#like hi man ive found you in th- stop freaking out. ive found you in the desert bleeding to death ur fine now tho.

[gil-notskajla]

[OC] related to helrobu: running gig where new people enter his silly little hideout/chambers for the first time only to stumble upon bodies upon bodies upon bodies and freaking out

[gayspock]

ok the undiscovered country! i actually dont know much at all about this one but i hear people like it

knowing gene died like 2 days after seeing this.... the killer is at large, seriously...

in tthe credits and ive paused like 2 times btw. anyway its so strange thinking that walter koenig is like an older gent now. i think chekov, no matter how old he is, is like a little cunt to me

GOD GEORGE TAKEI HAS SUCH A GOOD FUCKING VOICE. its beyond crazy. also great to see sulu in the captains chair... as he freaking deserves

woahhh hey rand.... hope youre well grace lee whitney rest peacefully my love

points its that big fuck off red bridge in america

hi spock bestie (kicks legs) lets hear your little speech

also admiral (?) cartwright isnt that the same actor as siskos dad hi dude waves friendily

kirk: ☝️🤨 me? spock: i have personally vouched for you kirk: 🤨you 🤨 have 🤨 personally 🤨 vouched? ☝️🤨 for me?

will the girls be fighting ...

okay i know i did joke and jest: however, to summarise i didnt find star trek v nearly as egregious as people said it was. ultimately i found it had its funny moments and was a bit of a mess but i had my fun. itd be wrong to say its a ~good~ movie but frankly the way people went on about it you'd think it was some utter disgrace

all that being said: seeing kirk now, even in this opening scene, speak with conviction against the klingons is refreshing as hell after it. like- shatner super obviously did write tff . you can tell with how kirk is just kind of there doing insane shit and saying heroic crap throughout the movie. literally every obstacle is solved with him doing something ridiculous to save the day. its funny as hell BUT now its like ok now we have an actual character back with us god bless, god speed

speaking of i do like the choice to have him oppose this so vehemently for that reason + addressing the more difficult issue of the klingons since, well... as seen in the LAST movie they just sort of laugh them off. LOL

ALSO THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING. YEESH

oh so you remembered you have a son, kirk , now that its actually relevant

also can we be nice to valeris. can everyone be nice to valeris

OUGHHH SPOCK IN HIS VULCAN ROBES. also god i really am so fucking happy when they do vulcan philosophy & spock like this. its all i want, man

WARRIOR ADMIRATION.

valeris said #stop #racism.

and so they raise their points.... did they not raise their points?

again ugh not to be a spock girlie but something something the isolation the arbitrary measures by which we judge each other, the cultural differences in klingons vs humans how much different are the differences in humans vs vulcans how readily will they be to reject us at the end of the day something something theyre my o nly family and yet they bristle and they reject the things fundamental to Me and-

now what is occurring...

btw i have coffee cake yum yum

also did they take out their gravity something on the klingon ship. BECAUSE THATS ANOTHER THING I WANT TO SAY ABOUT SCI FI, YOU KNOW... so miserable that they have the gits always tethered to the ground . i insist we need to turn the gravity off more . i dont care if the budget doesnt allow for it

THAT BLOOD EFFECT. SLAY

oh my god rheyre servingggg in this movie arent they

th... the BLOOD I-

SORRY

I WONT MAKE THAT JOKE AGAIN

ALSO LOL SORRY AGAIN I SHOULDNT WATCH THESE BACK TO BACK - ITS HARD NOT TO COMPARE - BUT GOD THE SETUP FOR THIS ONE IS JUST SO FREAKING GOOD IN COMPARISON. SO UTTERLY DELICIOUS

OH MY GOSH HI SAREK

yaaayy lets kill kirk

okay chang with your little sultry side eye t the camera

I LOVE HOW THEY ALL HATE HIS ASS

WALK INTO A ROOM AND JUST HAVE PEOPLE CHANTING BECAUSE THEY HATE YOUR FUCKING ASS

FUCKA YOU KIRK

HI GRANDADDY WORF ... HELP. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

THIS IS SO GOOD LAWYER WORF SAID OBJECTTTIONNNNN MY CLIENT IS JUST A BABYGIRLLLLL COME ON GUYS

theyre sending my girls to prison oh my godddddd...

