Nate Warner

hfchristopher​:”

Despite himself, Chris wanted to laugh.  A coy smile rounded his lips and he inclined his head.  “That’s a good line,” he said.  “You got any more of those in the cylinder?”

Chris leaned back against the island, staring at his unwanted guest and, slowly, he flicked the lights on.  A spray of brilliant light streamed out from above, almost blinding after the near-darkness of their early encounter.  But maybe that was just a human weakness.  He tilted his head in some curiosity, watching the werewolf before him.  Did he flinch?  Or was that just Chris’ imagination?

Like his siblings, Chris viewed Nate as a resource.  Unlike them, he viewed him as a resource for better understanding of how to hunt.  Oh, he didn’t want to hunt Nate – say the wolf went feral, well, he’d put him down, of course, but he’d hate it: he did feel some sense of…gratitude, perhaps?  Or simply familiarity?  Towards Nate.  After all, Chris knew good and well that if Nate had wanted to hurt his sisters, he’d had ample opportunity, but he couldn’t help the agitation he felt to find a monster – even a friendly one – creeping around their home in the dark.  This was the one sanctuary that was sacred as far as Chris was concerned, and its walls had just been breached.

Still, he considered, turning the key over his hand, Nate hadn’t broken in.  He had this key from somewhere and, even if he’d stolen it – which his silence made Chris believe he likely had – Chris also knew good and well he hadn’t had to go to the trouble.  Sighing, he placed the copper token on the island behind him instead of pocketing, as he’d originally intended to do.  It was better than a broken window, he reasoned.  Still, he remained between Nate and the key.  He didn’t want Nate feeling too comfortable with it.

Grinning again as Nate threw out his rebuke, he chuckled – a soft sound but not as friendly as it might have been.  Evidently, he did have more in the cylinder.  “Well, we all gotta get our kicks somehow.”  He paused, eyeing the wolf for a moment before, at last, he nodded, and tilted his head towards the bridge.  “Want a drink?  I’m about to lay down some ground rules, so you may as well.”  He raised his own drink to his lips.  “When Emma gets here, you’re going to sit down at that table, there.”  He flicked his eyes towards the kitchen table.  “If she invites you up to her room, that’s fine, but only if she invites you and you will under no circumstances close that door.  And I’m not talking a crack open, here.  That sucker’s gonna be swinging wide.  Got it?”

Untrusting as that all sounded, when it came to the safety of his sisters with a known monster, even this level of precaution showcased a great deal of trust – but you’d never know if, watching Chris’ stance, expression, or even his words. And he preferred it that way.

Chris exhaled slowly, nodding as Nate spoke, his fingers tapping thoughtfully against the stone counter behind him.  “Yeah, that was my thought, too. But there haven’t been others.  Just these six, right here in Hidden Falls, centered on that bridge.  Seems a vamp camped out for a bit.”  He paused, exhaling slowly.  “And then, something else did happen.”  His brows arched significantly, waiting to see how Nate would react – was this really news to him?  “When the snows cleared, they found a new string of bodies.”  He straightened from his lean.  “And here’s where the story gets interesting, I’ll admit, because you don’t usually run into two big predators going on a streak all at once in exactly the same place.  You see, those bodies, buried in the snow?  Well, they were clearly the work of a werewolf.”  His green hues landed on Nate’s, holding his gaze.  “Whatcha think of that?”

He’d noticed Nate’s careful, parced words as he spoke of the vamp attack.  Was he protecting the wolf, trying to keep Chris looking at the bridge murders?  

“Buddy of yours, Warner?”

Chris had no idea how ironic his assumptions really were.

“Hey, I’m only an animal some of the time. You know it’s kinda offensive you are surprised that I can be witty?” He was teasing him again, but his tone was a little more lighthearted than it had been, moments ago. He noted the genuine smile from Chris and the fact that he hadn’t yet pocketed the house key.

He hadn’t been expecting an offer to drink with him, either, but he wasn’t about to pass it up (either it was a peace offering ... or he was going to need that drink).

“I’ll never say no to that,” He said, taking a seat at the island. Chris had clearly relented: the fact that he was going to let him stay to meet Emma meant more than anything else he’d said or done thus far. If he truly felt that there was any threat from Nate, he knew he wouldn’t still be here. “I’ll agree to those terms.” He replied, “Your house, your rules.”

It wasn’t like that between them anyway: they were friends and Nate had no interest in giving Emma any impressions that there was anything more between them. Sometimes it felt like maybe she was hoping for more from their relationship, but Nate’s heart was firmly planted elsewhere and he did his best to avoid doing anything that might seem like encouragement. (Besides, he was probably pushing his luck with Chris Wilson and their relationship, as it was).

