“There’s something poetically stupid about how I didn’t even realize that it was a full moon until I woke up this morning. And it’s my first day at a new school. How did I even manage this?”

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This was a stupid, stupid idea, but really, Liam wasn’t expecting it to work. He didn’t care how many family legends there were about his grandmother being a witch, or having a pact with otherworldly entities there were, he just didn’t believe in them. Sure Grandma Lucy had been a strange old lady who was way to into her herb garden and candle collection, and the fact that she had insistently given him all of her old books written in latin to him before she died, instead of his cousin who could actually speak it - it was odd, but it wasn’t exactly unusual for his family. So instead, highschool aged Liam had tucked the books into the back of a box and forgotten all about them. Now, graduated and in an apartment of his own, he had stumbled upon them, and begun the work of trying to translate one of the pages -and once he had, well. It was supposed to be something to summon - something, the words at the top and bottom had been faded, the only clear text remaining appearing to be a series of instructions. But he was bored, and the storm raging outside had shut down the entire city, so what was the harm? It wasn’t like it would work, and setting up something like this would at least entertain him. So before long, he was sitting on his floor crosslegged in the kitchen, having drawn a crude version of the shapes in the books and lit the candles, before reaching for the book and slowly, haltingly, reciting the words written on the pages. // @deadromantcs​

Liam enjoyed hanging out with his sister, he really did. It was why, even as adults, with their own lives and careers, they always tried to find time to chill out, fitting in their sibling time around his NHL practices and her own events. The team had just come back from two roadies in a row, and now had a byweek, leaving Liam anticipating multiple nights of bad takeout and worse shows on TV with his sister. A plan that seemed to be right on track, until a scent caught the alphas nose. Pausing, he frowned, scenting the air again to be sure. But there was no denying it, and Liams eyes widened as he realized his omega sister had just gone into heat. Turning towards brookyln, he swallowed, trying to ignore the fact that he was already getting hard. “Brook, you should leave now” He said, even as another wave of her scent hit him, and his hand tightened around the remote as lust shot through him. Fuck, it was common knowledge for alphas - never get caught in a room with a omega in heat unless you wanted to lose all control. Something which he was perilously close to doing // @ravenousdiaster

Open to: m/f/nb Connection: team member, coach, reporter, fan, s/o, fwb, family member The rest of the team had long since vanished, leaving only Liam left in the locker room as the others either went to deal with the press, or on to their own families. As the sound of the door opening reached him, the dark haired male didn’t bother to look around from where he was busy dressing, assuming it was someone who had gotten lost on their way through the team area. “Press rooms down the hall on the left side, staff areas are the first right turn and the doors on the end” He called instead 

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