OKAY COME ON BESTIE SPOCK WE CAN CARRY THIS SHIT OCME ON BABY GIRL

kirk ....

dont be so hostile this is your new best friend ki-

holy guacamole...

THE THING ABOUT STAR TREK IS THEY WILL JUST PUT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BREATHTAKING WOMAN ONSCREEN AND ACT LIKE IT ISNT EVEN A BIG DEAL

SPEAKING OF. i'll be so mad if valeris is the assassin. i MEAN I WOTN BE. but i will be. ugh. no respect for women ever in the world. but it feels too obvious and i dont just mean like... in terms of needing a good twist like i dont minddd that but frown sad face... im just sad a cool vulcan girlie might get the short end of the stick so i ddo hope if it is her its a good reveal / good reasoning to make up for it. you know what i mean? i'd be sad if she was JUST brought in for that singular purpose AND/OR if this is something to do with... reasonably affected persons due to the discrimination getting into some extremist shit like get a better twist and try different avenues of conversation for discussing the nuances of that even if you do want to talk abt the darker side of what oppression leads to within minority groups like theres 10 million different points of discussion and you so strangely choose the same one every time and when people contest that its "lacking nuance" even though this seesaw is so terribly unablaced but whatever its also nothing

terribly ironic of me to go on that ramble in the las tliveblog post about managing expectations LOL HELP ........ SILLY GOOSE . either way im super jumping the gun here

THE JUMPCUT OF "KIRK SHOULD BE PLOTTING HIS ESCAPE" AND THEN ITS STRAIGHT TO KIRK GETTING HIS HEAD KICKED IN THATS SO FUNNY FUCK OFF HELP

RUSSIAN EPIC. OF CINDARELLA.

martia slays so hard

also this whole translating thing is so funny god bless youse

OH HELL YEAH WE'RE TWO KIRKSING IT UP. SO CLASSIC TOS.

I CANT BELIEVE I KISSED YOU / MUST HAVE BEEN YOUR LIFE LONG AMBITION THATS SO SICKENINGLHY WILLIAM SHATNER I FELT ILL

THEYRE JUST ROLLING ABOUT ARENT THEY HEY THATSOSFUNNY

"THEY WERE ABOUT TO EXPLAIN THRE WHOLE THING!" OKAY THATS FUNNT I'LL GIVEE YOU THAT. BYE BITCHES

GODDDD DAAAMMITTTTTT

I KNEWWW IT VALERIS... BABE I DONT BELIEVE IT I KNOW YOURE INNOCENT

SPOCK..... PLEASE CALM DOWN

OKAY fucking hell well at least its.. BUT SIGH GOD I MEAN ITS SORT OF OBVIOUS WHEN YOU INTRODUCE A NEW MAIN GIRLIE IN THE LAST MOVIE BUT NONETHELESS. RIP VALERIS AND FUCKING HELL THE VULCAN MIND MELD ... GIRLLLLIEEEE NAURR

i also had to pause mid scene here to go do other shit help WHICH ISNT THE BEST TIME TO PAUSE AND COME BACK BUT

NO STOP MIND MELDING WITH HER GIRL DONT DO THIS ...

also anyways as i was saying im glad it wasnt... yeah you know but nonetheless SIGH. sooo sad ugh i liked her can we not just get a SPECIAL LITTLE FUCKING GIRL. punches wall. saavik i miss you too, i want you back toooooo saavik

"ive been dead before :/" SLAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

THIS IS SO FUNNY . THEY LOVE BREAKING REGULATIONS. GUYS. ALL YOU GUYS EVER SDO IS BREAK REGULATIONS

spock... babygirl- kirk leave his shit alone .

yay for mistakes yay for admitting our mistakes

oh my god....... sguyss...

