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zzinvolterra · 3 years

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I’ve read your post about the downsides of having powers and I loved it cause I always thought it couldn’t be that easy. Now I want to know the others!

I have a couple of ideas but I’d love to read your headcannons for Aro, Marcus, Edward, Alice, Jasper... I mean... everyone with a power.

Have a splendid day and be safe!

[previous post]

Thank you so much, you too!!

// mentions of panic attacks, anxiety attacks, sensory overload //

Aro

When he touches someone, he can read every though the person has ever had.

The possibilities. I think the primary concern would be losing or mixing up his own memories with others’ thoughts. He’s come into contact with vampires with millions of their own thoughts many times, and because of his memory, they’re all locked in there, perfectly preserved forever. (Also, the criminals that he would be reading would likely have quite gruesome memories.) So forgetting who he is, experiencing constant déjà vu and horrific flashbacks (that aren’t his... or are they?), and becoming overwhelmed to the point where he can’t function are all very possible.

Marcus

He sees the relationships or connections people have to one another.

I suppose Marcus could occasionally be overwhelmed, perhaps experiencing headaches when looking at a large coven. (Also, there’s so much honesty in his gift, meaning in nearly every relationship he has, he knows exactly how they feel about him. Which could be painful at times.)

Didyme

Aura of happiness, I guess. [not a quote]

Didyme emits an aura of happiness that seems unconscious and may have occurred to a lesser degree as a human. Like I mentioned before with Chelsea, every relationship she’s had could have been affected by that. (...including Didyme/Marcus - would their love be the same if she didn’t have her Ability?) And depending on how much her gift affects a person, she could be sobbing (vampirically) and everyone else in the room would still be grinning and laughing euphorically.

Everyone else is under the cut!

Edward

Edward can read the thoughts of anyone in close proximity to him...

I just started MS, so I’m not quite sure how this is in canon, but I imagine it would be quite easy for Edward to become overwhelmed, especially as a newborn when he didn’t know how to block out voices. He could also experience migraines. Plus, in terms of how much he’s got bouncing around in his head, he’s like Aro Jr. Not Good.

Alice

She can see into the future, although what she sees is based on decisions being made; thus, she must wait for a decision to be firmly rooted in the mind or acted upon, before she can see the end result.

Her visions send her into an almost catatonic state, and she sees them often enough that there must be quite a few of them preserved in her mind. She exists on a different plane of reality, really, that must make it harder for her to connect with others. Could definitely see her experiencing constant déjà vu (she’s just living to catch up to her next vision) as well as anxiety attacks from trying to avert every single possible disaster.

Jasper

Jasper has the ability to both feel and manipulate the emotions of those around him.

It seems like Jasper is constantly inundated with the emotions of others, including their thirst, so him experiencing sensory overload is definitely possible. He’s also able to manipulate others with his gift, so unconsciously influencing someone could be a concern of his.

Bella

Her mind is impenetrable; no one can read her thoughts unless she allows it. She can shield herself from all types of psychic attacks and learns to shield those around her.

I like to think that Bella feels a dampened down version of whatever she’s blocking, especially when she’s expanded her shield. For example, she could feel a stinging sensation when Jane attempted to Pain™ them in BD.

Resume

She can show people her thoughts by touching their skin. So far, no one has been able to block her talent.

Sounds scary, but okay. Maybe showing other people her thoughts drains her energy? (While we’re talking about her, I support the headcanon that Resume is like an immortal child in the way that she draws people in and encourages them to die for protect her. Her Ability could increase that effect.) There are also some weird parallels between her and Aro.

Zafrina

Zafrina has a strong illusory talent. She can make her target see any illusion she wants, or see nothing at all.

Hmm. I suppose for Zafrina, she could perhaps experience a diluted form of her own Ability when using it on others for an extended period of time. I’m assuming that she has to concentrate on what she wants them to see, and maybe after a while, she starts seeing bits of it herself. Or, her own vision could start growing dimmer as she exerts more energy.

Eleazar

He has the ability to sense the type and strength of gifted vampires’ talents.

Eleazar is like a gift metal detector. Consequences could be that being around powerful gifts, or many at the same time, could overwhelm him. For example, getting headaches when he was part of the Volturi or during the army witness gathering in BD. (And I’m assuming Aro visits him semi-regularly, which is not an enviable position to be in.)

Kate

She has the power to cause a painful, electric shock-like jolt in anyone she touches.

I think with Kate, she could become drained, especially if she’s touching more than one person or using her Ability for an extended period of time. And until she fine-tuned her control over her gift, she was probably shocking everybody and was afraid to touch those she loved in fear of hurting them.

Benjamin

He can influence the elements – water, earth, fire, and air. He is able to physically manipulate the world around him with his will, similar to telekinetic.

Because of his power, Benjamin wasn’t allowed to leave the house for years, so yeah. Downside of being the Avatar is everybody wants you. Also, it seemed, at least in my opinion, that he doesn’t have the greatest control over his gift - meaning every time he uses it, it’s large and powerful. In the BD (movie) vision, he creates a chasm... that’s deep enough to reach magma? (Fault lines!!) So if he were to ever lose that bit of control over his Ability, he would do a lot of damage.

Maggie

She is able to tell if a person is lying.

Maggie is compelled to point out lies, to the point where she can’t stop even when people become uncomfortable and punish her for needing to state the truth. Therefore, hearing lies could hurt her, mentally or emotionally. It could also be sort-of an obsession of hers to have everything be the “truth”. (Do with this what you will - basically what I’m trying to say is that Maggie is unable to not point out lies.)

Siobhan?

Some suspect she can affect the outcome of a situation through willpower alone.

If she does have an Ability, I suppose it could be that the outcomes she causes have unintended side effects - a bit like how Alice attempts to manipulate events, but those new events bring new potential disasters.

James

He was a skilled tracker, able to sense in advance the most likely moves of his prey.

Demetri-ish? Hyper-aware of his surroundings.

Victoria

She was exceptionally good at evading enemies.

She’s canonically good at hide-and-seek...? To me, it seems like an Ability that was invented to explain why nobody could find her, but all right. Perhaps a mix of Afton, hiding-wise (though she doesn’t turn invisible-ish), and Bella, evading-Demetri-wise.

Fred

He has the ability to make anyone feel physically repulsed. He can use this ability to make someone unable to think of him for a period of time.

In “The Second Life of Bree Tanner”, it seems like Fred’s Ability is always active. Perhaps gaining control of that power could be difficult because, until he does, he pushes everyone away...(Reneta-ish?) Also, he’s called “Freaky Fred”. Rude.

Raoul

He had a limited ability to make others view him as their leader. It worked best on those who were directionless.

This is hard because it almost seems like Raoul is just exceptionally charismatic. Potential scenario: if his directionless followers somehow found direction, he would have to deal with an uprising.

Alistair

Alistair can track both people and things. He can sense the general direction of whatever he is looking for, but it takes him a long time to narrow this feeling down to a specific location.

(He’s very good at finding those car keys.) He would be aware of his surroundings, similar to Demetri but to a lesser degree. Not sure if he’d be as overwhelmed as often since it seems like he needs to focus on something specifically to find it, but I imagine his first few years weren’t fun.

Charles

Charles can sense when someone is lying to him.

Maggie 2.0? Or perhaps more accurately, Maggie 0.5? Sounds like he’s essentially Maggie, but less affected by lies.

Mele

Could take Abilities and transfer them to other people. However, she couldn’t use the gifts herself. [Also not a quote]

Gift snatched. Her power on its own is not very helpful to her survival, since she can’t harness the gifts she takes, nor is it beneficial to her existence. In my opinion, Mele, due to her Ability, will always be stuck in the position of serving someone (like Sulpicia in Life and Death) or be killed because she’s a threat (Aro).

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nervousladytraveler · 3 years

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@veryflowerobservation asked me for a little story with a very specific plot line. While I doubt this is what they had in mind (apologies in advance) this is what came to me over my morning coffee. Also, I’ve been reading Life After Life by Kate Atkinson, and am indebted to her for the world (and tone) of that novel that I borrowed here.

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She was already seated at a table in a quiet back corner when Ross entered the restaurant. A sandwich sat in front of her--untouched. How long had she been waiting? Ross hadn’t been late. In fact he was rather pleased with his timing.

He’d only just found her note a mere half hour before he was to meet her. He’d almost missed it--a small piece of folded paper deposited on his desk and no one claimed to have seen the messenger.

Dear Mr. Poldark, it read. Please meet me, if you can, noon today. The Drake. Important item to be discussed. Yours, Miss D. Carne. The ink had smeared a bit revealing an impatient or untidy author.

He remembered Miss Carne. Often, if he were to be honest. He smiled at the physical feelings associated with the memory and was on his feet shuffling for his coat before he’d thought it all through. After a late breakfast, he wasn’t hungry yet his curiosity was piqued by such a veiled message. Then again cryptic was the nature of their business, he supposed.

Ross hadn’t wanted the job but was cajoled, battered--railroaded really. But his gallantry in the previous war and in his off-the-record jaunts in between, not to mention his Good Family (“So many Poldarks already in the high ranks, you know”) were all tallied up. If Ross was trying to slip away from duty unnoticed, it seemed he was his own worst enemy. And if he had a choice, he’d have preferred to return to the army, but his ankle still bore shrapnel from ‘17 and apparently he wasn’t needed in that capacity.

“We need trustworthy men inside, Poldark,” some smart Undersecretary and an older but oh so reputable Colonel had huffed. They nodded in agreement with one another, and without waiting for an answer, had begun making plans for Ross in an unmarked office at the end of a serpentine hall in That Building.

The last thing Ross wanted was to be trusted with someone else’s secrets and yet, there he was--working for the War Time Government, which he soon learned was a very different machine than the one they’d elected in times of peace, the one everyone thought they knew. And once he saw the ways the gears really moved, Ross was certain most would prefer not to know much about this one at all.

Miss Carne, the author of the note and the guardian of the untouched sandwich, was one of the girls in the unmarked office. The department that didn’t really exist on paper needed scores of young women to keep it running.

She was different from the other girls. Not just a typist but clever--she was always solving problems, often before they were discovered, and saving the men who didn’t really exist on paper from very real embarrassment.

Ross hadn’t many dealings with her. Well, not until that one night when he got to know her quite well.

It had been a Thursday and there had been cocktails out--what had been the occasion? War had already been declared so it was quite unusual to have held a work do. Why was she even there?

He remembered the dress she wore--blue satin--and the way it fit her. Like a glove. No, more like water in a stream rippling smoothly over immovable stones. It made him feel at ease to look at her and he knew how the night would end.

In the all the secretarial pools across the city, few girls had their clothes tailored--who had time or money? So when they ventured out after work, they sported those subtle signs of economy--gaping necklines or tight stretches across the middle. Their one good dress hadn’t been replaced in so many years but their bodies had changed with the war. Rationing had left them scrawny or cheap gin had left them bloated.

Oh but those girls tried, didn’t they? They carried on the best they could. With their lips so brightly made up they could violate the black out, they were hell bent on keeping up the spirits of the lads. Wartime made for an interesting and furtive nightlife. Of course the nice girls, the ones with breeding and good dress makers weren’t out much at all these days.

But this one, Miss Carne, with her red hair--real, not from a bottle--and a fitted dress the colour of the sea at twilight, was different. Demelza was her name. It sounded like some yet-undiscovered gem. Rare as hell and essential to keep out of enemy hands. She didn’t seem to belong in either world--not the world of well dressed would-be fiancees nor the seedy boîtes, that were filled after hours when the good girls were tucked up in their bunkers.

The hotel Ross had taken Demelza to after they’d left the party was nice enough. Not the Savoy but it had a toilet ensuite and the sheets were clean. She was not Ross’s first affair so he knew how to be discreet when signing the register. He needn’t have bothered--the concierge clearly hadn't cared.

He remembered the sound of that blue dress as he unfastened it down the back. A crisp zip in an otherwise quiet room. That and her breathing and his heart beating in his chest. The sounds of anticipation. Before the dress slipped from her shoulders and his hands clasped her naked body to him.

Today she wore a stiff woolen frock the colour of filing cabinets. It reminded him of a wall of sandbags, protecting a hidden softness beneath. Still the zipper would sound the same.

“Miss Carne,” he smiled and held out his hand to her. He contemplated kissing hers when it was finally offered but sensing some unspoken chill, he refrained. He sat down opposite and gave his serviette a merry snap.

She twisted her lips when she spied the gold band on his left hand.

“You're married?” she began, raising one perfect brow. Was it naturally arched or was that her own artistry?

He might have wanted to scrutinize her face, to map out what was artifice and what was real, but at that moment he didn’t dare look her in the eye.

“Yes, I am,” he said, just a decibel louder than a mumble. “And yes, I was married when we…” He took a gulp from his water glass.

“And yet there was no ring that night,” she mused. She had no problem with eye contact, her blue eyes remained fixed on his face.

“We...uh...we were in the midst of a separation then but the war has made us rethink things…”

We. Us. There wasn’t really an us. Elizabeth was merely feeling scared and lonely, between lovers, and suddenly liking the idea of a strong husband about. But since then her plans to retreat home to Cornwall, first spoken of as a ‘hypothetical perhaps’, had started to come to fruition. She’d been packing a trunk for some days now and was fretting about whether to take just some of her furs, or all of them. She was clearly planning to stay away. Ross’s response was to arrange a driver.

“Well then,” Demelza said and pushed away her plate. “That will complicate things but doesn’t change reality one bit,” she continued crisply.

It was an office voice. With it she would manage the girls under her with confidence and efficiency. No time for emotion, yet it wasn’t sour. Must keep morale up. They had jobs to do and every memo taken, every letter filed, was a fulfillment of their duty.

It was not the soft, easy voice that laughed in his ear as she lay next to him on the pillow in the blacked out room. The dusky voice that had whispered his name as he crawled up her body like a soldier crawling through mud. On a mission. Towards his target.

