot: "Wreckage Doesn't Scare Me"
Luc is a reclusive ex-soldier with more ghosts than friends, working under-the-table jobs and trying not to feel too much. Faith is a parolee doing court-ordered community service and picking fights with the local recovery group leader. She’s five years clean, but barely hanging on.
They meet through a mutual contact—maybe a group for veterans and trauma survivors. Faith’s immediately suspicious of the quiet guy with haunted eyes and bloodstained knuckles. He’s not much for conversation. But he never looks at her like she’s broken.
When Faith starts seeing signs that someone from her past is back in town—someone who hurt her—Luc doesn’t ask questions. He just stands beside her, quiet and immovable.
They don’t fall in love cleanly. They fall like bricks. Bruising and messy. But for once, maybe that’s the kind of love they can live with.
3. Verse: "Blood & Rebirth"
Setting: Post-Apocalypse / Supernatural-Heavy Plot: "Last Ones Standing"
The world has ended. Not in fire, but in slow decay—demonic rifts tearing open cities, angels long since retreated, and the Watchers’ Council reduced to whispers. Faith survives on instinct, grit, and the refusal to die quietly. She’s made her peace with being the last Slayer left standing.
Luc is older than this mess. He remembers what the world used to be. But now, he's hunting a rogue supernatural faction trying to bend the crumbling world into something worse. He crosses paths with Faith in a decimated city—both of them wounded, both of them tired of fighting alone.
They form a pact. No big speeches, just survival. But as they journey across the wreckage of what was, there are small moments. Shared silences. Firelight reflections. Glimpses of what it means to fight for something again instead of just against it.
They’re not the heroes this world wanted. But maybe they’re all it has left.