( josh hartnett, cismale, pansexual, he/him ) rome welcomes WILHELM ULRIK, an ORIGINAL WEREWOLF. they are 41/3000+ years old and have been in the city for FOUR MONTHS. they are known to be DAUNTLESS + BRAZEN, which makes sense because theyâre LOST about the marriages. i heard theyâre betrothed to ANY MALE FC and to ANY FC - an UTP and an UTP.
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FULL NAME:Â wilhelm ulrik
NICKNAMES: will, william
AGE: 41 / 3000+
DATE OF BIRTH: cannot recall. around 1200 BCE
DATE OF REBIRTH: cannot recall.Â
PLACE OF BIRTH: around northern modern-day germany, southern modern-day denmark
WHAT ARE THEIR FEARS?:Â coming out on the wrong side of history
HISTORY
wilhelmâs story begins many, many years ago. many centuries, really. wilhelm was born around the late bronze age, early iron age, to a germanic tribe that would later be called the saxons. life was nomadic and violent. at the age of âmanhood,â wilhelm was gifted a spear and shield, just like every young man in his tribe. their culture centered around the warrior elite and chieftans who were voted in by the people (but it still heavily relied on inheritance as well). wilhelm happened to be a son of his tribeâs chieftan and was raised for battle. young men strived to prove to their older kin that they were strong and capable warriors. wilhelm and his siblings were a wild brood, and usually silas could be blamed for the trouble they got up to. as the ruling chieftanâs children, there was an immense amount of pressure to see them stronger, better, greater than any others so they could prove their father was fit for his title.
whispers began . . . a prayer to a god now lost to history, a ritual performed on the banks of a river, a meeting with a wolf. what was believed to be a blessing turned out to be a curse. one manâs hubris felled the ulrik children.Â
wilhelm was faster, stronger, and more agile than ever before, but he was turned into a monster in the process. wilhelm was unable to control his transformations for hundreds of years, shifting every full moon. unlike other shifters, wilhelmâs shift into his werewolf form has always been painful. he suspects that each subsequent generation experiences this less and less, something to do with the initial curse becoming weaker.Â
wilhelm views himself as weak to the beast inside him. itâs a constant conflict within himself, and heâs terrified of losing control again. wilhelm has never left silasâs side, however. he fought next to his brother in the war, and now watches as he practically rules over rome. he isnât sure whatâs becoming of his brother in grief, but he knows it isnât pretty.
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usually⌠the lips on his neck would calm him. make him swoon and moan.. but not now. tears fell down his cheeks as he leaned his neck back so faren has more room. âhow do you know? you donâtâŚ. you heard the conditions⌠what if they force us apart againâŚ. what if you donât love me anymore⌠i donât know if i could bare itâŚâ he whispered before he wrapped his arms around ronanâs neck, pushing himself against him.
he could feel farenâs tears, wet against him. ronan only grabbed onto faren tighter. âdonât think about the what ifs, faren. thatâs a game no one can win. theyâve never stopped us before, they wonât start now.â ronan lifted his head so he could give faren a place to hide. he tucked his arms underneath farenâs, wrapped tightly around the siren. âyou know no matter how much we care for someone else, i will not stop loving you. youâre mine, and you know it.â ronan kissed farenâs temple, smoothing his hands in circles against the otherâs back.Â
âEnough to know somebody has just a tiny anger management problem,â Quinn hadnât been spying or anything of the sort but damned if he didnât have a talent for showing up at the wrong place the wrong time. âWhat did the nice box ever do to you? Insult your mother? Point out unquestionable clothing choices? Oh, did it notice the grey hair?â He swooped down to pluck a piece of ripped box off the ground and hold it up in mild contemplation before he tossed it aside once again.
Really, he had a million other quips to offer as he navigated around the corpses of cardboard bleeding out their various contents onto the floor. âSomebody needs a nap,â he concluded with a swing of his gaze back Ronan; rage didnât just frighten him offhand but it did stir some curiosity.