“It seems, Mr. Poldark, that I’m to have a baby.”

He held his glass aloft and stared at her.

“What?” he spat. “Well, it can’t be...I didn’t…not in...” Of course he couldn’t utter those words in daylight. Not over a sandwich at lunchtime. One needed a stiff drink before dissecting the mechanics of love. Yet somehow he knew it was possible. He thought he’d been careful not to leave seed in the field. Now it hit him he’d in fact laid a land mine.

“Well it doesn’t really matter what you believe you did not do, because apparently whatever you did, was enough,” she responded coolly.

He didn’t dare ask if there were any others who might stand accused with him in the dock. His gut told him she wasn’t that type. And though she hadn’t confirmed it during their night together--nor had he looked for evidence later--he suspected she’d been intact before he took her to bed. Oh, she’d been a quick learner!

He also sensed that she’d rather be sitting across from just about anyone else than talking to him now, so she certainly wasn’t trying to trap him.

“Are...are you sure? I...I need to think,” he said, aware that he sounded like an old Spitfire whose propeller couldn’t quite get going. So much sputtering.

She lit a cigarette, took one long drag, then ground it out carefully in the ashtray. No doubt she’d revisit that same fag again later, at a time when she was less impatient, when she could enjoy it alone.

“Well, you do that then,” she said, and gathered her handbag, ready to take her leave.

“Wait! Where are you going? How can I reach you?” His words came out in a fast and frantic stream. The engine had started--the sputter became a steady buzz filling the room.

She narrowed her eyes and shook her head lightly. Today her hair was held back with tortoise shell combs on either side. Tidy, discreet, and appropriate for an unmarked office. Or any office.

He recalled his hands getting lost in a sea of those curls, fistfuls he’d grasped in passion. An unexpected lifeline, it had seemed at the time, that prevented him from drowning.

He felt himself going under again.

“Now you want to reach me, Mr. Poldark?” she said archly.

“Hey--you left me! You were the one who waltzed out of that hotel room while I was asleep, without so much as a backwards glance,” he growled. He’d been rankled that she continued to call him Mister Poldark, especially when he could still hear her hiss in his ear--Ross--while her body bucked under his.

“I assure you it wasn’t a waltz,” she said. And that was all she said. At least she didn’t claim she’d been trying to save him the embarrassment of a morning after. “I share a flat with another girl in Kingley Street. We don't have a telephone but you can find me at the office--unless I get reassigned in the next few days. There are changes coming, I’ve been told.”

She rose to her feet and towering over him, nodded.

Ross tried to stand up quickly--to plead with her to stay? To follow her out? He couldn't say what his intentions had been but it mattered little. He was too slow. His legs got twisted under the narrow table, his chair scraped awkwardly, and the remaining lunch things began to tip before he caught them with his broad hands. He narrowly avoided one mess, aware that he had quite another still to be cleared up.

And just like that she was gone. Leaving her entire sandwich and almost-intact cigarette behind afterall.

In a strange flash, Ross was surprised she didn't offer to pay for her own lunch. Of course a gentleman should pick up the bill for a lady no matter the circumstances, but there was something so determined and iron about her now, that he couldn’t imagine her allowing anyone to help her.

And yet help her he must. Somehow.

He felt his pockets frantically for a scrap of paper but only found a stub of a pencil.

Kingley Street, he scrawled on the back of a matchbook. He had no house number, nothing else to go.

Could he ask someone to watch the street? He knew some blokes who would do a job like that--a stake out--for the right price. Or was he better off handling this himself, intercepting her at work? Even if she did get moved to a different sector--one that also did not officially exist--he might have channels to find her.

He sat back in his chair and reached for her cigarette. He imagined it smelled like her but he lit it anyway. It helped him to relax for just a moment while he planned his next move.

Ross knew he had a duty to this woman--to their child if one was to be--and while that was an overwhelming and unforeseen realisation, he was taken aback by a different unexpected sensation.

Desire.

He wanted her. Again. Now.

And he had to find her.

#poldark fanfic #poldark modern au #london blitz #ross poldark #demelza carne #blue dress #fastens down the back

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twothumbsandnostakeincanon · 4 years

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Little bit sick, little bit sleep deprived, but above all desperately in sudden need of a Corpse Bride au, but with polyamory like the original SHOULD have ended.

Like say the Argents are the old money family, whose money has actually run out after Gerard dumped all of it into hunting. It’s left Chris with nothing to give his daughter.

The Stilinskis are nouveau riche, and good people. John offers to help out Chris, possibly lend him money for stable investments that might help. Chris is embarrassed but grateful. Victoria is ashamed and suspicious.

She insists that the deal can only go through with a marriage of their children to ensure that the fates of their families are intertwined. John won’t be able to pull the money out from under them without it effecting his own son negatively.

Chris is 100% against it, ready to say absolutely not, but Allison steps in. She knows what their financial sitation is. Their house is falling apart around them. She’s willing to do whatever has to be done to save them.

John, for his part, is shocked by the request. He offered his help, and now they’re asking for his son? He’s ready to say no, to condemn Victoria’s interference, but Stiles, like Allison, steps in.

The Argents need help. Stiles is under no illusions as to how most marriages work. His parents’ was one of the very few that began for love rather than economic reasons. He’s never met Allison, but has heard enough about her from their social circles to think they’ll make passable partners. There’s really no reason to say no, especially not if it will save her family from poverty.

The arrangement is made, and they meet. It goes better than anyone could have hoped, honestly. Stiles is happy to find Allison clever and engaging, and Allison is relieved to find that Stiles seems to be very encouraging of her sportsmanship. It certainly doesn’t hurt that they make a gorgeous pair.

It’s not love at first sight, but it could easily grow into something beautiful.

The ceremony is rushed, what with a rather immediate need for money. The invitations are sent out to family and friends- the McCalls, the Hales, the Martins- but almost no one will be able to arrive until the day of the wedding. Luckily at least one family member is able to make it for the rehearsal dinner.

Allison always was a favorite of Aunt Kate.

Stiles is nervous, though. His ADHD doesn’t do memorization very well, and he cannot, for the fucking life of him, remember his vows. Despite quiet encouragement from Allison, the anxiety starts to overwhelm him and he has to step outside for a moment between courses.

He paces in the woods just out of sight for a bit, trying to remember the words.

“Your cup- this cup- ah fuck.”

He gives up and pulls the little sheet of paper out of the pocket, reciting the whole thing from beginning to end.

“With this hand I will lift your sorrows

Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine.

With this candle, I will light your way into darkness.

With this ring, I ask you to be mine.”

A sudden howl of wind tears through the grove of trees he stands in. Dead leaves swirl around him, and the ground beneath his feet begins to move, rolling as if it were being pulled like the tide. Stiles falls on his back.

A figure appears before him, a half decayed body dressed in a tattered suit, the space between exposed ribs showing the starry sky behind him.

“I do, darling.”

Stiles wakes up in a bar in the underworld. Convenient, as he’s honestly never been more prepared for a drink in his life. It’s too bad all of the drinks are for a deader liver than his.

The handsome corpse- can a corpse be handsome? Stiles spends a moment on the question, and decides that finding a corpse handsome is probably the least of the things he should be worrying about right now.

The corpse, who is by at least some definition handsome, introduces himself as Peter, and then turns around and immediately starts introducing Stiles as his husband.

“Uh, sir? Excuse me sir?”

“Oh ‘sir’ is it?” Peter says with a sinful smile and a raised eyebrow. “I can work with that.”

“No- I mean maybe- Wait, no, I can’t be your husband! I’m about to be someone else’s husband!”

“But you’re already mine,” Peter points out. “You asked and I said yes.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, I was just-“ Stiles waves a vague hand, “-talking.”

Peter frowns a little.

“But I said yes. We’re married now.” He shrugs a little, as if it’s no consequence. “I suppose if you’re really attached to them, they can be our husband too.”

“Wife,” Stiles corrects, wondering how a dead man is steering this conversation so successfully when he doesn’t even have all of his finger bones.

“Oh a wife! I’m not picky. It’s good to have variety.”

Meanwhile, above ground, Allison knows something must have happened to Stiles. Her mother is convinced that this is just the Stilinski’s trying to ruin their family name, and Chris is desperately trying to keep the peace between her on the warpath and John freaking out over his missing son. Allison tries to slip out with her bow to track him, but Kate catches her.

“You should stay here,” she says, guiding Allison back to her room. “Who knows what your mother will think if you disappear too?”

Allison argues, tries to reason with her, but before long she’s back in her room, listening to the lock of the door click behind her.

Frankly she’s shocked that Kate would take such an attitude about this. She’s always been supportive of Allison’s archery and tracking. Maybe even too supportive, because Kate’s attempts to stop Allison have zero affect on her. It’s just ten minutes later that Allison disappears into the woods after climbing out her window and down the side of the house.

Kate, meanwhile, is just thrilled that she doesn’t have to come up with her own diversion. The chaos of the missing fiancé will provide the perfect cover for her to intercept the Hales before they arrive, and finish killing them off.

Underground, Stiles discovers that if he listens closely, Peter reveals a lot in the spaces between words. Eventually Peter admits that he has to have a True Love Up Top in order to visit the living. And he has one very, very important visit to make.

“She promised to elope with your nephew, and then tried to murder him?” Stiles whispers, shocked.

“Wolfsbane,” Peter answers grimly, and to be honest, werewolves have been the most acceptable surprise Stiles has suffered today. “He got away. I didn’t.”

“Shit.”

They’re both silent for a minute.

The Stiles says, “Alright, well what are we waiting for? Let’s go kill her.”

Peter falls a little bit in actual love then.

When they get to Elder Gutknecht, Peter proudly lifts up his hand, showing off the ring rattling around the bone there, and says, “Gotta pop up for a bit and visit the in-laws!”

Elder Gutknecht peers closely at Stiles (who is trying not to think too hard about the purpose of glasses for a skeleton) and says, “What the hell have you done now, Peter.”

“You said I had to have a True Love who was still alive!” Peter says, stubborn. “This is my True Love, Stiles. The truest love. We’re married, even. That’s how in True Love we are. And he’s alive. Send us up, Gutknecht.” There’s more than a touch of threat to his tone by the end.

Elder Gutknecht, who was not prepared for this in seminary and honestly thought there would be more clouds and wings in his afterlife, says, “Fuck it. Drink this. You have 12 hours.”

Moments later, they’re standing in the grove where Stiles recited his vows on accident. Allison immediately drops down from a tree, bow pointed directly at Peter.

“Step away from my fiancé,” she growls, sounding utterly threatening and wolf-like in her own right.

“Oh, is this our wife?” Peter asks, delighted.

“Ally, where’s your Aunt Kate?” Stiles rushes to ask, stepping between them.

Allison lowers her bow, confused.

“She’s back at the house,” she says slowly. “At least I think so. She locked me in my room and I had to sneak out.”

Peter’s lost his sense of smell with the degrading of his body, but he still has other senses to rely on.

He hears coaches and horses.

Familiar coaches and horses.

His family is arriving.

Peter takes off running through the woods, Allison hot on his heels, not at all convinced that she doesn’t need to shoot him. Stiles falls behind, but manages to keep them in his sight.

Up ahead, Kate is lying in wait with wolfsbane smoke bombs, ready to disrupt the coaches and massacre the beasts within. Or she was ready, before her brother discovered her.

“Kate, you can’t do this,” he says through gritted teeth. “It’s murder. This is how our father destroyed our family.”

“It’s not murder to kill a wild animal,” she says, neither listening nor caring. The coaches appear. She throws a smoke bomb and opens fire. Peter hears everything from the tree line as he barrels toward them, and Allison sees what her Aunt has done.

Chris tries to tackle her but only succeeds in knocking her aim astray. The Hales are stumbling out of their coaches now, coughing and choking. Talia is trying to gather her betas, trying to asses the danger, but suddenly she sees the image of her dead brother and wonders if maybe they’ve already lost to whatever attacked them.

Then her brother leaps at a woman on the side of the road and rips her throat out.

Maybe not a ghostly spectre after all.

It’s all a bit of a Business™ after that.

Explanations are had, both past and present. Peter rushes things along a bit, because he only has like 11 hours left now and it’s going to take at least 9 to do the necromantic ritual that will bring him back to life, suck on that Elder Gutknecht.

Chris explains to Allison about their family’s hunting history. The Hales explain to Chris exactly what Kate had done. Stiles explains how he accidentally got married. Peter explains again that he really has to get moving now.

In the end, Stiles and Allison still get married. Peter is in attendance with the rest of the Hales, and at the reception somehow manages to get the second dance with both the bride and the groom.

He doesn’t give the ring back. He manages to get a third matching one in time for the ceremony though.

#long post #lmao I feel way sicker now #probably because I wrote this instead of sleeping #steter #stallison #stetallison #?#that’s it right?#whatever #does peter/allison even have a ship name #this blog needs a tag for my bullshit #sorry I can’t put this under a cut I wrote the whole thing on my phone while laying on my side with one arm pinned under me #so we’re all suffering together #corpse bride au #tumblr fic and kinda fic

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skygirl5 · 3 years

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12 Prompts of Christmas - #6 Presents

SIX - Presents

Sipping on his third cup of coffee of the morning, Castle sat patiently on the sofa in his office as he watched his sons squeal with joy as they enjoyed their new Christmas presents. Both wore a Batman helmet that came down just over their eyes, giving them the iconic caped crusader look. The helmets were a bit big and bobbled around on their heads, especially Reese’s, but neither seemed to mind very much. And, of course, they had to get two helmets, because all highly desirable items needed to be duplicated or there would be fighting. At least they’d learned that much in five years.

