#xwolfbonds

[fateofbrxs]

@xwolfbonds​ closed starter // henrik & scott

Henrik wasn’t exactly sure what this relationship was. On one hand, him and Scott had become really close friends over the past year even while he was away at school. Coming back to New Orleans meant that they would spend even more time together. And when they’d met-up again, it felt like everything was just how they’d left off. It would have been a lie to say that Henrik wasn’t majorly attracted to his new friend. He just simply hadn’t broken that to Scott to avoid scaring the other off. What they were doing now was good enough for him. 

Tonight, the two werewolf-witches were in the market for some magical herbs. Henrik looked over to where Scott was standing and smiled. “Find what you’re looking for?” Henrik asked before showing the small container that was in his own hands. “Acacia. It’s to help with astral projections.” Some of his friends from school were expecting him to magically project himself back every now and again. He had a few others herbs as well within his arms which he’d be paying for shortly. “What else do you need?”

[tigerincahoots]

BEACON HILLS. It was probably the most stupid and dangerous place that Kevin had ever been to --- and he had travelled all over the globe hunting for supernatural creatures. Truth be told, the town itself was so mundane and quaint for untrained eyes that it could be the best of places for him to settle down --- if retirement was ever in the cards dealt for him. But for the time being, he was there for different reasons. Not to hunt some lunatic werewolf that had gone rogue or to gather intel on an ancient Celtic tree that possessed powers that few could truly understand. If only things were that easy that time around.

BUT NO. Things were not easy. Pausing his hand before he knocked on Scott’s door, Kevin could feel his jaw clenching with untapped rage. He was not one to disobey direct orders from his superiors but this time around? Being sent to Beacon Hills to hunt down genetically modified humans or study a tree was one thing. In the time he had been there, Kevin had made… friends. The majority of Scott’s pack he point blank hated with the exception of Lydia, the Banshee --- always so smart ---, Malia, the werecoyote that always asked him for brand new ways to butcher someone… and Scott McCall. The True Alpha that he happened to screw around every now and then.

YET, THERE WAS MORE TO BE DONE THERE. A new assignment. One that required capture and extraction. Something that should be particularly easy for him since he had gained the trust of the mark. His Organization wanted Scott. The concept of a True Alpha was so incredibly rare that they wanted to study him. Probably lock him in a cell and experiment on him --- comparing his power to Alphas who had stole their position in the hierarchy. Compel him to become a weapon under torture and drugs --- and if they failed: eliminate the target so that Scott could never pose a damn threat to them or any of their operatives. Maybe they assumed the wolf had more influence on him than they expected. All that not-killing policy and whatever BS Scott usually pulled.

INSTEAD OF KNOCKING, KEVIN SIGHED AND WITHDREW HIS HAND. Instead, he would text Scott. Give him precious seconds of confusion --- letting his mind form all the questions he would want to ask. It was a lot better than just knocking on his door and tell Scott that he needed to leave Beacon Hills for an undisclosed amount of time. Give the man some time to bid his farewells and set his own life in order. It was the least he could do for someone who had crawled under his skin over the past months.

[ TXT: MCCALL]: Pack a bag with some clothes and meet me by the reserve in 30. [ TXT: MCCALL]: I need to take you out of Beacon Hills for some time. Find some excuse to justify your absence but do not tell people you’re coming with me. All questions will be answered later. Be a good mutt for once. 

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[unsaintedfox-a]

semi- plotted starter for @xwolfbonds​

Deshi had been lucky to have Kira accept him back into her life after so long. It had been rocky at first but somehow they worked through it. She had gotten control over her powers for the most part and he was there to help her with anything she needed. Always behind their parents back of course.

The Kitsune had gone out on a job, something that he had anticipated to only last a week that rolled out to over a month. It was frustrating and tiring that he had had nearly screamed in victory once it was over. Whenever he went out on a job, he never really had the chance to check in with Kira. Now, he was back home and laying in bed reading over new jobs and waiting to get a response from his sister. Usually, it took less than a few minutes for Kira to respond and it was starting to make him uncomfortable the longer time went on.

That’s when he started to hear banging on his front door, cursing under his breath as he forced himself up and tugged on a shirt. If Deshi was by himself, he’d just walk around in a pair of briefs or nothing at all. He figured answering the door in briefs and a shirt wouldn’t be that big of a deal, growling at the disturbance to his peace. Swinging the door open, he glared at the intruder. “What?” He froze for a moment when he realized who it was, staring at Scott with confusion. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Since Kira and Scott had split up, he didn’t see the wolf as often as before. It wasn’t that he hated the kid, it was more that it made him realize how much he missed of his sister’s life. “Shouldn’t you be chasing a car or something?” No one could say that Deshi was past making dog jokes.

[itsagentzero]

@xwolfbonds​

Their paths had already crossed more than once. Was it a coincidence? Hardly. Chris had been in the business long enough to not believe in those. While he hated the idea of fate, the fact that he kept running into the young latino while following some leads remained. He knew for a fact he wasn’t the target, but the nature of their movements could only mean one thing: they were both after the same prey.

