As outlined in this post right here, this is more of a WIP list than a true Masterlist. I do have links to my finished works as well as the 1 on-going. I removed the Keep Reading because the length has been significantly cut down, but if it gets up there again, I'll add it back.
Link to my AO3 for those that prefer that.
I tend to forget I have an account on there until someone comments on something I have posted, then I remember to update.
Completed Works
Null Pairing Incubus!Charles Brandon x Asexual OFC Anna Williams.
20 Chapters
Chimera Captain Syverson x Mercenary Captain OFC Amelia Jones
13 Chapters
Feral Instincts Werewolf Reverse Harem with "The Rogues Gallery" Syverson, Mike, Walter Marshall, August Walker, Geralt of Rivia x OFC Stephanie Daniels
32 Chapters
Alternate Instincts A "What-if" of Feral Instincts. Not a direct sequel, you can read one separately from the other and still know what's going on.
Werewolf Reverse Harem with "The Rogues Gallery" Syverson, Mike, Walter Marshall, August Walker, Geralt of Rivia x OFC Stephanie Daniels
33 Chapters
Blood Moon Werewolf!Syverson x Vampire!OFC Annalisa Caulfield
29 Chapters
On-Going Works
Once in a Blue Moon Werewolf Reverse Harem with "The Rogues Gallery" Syverson, Mike, Walter Marshall, August Walker, Geralt of Rivia x OFC Samantha Graves
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my first question after my mom told me my aunt linda died besides "how?" was "is [her wife] Mary okay?" they've been married for over 20yrs now and I was/am worried about her
my first question after my mom told me my aunt linda died besides "how?" was "is [her wife] Mary okay?" they've been married for over 20yrs now and I was/am worried about her
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you could always add a Kardashian sized pantry and guest toilet or a big ass outdoor storage for all Sys tools 10 different axes 5 limited editions!? 🤣
with a special super secret hidden compartment ala Mr. and Mrs. Smith where August and Geralt keep all their guns
"Sy, why do you have a Zweihander?"
"For choppin' wood."
"Why would you use a two-handed--you know what? Never mind, I don't want to know."
My tiktok fyp "cabin,cabin,cabin" then my search was "cabin" and those are big and smal and cossy!! Are SYs cabin in each story same cabin Or are they all different?
they're all basically the same but the layout would make an architect start drinking (how is there just a living room and kitchen downstairs, but five bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs? idfk)
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Despite being turned away at the door, an interview was arranged in almost record time. Geralt and August were immediately against the idea, but Napoleon made the point that the longer they put it off or refused entirely, the more rumors would continue to spread and would grow into the realm of preposterous. As Jonathan was a public figure, rumors could potentially turn into a criminal investigation. They wouldn’t find anything, of course, but it would make their lives unnecessarily difficult. Sy made the suggestion that they move back to the cabin, but with the rumor already spreading that they were holding her captive, moving her to a secluded location in the mountains would only fan the flames.
According to Napoleon, her current wardrobe for media appearances was woefully inadequate and his tailor showed up one morning to get her measurements and speak to Napoleon about fabrics and styles. After a point made by Samantha about public appearances, the tailor took the measurements of the others as well. Can’t have her and Napoleon looking like a power couple during the sure to be live streamed interview while the others looked shabby and disorganized. If Jonathan wanted to wage a PR war on them, then they would arm themselves appropriately.
The tailor came back a couple days before the interview was scheduled with their clothes, all of them getting changed into them for the final fitting. Sy even said he would neaten his beard the day of.
“I look dapper as fuck.” Mike said, turning to look at himself in the full length mirror, the crisp white shirt tucked into black slacks. A simple waistcoat sans jacket would go over it and Napoleon already agreed to let him roll the sleeves up his forearms as a more relaxed appearance would fit his youthful looks.
“How do the shoulders feel?” The tailor asked as he was working on Sy and he shrugged, rolling his shoulders.
“Feels great. Don’t feel like I’m gonna pop a seam like I usually do in this type of getup.” Looking over, he gave a low whistle as Samantha emerged in her outfit, a black dress shirt and black pencil skirt that hugged her hips and thighs. “God damn.”
“You look amazing.” Napoleon said, going over to her, “Much better than those formless clothes you had already.”
“A Pastors wife has to look a certain way. Demure and plain.” She said with a shrug, not looking at him. “You all clean up very nice, by the way.”
“Right?” Mike said, still admiring himself in the mirror but stopped when he saw her in the reflection, turning around to look at her. “Uh, sweetcheeks? Do you have black framed glasses?”