The boys squealed as they chased each other—Jake after Reese this time—and called out “I am Batman!” in the deepest, gruffest voices they could manage. Sensing he should add a little kerosene to their fire, he stood up and said, “It’s the Joker here, and I’m out to get you Batman!” The boys yelped and ran from the office into the bedroom with Castle nipping at their heels. They circled through the living room area, laughing and screaming as they went, and then finally landed back in the office where they dive-bombed their pile of new comic book figurines.

Castle had really only started introducing them to comics about a year earlier, staring out slow, testing the waters to gauge their interest—and making sure he picked as age-appropriate ones as he could. Though he’d tried not to be bias in any way, Jake had really taken an interest in batman, and of course since Reese seemed to want everything his older-by-three-minutes brother wanted, he decided to like Batman as well. Castle didn’t really care which superhero they chose; he was just so happy to watch them discover and explore new things.

While the boys played with their new Batmobile figurines, Castle finished his coffee and then decided to start picking up some of the toy packaging strewn across the room. He grabbed one of the garbage bags he’d previously set out and then crouched down to pick things up, in doing so felt a pinch in his left hip. He winced, stood upright again, and rubbed it with the flat of his hand. It was the same hip he’d been sitting on that morning as they gathered under the tree to open gifts, so he supposed he might have tweaked something. Everyone had warned him that having young kids in his mid-fifties was never going to be easy, and they were right; it wasn’t, but he wouldn’t have given it up for the world.

After gathering up all he could, he carried the trash bag towards the kitchen, catching a glimpse of Kate and Lily playing with her new American Girl doll and accessories. Kate looked up as he passed and he gave her a wink. She smiled back at him and then lifted up one of her hands to feather through their daughter’s hair.

Their older their children grew, the more interesting the Castle family Christmases became. Well, really, it was just the older the twins became; Lily had always been a relatively calm child. Now that the boys were bigger and louder, they would never have a demure Christmas morning again. In fact, if they managed to get all the kids to only open their own gifts and not slap each other around in the process, it was a win.

Mornings like that one reminded Castle just how starkly different his life was then than it had been when he was growing up. When he’d been a kid, Christmas morning generally didn’t happen, because his mother had been out late performing the night before. That was assuming she was actually home with him and not on tour, which had happened a few times. If she was home, Christmas “morning” was more like Christmas “after lunch”. His mother would get up, sometimes with a paramour in tow, and make coffee and some food. Then they’d sit beneath her plastic, table-top-sized tree and exchange gifts. Not to say that he disliked these days by any means. His mother always made it fun in one way or another. There certainly was no other mother quite like Martha Rodgers. Most importantly: he had always felt very loved and cared for, even if there hadn’t been enough money to buy him more than new underwear and socks and a new book or two.

Castle remembered that he was around the boys’ age when he first started wishing that his father would show up for Christmas. At that point, his knowledge about his father was limited. “He’s not a part of our lives,” was Martha’s token line. He didn’t find out any more details surrounding his conception until he was around thirteen. As a young boy with an unusually creative imagination, Castle had already begun to paint various extravagant scenarios about what his father might have been doing that explained why he couldn’t be a part of their lives. Chief among those ideas were: astronaut, rodeo clown, and spy. Of course, he had no way of knowing at the time, but he’d actually been correct on that last guess.

For most of the year, Castle daydreamed about what activities his father might be up to that kept them apart. Around Christmas, however, those dreams turned to wishes that his father might just show up at their apartment one day around the holidays and they’d be able to hang out. All this friends at school talked about what they did with their fathers and he wanted to experience that too. Sadly, that never came to be. Still, Castle couldn’t be upset, because he knew that he was the man he was because of the fact that he grew up without a father.

With that being said, he was so glad that his younger children were growing up with not only two parents, but many other family members who loved them. Especially for his sons, Castle tried to be a strong male role model who taught them to be kind and gentlemanly even from their young age. He planned to always be there for them and never miss one major event in their life for as long as he lived.

“Daddy!” Jake called out, looking over to his father with his sparkling blue eyes. “Will you play too?” he asked holding up one of the Batmobiles.

Grinning, Castle dropped to his hands and knees and crawled over. He gave Jake a tickle at the back of his neck and the boy giggled happily. “Of course, Jakey—I’ll always play with you. Always.”

A/N - this concludes the “canon universe” Christmas fic, but dont worry i still have 6 more prompts to go!!

#castle #caskett #castle fanfiction #castleficathonwinter2020 #12promptsofchristmas #my fic: 12 Prompts of Christmas

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invisibleinorange · 3 years

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Swelter Weather 3/?

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Bridgerton Rating: M Warnings: None at this point. Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington(besties), Bridgerton Family Dynamics, Eloise Bridgerton/Phillip Crane Characters: Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton, Phillip Crane, Benedict Bridgerton Additional Tags: Bridgerton, Polin

Summary: Colin Bridgerton is weary from travel and decides to spend the summer at the Aubrey Hall. While his initial plans were to avoid his perfect family, he ends up sharing the house with Eloise and Penelope. This is a Modern AU!

“You have to help,” Eloise said into her cell. She called Benedict early in the morning. As the sibling she considered herself closest to, she was desperate for his advice on how to stop Colin from ruining her life. That was the only outcome she could see happening if she allowed Colin to get his hands on her best friend.

She could hear her elder brother yawn into the phone. “You’re seriously calling me to complain because you think that Colin might have been about to kiss Penelope,” she heard him laugh.

“There is no think. If I’d not interrupted, they would have tainted the sanctity of the game room,” Eloise bellowed into the phone.

“Are you sitting?” Benedict asked in the phone.

“Well… yes,” Eloise said from where she was sitting on her bed.

“I’m going to tell you something and it might come as a shock to you,” Benedict started. “I’m only going to tell you this because I love you.”

“What?”

“You need to mind your own business,” Benedict told her simply.

“Pen is my business,” Eloise argued into the phone.

“If that was true, you’d know that this was always going to happen. You can’t possibly just now be noticing the way they act with each other,” Benedict told her. “I mean, Daph, Anthony and I sort of have a gambling pool going about it.”

“You’re making bets over it?” Eloise asked incredulously.

“This is why we didn’t let you in on it. For the record, if it happens between now and Christmas Kate wins,” Benedict told her.

“Kate is in on this too?”

“And Simon,” Benedict noted.

“Did anyone at least take a stance that it won’t happen?”

“Nope. We’re all in agreement that it’s going to happen.”

Eloise glared at her phone. They were all traitors. That was what this came down too. Not a single relative was loyal. They were all making bets, assuming that something was going to happen; something that she wasn’t sure that she wanted to allow to happen.

“I hate every single one of you,” she muttered.

“You love us. Don’t do anything stupid. You can’t stop the inevitable.”

“You wait and see.”

“Well if you delay it until after Christmas, I win.”

That was enough for to end the call. Clearly she wasn’t going to get the commiseration or help she was looking for.

“Bye.”

“Oh don’t be a –“

Eloise clicked to end the call, throwing her phone on her dresser. That hadn’t gone the way she’d planned.

Colin was remarkably quiet through most of breakfast and lunch, keeping mostly to himself. He wouldn’t have said he was avoiding anyone but he wasn’t quite sure how he was going to approach the conversation or if he should. He and Penelope had always had a bit of banter between them and maybe things had escalated but it hadn’t crossed the line into action.

It had come as close as it ever had though.

If Eloise hadn’t interrupted, he knew he would have done something. He would have acted on impulse and he wasn’t completely sure what he wanted. It was one thing to make moves on a stranger and another to do that to someone who he’d known since they were a child. Penelope was his sister’s best friend. If he misread the signals, he wouldn’t be the only one who suffered because of it. As much as he loved tormenting his siblings, he didn’t actually want to do anything to damage them.

“I’m going for another ride,” he announced to them in passing, leaving them to their lounging and reading.

He needed the fresh air, needed to gather his thoughts more than anything in the world. If he was out of the house he might have a fighting shot at it.

He was half way out the door when he felt a hand reaching out grabbing his wrist as if to give him pause. He didn’t have to look back to know whose hand was on him.

He turned back, eyes gazing on her face which in that moment was a mixture of apprehension and something unreadable.

“Can I join you?” Penelope asked him.

The smart answer was no. He ought to tell her to stick around and hang out with his sister. It wasn’t what he wanted though and he found himself nodding before he could formulate words.

“Of course,” he told her, forcing his usual grin on his features.

She released her grip on him and he led the way to the stables. It normally wasn’t this quiet between them but he wasn’t going to push it and neither was she.

“I usually ride this one,” he said pointing to his horse as he went to place a saddle on it. It was a large, healthy stallion. He was fully prepared to set her up on one of the others. They did have a few to pick from. He knew that Daphne’s horse would probably be the best fit. “I’m thinking maybe Daph’s for you.”

“I was thinking I could ride with you,” Penelope said after a long moment.

Colin gave her a long look, thinking over her suggestion. He’d raised his horse since it was a foal. It was sturdy, dependable and could certainly handle the load. The saddle wouldn’t work for it though. They’d have to ride bareback.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked, removing the saddle he’d already put into place. “It won’t as comfortable without that.”

“I’m not so delicate that I can’t handle it. Besides, I want to experience your equestrian skills first hand instead of observing them,” she told him.

He didn’t have to be told a second time.

“Let me give you a leg up,” he said before he helped her climb astride before he managed to pull himself up behind her. He handed her the reins once he was secure before wrapping his own arms around her middle.

In an instant they were in motion. It was much easier to let her lead the show him give her instructions on what to do. He had full confidence in their combined ability to do this.

“Which way?” Penelope asked, her body shifting backwards against his slightly with each stride of the horse.

“I’ll show you my usual route,” Colin told her, trying to not to think too much about the jut of his body against hers with every movement. “Or rather he will. He knows the way.”

The stallion didn’t really require much guidance. It was normally fairly easy to zone out and enjoy the scenery. It was innocent enough at first. That certainly didn’t last for long though. It was an impossibility when he was already struggling to maintain some distance and the very nature of this required a complete lack of it.

It was difficult to be a gentleman with her pressed against him. He had to lean against her, if he wanted to keep them both astride. There was something pleasant about the closeness. The friction of her hips moving backward against his own was distracting, especially when she let out audible moans when he got bumped especially hard toward into her.

“You’ve got to stop,” he murmured close to her ear. There was a hint of warning to it not that he was really sure what he was going to do.

Penelope apparently wasn’t ignorant to what she was doing to him. He was pretty sure he felt her intentionally shift back against him, which earned a groan. She was going to be the death of him. He was certain of it.

“Stop what?” she asked. He could hear the mischief in her voice and it confirmed the suspicion. There was no hiding what she was doing to him anymore. She undoubtedly felt how hard he was. If she was trying to tease him, she was doing a hell of a job.

“You’re playing with fire,” he growled, turning his head enough to bury her face in her neck, mouth ghosting the skin there. Her hands moved lower on her hips to at least try and control the way his hips moved forward into hers. “I thought you wanted to ride a horse not a Bridgerton.”

“The horse was an excuse to spend time with the Bridgerton,” she confessed, eyes closing and a breathy-sigh escaping her as her knuckles tightened around the reins. Thank God the horse knew what it was doing and could complete the loop of the property to get the back to the barn.

“You don’t have to have an excuse to spend time with me,” Colin told her simply, honestly. Her words were enough to shame him into behaving. She thought she needed an excuse to spend time with him when the truth of the matter was that he loved spending time with her. He pressed a light, affectionate kiss to her jaw. He felt her shiver and he knew that needed to put some distance between them before more could happen. “You never have and you never will.”

Colin’s hand moved to take the reins from her long enough to get them stopped. He slipped down before offering her a hand to assist her down. They were close enough to the barn and he could easily get the creature secured again.

“Do you mean that?” Penelope asked quietly, her legs still a bit wobbly and her mind still racing. She followed him diligently though, sticking close by.

“Yeah,” Colin said lamely trying to get his brain and body to behave. “I like being around you… even when you’re tormenting me.”

“That wasn’t my initial goal,” she confessed. There was something rather alluring about her red curls so messy and windblown combined with the innocent yet mischievous smile on her face. “I can’t say that I didn’t like it though.”

“I had a sneaking suspicion that you did,” he told her with a light smile. He wanted to kiss her then and there, see what other forms of torment she could appreciate but he kept himself in check. There was only so long they could hang out before Eloise would come looking. He wasn’t willing to tempt the fates on this.

“Maybe next time we hang out you’ll get to torment me,” she offered.

Those words alone were enough fodder to keep him happy for the rest of the day. He offered his arm, planning to guide her back to the house.

“Let’s go find El,” he suggested.

#⚜ writings — polin #polin #colin bridgerton #bridgerton #penelope featherington

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slythergirlimagines · 4 years

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Worth Your Time- Jack Shephard x Reader

Summary: Reader and Jack are friends with benefits, but when reader gets hurt it could change their relationship. (GIF not mine!) Masterlist

Warnings: injuries and some mentions of sex, also dead relatives and abusive ex mentioned

Words: 3,189

Requested: Yes! @flowercrowns-goodvibes thank you so much for requesting something about Lost. My love for this show and for Jack is endless:) I hope you enjoy it!

Worth Your Time

The first time you slept with Jack Shephard, you were both drunk. Hurley and Charlie had found some vodka in an old bunker. Everyone had craved the distraction the alcohol provided and a party had broken out in result.

After your fair share of drinks, you had stepped away and gone to stare at the ocean. Jack had found you there, drunk and depressed. You had opened up to each other, you about the abusive relationship you were running from, and Jack about his father. You weren’t really sure how it happened, but one minute you were talking and the next you were having sex.

You had never really talked about it after it happened. It was only a few days later that you had a nightmare and sought out Jack. After that, you began seeking comfort in each other, and of course some other things. It wasn’t all physical though.

You and Jack talked about anything and everything. You connected, and you understood each other. You had realized too late into your relationship that you were developing feelings for him, and you couldn’t tell him. If you told him, then everything would get weird and he wouldn’t want you anymore. The voice in your head definitely belonged to your ex, but it was right. Jack was too important to lose.