They were faced once again, in a dark alley, as they followed with their eyes a trail of blood. Allies were in short supply lately and, despite not really knowing anything about the other, at least he knew enough to know he wasn’t hostile.

Not hostile was his favorite kind of people.

“Look, man, I’m just gonna go ahead and say what we’re all thinking: we’re after the same bastard.”

A statement, confident and calm, as he leaned back against the closest wall to give his companion a thorough look from top to bottom.

“How about we do it together? Instead of stepping on each other’s tails.”

[oceancoralx]

@xwolfbonds​

Ocean would have been foolish to believe that he was the only one out there on the night of a full moon. The energy that it charged had a ripple effect upon everyone from humans through to vampires. This was why he’d attempted to find a secluded spot. It was a case of either braving what could potentially have been drawn out there by the moon or wasting the intense, heightened energy of the full moon. He wanted to access a riskier cast, one that required more energy than he could supply alone and he’d had to wait until a full moon to do so. He knew the woods well by now but no amount of planning could have dispelled the chance that he could have been disturbed. He just wasn’t expecting the familiar face that emerged from the shadows and into the exposure of the light through the trees.

He’d laid out the tools for the circle and was kneeling before a tree, surrounded by candles that stood at the ends of a pentagram drawn in salt. He’d caught sight of the eyes first. Once he’d gotten onto his feet again, he’d remained frozen. A werewolf was hard to mistake, but slowly he shifted into something features that were unnervingly familiar. Recognition washed over him. “Scott?” He let out, his brows knitted, expression twisted by shock and confusion. He broke the circle, his focus elsewhere. He watched wolf features dissolve into the warm, friendly human face of the boy he found sweet and charming. The man bathed in moonlight no longer looked soft, though. He was stronger than he’d appeared before.  This was more of him than he’d seen before, in every sense. This was beyond anything he thought Scott was capable of. His stance grew defensive as the circumstances settled on his brain. They were both raw and exposed.

“Okay, I’m gonna’ need you to open your mouth and say something.” Ocean’s expression was pained and stiff. “And please don’t look at me like that. I... can explain.” 

[beastingtm]

@xwolfbonds​ is smarter than you.

        IT GNAWS AT THE BACK OF HIS HEAD. He’s close. His senses ran high, blood pulsing through his veins -- the sound vividly ringing through his head. His eyes, vigilant for every slightest move. He knows his target is near. He could sense him.

[redemptivexheroics]

New Allies

@xwolfbonds​

Henrik was making his way back to his apartment from the Mystic Grill which was hosting a friends Bachelor party because they were getting married in two weeks and since he worked there he had set up. He decided to not drive his friends tended to get wild when they drank so protect his car he left it at home. All was fine until he heard what sounded like a struggle going on, he turned the corner and show a group of people and looks like they were getting ready to gang up on someone, who that person was he wasn’t sure but Henrik dropped his bag which had hanging over his shoulder and sped into action and they were vampires he tossed them aside like they were nothing, not one to kill unless necessary. “Unless you bastards want to feel the wrath of a Mikaelson, I suggest you beat before I show you your still beating heart before you slump to the ground dead” 

The vampires got up took one look at Henrik and were gone. He had a feeling they’d be back, with Klaus and Elijah gone more and more people were getting bold against the reminder of the Mikaelson family. He turned to who they were ganging up on and he nearly tripped over himself. He was a Mikaelson, an originals werewolves were no threat to him but he still hadn’t gotten over his paranoia.

“Something tells me my interference wasn’t needed” 

[maleshaven]

「 @xwolfbonds​ 」

      It had been one moon and a half since they started their serious escape as far away from the Tevinter Empire as they could. They both demonstrated they were good with their abilities — Benz with the magic and Scott with his wolf form. The first time he had seen him turned Benz had felt fear, respect. Now he could walk besides him, with one hand on the wolf’s neck, and he would even feel more secure than when he walked alone.

      Far from the shore in which Benz had found and rescued Scott, they were now reaching the limits of Nevarra, alongside the Imperial Highway but not using it, for Benz’s priority was to keep them hidden. “I don’t like this.” It was already night, and Benz was wearing nothing but some thin short trousers that served as underwear. Next to the improvised tent they used to sleep, he was washing his body, eyes fixed on the horizon. “We will reach the Silent Plains tomorrow. We’ll be able to get food, but...” a sigh substituted his next words as he took an old rag, soaked it in the water they had gathered two days ago in a river and started rubbing his body with it. “It’s said that a clan of my people lived there, and that their Keeper found Fen’Harel here. Now there’s no one. If something happened to me there...”

         Benz shook his head. Another problem was the heat they’d suffer at daytime, for it was nothing else than a desert, uninhabited for decades except for some animals. “But as soon as we cross it, we’ll be out of the Empire’s territory. I feel tired of running, yet my journey is far from over.” The elf washed his pits before wringing the rag to dry it from the excess of water — only to soak it again and move on to his legs. “Unless you want to go in a different direction and have a better route, Scott.” Only now he looked at his companion in the eyes. He had started giving Scott al the affection and love he didn’t receive in his life, and now it was Benz the one who needed it, the one who became dependant of someone else for the first time in his life.