Nate was finally feeling easy about the situation when Chris brought up the fact that more bodies had been discovered: but this time it had been a werewolf who attacked them. This was the first time Nate had heard of it, but he trusted Chris’s expertise enough to know that if he believed a werewolf attack to be the cause of it, it most likely was.

“We chain ourselves up. Every one of us. Often together or with someone else there to make sure that nothing happens --- " His voice trailed. This month the storm did keep a lot of them from having someone else around: the roads quickly became impassable and were not easily traveled. Nate knew it was not him, but it could have just as easily have been him as anyone else.

If someone had gotten out and escaped, they had not said a word about it and Nate didn’t mean to give any of them up: unless he were to discover that it had been a conscious choice. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know anything about it.”

hfwill​:

tbh i feel like the reverse is also true!!!!  like, i don’t think will honestly thinks about nate that much tbh, but i think he’s like

and ‘its as nate as the nose on plain’s face’ etc in general regarding actually lots of ppl nate and like???? doesn’t always remember exactly who he is ngl alkjsafkljdsf and he’s also reaLLY confused why violet’s siblings would choose to hang out w that dude but????? it just shows how bad their taste really is and thus confirms everything he thought to be true about them (tacky newbies etc) bc every vampire worth their salt knows that werewolves are gross sdlkfjskdjfkd and will will say so bc will is nothing if not compassionate <3

but yessss!!!  i agree!!  i think the alexanders’ place is where they run into e/o…which tbf i think nick and lucy both go to nate’s more than he comes to theirs bc, well, nick would say its a chamber of horrors soooo laksjdfjkldsf

omg you knowwww the snark is real sdlkafjslkjdf and i apologize in advance for will bc…sigh…nate’s gonna hit him with that and will’s gonna fire right back w ‘ahh, but at least i got the girl.  you do realize its never gonna happen for you, of course,’ etc and basically get petty af bc of who will is as a person *facepalm*  me: ‘dude ur 700 act ur age’ him: *isildur voice* ‘no’

oh! also! how did nate become awerewolf?  was he born one?  attacked?  drank water out of a footprint?  idk if it’ll ever come up tbf but i think will has more respect for those who were attacked bc its more similar to vampiric turnings laksjdfkljsdf smdh not that he has a ~ton of respect for any werewolf but alsdkjfkljsdf here we are

i cry b/c also their lifestyles in general are so vastly different!!! Like Will is particular about the thread count in his sheets and Nate sleeps on a mattress he found in a dumpster and I feel like on those grounds alone they would be like ???????? about

HAHA yeah you are definitely right that Nate tends to let the Alexanders come to him and everyone involved finds that to be preferable but yeah sometimes he does find himself needing to seek them out and that’s probably when they interact.

hmmm yeah yikes nate will not appreciate him rubbing it in his face that he’s got the girl and nate doesn’t -- especially since will doesn’t really care if he has this girl or not????

Nate is a werewolf who is also bff’s with Emma, so he’s another boy who just hangs out with the Wilsons <333 Chris knows he’s a werewolf and does NOT trust him at aLL, but Nate’s never hurt any of them so Chris has allowed him to live.

Nate also looks out for Emma and makes sure she doesn’t go anywhere too dangerous or stumble onto anything that might make her suspect what is really going on (he once promised Chris that he’d never tell the girls about the spn and he’s not broken that promise, even if he doesn’t agree w/ it!!) I also have a headcannon that he has occasionally helped out the girls w/ stuff around the house when both Theo and Chris are out of town and just looks out for all of them, in general.

hfchristopher​:

“Anyone home?” called Chris, pacing into the foyer.  A two count.  Nothing.  Sighing, he shrugged off his duffle and turned to lock the door behind him.  No way he was leaving that undone with some fanger running around unchecked so it could sneak in and lie in wait for one of his sisters.  He didn’t bother to turn on the light, yet, pacing to the fridge and pulling out a beer.

No sooner had the fridge door swung shut than he heard feet on the porch, too heavy to be his one of his sisters.  The steps went straight to the door.  No knock.  A click.  The doorknob turned.  Chris drew.  He leveled the piece.  Nate Warner walked in.

Chris’ brows contorted.  Nate was babbling on and all Chris could think was, I can’t believe I trusted you with them.  In truth, he never really had, but he’d trusted him as much as he’d ever expected to trust anyone supernatural with his family.  There were just some lines he didn’t like to cross – the risk of his remaining family was one of those.