Currently, you are enjoying the day. Sometimes on beautiful days like this, you like to pretend that you’re on vacation. You close your eyes and let the breeze blow through your hair, and you let yourself pretend for just a little bit that you have no problems. It helps to forget reality sometimes, especially when your reality is being stranded on an island where everything seems to go wrong.

Today the waves are sparkling and the sun is high in the sky. Charlie and Hurley are still trying to fish, even though they’ve never caught anything. Sun is off tending her garden, and Kate and Sawyer are flitting about doing who knows what. Claire wades into the water, rocking baby Aaron back and forth. None of these people are who you want to see. You’re looking for Jack.

You see him exiting the make shift medical tent, and you quickly jog over to him.

“Jack!” You call to him. When he sees you, his face breaks out into a huge grin and your heart flutters in your chest. He’s just a friend you remind yourself. A very hot friend that you sometimes have sex with.

“Y/n!” He calls back, mimicking your enthusiasm.

“Hey!” You say, finally catching up to him. “I have something to ask you.”

“Oh yeah?” He says, plucking some fruit from the breakfast pile, and taking a bite.

“Sun and I are going on a hike this afternoon. She’s needs help finding some seeds for the garden, and I was wondering if there’s anything you need medically?”

Jack looks up at the clouds, and makes a face.

“Are you sure you guys want to go today? It might rain.” You roll your eyes at his concern.

“Don’t worry, Jack. We’re big girls, I think we can handle it!” You wink. It feels natural to flirt with him like this.

“Alright, alright. I just can’t help it.” He says. His voice drops a little at the end, and it sends shivers down your spine. His brown eyes turn hungry, and he lets them rake over you.

It’s been a few days since you’ve been together, and you’ve missed him. His eyes tell you that he’s missed you too, even if his mouth won’t say it.

When he finishes looking you up and down, he catches your half-lidded gaze and smiles.

“Come back to me in one piece.” He leans in, whispering in your ear. “I’ll make it worth your time.” His pupils are dilated when he pulls back and he smirks at you, licking his lips.

Jack Shephard can be down right predatory when he wants to be. You shiver, and smile back at him.

“You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You let yourself linger in the moment, and then you remind him of your original question. “So do you need anything?”

Jack looks sheepish, and rubs the back of his neck as he answers. “No, sorry I forgot the question.”

“I have that effect on people.” You flirt.

“That you do.” Jack looks up at the sky and then back at you. “You better go before I lose all semblance of self control.”

“If this is you controlled I can’t wait to see you wild.” You smirk again and then back up slowly. “See you later doc.”

You leave him there, practically panting, and hurry back to Sun.

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The hike goes well. Sun manages to find a majority of the seeds she needs with little problem. You’re on your way back when you notice a patch of familiar looking plant stalks.

“Sun!” You call.

She turns around and raises an eyebrow in your direction.

“I’m going to stay behind for a little bit, I’ll catch up!” You say.

“I don’t know....” Sun says, glancing up at the darkening sky.

“I’ll be fine!” You say. “This is literally going to take like five minutes!”

Convinced, Sun nods and continues on her way.

“Be careful!” She throws over her shoulder.

You promise her you will, and then turn your attention back to the stalks.

When you were younger, your mother was very into natural remedies. She grew a lot of her own plants and herbs to aid in the healing process. Ginger was always one of her favorites. The root helped calm aches and pains, and it would be the perfect gift for Jack. You may not have medicine on this island, but you could use what was around you.

Quickly, you get to work pulling the roots of the ground. It’s hard work, and it takes you a lot longer to fill up your basket than you had hoped. By the time you’re finished, your hands are bleeding and the sky is nearly pitch black.

You stumble quickly onto the path, and start walking as quickly as you can. Maybe you’ll be able to get close to the beach before the downpour starts. You aren’t half as lucky as you wish you were though, because it only takes a minute for the rain to begin.

It’s a thick blanket of water, and there are no breaks in between downpours. The rain pounds against your body, soaking through your clothes in seconds. It also makes it impossible to see where you’re going.

Your boots start getting stuck in the mud, and before you know it, you’re slipping and sliding around. Everything is distorted through the water and you start panicking. Are you even going the right way?

The water starts gathering and rushing downhill like a fast moving stream. It’s impossible for you to keep your balance, and you fall, bashing your leg against the side of a rock. You feel it slice through your skin, and the pain is consuming.

The water keeps pushing you with its current, banging you against objects in the path. Finally, your head bangs against something hard and the world goes dark.

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“Dude!” You hear a voice yell. Your head pounds, and you lift a shaky hand to feel around. There’s a tender spot when you touch it, and you quickly drop your hand.

“Dude, I think I found her!” Hurley says. His shouts increase the pounding in your head, and you go limp with the pain.

“Where is she?” You hear Charlie’s heavy accent.

Flashlight beams illuminate your face, and you listen as they start to panic.

“Oh my god. She’s dead, Hurley look at her.” Charlie says.

“Dude, I think I’m going to hurl.” Hurley says, gagging.

“Hurley, get a grip! Listen to me. Who’s going to tell Jack? He’s going to lose it mate! He’ll go absolutely bonkers.” Charlie says.

Hearing Jack’s name rouses something in you, and you have enough energy to groan his name. You want Jack. He’ll make you feel better and take all this pain away. Over the pounding of your head, you hadn’t even been able to think about the searing pain in your leg.

“Jack?” You ask again.

“She’s alive!” Charlie shouts and you listen as he and Hurley celebrate.

“Dude we’ve gotta get Jack, what if it’s not ok to move her?” Hurley asks.

“Ok ok good point. You stay here and I’ll go get him. They shouldn’t be too far away.” Charlie says, and you hear him run off.

“It’s ok, y/n.” Hurley says. “I’m here, and Jack’s going to be here real soon. He’s worried sick about you.”

Jack was worried about you? You smile, and it’s painful, but you also feel a lot better. Jack will be there soon and he’s worried. Your Jack.

The pain is slowly increasing, and you feel like maybe you could sleep a little longer before Jack gets there. I mean you wouldn’t be missing anything.

“Y/n??” You hear a voice call, and it’s Jack. You’d know his deep voice anywhere.

“Jack.” You groan.

You hear the snapping of branches as someone runs to you. Large, warm hands start checking over your body. Jack’s hands. You’d know them anywhere too.

“What happened?” He asks, and you can hear how wrecked his voice is. You’ve never heard him so worried before. Usually when he checks on patients he has a forced calm to him, but now he sounds desperate and pained.

“Rain.” You mutter helpfully. “Cut leg.” You wince as his hand finds the wound.

“Head hurts.” You mumble. You’re tired again. This whole ordeal has honestly worn you out, and Jack was here now. Everything would be ok, because he would take care of you.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep on me.” He commands. “Don’t you dare.”

“Ok, Jack.” You say, but everything is already getting hazy and unfocused. “Love you.” You smile. Colors dance under your eyelids, and you let them sweep you off into the dark again.

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In your dream, your mother stands before you. She’s wearing the same familiar blue sweater and jeans that you remember.

“Mom?” You ask, tears in your eyes.

She smiles at you, and her eyes crinkle into lines at the corners. Her eyes sparkle as she looks at you. She envelops you into a hug, and you realize she still smells the same. She’s only been gone for two years now, but it feels like it’s been an eternity since you’ve seen her.

“Oh y/n.” She says, and softly lets your hair as you cry into her shoulder. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” You choke out, tears making your voice thick.

“You’ve been so brave, y/n. What you’ve been through... you’ve been so strong.” She smiles at you softly, and squeezes you.

Her words bring back memories. The island, the plane, leaving your ex, meeting Jack. Jack.

“Yes,” your mother says. “Jack is a lovely man. Every mother wants her daughter to bring home a doctor.” She teases.

“Am I dead?” You ask, suddenly fearful that you’ve left him.

Your mother looks at you softly. She shakes her head.

“Not yet. You can still pull through. Your doctor is giving death one hell of a fight. He’s not giving up on you anytime soon.” She smiles.

Of course he wouldn’t. Tears spring to your eyes as you think about Jack fighting for you, not giving up on you. You can’t leave him. You don’t want to leave him.

“Mom?” You ask. “I don’t want to die. Not yet.”

She pulls you into a hug, and laughs wetly. “Then you won’t.” She says.

“I love you.” You tell her. “I miss you everyday.”

“I love you too.” She says. Then she presses a kiss to your forehead, and everything dissolves.

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You’re awake, but you don’t open your eyes. Pain makes your limbs heavy and your brain sluggish as you try to make sense of everything. You finally crack one eye, and groan against the painfully bright light.

“Y/n?” Jack says, hope colors his tone.

“Jack?” You ask. You reach out your arm trying to find him, when he catches your hand. You feel him cradle it between his palms, and he places a lingering kiss to it.

“Oh my god.” He says, and you can tell from the emotion in his voice that he’s crying.

You pry your eyes open again, this time determined to keep them open. You blink several times, before your eyes adjust and you’re able to focus.

Jack stares at you, eyes glassy with tears cradling your hand to the side of his face. His brown eyes are warm, and he’s smiling in relief.

“Hi.” You tell him shyly. You can’t comprehend why he’s so emotional about you. Jack has taken devastating loses on this island, and you still haven’t seen him look as torn up as he does now.

“Hi.” He says back, and it feels like it means everything. Your heart stutters against the intensity of his gaze.

“What happened.” He asks you, softly. He lets one of his hands trace the side of your face, and then starts stroking your hair out of your eyes.

“I saw some ginger root, and I remembered my mother using ginger to help with aches and pains. I thought it could come in handy, but it took me longer to harvest it than I thought. I couldn’t out run the rain.” You say. It’s a little embarrassing, to admit it. You know how stupid it sounds in retrospect.

Jack shakes his head at you.

“Should’ve known.” He says, but he smiles instead of reprimands you. You know it’s probably only because he’s so relieved that he isn’t yelling at you.

“What can I say.” You mutter, leaning back into the cot. You can tell you’re in the Med tent.

“Are Charlie and Hurley ok?” You ask suddenly. Your memories are a blur, but you can remember their panicked voices.

Jack laughs a little, and you smile in response, glad to know he is ok enough to laugh.

“Yes. They thought you were dead.” He says, and then all the humor leaves his face. You regret ever bringing it up as you watch him debate with himself.

“I thought I was going to lose you.” He says. He has the same look on his face that he had when he told you the “angel hair pasta” story.

“Your leg was sliced up really bad. Deep too. I had no way of knowing how much blood you lost.” He says, eyes haunted. “Then your head wound. God, I had no way of knowing how bad that was, or if you had other internal injuries. Then you passed out on me, and you’ve been out ever since.”

“I’m sorry.” You say, and you realize that you’re crying. Jack’s pain has become yours and you’re so mad at yourself that you scared him so badly.

“No!” He says, and hurriedly wipes your tears away. “Don’t cry! It’s not your fault.”

“But it is. I was so stupid.”

Jack just shakes his head and continues brushing back you hair. He’s being so gentle with you, and it’s such a stark contrast from some of your wilder nights. The thought brings a blush to your cheeks.

“I had to bathe you.” Jack says out of nowhere, and he looks awkward as tells you. Like he’s asking for some sort of forgiveness. “I had to clean the wound, and you were unconscious and I didn’t trust anybody else...”

You start laughing and you can’t help yourself. He just looks so sweet asking you to forgive him for helping you.

“Jack, it’s not like it isn’t anything you haven’t seen before.” You say, and your voice lowers a bit.

The air is suddenly charged with electricity as you two lock eyes. Your heart starts beating quickly again, and you wonder if Jack can tell.

“You told me you loved me.” He whispers.

Your blush, horrified. If you could, you would go back in time and finish the job the rain started.

“Jack, I’m so sorry.” You say. You knew you’d find a way to mess this up eventually. You couldn’t bear to lose him now.

“Did you mean it?” He asks. You search his face for any sign of disgust, but he only looks curious. You can’t lie to him, and you find that somewhere deep down you don’t want to.

“Yes.” You say. “But I was never going to say anything, I never meant to make it weird or-”

“Y/n.” Jack says, and he gives you a glowing look. He looks so happy, and your heart thumps painfully against your ribs.

“I love you too.” He says quietly. “I’m sorry it took all of this for me to admit it to you. I- well it was never just sex for me either, you know. It was always about you.”

“Me too.” You whisper quietly. Then you start laughing again. This time jack joins in, and the two of you laugh for a long time.

Jack looks at you like you’re his world, and then he kisses you gently. It is a much sweeter kiss than any you’ve ever shared with him, and it makes your whole body feel fuzzy and light.

Jack pulls away and you whine at the loss of contact.

“Jack!” You cry. He looks positively boyish like this. Young and happy.

“You’re injured.” He teases. “What kind of doctor would I be if I didn’t force you to heal properly.”

“You’re such a tease!” You pout.

He kisses you again, and laughs.

“You love me.” He sings.

“I do.” You can’t stop saying it enough. You pat the space behind you in the cot and give him your widest eyes. “Come join me?” Jack rolls his eyes, but comes to join you in the cot.

He takes care to wrap himself gently around you without disturbing your injuries. Content, you sink into the warmth of his embrace.

“You know, technically I did come back in one piece. And you told me you’d make it worth my while....” you trail off, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

“Not. Until. You’re. Healed!” He throws a hand up into the air. “I swear you’re going to kill me.” He says shaking his head.

Smiling, you think about your mother and the fact that you had almost died. It may be cheesy, but it was certainly true. Any second with Jack was more than worth your time.

A/n: I hope you enjoyed reading this! I write for a lot of fandoms and my requests are open if there’s something you want to read. You can find all my other work under the tag slythergirlimagines!