“I’ve never needed glasses.” She responded, more than a little confused. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I’m getting naughty CEO vibes from you right now and I wanna be your intern who’s shit at his job and needs a performance review.” He said and Walter snorted so hard it sounded painful. Samantha just gave a small amused huff, her cheeks tinting slightly.
“Geralt, do you want me to braid your hair for it?” She asked, looking over at him as he adjusted the sleeves of the black suit coat with delicate silver pin-striping.
“I was going to keep it down.” He said simply but then seemed to think it over. “Can you trim the undercut?”
“Absolutely.” She said and went to him, running her fingers through the growth at the back of his head. “It is getting a bit long and you should look your intimidating best.” Going up on her toes, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, making a corner of his lips perk up slightly.
“August, you should—”
“I’m not getting rid of the mustache.” August said, cutting Napoleon off, “And I’m not shaving the beard.”
“You’re impossible.” Napoleon said, rolling his eyes.
“You’ve been trying to get me to get rid of the mustache since we met.” August said, “It’s not happening.”
“If you want to keep looking like a 1970’s adult film actor, that’s your prerogative.” Napoleon said.
“Said the James Bond wannabe.” August retorted.
“Boys,” Samantha said, “Behave.”
“He—” Napoleon started but she cut him off.
“Behave.” She said again, her voice taking a slightly deeper timbre and Geralt shuddered, Sy blinking heavily and shaking his head quickly. Napoleon’s brows raised slightly as he looked at her and she just stared right back until his eyes slid away.
“It’s been a while. I forgot how...strong female Alphas are.” He remarked and looked up at her when she approached him, that edge gone from her eyes and warmth bloomed in his chest, the urge to pull her into his arms taking him over quickly and he gave in, pulling her against his chest. He didn’t fail to notice how Augusts’ jaw tightened slightly, the other man stretching his neck with a tilt of his head.
“Shall I charge this to your account, Mr. Solo?” The tailor asked and Napoleon looked at him with a nod.
“Amazing work, as always.” He said, “I’ll contact you should any mishaps happen.” The tailor packed up and left after making closing pleasantries, Samantha thanking him as well on his way out the door, closing and locking it behind him.
“August, we need to talk.” She said, turning on him and he arched a brow at her.
“About?” He asked.
“Your...tenseness about Napoleon and I.” She said but he didn’t say anything.
“You’ve been broody.” Sy pointed out and August leveled a look at him that would have made a lesser wolf back up a step. Sy just stared right back unflinchingly.
“August, it was your pushing that made Napoleon tell me that I was his Mate,” Samantha pointed out, “So this...undercurrent of jealousy makes no sense. He told me that if you hadn’t pushed him to tell me, he wouldn’t have, so he’s only here because of you.”
“I didn’t want you to get hurt.” August said, “If you had realized that he was your Mate, but he never acknowledged it, it would have hurt you in the long run. Seeing him, knowing what he was to you, but him acting indifferent about it. Leon has...history when it comes to women, and I see him doing with you what he did with them.”
“Explain.” Samantha said.
“I wasn’t the best partner.” Napoleon admitted, “While infidelity has nothing to do with being a wolf, the fact that my previous lovers weren’t my Mate made it easier to go elsewhere. Sometimes those women were already with others when I did.”
“I see.” Samantha said, her eyes going to the floor.
“But you are my Mate, Samantha.” Napoleon said, going to her and holding her arms gently, “The thought of being with any woman but you disgusts me. It’s a repulsive idea that I will spare no energy entertaining. I wasn’t the best with them, but I will be with you.”
“Because I’m your Mate.”
“Exactly.”
“So if I wasn’t your Mate, would you have tried to—”
“No.” Napoleon said, cutting off that train of thought. “Because you are Augusts’ and the others. You are a beautiful woman, Samantha, but I would not have tried to seduce you away from them. It would have been futile anyway. You have your Mates, you won’t need or want anyone else. Besides, two of your Mates hunt and kill wolves for the Council and the other two were Special Forces for their respective militaries. Not only would it not look like murder, but I doubt my body would have even been found.”
“You ain’t wrong.” Sy said with a shrug.
“I just didn’t want you in pain, Sam.” August said, “I didn’t want him to hurt you.”
“And I won’t.” Napoleon said, “Ever.”
“This will probably come as no surprise to anyone, but Jonathan wasn’t faithful to me.” Samantha said, “He stopped hiding it from me after my second miscarriage, not that he really tried to begin with. I knew. When I asked him about it, he said that if I refused to fulfill my wifely duties and give him children, he would find someone who would, but divorce is still a sin, so...”
“But murder ain’t?” Sy asked, an edge to his voice.