"outlived our usefulness" spock you're kind of in your 40s right now if anything lets all be real here youve got some legs left in you its kirk thats one foot in the grave god bless his soul

warrior to warrior... so real

if theres something abut a star trek man its that he'll fucking spout shakespeare whenever the fuck he wants no damn context either hes just going bababaabab

surgery on a torpedo . so good

arREST YOURSELF GET THEIR ASSES

SCOTTY YOU'VE KILLED A MAN

sisko's dad has been up to no good

okay hell yeah kirk speech lets go

hi again sulu . i like how hes just been chilling off on his own sh-

okay no stop th

stop it dont say it like that im going to get weepy and im suddenly remembering why i put all of this off for so long again decomissioned i'll kill myself i really will i'll fucking kill myself RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW

YEAH GO TO HELL

FUCKING TELL THEMSPOCK GOD IM GOING TO WAIL

BONES IS TRYING TO RETIRE THOUGH I WILL POINT THAT OUT

OH my god ... oh my go dddd noo no no no stop the final curise fuck off STOP IT I'M GOING TO THROW UP I'LL KKILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU STOP IT

THERES NO WAY

ME: IF I JUST DONT WATCH IT FOR TWO YEARS IT WONT EVER HAPPEN

AND IT JSUT HAPPENED AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH RGHGHH GGODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD OH MY GOD THE SIGNATURES THATS SO .... STOPPPP STOP IT I'LL CRY

no im terribly pathetic i am i will tell you that much

god I HAVE TO STOP NOW

SO LONG FOLKS

[superman86to99]

imagine ive only ever real one 80s-90s superman comic (this is true) what exactly is the deal with lions-mane lex luthor? why does he have hair? why is he dating kara of all people? what is going on. i found an image of him today and when using reverse image search found your blog. please help i don't know why he has an entire mane and a maybe-20-at-most girlfriend

Do you want the long version or the short version? Because either way I’m giving you the long version, sorry.

*cracks knuckles*

Okay, so when John Byrne rebooted Superman in 1986, he established that baby Kal-El’s Kryptonian spaceship had a chunk of kryptonite lodged into it -- in The Man of Steel #1, teenage Clark Kent gets sick when he gets near the ship for the first time (since he came out of it, I mean) because of the kryptonite, not due to the shock of learning he’s an alien or because he had a big plate of chili earlier or something. We also see that a mysterious figure is creeping on young Clark and his Earth dad as they visit the spot where the ship is hidden:

Later, in The Man of Steel #4, we’re introduced to Lex Luthor for the first time and he has (some) red hair on his head, but he’s pretty much the same “older businessman who hates Superman” character you’re probably familiar with, unless your only exposure to the Superman franchise is through Dawn of Justice, in which case I’m so sorry. Anyway, in The Man of Steel #6 (the end of Superman’s new origin), Superman realizes that someone has stolen his baby spaceship -- it turns out that leaving advanced alien tech laying around in the middle of a field in Kansas isn’t such a good idea after all. The next month in the all-new Superman #1, we find out that the thief was the same mysterious figure who’s been stalking Superman since he was young -- it’s a crazy scientist who spent years tracking down the spaceship after it landed on Earth, finally found it, and used the kryptonite on it to build a radioactive-meteor-powered Terminator called Metallo. Metallo kicks Superman’s ass in this issue (because, again, kryptonite), but just when he’s about to kill him, someone conveniently kidnaps him.

In Superman #2 we find out that the kidnapper was a jealous (and by now completely bald) Lex Luthor, because he wanted to kill Superman himself, and also steal the kryptonite while at it. In fact, Luthor is such a big fan of kryptonite that he makes himself a fancy kryptonite ring and goads Superman with it.

After all, it’s just a radioactive rock from outer space; what’s the worst that could happen? We find out a year later in Action Comics #600, when Luthor discovers he has cancer due to wearing that ring all day and has to have his hand amputated and replaced with a robot one. But that wasn’t enough to stop the cancer -- by Action Comics #660 in 1990, the disease has spread to Luthor’s entire body and he only has a few months to live. So, one day, Luthor says “fuck it,” gets on a supersonic jet plane, crashes it on some mountains, and dies.

...OR DOES HE?

Over the next few months, LexCorp’s lawyers discover that Luthor left everything to a secret son he’s got stashed away somewhere, so they start looking for him. Meanwhile, because LexCorp is freaking everywhere in Metropolis and Luthor’s henchmen suck at running the company, the whole city falls into an economic depression. Just when the city is at its lowest point, with a huge blackout and riots and even the Daily Planet about to go broke, Luthor’s secret heir shows up in Action Comics #671, and it turns out he’s sexy, long-haired, and Australian.