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harrystyleswatermelon-sugar · 4 years

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The Wedding

I was on my way to the wedding; we all were invited to. Kate wasn’t a close friend of mine, but she invited me nevertheless. I met her a few years ago on Louis birthday party, she was his best friends’ fiancée and we met on several events afterwards. I like her, she is a sweetheart and I am flattered that she invited me.

The boys and I aren’t as close as we were during their last tour. I was their press agent and was nearly 24/7 around them. I know their quirks and habits, but I wouldn’t go as far, as saying we are friends. Occasionally we meet at events or one of them texts me and asks me how I am doing, but that’s rare. Nevertheless, I like all of them, especially because we are in the same age range and they were so much fun to work with. A handful, but always fun.

As I arrive by the venue, I get a little nervous, I haven’t seen the boys in so long. Maybe they don’t even remember me. I bet Harry does, though. We had a little something going on back in the days. He was really handsome and such a gentleman, we always tip toed around each other and when the last stop in Sheffield arrived and we all knew, they were going to be on an indefinite hiatus, we hit it off for three nights. It was unbelievable, I never met a man who could make me feel so good. He was the best in bed, I ever had.

And, to be honest, I couldn’t quite forget him. Now, nearly five years later, the boys all are successful solo artists and I was still hopelessly in love with the tall, dark haired musician. I don’t know, if the other band members were aware of our little fling, but honestly, I don’t even really care. I tug at my dress right before I enter the venue. Kate and her fiancée chose to get married in a small cathedral just outside of London.

I look at myself as I pass a full body mirror and decide to reapply my lipstick. I chose a berry lipstick, which goes really well with the colour of my dress. I step closer to the mirror and check my eye makeup, which I kept really natural. As I smudge the line of my lips with my fingers, so it won´t look too exact I hear someone saying my name behind me. I spot Niall in the mirror and turn around.

“Hey, how have you been, Y/N?” he asks, smiles widely at me and grabs me for a very tight, Irish hug. He smells like fresh linen and some cologne. Really good actually.

“Niall, good to see you. I´ve been great and you too, as I saw” I smile back at him, as he is holding me at my hips, to look at me.

“You look absolutely fabulous. I am so happy to see you, have you already seen one of the others?” he asks and I shake my head.

“No, but I just arrived. Maybe they are inside already” I suggest and he offers me his arm. I hook mine into his and let him walk me where the wedding will take place.

It is not hard to spot Harry amongst the people. He is one of the taller ones and I guess, where he is, is the rest of One Direction. We join them and Louis hugs me like an old friend.

“I was hoping, you would be here too. We really need to catch up” he says and I nod in agreement.

“I´d love that, Louis. Congratulations on becoming a dad…to both of you” I say to him and Liam.

“Thank you, honey” Liam says and hugs me too. Then they greet Niall and immediately I am confronted with Harry. He´s cut his long locks, I saw it in the news, but seeing now right in front of me…it is so weird.

“Hello, love. You look beautiful, stunning as always”, he smirks at me and as soon, as my eyes meet his green orbs, I know that this won´t be an easy evening. It won´t be easy to stay away from him and not to fall heavily in love with this man all over again. He looks so mature, his hair is not anymore short, but neither long. It has a soft wave and he looks just gorgeous in his beige suit, with the tanned skin.

“Thank you, Harry. You look very handsome yourself” I reply quietly and smile at him. He returns the smile, still holding me by my hands. His green eyes wander over my face and my body and I am flushed by memories.

Flashback

“You were great, all of you. I got a good video for your accounts, just gonna edit it real fast. We´ll meet at the hotel” I say right before I leave the boys in their dressing room.

At the hotel, I start editing the video I did. It will be one of their last ones. As I am nearly finished, I hear a knock on my door and get up. I have already changed into my PJs and ask through the door:

“Who is it?” I hear a familiar husky voice answering

“Me” I sigh and open the door just a little bit.

“What is it, Harry?” I say and look at him. His hair is still damp from the shower, he just took. His eyes are piercing and I can´t tell what it is, but he seems a bit different.

“Can I come in? I really need to speak to you” he requests from me and I roll my eyes at him. I am not really annoyed, more nervous. We were teasing each other for weeks, trying to stay away from another and yet always looking out, where the other one was. The butterflies in my stomach flutter heavily and I open the door more, for him to come in.

“Nice PJs” he says and I snort as a response. Really, he comes here late at night and tries to make fun of my favourite PJs? He walks past me and flops himself on the couch. I have absolutely no clue, what he could want.

“So?” I ask and cross my arms in front of my chest, mostly because I have no bra on. He takes a deep breath and looks at me.

“Only two shows left, right? After that we will probably won´t see each other again, right?” he asks and I nod. What was this man up to? He gets up and comes closer, his eyes not leaving mine.

“Well…since we are equally attracted to each other…we should take this last chance, we have” he says quietly and I look him in the eyes. Is he joking? Is he not?

“Wait…what? You serious?” I ask breathless and he nods.

“Positive, I don’t know what it is about you, but you drive me crazy. I want you; I really do and I am not going to do nothing and regret it later…do you?” he grabs my hips and pushes me against the door behind me. Oh. My. God. I can see every speckle in his green eyes, the light stubble on his cheeks and I can smell his shower gel, he just used.

“No…no I don’t” I answer and crash my lips on his. The kiss is steamy and wild, our tongues fight lovingly against each other and we just break it shortly, to get rid of our shirts. Right after that, he is all over me with his hands and lips and I don’t complain. Who would ever complain to be touched by Harry freaking Styles?

Present

“You okay? You seem a bit…distracted” he asks me and smiles knowingly. I feel my palms getting sweaty and pull my hands out of his. Embarrassing.

“Yeah, I´m fine” I answer and turn around, just to face Niall grinning at us.

“What?” I ask, but he shakes his head.

“Nothing, come on. Let´s find our seats” Louis says and gets us out of this weird situation. I am very thankful and he smiley at me. Knowing, that this was going to be a bit uncomfortable.

We eventually find some free chairs and sit down. My place is between Liam and Harry, he was quite clever and managed to get the chair beside me. I can´t focus on this ceremony with him so near. I smell his cologne and I can feel his touch. His complete side is pressed against mine and I literally have trouble breathing. My heart is still racing and hammering against my chest and I try to keep my hands steady.

After the ceremony we congratulate the newlyweds and then move further onto the tables, where we eat and drink and party. I look around me and I am in awe, everything is beautifully decorated with flowers, white curtains and some balloons. Near the dance floor is a small band and I can spot the buffet right at the other side of the room. All the tables are round and nicely decorated. I really hope, we all sit together, but I don’t know where she would have put us instead. Especially me. I know no one except from the boys.

We ask one of the waiters at the door, where our seats are and he shows us, after we named him our names. We do sit together.

Harry sits across from me, I can´t really see him through the flower bouquet on the table, but I am not mad at that. His gaze would have been too distracting and nerve-wracking. I sit between Niall and Louis and they have one laugh after another, when they make silent jokes about the speeches, which are held.

After dinner, when the newlyweds are going to have their first dance, we all gather around the dance floor. It is rather emotional and I try to not shed a tear, as they look each other in the eyes, hold onto one another tight and are all lovey-dovey and smiley. I try to inconspicuous wipe away a tear, but I notice that the boys all see it.

I am nearly 30 and I have still not managed to find the one…honestly, I haven’t had a date, since I was with Harry. I just fell so hard for him during these three nights with stolen kisses and great sex, cuddles and a lot of laughter, that no one could touch my heart. No one did it like him, I am ruined for life. But it was worth it.

As they both finally kiss and everybody cheers, I smile happily for those two love birds.

“Everything alright, love?” Harry asks right next to my ear and I nod. I am not going to tell him, what I just thought, no way. He would laugh at me. Seriously.

“All unwedded women, gather please!” Kate shouts enthusiastically and I hide behind Niall. I don’t want to be there.

“Come on, you have to” Louis says and pushes me into the group of excited women and I frown. Great. I try to stand at the very end of those women and look like I don’t belong here. Well actually I really don’t belong here. Of course, her bouquet flies directly in my direction and as the women run to catch it, I step aside. Another young lady catches it finally and I let my breath out, shooting Louis a very angry look but he just smirks and winks at me. Idiot.

We sit together for hours, talking and laughing until Harry gets up and as I can see, he is a little bit tipsy.

“Can I have this dance?” he asks me and holds his hand nearly in my face. I look at him, unsure what to say. Ultimately my plan to stay away from him had worked, up to this point. I wasn’t expecting him to request a dance from me.

“Eh…yeah, sure” I answer shakily and get up. I grab his hand and he leads me to the dance floor. I can hear Louis sighing and hear him say:

“Finally, thought he would never make a move…” I look back at my friends and see them discussing, but as Harry pulls me closer, my attention is fully with him.

“Thanks for not letting me down” he says and smiles at me. He is quite a good dancer and I can feel his hand on my naked back, as he touches me lightly. He is so tall and handsome as hell, as Taylor Swift already said in her song.

“Sure, no problem…so how have you been?” I ask him and try to not be too nervous. He shrugs his shoulders.

“Really good, wrote two albums, made a film, I´m in a good place” he answers and I nod.

“Heard about the last album, it was full of sadness…I was a bit concerned about you, being not in a good place” I confess and look up into his green eyes.

“No worries, I am really good. Had a breakup to go through but I´m fine and happy now” I nod and look away. See? He doesn’t need me, he is happy. He had relationships.

“How..?” his voice is not too loud, I can´t properly hear him over the loud music.

“Sorry, what?” I say louder and he laughs, leads me outside the dance floor. I breathe deeply, enjoying the fresh air in my lungs.

“I asked and how about you?” he repeats his question as we walk a small path into the night.

“Oh, I´m good. I work for a small company in PR and love my job. It allows me to be at home more often” I answer and see him nodding his head. He tugs his hands in his pockets and stops suddenly.

“And…love?” his eyes search for mine, but I am very eager to not look at him. This time I shrug my shoulders at him.

“No one” I answer and leave it open if I mean at the moment or since we last met.

“I miss you; I miss us…” he says and I finally look at him. He seems sincere, but I mean can he really mean it? We weren’t really together, just for a couple of hours for three nights.

“Really? I mean…You can have pretty much anyone on this planet” I answer laughing, to hide my nervousness. He steps closer and takes my hands in his. Hopefully he doesn’t feel me trembling.

“Really. I have never felt anything else in my life, as when we were together for those three nights. Those were the best hours I ever had with a woman and I really would like to see…if we stand a chance in this crazy world. Together…if you want” he confesses and I can feel, that his palms get sweaty. I can see his pulsating vein on his neck and how he bites his bottom lip. I can´t believe it, he really feels the same as me? That’s insane.

“I´d very much like that. Trying…seems good to me. I couldn’t let anyone else near me…I compared them with you all the time and every single man lost…I am absolutely in love with you, Harry. Just to be clear” I finally confess and it feels so good. To finally say it and be free of this secret. He beams at me and now cups both my cheeks in his hands.

“And I am in love with you, didn’t want to scare you off. I think we are made for each other” he says and then he presses his warm, tender lips against mine. I put my arms around his strong shoulders and press my body against his. The kiss is full of desire and as I get on my tiptoes, he hugs me tighter and lifts me up. I laugh breathless and look into his beautiful eyes, caressing his cheek with my hand.

I am his and he is mine and maybe, we finally have found our match made in heaven. If we had talked years ago, we maybe would have figured this out but maybe we were just too scared, I don’t know. As I look into his eyes now, I am sure this is everything I was looking for my whole life. This is love.

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Thank you for reading and all the likes on my last Imagine. Means a lot to me. I hope you like this one, too.

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returningwriter · 4 years

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Forever By Her Side

The final part of my By Her Side series of stories, the previous part being Suiting Up For Her but this can be read as a stand alone piece of superCorp wedding fluff if you like. As always enjoy!

Lena fiddled with her bouquet of white roses as Ruby, standing in front of her, half-turned and gave her the thumbs up. The teen had jumped at the chance to be her brides’ maid along with Sam, of course, and glancing to her side she received a kind smile from J’onn who was fixing the black bowtie of his tuxedo.

“Ready for this?” he asked her in that deep and soothing voice, and she could only nod because she was worried that if she started speaking now, she might cry.

It had been two years since that day in the DEO hospital room when she’d learned that Supergirl was her Kara. One year since Kara showed up at L-Corp in that damn blue three-piece suit with a nervous expression on her flawless face and fogged up glasses. 12 months and fifty-eight minutes since Kara Zor-El had gotten down on one knee and presented her with a modest diamond ring on a reporter’s salary. Nine months since they’d started planning for this day, and now roughly ninety seconds until she’d walk down the aisle and marry her blonde reporter slash superhero.

“Break a leg,” Ruby whispered mischievously when the doors swung open and the music started playing. Here comes the bride, dressed all in white, escorted by a Martian space-dad and wearing a simple floor-length white dress, with bare shoulders and the shape of the House of El crest on the middle of her breast, and with a garland of white flowers in her raven-black hair.

They were getting married in a small country church outside of Midvale, but the small venue was packed to the rafters with their friends and family. Both sides of the aisle were filled with smiling faces sitting on slightly uncomfortable wooden pews, people she’d met over the last two years, and come to think of as her friends. Barry flashed her an enthusiastic thumbs up which made her laugh especially when Iris slapped him for doing it.

Glancing up at the altar she saw Kara, her Kara, with her blonde hair cut short for the occasion and held up in a tight bun. The statuesque blonde was wearing a fitted and pressed black tuxedo that showed off her broad shoulders and narrow waist via a blue cummerbund, but the blonde was pulling nervously at the collar of her starched white shirt and if she’d worn glasses those would have, no doubt, been fogged up.

The blonde’s sister, also decked out in a black tux, was rubbing her back and whispering words of encouragement. Or knowing Alex Olsen-Danvers it was more along the lines of something like last chance to fly away now. Filling out the ‘groom’s party’ was Kate Kane, grinning from ear to ear at the sight of her best friend being a bundle of nerves, while dressed in a punky looking black suit.