“Murder?” Napoleon asked and with a nod from Samantha, Sy told him what Jonathan had done when she had tried to file for divorce the first time. “That bastard.”
“I can’t prove it.” She said, “But I know he did it. Or had it done.”
“Yeah I don’t see’im gettin’ his hands dirty.” Sy said, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Probably hired someone.”
“Now I have even more incentive to crack the encryption on those files.” Napoleon said, “If he kept records, which I have a feeling he did as the man is too arrogant to believe he’d ever get caught, then I’ll have something to bury him with. The murder of an entire family will get him the needle.”
“I wonder if they’ll let one of us do it.” August mused.
Despite being turned away at the door, an interview was arranged in almost record time. Geralt and August were immediately against the idea, but Napoleon made the point that the longer they put it off or refused entirely, the more rumors would continue to spread and would grow into the realm of preposterous. As Jonathan was a public figure, rumors could potentially turn into a criminal investigation. They wouldn’t find anything, of course, but it would make their lives unnecessarily difficult. Sy made the suggestion that they move back to the cabin, but with the rumor already spreading that they were holding her captive, moving her to a secluded location in the mountains would only fan the flames.
According to Napoleon, her current wardrobe for media appearances was woefully inadequate and his tailor showed up one morning to get her measurements and speak to Napoleon about fabrics and styles. After a point made by Samantha about public appearances, the tailor took the measurements of the others as well. Can’t have her and Napoleon looking like a power couple during the sure to be live streamed interview while the others looked shabby and disorganized. If Jonathan wanted to wage a PR war on them, then they would arm themselves appropriately.
The tailor came back a couple days before the interview was scheduled with their clothes, all of them getting changed into them for the final fitting. Sy even said he would neaten his beard the day of.
“I look dapper as fuck.” Mike said, turning to look at himself in the full length mirror, the crisp white shirt tucked into black slacks. A simple waistcoat sans jacket would go over it and Napoleon already agreed to let him roll the sleeves up his forearms as a more relaxed appearance would fit his youthful looks.
“How do the shoulders feel?” The tailor asked as he was working on Sy and he shrugged, rolling his shoulders.
“Feels great. Don’t feel like I’m gonna pop a seam like I usually do in this type of getup.” Looking over, he gave a low whistle as Samantha emerged in her outfit, a black dress shirt and black pencil skirt that hugged her hips and thighs. “God damn.”
“You look amazing.” Napoleon said, going over to her, “Much better than those formless clothes you had already.”
“A Pastors wife has to look a certain way. Demure and plain.” She said with a shrug, not looking at him. “You all clean up very nice, by the way.”
“Right?” Mike said, still admiring himself in the mirror but stopped when he saw her in the reflection, turning around to look at her. “Uh, sweetcheeks? Do you have black framed glasses?”
“I’ve never needed glasses.” She responded, more than a little confused. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I’m getting naughty CEO vibes from you right now and I wanna be your intern who’s shit at his job and needs a performance review.” He said and Walter snorted so hard it sounded painful. Samantha just gave a small amused huff, her cheeks tinting slightly.
“Geralt, do you want me to braid your hair for it?” She asked, looking over at him as he adjusted the sleeves of the black suit coat with delicate silver pin-striping.
“I was going to keep it down.” He said simply but then seemed to think it over. “Can you trim the undercut?”
“Absolutely.” She said and went to him, running her fingers through the growth at the back of his head. “It is getting a bit long and you should look your intimidating best.” Going up on her toes, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, making a corner of his lips perk up slightly.
“August, you should—”
“I’m not getting rid of the mustache.” August said, cutting Napoleon off, “And I’m not shaving the beard.”
“You’re impossible.” Napoleon said, rolling his eyes.
“You’ve been trying to get me to get rid of the mustache since we met.” August said, “It’s not happening.”
“If you want to keep looking like a 1970’s adult film actor, that’s your prerogative.” Napoleon said.
“Said the James Bond wannabe.” August retorted.
“Boys,” Samantha said, “Behave.”
“He—” Napoleon started but she cut him off.
“Behave.” She said again, her voice taking a slightly deeper timbre and Geralt shuddered, Sy blinking heavily and shaking his head quickly. Napoleon’s brows raised slightly as he looked at her and she just stared right back until his eyes slid away.
“It’s been a while. I forgot how...strong female Alphas are.” He remarked and looked up at her when she approached him, that edge gone from her eyes and warmth bloomed in his chest, the urge to pull her into his arms taking him over quickly and he gave in, pulling her against his chest. He didn’t fail to notice how Augusts’ jaw tightened slightly, the other man stretching his neck with a tilt of his head.
