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Mike Carden: Werewolf Hunter by romanticalgirl (Gen)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: N/A
Length: 10016
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
romanticalgirl
Author Website: Archive of Our Own
Why this must be read: Set in the early days of TAI, Mike has rebelled against his family's calling his entire life.
All he wants to do is play the guitar and be in a band. Plus there's the rest of the band being complete failbots.
Also, I secretly believe this fic is what really happened on the road and why Tom left the band. ;)
All Mike Carden ever wanted to do was play the guitar.
On his thirteenth birthday, he saw the package sitting on the table and he was convinced it was a guitar. It was destined to be the best birthday ever, at least until he unwrapped it and destiny took a new, really fucked up turn. Because what he thought was a guitar was a crossbow and instead of the facts of life, his dad and aunt Martha sat him down and explained that he wasn’t like most boys. He had a calling.
He was a werewolf hunter.
Mike figured his family had been hitting the gin a little hard until he actually inspected his new gift and, instead of the NERF crossbow he expected, he sliced open his finger on the silver tip of one of the bolts and had to suck down the coppery taste of blood. “Holy shit. This is real.”
“Well, of course it is,” Martha said, pouring herself another drink. “And watch your mouth.” She came over, lifted the bow up, and settled it in her grip. “One thing this family will never joke about, Michael, and that’s werewolves.”
Mike Carden: Werewolf Hunter
Pairing: N/A
Length: 10016
Author on LJ:
romanticalgirlAuthor Website: Archive of Our Own
Why this must be read: Set in the early days of TAI, Mike has rebelled against his family's calling his entire life.
All he wants to do is play the guitar and be in a band. Plus there's the rest of the band being complete failbots.
Also, I secretly believe this fic is what really happened on the road and why Tom left the band. ;)
All Mike Carden ever wanted to do was play the guitar.
On his thirteenth birthday, he saw the package sitting on the table and he was convinced it was a guitar. It was destined to be the best birthday ever, at least until he unwrapped it and destiny took a new, really fucked up turn. Because what he thought was a guitar was a crossbow and instead of the facts of life, his dad and aunt Martha sat him down and explained that he wasn’t like most boys. He had a calling.
He was a werewolf hunter.
Mike figured his family had been hitting the gin a little hard until he actually inspected his new gift and, instead of the NERF crossbow he expected, he sliced open his finger on the silver tip of one of the bolts and had to suck down the coppery taste of blood. “Holy shit. This is real.”
“Well, of course it is,” Martha said, pouring herself another drink. “And watch your mouth.” She came over, lifted the bow up, and settled it in her grip. “One thing this family will never joke about, Michael, and that’s werewolves.”
Mike Carden: Werewolf Hunter