The master of ceremonies that was overseeing this unorthodox wedding was Brainiac himself, or as she called him, Dox, with Nia beaming proudly at her man from the first row of pews. Taking her place with a smile at the flower-strewn altar under white draped silks hanging from the beams in the ceiling she handed Ruby her bouquet. Turning to face her wife to be, she saw that Kara had a House of El crest pin on the lapel of her black tuxedo jacket. She was after all not only marrying Kara Danvers, but also Kara Zor-El, the one and only Supergirl!

“Wow!” the blonde mouthed at her and she allowed herself to blush in front of other people for maybe the first time in her life.

“Thank you,” she mouthed back as Dox cleared his throat and Kara stood up a bit straighter as Kate rolled her eyes.

Kate Kane didn’t believe in marriage, but the Batwoman of Gotham had become one of their closest friends through the years. Even though there had been a bit of jealousy on her part at the start, she’d come to see that the dark-haired woman was honorable, brave and she couldn’t wish for a better best friend for Kara, aside from herself of course.

“Dearly beloved, friends, family and assorted allies of questionable character,” Dox said formally and the crew of the Waverider cheered at that last part.

The poor man had worked on that line for days, Nia had told her in confidence last night when they had shared a glass of wine together in her hotel room while Kara had been secluded with Alex and Kate at the sisters’ childhood home. With tradition dictating that the ‘groom’ was not allowed to see her before the wedding.

“We are gathered here today to join these two…” Dox went on but was interrupted by a shout from the gathered attendants.

“Idiots!” Sara Lance shouted from the right side of the aisle only to be shushed down by Ava.

“These two amazing women in a union of mind and spirit,” Dox went on without missing a beat.

“Now, on Kara’s request I will keep this short,” he then said with a sly smile, and Kara looked like she was about to vibrate out of sight because the poor blonde girl was visibly wracked with nerves. Kara could face down monsters and demons, gods and alien conquerors without blinking, but this moment clearly set her nerves racing.

“Lena, as they say, ladies first,” he said and motioned for her to recite the vows she’d spent the past two months writing and rewriting.

“Kara, my Kara,” she started, and right away Kara’s blue eyes were glistening with tears as a few of the attendants gave various oohs and aaws.

“When I met you, you saw the light in me, you saw past the name, past the bravado and saw the girl hiding behind my walls who only wanted to be loved,” she went on and the church had gone quiet.

“You’ve been my hero, my rock, my darling, and it would take me a thousand lifetimes to fully thank you for what you’ve done for me,” she said softly and paused to take a quick breath for effect. All those lessons learned from doing public speaking as CEO of L-Corp coming in handy.

“When you proposed to me, looking so nervous with your glasses fogging up, you said please,” she laughed at the memory of Kara down on one knee and she would never forget those simple words. Lena Kieran Luthor, you are the most amazing being I’ve ever met, and will you marry me, please?

“Now let me say please, will you please be my wife for forever and a day, and in turn, I promise to have your children and to stand by your side against whatever may come?” she asked and looked into Kara’s glistening blue eyes and the blonde was silently nodding.

“Kara, would you like a moment?” Dox asked but the blonde firmly shook her head and squared her broad shoulders and pulled at the cuffs of her shirt.

“Lena, you are the smartest woman on the planet, yet for some reason, you’re choosing me, so I guess I must be doing something right!” Kara joked in that strong voice of hers and a ripple of laughter went through the gathered crowd.

“Every day I wake up and when I see your face I think how even the sun is humbled by your brightness and beauty. You are my everything and the reason I fight,” the blonde went on and her strong voice carried through the church.

“People call me a hero, but they don't know that you are my hero. You build me up when I’m down, you encourage me to fly higher and you are the giant whose shoulders I stand on,” Kara said and that strong voice rang like a bell in the small church as it was her turn to have her eyes water with unspilled tears. This girl was incredible!

“When I look towards the future, it’s a future with you, it’s always been with you, and now you’ll be stuck with me as we move towards a new dawn. Together we can not only dream of a better tomorrow but make it a reality. Because together we are invincible!” the blonde finished and you could hear a pin drop in the church as the butterflies were swarming in her stomach.

“Someone was putting that Pulitzer to good use,” Dox observed dryly and motioned for Kate to bring the rings.

The short-haired hero padded down her suit theatrically before finding the two golden bands in an inside pocket on her jacket and with a wink handing them to Dox. First, he handed her Kara's ring, a slightly wider and more rugged-looking one for her heroic wife to be.

“Lena, repeat after me,” he said and she nodded, unable to look away from Kara’s beaming face.

“I, Lena Kieran Luthor,” he said formally, and she placed the ring at the tip of Kara’s finger just like they'd rehearsed it.

“I… Lena Kieran Luthor,” she started but her voice caught in her throat before she repeated the line and felt weak at the knees. This was really happening! In a few short sentences, she was going to be Lena Kieran Zor-El .

“Take you, Kara Zor-El, as my wife and partner,” Dox said and she pushed the ring halfway up Kara’s finger.

“Take you, Kara Zor-El, as my wife and partner,” she giggled at that and for some reason, she felt lightheaded.

“Before this gathering of friends and family and in the eyes of Rao,” he declared, and she nodded.

“Before this gathering of friends and family and in the eyes of Rao,” she repeated firmly with all the love and conviction in her being and pushed the ring all the way down on the blonde’s finger. Stuck with me now darling, she thought to herself.

“Kara, can you please repeat after me?” Dox asked while handing the blonde a ring and Kara nodded like an eager puppy.

“I, Kara Zor-El,” he said again just as formally and Kara with a shaking hand placed the thin golden band at the tip of her finger almost touching a manicured red nail.

“I, Kara Zor-El,” Kara said with a huge smile on her face no doubt from using her real name in front of so many people.

“Take you, Lena Kieran Luthor, as my wife and partner,” Dox repeated and she felt Kara’s warmth as the blonde pushed the ring halfway down her finger.

“Take you, Lena Kieran Luthor, as my wife and partner,” the blonde said with such conviction and steel in her voice that again it rang like a bell through the church.

“Before this gathering of friends and family and in the eyes of Rao,” he said again, and Kara’s million-megawatt smile was out in full force.

“Oooh, you betcha! I mean, before this gathering of friends and family and in the eyes of Rao,” the blonde hero blurted out before laughing and pushing the ring fully onto her finger, sealing the deal.

“Since I doubt anyone has the reproductive organs of sufficient fortitude to object to this union, I now declare you joined as partners before Rao and this assembly, you may kiss!” Dox declared and in a rare display of open emotion he raised his arms triumphantly up over his head in celebration as a cheer went up in the church.

Kara wasted no time, grabbing her and pulling her close so their noses bumped against each other which made them both giggle like a pair of schoolgirls. This was real! They were married and now came the fun part!

“Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for the Zor-Els!” Alex shouted with her fist in the air and the cheers grew even louder as their friends and family rose to their feet, clapping, whistling, and hollering as they celebrated with them. With a few of them thinking that, yes, the two dorks at managed to do it!

“Stuck with me now,” the blonde whispered, and before she could reply with something clever, she was being dipped down and kissed hard on the lips. Pawing at Kara’s strong arms before burying her fingers in the blonde’s short hair she kissed her back as their friends and family cheered them on.

“Ready to face the rest of our lives together Mrs. Zor-El?” Kara asked when she let her up for air again with her red lipstick smeared across both their lips.

“Of course! I’ll go anywhere with you!” she laughed, as Kara took her hand in hers and she squeezed it.

“Let’s run towards it then!” the blonde declared excitedly to which she nodded with a huge grin while gathering up the front of her dress so she wouldn’t trip over it.

Then, laughing together, they raced down the aisle into the sunshine beaming down outside the church as their friends shrugged before they race after them. Forever by her side, who would have thought when this all started that she would get to spend forever by her Kara’s side!

The End

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tessiepessie · 6 years

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All I ever wanted was the world

Read it now on AO3 !!

Thanks to @wordshakerofgallifrey for be so kind <3 and to @anastasiaheadcanons because after sending that ask I decided to write the story.

First things firts

When Kate left her apartament five minutes later than in a normal day, she had to run to catch the bus. At her fast steps, she didn’t see the old lady carrying a basket with fruits who was opening her store. The basket fell, rolling on the floor, and leaving a mess of apples that stopped the steps of those who were running to their jobs, and Casey’s mom told him that a good man was one who always helped his neighbor if he had the chance. That’s why he had to stop and help old Livia from the store, but he couldn't catch the last sneaky apple which ran into the street and scared a weak young cyclist who stopped so quickly that jumped from the bike and crashed into a taxi whose driver didn't see the red light because of the man with a cellphone in his hand who kept asking him for directions to the nearby library.

“Someone call an ambulance please!”

People gathered around the young man on the ground who was blinking quickly trying to keep himself conscious. The blue of the sky was hidden behind curious eyes that moved and lips that formed words, but he could not decipher what they said to him. He would be late for his classes, maybe he had to take the bus, did he have to take an exam today? So many questions and he was so tired… Maybe he should close his eyes for a minute.

The blurry faces in front of the man in the floor, went slowly into dark and the last thing he heard was someone asking for his name and the sound of an ambulance.

…

“Okay pretty ladies, get ready quickly. We have rehearsal!”

Lily clapped her hands fast, chasing the girls who, with total laziness, took their bags and walked to the camerino. The only one that was ready was Anya, with her white tutu and ribbon in her hair, she got nothing to envy to the Broadway stars. She was on stage warming-up while the cast was getting ready. So professional, Lily wished that the rest of the cast were like her, always on time and the first ready to perform. Most of the people who performed here did it as a hobby, so they didn't really try hard to make it the best show of their lives.

Seemed like that rehearsal would be a long one. She should take her vacation while she still could, Or sell the theater. Or drink a shot of vodka. Whatever works.

“Anya, why are you wearing your costume?” “I want to get used to moving in it… and I look pretty” This girl… “Okay… Everyone take positions! we start in five!”

Working in a community production was not the big dream that Anastasia had when she was five and decide that one day her name would be in some Broadway production, but at least she was doing what she loved. Even if most of the audience was made up of seniors at the matineé.

And of course, this wouldn’t be permanent. Someday she would be in Broadway oh! she could be in Wicked! or maybe in a new and exciting show. She would wait for her moment. Even if it took ten or twenty years.

Just one shitty production at a time.

…

These 24-hour shifts would be the death of him. His thoughts were not coherent by the end of his shift, and he was pretty sure he'd been staring at the wall of the break room for the past ten minutes without blinking. Dmitry wondered how much longer he could live on a diet of coffee and Red Bull before he had a heart attack. It probably wasn't healthy, but he was a nurse, not a nutritionist.

Just a few hours more and he would be sleeping at his comfy bed till the world collapses (lies, just till Vlad came to make him eat something else than sugar).

“Do you have plans for this Friday?” he needed to talk, or he would fall asleep right then and there. “My sister has a presentation with her company. We are all going to see her as a family to support her penniless career.” Maria was melted on the futon, they started the shift together so she probably was as tired as he was. No judging. “At least she does what she loves” “Hey! I love my job too, but I love sleep more”

Being friends with Maria was easy, even when she came from a crazy rich family that paid for her college tuition and he would be in endless debt for most of his life. Still, they had the same age and they started their internship at ER together. After a few weeks, they spent most of their spare time at the cafeteria sharing experience of the moody doctors and funny stories of the patients. Maria was a breath of fresh air in this shitty work and he couldn’t ask for a best partner.

They were friends.

Kind of.

They don’t usually hang out on their days off why would they? they probably see each other more than they see their families. He didn’t know where her apartment was and he knew a few thing about her family, like she had a bunch of siblings, and she wanted an insane numbers of children. But she was the only one who was friendly with him and didn't make fun of him for being a nurse, and sometimes, they go for a drink when the day was especially awful.

“Come on. I'll get you a Snickers. I need sugar”

Dmitry and Maria were halfway to the cafeteria when the stretcher came in through the emergency door. There goes my food.

Running fast, they caught up with the paramedics. Apparently, a taxi didn’t see the red light. The patient was young. They didn’t know his name yet, and even though the impact wasn't that big, he wasn't waking up.

“He's my brother!” Maria said, almost screaming. “He is hemophilic!”

She was pale and she looked like she would faint in any moment. She was frightened, and of course she was. If her brother didn’t get medical attention quickly, he could die.

Her hands were shaking when Dmitry took her away and led her to an empty room.

“Blood type Maria?” “AB, he is AB.. How did this happen to him?” she looked like she would cry in seconds and right then, he didn’t have time to deal with tears. “Call your family. I’ll be with him. You can’t deal with this in your condition. He is going to be okay, trust me.”

But honestly, he was not sure.

…

On Friday they had their first show, but most of the dancers were stumbling and the lead girl forgot her lines constantly. This was a disaster, why was she even trying?

Lily wanted to scream.

Oh, but she knows why she was doing this, but who cares (she cares). Also, they already had the cast, and the scenery was ready. They sent all of the invitations to the important people and she pulled a few strings, so with a bit of luck, the press would be here, she can’t cancel now. This would be a joke but a joke that she would be proud of, yeah… right.

“Okay okay. Everyone, we are going to have a brief recess, and then we are going to try this again.”

Anastasia’s cellphone had five missed calls when she took it. Maria usually didn’t call when she had shift. That’s weird. And she knew that she had rehearsal today. Weird, weird, weird.

“Hey Lil’s….” but her godmother was at phone looking very pale. What’s going on? “Sweetheart, we have to leave. Now. Go for your stuff, no time to change clothes.”

Her phone started ringing again. It was Olga. Weirder.

She didn’t say “hi” which was unusual because Olgas was the politest person alive, maybe Tatiana could fight the crown. She didn’t say hi, but the words that she heard made her blood cold. It was something about and an accident and Alexei, and honestly, she didn’t care for the rest.