Nobody was in a good mood lately, that dark cloud had settled over Rome and threatened to choke everyone and to each their own he supposed; destruction was a highly entertaining outlet for frustration at times.Â
ronanâs gaze sharpened when the insults started falling from the kidâs lips. he was just lucky he found ronan post-rampage and not pre-rampage. he sat and watched quinn fiddle around with the leftovers, rolling his eyes. âyou know, iâm your boss. not only your boss but your very sketchy vampire boss.â ronan lit a cigarette between his lips, assessing quinnâs fashion choices in comparison to his. âiâm the one with questionable fashion taste?â he huffed, finally getting up from the ground and dusting the dust and dirt off of his pants.Â
âget someone who can clean this up and then walk with me. new venture opportunities.â he motioned with his head towards his office, already wandering off in that direction.Â
he didnât notice ronan at first, he was too in his prayers but when he felt the hands on his, his prayers stopped and he looked at ronan. his brows furrowed together in concern but his shaking wouldnât stop. âi canât⌠i canât do thisâŚâ he whispered, bringing their hands up to his lips and shaking lips were placed on ronanâs hands. âi want to marry you⌠not themâŚâ he whispered in confession. âthey would never hold my heart like you areâŚâ
the way faren shook made ronan want to start crying. how long had it been since heâd seen his little siren so upset? âshh,â he cooed, reigning his emotions back in. that was for later. faren needed him present. ronan glanced from side to side, assessing their environment. when he deemed it safe and appropriate, ronan tilted his head down and pressed it into farenâs neck and shoulder. he hummed as he gently ran his lips up farenâs soft skin, pausing to kiss it every so often. âeverything will be okay,â he promised in a whisper against farenâs ear. ronan whispered french nothings in farenâs ear, far from perfect, but something he had learned long ago when they first met.Â
he couldnât breathe. he felt his hands shaking after he had witnessed the marriages. of course there would be surprises to it. when was his gonna be? he hoped never. he didnât want this. he panted heavily as he pushed himself through the crowd. he needed air⌠he needed a fucking drink. finding a wall, he leaned himself against it, clasping his hands together. and for the first time in centuries- he prayed to god. a concept lost to him since his turning.. but the prayers in french rolled off his tongue as he shook.
ronan felt just as overwhelmed, if not moreso, as faren. he had simply spent years of privately dealing with his incredibly unregulated emotions, so he had plenty of practice compartmentalizing. would he feel all of this tenfold later on? of course. but now, there were other matters to deal with. faren was one of those. he knew faren was scared when he caught brief segments of his french prayers. ronan approached slowly, almost the way one might approach a wild cat. âfaren,â he crooned, stopping once he was about a foot away. he very carefully wrapped both of his hands around farenâs, holding them to gently get his attention. âfaren.â
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   antonâs eyes narrowed as the man began to speak confusion riddling his features considering heâd never seen the otherâs face before. as soon as ronan uttered his name antonâs breath caught in his throat in realization. his hand moved to shut the door just as the man put his foot in the door frame. there was nothing he wanted more in this moment than to slam that door and lock himself inside his apartment until the end of time. vampire ? suddenly a bit of anxiety curled in the pit of his stomach. the vampire stepped closer to anton and his heart stopped just for a moment at their close proximity before he took a step back as cooly as he can not wanting such anxiety to show in his movements or features. â so i donât only get a husband, but a laundry list of enemies heâs acquired over the centuries ? phenomenal. if itâs so urgent then, â his hand gestured into the apartment for ronan to follow. â iâd offer you a drink, but iâm fresh out of o negative. â
âclever,â he drawled in response. ronan knew he wasnât making the best first impression, but he had figured anton wasnât over the moon about the situation anyways, and it was bound to be revealed at some point. ronan followed anton in as he was gestured to, shutting the door behind himself and clicking the lock, like it would have any real effect. he didnât live his life in paranoia, but he didnât want just anyone barging in on this first conversation with anton. âiâm sure whatever you have would be perfectly fine, but iâve eaten recently.â ronan flashed anton a grin, fangs not easily concealed when he smiled. âwith power comes enemies. surely twenty-seven isnât so young that you donât realize that yet?â he could hear antonâs heartbeat racing in his chest, even as he played it cool. âyou get a powerful husband along with his enemies. iâm sorry iâm such a burden to you.â
in the privacy of one of his own warehouses, ronan finally let himself feel the emotions threatening burst out of his chest. they were all swirling, mixing inside him, leaving him confused and upset. with an inhuman roar, ronan ripped down a shelf, watching the products and the unit crash to the ground. it wasnât enough. it wasnât enough. he wanted to rampage, to go around and kill everything in his sight. he went about destroying the entire row of shelves, ripping the boxes apart, relishing in the violence despite how unsatisfactory it felt. he wanted faren. but that wasnât his choice anymore. finally, with that thought, ronan let himself crumple against one of the walls, assessing his damage. âshit,â he hissed, looking up when he saw movement out of the corner of his gaze. oh, quinn. âhow much of that did you get to see?â
abel shook his head in disapproval at the conclusion of the ceremony. it certainly wasnât what he expected. âthis is going to be a disaster.â he understood the logic behind the surprise, but found the execution deeply flawed. there was no way this didnât cause at least some unrest and distrust within the city. âthey shouldâve disclosed everything from the beginning. suddenly revealing this information to everyone doesnât seem like a great way to keep peace.â he criticized.Â
ronanâs arms were tightly crossed over his chest, and he remained standing throughout the ceremony. the only change in him after the reveal were his furrowed brows and deep frown. those perceptive enough would know his arms were crossed just slightly tighter. âitâs turning into a military state. he thinks itâs all reasonable because of his grief. more than three thousand years old, and heâs succumbing to madness.â ronan pitied silas to a pointâgrief could destroy a person inside outâbut he should have been prepared for the worst when he was involved with a human. âheâs convinced himself that this can be the only way,â ronan practically spat, shaking his head.
