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TEMP REHOMING @lunaccult.
BOTH SHELTER AND WARNING AT ONCE. true alpha werewolf and god of monsters, scott mccall. not affiliated with the 1985 film, mtv’s television series, or the forthcoming 2023 film. original lore, plot-oriented, mutuals only, minors blocked on sight. crafted with love by rionach, she/they, 27. tied to @queenwolf & @lesziye.
INFORMATION. // SIDEBLOG.
@lunaccult
SCOTT (AND TYLER) NOT BEING BORN IN MEXICO OR FLUENTLY SPEAKING SPANISH DOES NOT TAKE AWAY FROM THE FACT THAT HE IS A HISPANIC MAN WHAT ARE WE NOT GETTING???????
( ☾ )
the look she levels him with is nothing short of unimpressed. scott has the decency to look sheepish, but he’s also grinning and it is warm enough that she mirrors it, moon rock to bright star. ❝ they were not and you know it. ❞ the arrowhead in her hand feels exceptionally heavy, like disappointment in the shape of her father’s frown and every snide comment her mother’s ever gifted her. as if he knows, scott slides his fingers against hers and takes it from her. ❝ i know it, ❞ he says softly.
unwilling to sit in his light for a moment longer, allison turns away from him. the move shifts her hand away from his, leaving that point behind in his palm, but it doesn’t take away the weight. ❝ did you recognize anything? anyone? ❞ with her back to him, it is easier to find clarity. allison keeps her gaze on the ground, looking for displaced mud and scattered detritus. scott turns his face upwind. ❝ no, ❞ he murmurs. ❝ i couldn’t place them. and gerard wasn’t with them either. ❞
something catches her eye on the ground. when she crouches, whatever it is shifts into camouflage with the dirt and disappears. scott joins her with a squat. ❝ what is it? ❞
❝ i thought i saw– ❞ abruptly, allison tips forward, startling scott into a defensive posture. from the earth allison digs out a casing. ❝ i didn’t hear a shotgun. ❞
the wind shifts and, with it, whatever settles on the ground. scott catches lighter fluid, rust, something metallic not unlike blood or car cylinders fired too hot. the birds in the trees flee and the darkness encroaches now on the moonlight. allison beside him shifts uncomfortably on her toes, but makes no move to rise from her crouch and alpha stays close despite the warning in the wild. ❝ ally, ❞ he murmurs, gaze breaking from her hand to the treeline.
the tension drains but only marginally. liam breaks through the brush moments later, shifting through moon phases until he is a man again. ❝ scott, ❞ he exhales. allison still doesn’t move, but scott is back to his feet and reaching for the beta. those cupped hands take hold of liam’s arms, eyes imploring. ❝ lost track of them, ❞ pants the younger wolf. he catches the moon’s gaze and lifts his hand in greeting. ❝ hi. ❞
❝ hi, ❞ says allison, corner of her mouth quirking. finally, she stands and moves to join the two men. in one fluid move, she tucks the shotgun shell into scott’s hand and extends her right toward the new arrival. ❝ allison. ❞
❝ oh! you’re– ❞ silent communication ensues between beta and alpha. liam adopts the look of a scolded puppy, tail tucked and everything, and offers a chastened grin as he shakes allison’s hand. ❝ i know who you are. ❞
❝ i know you, too, ❞ allison soothes with her own smile. before liam can press for more on this, she returns to business and angles back toward scott. he’s resumed examining the casing, frowning. ❝ did you hear a shotgun? ❞
scott shakes his head, thumbing at the plastic. he holds it back out to her. ❝ no. i don’t know what– what that could mean. if they were shooting something before we showed up or– ❞
❝ silencer? ❞
allison tips her head at liam’s guess. ❝ possible. but scott surely would have heard it, suppressor or not. you’re probably right though, scott; they must have been firing before we got here. maybe just to get your attention. ❞
scott looks doubtful. ❝ why doesn’t he just, i don’t know, pick up the phone and make his threats? ❞
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instinctually you bite down on the ends of your nails , going so far as to bite off skin each time you pull jagged teeth away ( the blood in your mouth is disgustingly familiar , but familiar is better than nothing ) . it reminds you of that day in the morgue , how ironic you see now : he was painting your death from the day he made you into that soldier he so desired . all of these thoughts ruminate now sat cross legged on the couch , so nearly the thoughts swallow you whole before you hear scott’s footsteps rounding the hall . there’s no time to disappear into your head now , no time to become unreachable . “ hey . ” you call out to him over your shoulder before he even fully enters the room , accompanied with a smile that excentuates the hollowness in your cold cheeks . erica reyes , dead girl walking . “ i just got off the phone with isaac … derek’s dead . ” the words feel more real when you say them , and you even go so far as to let out a small chuckle , one that sounds more sad than it does humored . “ did you know ? ”
he is a caricature on a good day: a hero, the kind that holds all of the world and then some. on bad days, he is a ghost, the slatted spill of sunlight indirect and not near as warm. he is all of these things, but worse he is none. when he finds her, he feels kin with her emptiness. she is a reminder of a past that aches in places where boyhood long since shed. it still sits in his skin. on bad days. ❝ i just heard, too. ❞ he’d heard from chris. scott feels the burn of a bite, the rush of adrenaline, the press of grief. a loss is a loss, no matter if mourned. he doesn’t mourn for a man. scott mourns for erica. for her own ache. whatever it is that has her stuck with phantom pain. ❝ i wanted to check on you. see if– if you needed anything. ❞
THE MUSTACHE IS GONE WE WIN
me and drew are the same
THE MUSTACHE IS GONE WE WIN
☾ @queenwolf // the moon looks dim in the sky tonight. her mother walks these woods and shines far brighter, glimpsed between the treeline as some kind of shooting star – out of reach, but promising nonetheless. it should be warmer now, winter melting slowly but surely into spring, and yet darkness snuffs out that changing season threateningly. how could heat thrive in such conditions?