She was running out of the theater before the call ended.

…

Maria’s coffee was cold and her tears were dry now. The surgery started an hour ago and Dmitry didn’t say anything yet. She knew that this took time, but still. IIt was her baby brother in the OR, she couldn't just relax.

The only thing that stopped her to run into the surgery was Olga holding her hand. She had a rosary in her closed fist over her heart. She was praying, just like her mother used to do it. Maria stopped believing in god long time ago, but she found the prayers relaxing. It makes her feel safe and maybe, He was listening.

Lily and Anastasia came together. Her sister was still in her costume and hurried to hug her while Lily stood awkwardly, looking at the people in the waiting room. At least Anya wasn’t crying. She always was stronger than her.

“What happened Mashka?”

What happened? What happened was a stupid driver didn't see the red light, even though red was a pretty obvious color that everyone knew meant stop. What happened was, for ABC reasons, Alexei got scared for an apple... yes, an apple, and he jumped from his bike because obviously that was his only option and he ended up cashing with the taxi. That's what happened. And now he was in surgery.

Half an hour ago, Dmitry ran by with two bags of blood into the OR. He didn’t say a word to her.

Anya didn’t sit with Maria, Olga and Lily. She just walked in the alley. Sometimes on her tiptoes, sometimes not. She’s still wearing her ballet shoes. If she just sat there, everything would be more real and and this can’t be real. She hated hospitals since Alexei born. Most of his childhood was between white walls and the smelt of antiseptic, this can’t be happening again.

But the last time that they came to an hospital was when she had seventeen and that ended with everyone wearing black. Hospitals were only bad news. She didn’t know how Maria could work here.

She didn’t know how they can stay here and just sit until someone br them news.

Lily could use a drink now. Damned hospital with their damned sober policy, and she couldn’t leave either. What kind of ruthless woman would leave these poor children alone? They may not be family by blood, but she had watched them grow. No, Lily could be an alcoholic-ish and moody woman, but she wasn’t ruthless.

She had never been good at dealing with people who were suffering, what could she do? Pat them on their backs? Maybe she could offer to go for coffee or something to eat if the surgery took longer, but for now it was enough to sit next to them and wait.

Still, the damned surgery looks like would never end.

Till it ended.

Maria was the first to get in her feet and rushed to Dmitry, who looked tired but at least he was smiling and yes, he may be an asshole sometimes, but he wouldn’t dare to be an asshole in this situation.

Anastasia hold Maria’s hand tightly and Olga put a hand on her shoulder. They waited for her to make a move, but it wasn’t necessary because exhausted Dmitry was getting anxious and couldn’t wait for her to speak

“I told you he would be fine.” Maria and her sisters felt how suddenly they could breathe again. “Yes, he could have needed blood, but wasn’t too much, it was more for precaution. He had an hemorrhage but the doctors worked quickly so it wasn’t much the damage. I guess, the doctor would be more clear. Now, if you excuse me, I need to move him to his room...” Suddenly, Dmitry looked perplexed to Anastasia for the first time, and then to Maria. “Why does she look like a doll?”

Anya at her side made a little snort while she stand straight crossing her arms over her chest. She looked proud and taller than she really is… Is she up on her toes?

“Because I was in rehearsals, and why do you care?”

Dmitry smiled and Anya mimicked his smile while Maria thought Jesus Christ.

“Come on,” Maria hurried him, taking his arm. “I will help you with Alexei,” she said rolling her eyes. ...

Alexei opened her eyes in a bright white room and felt a bit dizzy. His head hurted a lot and that was the only part of his body that he could actually feel. Everything else was numb and he was thirsty.

He felt like a car crushed him… Wait.

Oh, the apple. Yes. He remembered now. This would be a funny story in the future, but he is pretty sure that he is in trouble now.

His family is going to kill him. Maybe he should back to sleep.

“Look who is awake.”

Or maybe not.

There’s a young man beside his bed. He is smiling even when when he looked like he didn’t slept in days. Maybe he should sleep.

“Who are you?” The guy helped him into a sitting position and wow, now everything hurts and then, approached him a glass of water. Nice guy, Alexei already liked him.

“I’m Dmitry, your nurse” “Nurse? where’s the pretty blond? there’s always a pretty blond nurse in the movies.” “First of all, the only pretty blond that I know is your sister, gross. Second, we are in 2018, men can be nurses, so... let it go.”

Shit, he is in Maria’s hospital. Whatever was the reason she wasn’t here, he knows that at any moment his family will come in the door. For a 21-year-old man, Alexei was a bit scared of his sisters.

“Maria is out there?” “Yes, with an old lady who looked pissed and your sisters.” “Do they look mad?” “Nah, your sisters are just worried. They are talking with the doctor, so they should be here in no time.”

The first came in was Anastasia. She slap his forehead knowing that Olga would scold her (and she did it). Then Olga kissed his face like she did it when he was a child and Lily squeezed his cheeks. Yes, they were just worried, but that didn't stop them from asking questions or Anya from mocking him because seriously Alexei, you gave us the scare of our life just for an apple? such an idiot.

In a corner, Maria was talking with Dmitry. She couldn’t be more grateful to him, seriously. He acted with total professionalism and took good care of her brother when she was a crying mess. Another person probably would scream at her and she would hardly be able to pull herself together, but he was patient and let her be with her family. He was such a good friend. He even offered to stay a few more hours taking care of Alexei while she went to her house to shower and sleep for a couple of hours until she returned to the next day's shift.

She would think of something to return the favor.

“Why you didn’t tell me that your little sister was a prettier version of you?”

Hell no. Not on her watch.

“Because it’s information that shouldn't interest you.”

“Why?!” Dmitry sounded offended.

“Trust me, you are not her type. Actually, she has a really shitty taste in men and you are… you.”

“But I’m a good guy, I could be an improvement in her love choices.”

Seriously… what a day.

“Give me a break. I’m going to finish a few things before I left. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

It wasn’t a no, but a maybe. Still, he probably didn’t have a chance with her sister.

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When the Present is the Past: Carina Round Talks the World of Puscifer and Existential Reckoning

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As the colossal disaster that is 2020 starts to wind down, frantic members of the public gather in socially distanced huddled masses, lined up to place their vote in the U.S. election as they stand under shadowy fears of doubt and uncertainty. Yet, these final months of this confusing time have a steady pipeline of great new music to help quell those worries and take our minds to a more peaceful plane of existence.

One of these treasures about to hit the market is the new album from the musical collective started by Tool’s Maynard James Keenan; Puscifer. Though originally devised more as a solo project for Keenan with a rotating cast of musicians to help pave the way, in recent years, Puscifer has become more of a trio powerhouse at its core, with Mat Mitchell and Carina Round solidifying the line-up of talented songwriters.

With the release of the new record, Existential Reckoning, on Oct. 30 and a livestream of a special performance of the album from famed prototype city of Arcosanti in Arizona; we spoke with Carina Round about releasing music in this strange time and what her time with Puscifer has meant to her musical journey.

Beyond the lyrical content, would you consider Existential Reckoning a concept album?

Not really, I think it doesn’t really start out like that… it’s just stemming from the sonic bed that Mat [Mitchell] put down at the very beginning. All the ideas and the characters and the stories are kind of inspired by that. So, it’s less of a concept album and more just an album that develops naturally based on the seeds that were planted early on.

People are already talking about and will continue to talk about how timely this record is, but unless you’re rushing to make something like Borat 2 in a few months, all of this starts years in advance. With that being the case, has the album taken on a new meaning for you, now that it is coming out in our current climate?

Yeah, I think one thing that Maynard does–and without talking about the lyrics too much because he never talks about it so it would be remiss for me to do that but–I think he has a way of writing these lyrics and making the stories without laying it all out too clearly. He leaves enough room for the listener to to add their own point of view and make their own story.

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But while the music has been written for like five years before; whatever he manages synthesizing is just, taking it from the world around to him, I guess. So when it came out.. this is what it came out, into.

You know, there’s no escaping this stuff. It’s in your everyday life especially if you own a smartphone and you ever want to do anything on it, there’s just no way of actually getting something done without being assaulted by the political world right now or, just the polarization of social media and…I don’t even want to get into it. But yeah, I think it’s hard to escape.

I mean that’s the thing though,even though the world is more polarized than ever before and it is becoming more outrageous; these are the kind of things we’ve been dealing with all the time, just on a new level.

It’s funny, I just watched The Candidate with Robert Redford like two weeks ago, and it was just, kind of the same thing. I was amazed. It just makes me realize that it’s always been the same. It’s just that right now we have a magnifying glass, with the sun coming through the glass and burning us up, because we’re all a little tiny ants…just wondering what the story is.

So, jumping back into the music…obviously anything you write is yours. But does the music carry a different weight for you when you first joined Puscifer to make music–for lack of a better term–as a hired gun, compared to now, where Puscifer has become more of the trio of you, Mat, and Maynard?

Personally for me, it does. I mean my first audition– if you want to call it that–was a humbling river. I was basically just stuck in a room with Mat, while Maynard was doing something with the winery, he was in some weird mood…and it was just basically saying, “Here, do something with what you hear in this.” So it was very clear from the beginning that my sensibility was what I was there for. I wasn’t just being–I’m not just a voice that they can tell to sing something because my voice sounds different to theirs.

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It was, “Oh, you’re here because of what you do. You’re here because of the sounds you create and the ideas that you have and the things that you do.” So that was, that was clear from the beginning that nobody was really trying to control my, my input.

But as the years passed, I think my place within the sphere became more apparent, and I think that my confidence within the sphere built-up, and it just magically emerged into this…alchemy, really. So it does feel different that I was involved a lot earlier on with this record and had a lot more to do with how the songs were formed in terms of my stuff being on there earlier, and decisions being based on the stuff that I had done. It feels different, but it’s not a million miles away.

Do you find that your solo work has been influenced by what you do with Puscifer, or vice/versa?

I think I am. Before I started to work with Puscifer, I found it a more torturous experience for me to write solo. I’m distilling it down a bit for the sake of an interview…but I used to think of it like that old cliche of, “the artist is tortured,” and you wait for the inspiration to hit. It didn’t always feel like a fun, joyous experience making music, even though I do experience extreme joy and relief when I am writing, myself.

But with these people, it’s like you fucking show up, and you work, and that part of the process…being present is what brings your sub-conscious to the forefront, lets you access that area of your brain. Which in turn, lets your creativity flow. Then you get into that mindspace which in a sense feels like you’re disappearing; which is realistically, where I think all creators want to be when they’re in the middle of creating something. It’s taught me a lot. I think it does inform my own creative process, for sure.

Do you find that you’re also contributing elsewhere in the projects? Earlier you spoke about Mat laying down ideas and characters. Do you have input there, or in regards to what the live experience with who these characters are and how they’re presented?

I don’t really have input in the overall live show. I give my ideas, but the crux of it is created by Mat and Maynard’s ideas, and Mat putting it into practice and making it happen. Technically, he’s a genius. For the most part, my ideas are just entertained [laughter] and if something sticks, it sticks.

With the livestream coming up of your performance at Arcosanti; should fans expect something even more outrageous than what they’ve become accustomed to from the live Puscifer experience?

Yeah, I think so. I think what most Puscifer fans have learned over the years is to expect the unexpected…and then don’t expect that, either.

The reason we chose Arcosanti was because it’s a mysterious and interesting place. It’s out in the middle of the hostile, Arizona desert. It feels like these concrete buildings just mushroomed up in the middle of the desert, and it’s beautiful. It feels a bit like you woke up on Mars or something. You’re in a sci-fi movie and instead of doing the show in a venue, or a theater, or some kind of sterile environment; we chose to do it in a place that would add another dimension to the already multi-dimensional, and mysterious music.

Then on top of that, we have the set. The set-up that Mat came up with and the team we have doing all this stuff, are just brilliant. So yeah, it is going to be special.

It must have also been nice to be able to perform in some capacity.

It’s great to sing and perform music, but there’s no audience as it was right in the middle of the pandemic…as we still are, of course. It was a very different environment to playing live, but it did give you a taste of what it is going to be like to play live again. It did make me nostalgic for that.

Well, for when you do have shows again, I think you guys should add in a cover of Peter Gabriel’s, “No Self Control.” It fits in perfectly with this album.

I love that song. Kate Bush actually sings backing vocals on that.

…oh yes, and when she comes in, it’s so ridiculously amazing.

That kind of backing vocal, that kind of…turn of phrase…that audible turn of phrase for a song like that; that’s what I’m aiming for, shit like that.

I was listening to the album earlier and The Underwhelming was on, and it’s not like they sound exactly alike, but it reminded me of it, and I immediately had to put on No Self Control right after.

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History Repeats Itself Chapter Five // Liam Dunbar x OC

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"Of course your still the team captain. You got your grades up like coach told you right?" Stiles turned to Scott, Grace walking between the two as they made their way towards the lacrosse field. Grace fought back a yawn, realizing just how stupid she had been in staying up till 2 in the morning with Stiles, scouring over the bestiary and police reports the night before. With the surprise return of her aunt Kate and the break in at the Hale vault, they had been busy looking over every report, every page in the bestiary and online archives trying to make sense of everything.

Scott nodded his head, sighing a little unsure. "Yeah but he never told me I was back on the team. He just told me to show up at tryouts today."

Stiles waved him off as the trio stopped. "We got bigger things to deal with. Have you heard back from your uncle yet on the whole resurrected sister thing?" Stiles turned his attention to Grace who just shrugged.

"All I've been getting are his voicemails, time difference and reception make it kind of hard but I left him a message about it." She said as Stiles stared at her, a look of perplexation on his face.

"You told him his sister Kate came back from the dead over a voice message?" Stiles said as Scott jumped in. "I texted him. Don't exactly have the money to call France and all."

"Maybe he got the message and he's on his way back that's why he's not calling." Grace explained, fixing her beanie as Stiles sighed.