“Shall I charge this to your account, Mr. Solo?” The tailor asked and Napoleon looked at him with a nod.
“Amazing work, as always.” He said, “I’ll contact you should any mishaps happen.” The tailor packed up and left after making closing pleasantries, Samantha thanking him as well on his way out the door, closing and locking it behind him.
“August, we need to talk.” She said, turning on him and he arched a brow at her.
“About?” He asked.
“Your...tenseness about Napoleon and I.” She said but he didn’t say anything.
“You’ve been broody.” Sy pointed out and August leveled a look at him that would have made a lesser wolf back up a step. Sy just stared right back unflinchingly.
“August, it was your pushing that made Napoleon tell me that I was his Mate,” Samantha pointed out, “So this...undercurrent of jealousy makes no sense. He told me that if you hadn’t pushed him to tell me, he wouldn’t have, so he’s only here because of you.”
“I didn’t want you to get hurt.” August said, “If you had realized that he was your Mate, but he never acknowledged it, it would have hurt you in the long run. Seeing him, knowing what he was to you, but him acting indifferent about it. Leon has...history when it comes to women, and I see him doing with you what he did with them.”
“Explain.” Samantha said.
“I wasn’t the best partner.” Napoleon admitted, “While infidelity has nothing to do with being a wolf, the fact that my previous lovers weren’t my Mate made it easier to go elsewhere. Sometimes those women were already with others when I did.”
“I see.” Samantha said, her eyes going to the floor.
“But you are my Mate, Samantha.” Napoleon said, going to her and holding her arms gently, “The thought of being with any woman but you disgusts me. It’s a repulsive idea that I will spare no energy entertaining. I wasn’t the best with them, but I will be with you.”
“Because I’m your Mate.”
“Exactly.”
“So if I wasn’t your Mate, would you have tried to—”
“No.” Napoleon said, cutting off that train of thought. “Because you are Augusts’ and the others. You are a beautiful woman, Samantha, but I would not have tried to seduce you away from them. It would have been futile anyway. You have your Mates, you won’t need or want anyone else. Besides, two of your Mates hunt and kill wolves for the Council and the other two were Special Forces for their respective militaries. Not only would it not look like murder, but I doubt my body would have even been found.”
“You ain’t wrong.” Sy said with a shrug.
“I just didn’t want you in pain, Sam.” August said, “I didn’t want him to hurt you.”
“And I won’t.” Napoleon said, “Ever.”
“This will probably come as no surprise to anyone, but Jonathan wasn’t faithful to me.” Samantha said, “He stopped hiding it from me after my second miscarriage, not that he really tried to begin with. I knew. When I asked him about it, he said that if I refused to fulfill my wifely duties and give him children, he would find someone who would, but divorce is still a sin, so...”
“But murder ain’t?” Sy asked, an edge to his voice.
“Murder?” Napoleon asked and with a nod from Samantha, Sy told him what Jonathan had done when she had tried to file for divorce the first time. “That bastard.”
“I can’t prove it.” She said, “But I know he did it. Or had it done.”
“Yeah I don’t see’im gettin’ his hands dirty.” Sy said, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Probably hired someone.”
“Now I have even more incentive to crack the encryption on those files.” Napoleon said, “If he kept records, which I have a feeling he did as the man is too arrogant to believe he’d ever get caught, then I’ll have something to bury him with. The murder of an entire family will get him the needle.”
“I wonder if they’ll let one of us do it.” August mused.
on tiktok "people with mustaches has to put on glitter mascara"😈 imagine runing after august with a glitter mascara🤣 or walter and sy with they beards 🤣🥰 geralt would probeblie let you do it or put it somewhere high up.
Sy would absolutely let you do it, especially around the holidays. Shit, he would even help and suggest different colors.
Walter would grumble but would be amused at the idea (as long as it washed out easily).
August would absolutely be against the idea and would dodge your every attempt. Couldn't even do it while he was sleeping, either, he would wake up immediately (damn those light sleepers).
You'd have to do Geralt's eyebrows as he doesn't really have a beard or mustache (at least not in the show, I know he does in the video games at times). He would glower but sit there in silence as you did it because it made you happy.
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I had to move my house in Fallout 76 because the place where I had it (down the hill from the Aaronholdt Farmstead), it started spawning Protectrons and Feral Ghouls Tell-Tale Heart style (under the floorboards) and they kept breaking my shit.
Moved it like I dunno East-ish of Point Pleasant? Up route 88, west of the Gillman Lumber mill and just past the cabins where 88 curves north.