scott’s collecting her arrows, tearing one from a tree, when she materializes beside him. she retrieves the point left behind in the bark and turns it in her hand. ❝ i shouldn’t have missed, ❞ she scolds herself, a hush under her breath that he picks up easily. she means, they weren’t chasing anything unordinary. scott glances over his shoulder where the human predators had vanished into the night and says lightly, ❝ you didn’t miss. they were just warning shots. ❞
“men who talk you through it” what about men who dazedly praise you in bilingual awe
that reminds me that at the end of the day, scott’s gonna prioritize his family and his friends
“if you lied and it gets people hurt, then i’ll be back to take more than your pain” I KNOW THATS RIGHT
very important that i make clear that gerard is making threats against scott to allison, but scott has not had any contact with gerard yet himself. this is done intentionally because gerard is counting on allison rushing to get to scott and being distracted when with him. and while it might seem counterproductive to join their forces, gerard is making the assumption that scott and allison will be weaker together because of their history. it’s all part of the plan.
his blood stains his shirt black, toxic and poisoned and promising death. it isn’t fresh anymore, but scott looks weathered as if it could be, as if he still feels something draining from him too fast to cup in his hands. he feels suddenly and fiercely grateful that she hadn’t been witness to the actual massacre. scott mccall, finally slain. like it could be easy. like any time before was only practice. scott is still standing, if barely, and there is loss in that to some. it would have been far greater had he been knocked from the board permanently at last.
❝ wolfsbane, ❞ he explains needlessly for the state of his clothes. the skin at his neck is still pallid, his cheeks almost gaunt even just within minutes of being hit. he finds enough strength to reach for her, palms heavy against her arms, reassuring and steady despite appearances. ❝ you, uh. can’t get rid of me that easy, you know. are you okay? this isn’t over, we have to– you’re okay? ❞
☾ @nexusbeing: you could have died.
miscellaneous angst starters.
when were you going to tell me?
you can’t keep doing this to yourself.
that’s…a lot of blood.
can you walk?
please don’t lie to me.
you were supposed to leave.
i’m not going anywhere without you.
shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.
there was nothing more you could have done.
it wasn’t your fault.
this is all my fault.
you aren’t acting like yourself.
i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.
you’re hurting me.
don’t ever do that again.
go to hell.
please don’t cry.
you have to stay awake.
i wish i could take the pain away.
you could have died.
hey – stay with me.
it’ll be over soon.
did you ever love me?
i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.
things won’t always hurt this bad.
you passed out.
how much have you had?
i’m okay. it’s all fine.
it’s not okay! you’re not fine!
let me get you something for the pain.
it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.
it’s clearly not nothing.
have you been to the doctor?
i didn’t mean the things i said.
i thought we meant something.
people who are okay don’t act like this.
you don’t have to go through this by yourself.
i don’t want you to be alone.
please don’t regret me.
i heard you crying.
you need to get some rest.
when was the last time you ate something?
i’m worried about you.
did you have another nightmare?
[name], there’s nobody there.
i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.
please talk to me.
why are you mad at me?
alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.
don’t leave me.
did you do this to yourself?
it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.
tell me what’s wrong.
tell me how to make it better.
why don’t you care?
get the hell away from me.
please don’t do this.
i can’t believe that you lied to me.
just…stay for the night.
you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.
you can’t die. i won’t let you.
just hang on, okay?
hold my hand if you need to.
i’m sorry.
why do you have a gun?
don’t panic.
just breathe.
you’re bleeding.
i’m trying to stop the bleeding.
you’ve been crying, i can tell.
you should have told me sooner.
i wanted to tell you in person.
a phone call would’ve been nice.
i hate you.
i love you.
main arc is pivoting into the next phase and scott’s new location is michoacán
can’t believe i have to say this but none of my blogs are even remotely ABO related