“Yeah,” he said.  “It’s harder to creep around someone’s house if they’re watching you do it, huh?”  He arched his brows, an ironic look, half-jocular, but terribly serious undernearth.  “You’re right about that,” he said.  “And I don’t miss.  I’ll be keeping this.”  Reaching with his empty hand, he took back the key.  “My sisters knew you had this?”

Emma’s on her way, Nate said.  Slowly, he lowered the pistol.  “You move too fast, or do anything I don’t like,” he said.  “This comes back out.  No hesitation.  Got it?  I don’t care if it upsets Emma, ok?”  That wasn’t entirely true: he did care, but her safety came first.  “Now, what, exactly, are you doing in my house?”  He paused, walking out from behind the island, one hand on his gun, the other cradling his beer.  “And, while you’re at it, tell me everything you know about these murders, huh?  Cause you and I both know it ain’t some wild animal gone rogue.”

“Oh, definitely.” The sarcasm was unmistakable. “Sorry, I interrupted you eating your snack in the dark. I thought that was something only us monsters liked to do.” He knew Chris was not in a mood to be tested, but it didn’t stop Nate from feeling agitated that there wasn’t much trust between them, even after more than a decade had passed since they’d met.

That wasn’t fair, he realized. Chris had put away the gun. He supposed there was some trust, after all.

He didn’t immediately answer Chris’s question about the key, however. Returning it to him had been meant to be a sign of his goodwill, but he supposed that he should have known that Chris’s first question would be to ask if he had stolen it. If I really wanted to get in, I wouldn’t need a key, he thought, but he did decide to keep that one to himself.

However, he didn’t explain himself to Chris, either. The girls had given it to him and as long as Chris didn’t end up killing him right now, he knew that the first thing he was going to ask his sisters when he saw them next if they knew about Nate having this key. He’d let them tell him how he got it.

“What can I say? I get a kick out of stealing and returning keys.” He’d figure the absurdity would imply that this, too, had been a joke, but it was hard to tell from Chris’s unchanging expression if it had come across.

He’d been waiting for him to ask him about the murders by the bridge. He’d never lied to Chris about anything before (whether or not Chris agreed with this statement was less certain). The only exception had been where Lucy and Nick were concerned and his investigation was posing a threat to them both. Even trying to point him in the way of their father would be a mistake.

Running late! Sorry!!! Just let yourself in. 

Nate’s old flip phone buzzed with the message from Emma Wilson. He had a spare key that had been given to him by the Wilson girls one summer  when one of the trees out back had blown into the second story window and Nate had gone up and replaced it himself. They told him he should just keep it after he continued to help them with repairs around the house when Chris and Theo were both out of town. (Not that the girls were completely helpless in that area, either, Chris had definitely shown them how to keep the house up).

When they needed something major done, Nick often intercepted and helped (without their knowledge) a lot with the cost. Nate doubted Chris had any idea that a vampire and a werewolf duo had done so much to help his sisters both in this and just staying safe, in general, but Nate was still a little frustrated that, after all of this time, there was still a visible edge that hung around Chris whenever they came across one another.

Nate had let himself in through the back door and when he turned the corner into the kitchen, there was someone pointing a gun on him. 

Chris Wilson was back home. 

“Hey, it’s just me!” Nate said, his hands up defensively. This was not the first time Chris had pulled a gun on him and, quite frankly, he doubted it would be the last. “Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was here.” He had to give this one to Chris, he supposed lurking around in the empty Wilson house was a tad bit suspect. “Emma’s on her way.” He explained. 

Chris still hadn’t put away the gun. 

He slowly pulled the spare key out from his pocket and slide it across the kitchen counter towards Chris. “Figured you would feel better if I didn’t have this.” He paused, “Actually, we might both feel better. I might not be so lucky next time, huh?” 

The sun was just starting to peak through the trees when Nate heard the unmistakable sound of Nick’s car. (It was the only car that ever came this far back that didn’t sound like it was moments away from breaking down). Nick had spent last night back at the Alexander house, but judging from his early arrival time, it had not been a loving family gathering (even by his family standards, which were low enough as it was). Nate knew it had to be bad to keep ditching the comforts of his multi-million dollar mansion to slum it out here in the woods with Nate.

“I gotta know: is it the shitty space heaters, the junkyard couch, or the crackhead neighbors that just keeps bringing you back?”

He was teasing, well aware that both of them would rather live out here forever than deal with the majority of Nick’s family. He wasn’t complaining about the state of things, either. He knew his living quarters left one wanting, but it was his and he wasn’t about to let Nick buy him anything better (despite his many attempts).

He snapped his fingers, “It’s the overpowering smell of my shitty cooking that lingers for days, isn’t it?”