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“Is that scarification?” iv asks, vaguely gesturing to Vessel's right arm. “Been thinking about getting some done myself over my sleeve but I won't lie I'm fucking terrified” a chuckle falls from IVs mouth, unware of what he's truly asking
Vessel freezes.
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The eeps first band practice after meeting a week ago, they notice his scars and alot of comfort comes after.TAGS MAY CHANGE, ALSO IM SHIT AT TAGGING
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- Part 2 of The creation of vessel
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Vessel has always had issues with intimacy and letting others care for him, always fearing the worst.
The other vessels after a particularly long day decide to try and make things betterVessel and II centric
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Vessel's backstory of what led to sleep finally making an appearance. And the moths after
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- Part 1 of The creation of vessel
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Four starving artists get a taste for each other.
How was one even meant to come face to face with the shiest and yet hottest piece of meat this side of the Thames and tell him to shut his gob at night because one could hear every hitch in his breath when he sang. The only answer was, of course, one couldn’t and one didn’t.One didn’t, and didn’t, and didn’t, until it was too late. Too late, indeed. One-thirty in the morning, to be exact. And Two was more awake than ever before.
A slow, barely-there whimper cut through the white noise of his thoughts. “Fuck…”
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21 Jul 2026
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Prequel to The Night Belongs To You
The backstory on how II, III, and IV met each other.Series
- Part 2 of Dreamworld
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09 Jul 2026
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“Oh, fuck this. You’re a fucking headcase, mate!”
Vessel pushed forward, lip shooting from a frustrated grimace to a full-on snarl, “you shut the fuck up—”
“No! No,” their guitarist rattled. “If you care so much about- about fucking infranotes or whatever the fuck else no one can hear but you, you can play your own bloody guitar!”
With a jabbing finger and his piece said, their Fourth was stomping out, slamming the door and the band shut behind him with enough force to rattle the picture frames.
Condemning them to yet another hunt for a guitarist.
Grand. Just grand.
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17 Jun 2026
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Ivy’s not looking for a pack. He’s not even looking for permanence. He just needs another gig to pay the bills until his own band takes off, and playing guitar for an anonymous band on the rise sounds easy enough.
Until he meets II.
The little Omega is already claimed, twice over. Entirely off-limits. Untouchable. Marked by a Dominant Alpha with wolfish teeth and magnetic charm, and another with an imposing frame and an unsettling, unshakable calm.
Ivy doesn't submit. Not to anyone else, and not even to instinct; but something inside of him buckles the moment that II's visage fills his gaze and blinds him.
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Or, IV imprints on an already bonded Omega, II. Either he keeps it strictly professional, or he learns how to submit so that he can find a place within an established pack that doesn’t quite need him… but might just want him anyway.
Established Vessel/III/II, with eventual Vessel/III/IV/II.
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Bookmarked by Gh0sty_EXE
28 May 2026
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III was stuck, sprawled on the rug in the living room, the plastic controller out of his grasp as Vessel sat heavy on his stomach, pleased with himself, body thrumming with the thrill of a virtual victory. It wasn’t that III was a sore loser, just that he didn’t like losing to Vessel. Losing to a bitch, man, his old pack would’ve mocked him forever. But it wasn’t his fault that Vessel’s hypermobile thumbs seemed ultra-fucking engaged when it came to Mario Kart. III wasn’t built for that shit.
“Say it,” Vessel said again. Across the room, IV was bundled up in a big, squishy armchair — a new purchase for the house — taking apart the innards of an old laptop and ignoring the two of them. III looked at him for help from the floor, but IV’s brow was crumpled deep in concentration as he dug the screwdriver in further. On top of him, Vessel’s fingers tapped against his jaw, damp with spit. “Say it, you lost to a fucking bitch. And now you’re trying really hard not to pop a knot.”
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The pack move in together, but it's not smooth sailing between III and Vessel.
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- Part 2 of Skeleton and Melody
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28 May 2026