"What the hell are we even doing here anyway? We have like 117 million problems and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them." Both Grace and Scott's attention were drawn behind Stiles towards the field, Grace with a smile and Scott with a worried expression.

"It is now." Was all Scott said before Stiles joined them in starring at the center of the field. Liam was stood in goal, lacrosse stick gripped tightly as both Garret and Josh lobbed lacrosse balls at his direction. Not one of them made it past him, Liam moving fluidly and almost graceful as he caught each and everyone of them. Grace couldn't help but feel a small flutter of pride, watching as he stopped before pulling his face guard away. She could hear Stiles muttered confirmation that they indeed needed to practice before scurrying away.

Grace made her way over to the bleachers, taking a seat and pulling out her phone. Seeing that there was no new text or missed call from her uncle, she slipped it back into her pocket before she felt a presence beside her.

"Hey beautiful." Blushing at the compliment, Grace turned to her side were Liam was seated, a grin spreading over his face. She noticed the thin sheen of sweat coating his brow but other than that he didn't seem out of breath at all.

"Hey Li. You looked good out there. Guess your ready for tryouts today then?" He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, throwing his arm around her shoulders.

"I guess. Although it would be great if you could be there for the tryouts. You know, a bit of added luck and all." He said, pulling her a bit closer.

Grace bit her lip, bringing her finger up to her chin as she pretended to ponder. "Hmmm I don't know I mean you did say you were good so you probably don't need me there." She gave him a teasing grin, laughing a bit as she felt him press his lips lightly to hers. It was their first kiss since the initial one and was just as good if not better. Moving her lips against his, she felt his hand move up, gently cupping her cheek, his thumb ghosting softly over jaw.

They jumped back when a loud bang rattled the bench, quickly looking to see a lacrosse ball laying down beside Liam. Turning to the field, she directed her glare towards Scott and Stiles, the lacrosse stick slung over Scotts shoulder, a shit eating grin etched on Stiles face as he waved over. "Sorry, guess we're a bit rusty." She could see Scott trying not to laugh as she glared.

"How are you friends with them again?" Liam said, turning back to her as he undid some of his lacrosse pads, stuffing them into his bag.

"Long story really but they're my best friends…even though I want to throttle them at times." She muttered, throwing a death glare at the two boys, both of whom quickly averted their eyes.

"I'm going to head to the locker room and take a quick shower before classes start but I'll see you in econ." Leaning in and pecking her cheek, he stood, grabbing his bag before heading towards the locker room.

"Think she's mad at-OWW!" Stiles quickly turned, clutching his head as he noticed the same lacrosse ball Scott at chucked at the two lip locked teens.

"Maybe just a bit." Scott stated, watching the youngest Argent head out towards the school.

"Oh my god he kissed you! And then you kissed again today? I'm so proud of you." Grace chuckled as she stuffed her books into her locker before closing it shut.

"Alright Ella before you start planning my wedding just relax a bit. We just kissed, we didn't profess our undying love for one another." The two made their way out of the school and towards the field, a few other students already sitting out around the bleachers to watch the tryouts.

"But this is great. I mean you guys are so cute together. This totally means you're going out, right?" Ella questioned as they climbed up and took a seat next to Kira and Malia, the latter's head buried in her text book, red highlighter clutched in her hand.

"Are you talking about Liam?" Kira said as turned to Grace, leaning against what Grace could assume was one of Scotts extra lacrosse sticks.

"Yes. Their date went fabulous and he kissed her. Plus, they kissed this morning." Ella supplied, Kira smiling at Grace.

"Well we haven't really talked about it but…" Grace didn't finish the sentence. Yeah, they had kissed and she liked Liam but were they now a couple? Was he her boyfriend? Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a shrill whistle, Coach Finstocks loud voice shouting out instructions to the gathered students on the field. Her eyes found Liam, seeing him front and center, his face etched in pure determination.

The next hour passed quickly, and Grace was completely torn. On one hand she was ecstatic for Liam. There was no doubt in her mind he wouldn't be on first line this season. On the other, she felt bad for Scott. Stiles she knew wasn't really the best out on the field (why he was still on the team was still a shock to her) but to see Scott struggling as much as he did, especially with how hard he had worked to get to first line was a little disheartening.

"Isn't the captain supposed to be one of the best players on the team? Or good?" Kira had questioned, her feelings mirroring Graces.

"Normally he is. Maybe it's just an off day?" Ella said, trying to shed some hope for her friend as Grace sighed.

"Well he picked the wrong day to have one." Grace said quietly, watching the way Scotts face dropped, Stiles right beside him, no doubt trying to lift his spirits.

Whatever they had talked about must have worked because as soon as he and Stiles were up first for two on one defense, something shifted. Grace smiled, watching as they worked together, defending the goal and not letting anyone pass. She had cheered a bit louder when they had sent Garret on his ass. Since meeting him and Violet, there had been something off about him. Violet had seemed nice, a bit closed off but it was Garret that had given Grace an uneasy feeling.

Grace bit her lip anxiously when she saw Liam up next. She clasped her hands together, her knee bouncing slightly in nerves as coach blew his whistle. Liam rushed towards the two, quickly side-stepping Stiles and maneuvering around Scott, easily making it past the goal.

"I'm not sure if I should cheer or cry." Grace said, looking over at Kira and Ella who gave her sympathetic smiles.

"That was luck!" The three turned to Malia as she stood, shouting over towards Finstock as he turned to regard her. "Do over!"

Waving his hands dismissively, he rolled his eyes. "Sweetheart, there's no do overs. This is practice."

"Ten bucks on Scott and Stiles." Malia challenged, the coach quickly nodding hid head. "I'll take that action." Turning back to the field, he instructed Liam back to the starting point.

"Malia why did you do that?" Grace asked, confused by the werecoyotes actions as she shrugged.

"What? They were sucking so hopefully they won't suck a second time." She had said it as if it were the most obvious reason on the planet. Grace could sometimes forget just how blunt she was. Turning she watched as Liam rushed forward, again easily side-stepping stiles who flailed before falling to the ground. But this time Scott was ready.

A sharp gasp left the students watching as Liam's body flipped in the air, the moment behind Scotts rush sending him over before he fell to the ground, a sharp yell leaving his lips when he made contact. Grace quickly stood from the bleachers, moving down and towards the group of players. She had seen the impact he had made on his leg, and the sight of Scott and Stiles helping him stand did not sit well with Grace.

"Liam! Oh my god are you ok?" She knew it was a stupid question but she really didn't have anything else in her mind at that moment. Looking over, Liam gave her a weak grin, trying to mask the pain but she could still see it plainly.

"I'm fine, don't Grace." He said before Scott and Stiles were helping him off the field and towards the school, more than likely taking him to the nurses.

For what felt like the millionth time that night, Grace found herself glancing at her phone screen. It had been nearly two hours since her and Stiles had gotten back from the hospital and she had still not heard back from either Liam or Scott. She had told Scott to text her if he had heard any news since he had said he would stay until Liam's prognosis was back. Liam had also promised to text her but at the time he had still been in a rut. She saw how much it was killing him, waiting as he starred at his injured ankle. She knew that a small part of him was blaming Scott for what had happened but he did not voice those thoughts to her.

She had finally given up and reached for her phone to text one or the both of them, when the guest room door burst open. "We got a situation come on." That was all Stiles said before rushing down the stairs, hearing him on the phone with his dad. Quickly standing, she pulled her shoes on, throwing on a sweatshirt before following Stiles, her mind racing.

"Stiles what the hell do you mean situation?" She questioned as she hurried out the door, Stiles already situated in the driver's seat of the Jeep, kicking it into gear as she hopped in the passengers side.

I just got a call from Scott. You know that kid that was brought in. You know the only survivor from the family murdering axe murderer. Well Lydia showed up at the house and led Parrish to a meat locker full of dead human bodies." At Graces shocked expression Stiles continued, pulling out of the driveway and speeding down the road. "Turns out the Walcotts were wendigos, you know shapeshifting cannibals. Sean killed the deputy outside his room and went after Melissa before Scott intervened. He didn't go into much detail but the same killer came and killed Sean but…something happened with Liam." At the mention of Liam, Grace froze.

"With Liam? What does that mean? Is he ok?" Her mind suddenly went to every possible scenario, each worse than the one before.

"Scott said he's alive but he didn't go into much detail, told me he would explain everything when we got to his house." Stiles pressed his foot on the gas a bit harder, trying to get to Scotts as quickly as he could. Grace starred out the window, her mouth numb as she bit the inside of it, desperately trying not to keep it together.

It felt like hours before they were finally pulling up to the McCall house. The Jeep wasn't fully in park before Grace was tearing out of the car and up the steps, Stiles hot on her heals. Before either one of them could knock, the door was wrenched open, Scott standing before them, panic and worry filling his eyes as he let them in.

"Did you stall your dad?" he asked, quickly ushering them in and closing the door behind them.

"Like I said I told my dad everything I could." Stiles said as they moved into the living room and towards the stairs. Grace quickly looked around the room, noting that Liam was nowhere to be seen. Scott stopped abruptly, turning to look at Stiles. "But you didn't tell him about Liam?"

"Is he ok? Where is he?" she quickly asked, watching Scott turn to her, a look of guilt flashing across his face.

"Sort of. He's upstairs….lying down." Before either she or Stiles would ask him to elaborate, Scott was already half way up the stairs. They followed him towards his room, a faint thumping hitting their ears the closer they got. Moving into his bedroom and towards the bathroom, Graces anxiety was skyrocketing at an alarming rate.

"Jesus Scott just tell us what…" she immediately shut up, her eyes widening as Scott pulled back the shower curtain. The three teens all starred at the bathtub, where a terrified Liam laid, his body wrapped in duct tape, another strip pulled tight across his mouth. His eyes darted between the three, muffled pleas escaping his lips as they just stood their starring.

"Scott…what the hell happened?"

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Scruff's Top 5 (Firehouse, Luverne Middle School, Broersma Wedding)

This week I continued my residency at the Firehouse, entertained the up and coming generation with some tunes in Luverne, and had the honor of playing for Kate and Darren on their special day. It's crazy to think that this time last year the only events that I really had was the occasional school event or bar. I can say that I'll probably be quite busy right up to the end of the year. With each upcoming event I look forward to the challenges of keeping up with the music and keeping the bodies on the dance floor. This week was no different, it had it's challenges, rewards, and lessons as usual. Thursday night is birthday night at the Firehouse, as I continue my weekly residency there I have come to notice the trend in music that most people want to listen to. Every once and a while you get the occasional random request but for the most part it's business as usual. I play the top 100 tracks on billboard throwing in a few remixes to test out and keep things rather upbeat for the most part. This Thursday I had a few more twerking, booty shaking requests made, not an issue with most of today's artists focusing their #1 hits on club movement. I play some tracks by Megan Thee Stallion, Cardi B, Tory Lanez, and some old school T-pain to quench the appetite. Other tracks played that night included : Ariana Grande, Lizzo, and some Snoop Dogg. I always have fun playing at the Firehouse, I get introduced to many new tracks and artists while also making connections that might lead to weddings and other private events. Friday I made my way to Luverne, Mn for a middle school dance. Now usually I don't enjoy doing dances for that young of an age, not because they don't deserve the best entrainment that they can get, but because of the amount of slow dances you have to play lol. I know what it's like being a pre teen finally getting the chance to have a party at school, a slow dance with a pretty girl, and hanging out with your friends. As a DJ it does draw out the event a little bit, but you play and smile regardless because the kids are having fun. This dance was no different, except for the fact that I had to deny the kids half of the music they were asking for because it wasn't appropriate for school grounds. I understand the times have changed and I usually don't have a problem playing tracks that are heard on the radio, but if a song is suggesting lots of sexual behavior, or drug usage I have to draw a line. Not because the administration would have a problem, or the fact that half the song can't be heard in the clean edits, but because the music is influential. My job is to use the influences of music to dictate the mood of the dance floor. I can't have a clean conscience knowing that what I played could potentially lead kids to doing mischievous things. Now I would hope that the kids asked for these songs just because of airtime and because the artist is popular, not because they readily identify with the lyrics per say. I just can't support it in a school setting, especially at that young of an age. Besides the music request the kids had a great time, I played a lot of group dances and kept the party going with all genres of music. I had some requests for Rock, old school country, pop and of course snowball dances. I must have had to play at least 3 slow dances within the first hour. At the end of the night the kids wanted me to play some more, and the staff said they would be delighted to have me return. This is what I call a successful evening. Saturday I made my way to Prairie Winds for my first wedding of the season there. I feel like it was a tad bit late, but it's always good to work with the staff in Orange City. The wedding was for Kate and Darren Broersma. The lovely couple and their families had a night of fun and games planned, and I was there to help it all come to light. The evening started off with uncle Mark introducing the wedding party, he had a lot of fun joking on each member and keeping things nice and light. Kate and Darren dismissing tables for dinner, they wanted to serve their guest since they all came out to support them in their union. After all the tables were dismissed and the the newlyweds finally got the chance to sit and eat uncle Mark hosted everyone in a game of Family Feud. It was fun watching everyone guess on information about the couple and where they are from. After some great speeches and photos, we got down to the special dances and open floor. I started things off country, after gathering some information from the bridal party I knew that would be the perfect way to kick things off. I played a lot of the 90's country hits by artists such as: Alan Jackson, Josh Turner, Big and Rich, and of course Garth Brooks. The hits didn't stop there though, a lot of the hot wedding tracks were played as well. I had to get in the Cupid Shuffle,Wobble, Y.M.C.A., Shout and Mony Mony. I had a great time partying with these guys, it took a while for the dance to really get hyped but once it did there was no turning back.

Crab Rave - Noisestorm

Espan - Carlos Sanchez, DJ Ray

House Way - Remniqe

Rock 'N Roll - Bali Bandits

Rock It - Teig

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