panic had set in the second that damn wolf revealed what had happened. ronan stood amongst the crowd, frozen in place as he gazed directly at the man who had made all of this happen. while his surroundings went to absolute chaos, ronan seemed completely cool. internally, however, panic and dread ran cold in his veins. brows furrowed, ronan turned sharply and left the room. he was going to find her, and then him. witch first, he thought to himself as he spotted her amongst the crowd. ronan went into full hunt mode, gaze tracking every little movement she made, nose following her distinct almost electric scent, ears drowning everything out except for her steps. it wasnât long until he was right up on the witch, aware that she had probably known he was following her the entire time. âmorrigan.â
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i need more things to write yall !! so please leave a like and iâll try my best to write a starter (it might be trash, who knows) for your muse! if mumu, leave a name in replies as well!
listen, vampires acquire the ability to actually growl when theyâre changed, i refuse to believe anything else!!! mostly because i canât stop thinking about that fucking tiktok where the girl snapped all the guys she knew and asked them to âgrowlâ for her?????????????????? so vampires growl like cats thank you for coming to my ted talk,Â
   if anton could spend forever in his studio apartment, by himself, in this city, without being married, he would have absolutely done so. clearly that was a pipe dream, he wasnât foolish enough to believe it could happen. in all honesty he had only looked at his wedding packet once, reading the name and then shoving the information into one of his desk drawers. the less he knew, the less accountability he felt. out of sight out of mind, right ? living life on his own was what he was used to and what felt the most natural, anton wasnât ready for something different. the knock on his door brought nothing but irritation to antonâs features. pulling it open the manâs hand never left the knob, ready to shut it in a moments notice. â if youâre selling something ? i donât want it. if you need something, i donât have it. anything else ? â he questioned tilting his head slightly.
âyou have plenty that i need.â ronan leveled the kid with his least impressed look, even going so far as to cross his arms over his chest. âyou can let me in the nice way, or i can let myself in. i know i have a preference, whatâs yours?â he rose his eyebrows. âronan cassidy. youâre anton kask. i donât like having my name attached to things i donât know about.â ronan took a step forward, slipping his foot in front of the door frame, just in case anton tried to close it, at least he could stop it. âiâm a vampire, and iâm very old. iâm sure you could put up a good fight, but we both know who would win this one.â ronan moved to lean his entire body against the doorframe, standing right in the threshold, which meant he was very close to anton. a subtle sniff of the air, and the vampire within him purred. well, his blood wasnât completely soiled at least. âi also have friends in low places, if that sells you on how urgent this conversation is. well, not so much friends. more like . . . ex-friends.â
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the rumble of his name coming from the throat he was biting into had ronan purring in pleasure. when they did this, when faren let him let go of his humanity a little more and just behave wildly, he felt free. but he was also reduced to very little wordsâgrowls deep in his chest, rumbling, moans, and sometimes, purring. faren was still speaking, still managing such pretty words when he was diminished to sounds. he growled when faren dared to pull his head back, zeroing in on the red droplets forming where heâd pierced the skin. âyes,â he managed, gaze going between farenâs face and that beautiful blood.
the rumble in his chest spelled his displeasure when faren stopped him, even dismounted. âfaren,â he growled, about to pull the other back up and bend him over the back of the couch, when there was a mouth on his cock. moans tumbled out of his mouth instead, and ronan scrambled to find purchase on the wall he was just using to fuck faren. instead he pressed an arm there, resting his forehead on it. from there, he had the perfect view of faren, eagerly sucking his cock. mouth open, ronan tangled his fingers in farenâs hair, pulling it tight. his hips thrust forward a few times experimentally, seeing how faren would react.