Lex Jr. fixes the company’s (and thus Metropolis’) problems and quickly becomes a hero to the city. And for a while there, it actually looked like the kid was on the up and up. Meanwhile, Supergirl comes back after a long absence, but she’s not the “Superman’s cousin” Supergirl you know, she’s... a whole other can of worms I will gladly explain in another long-ass post if anyone asks, because that’s what I was put on this planet to do. What’s important is that this Supergirl was created by an alternate dimension Luthor who was also good and sexy (but not Australian), so when she meets Lex Jr. in 1992′s Action Comics #676, she gets a little Electra thing going and instantly falls in love with him. Seriously, they start making out like five seconds after meeting.

But, plot twist: Luthor’s son wasn’t good, or Luthor’s son. Because they...

Action Comics #678 reveals the years-long con: turns out Luthor faked his death in that plane crash and hired a disgraced cloning specialist (from another looooong storyline) to make him a new, cancer-free body under his exact specifications. Yes, he specifically asked for thick hair, and thick who knows what else. He even planned Metropolis’ economic crisis to set up his “son” as the city’s savior and steal some public love from Superman. The one thing he didn’t plan was for a Supergirl whose main kink is “Lex Luthor but good” to fall on his lap; that was just a happy accident.

And that’s why in some comics Lex Luthor has long red hair and is dating Supergirl, who isn’t actually a teenager in this version... she’s like two years old, and made of goo, so it’s even grosser. Ugh, fine, here’s a tl;dr: Lex was dying of radioactive poisoning for wearing kryptonite bling so he cloned himself a younger body, faked his own death, pretended to be his hair-having non-evil son, and hooked up with a Supergirl from another universe who happened to love hair-having non-evil Luthors.

Lex Jr.’s storyline actually continued until Action Comics #700, and we’re about to make a post about #694, so keep an eye on the blog to find out what happened to the character! (Or just check Wikipedia, but we’d prefer if you read the blog.) (And also checked out our humble Patreon!)

[harveywritings92]

Batboys Scenario 1: secret model girlfriend. 2/2

They get you back!

Warning Jason and Tim’s scenarios contain mature situations so if that makes you uncomfortable in anyway skip them.

Dick Grayson: it had been six weeks since the whole S/n incident and Dick was wreck, he gotten rid of his posters and the magazines because every time he looked at them he'd see Y/n crying would cause him to feel angry and ashamed of himself.

 and if that wasn't enough to add insult to injury he's hearing rumors that Y/n [S/n] had gotten back together with her ex boyfriend.

 A beefcake model named Arden Silva apparently there were pictures of them both together... But Dick never bothered checking to see if it was true, it made his chest hurt thinking that she'd moved on from him so quickly...

While in reality Y/n wasn't dating Arden far from it actually; early in their careers he came out to her, and she pretended to date him to keep his family from finding out he was gay; till he was ready to come out publicly about it. They 'Broke up." after he met his boyfriend Daryl and both were kind enough to let her stay with them, until she could figure out what to do and where to go from here...

The last thing she wanted was to run into Dick he tried contacting her, but she blocked him; every night consisted of her getting drunk crying over him or being dragged to some wishy-washy party by Arden which of course caused rumors of them rekindling their relationship. 

No, doubt Dick had heard about it. the mere thought made Y/n wanted to pick up the phone tell him wasn't true...But it hurt hearing how he really felt about her; it did a real blow on her self-worth made wonder how other friends saw her.

Kori of course told her it didn't matter if she were S/n or not; Y/n was Y/n and she was beautiful and the kindest person the alien was happy to call her friend not matter what! Hell even Damian who was usually cold towards Y/n told her that there's more to her then just a pretty face and Grayson is a fool for not seeing it, She was touched by that she really was but it still stung.

"Hey guys, I'm going for a walk." she called out to Arden and Daryl who were cuddling on the couch looked up at her concerned. "Are sure that's a good Idea?" Daryl asked having born and raised in Gotham he knew that was a very bad life choice especially at this time of night, After some debate Y/n sighed "Yeah, I'll up on the roof..." The blond man nodded and tossed her the key to elevator.

"Be Careful." the H/c nodded and made her way up to the roof for some air the h/c shuddered as she stepped out of the elevator she should've brought a jacket. Y/n hugged herself as she wandered around the pool area staring up at the sky when someone came up behind her "Y/n-" the h/c yelped and fell backwards into the pool.

Y/n couldn't swim so naturally she freaked as she started to sink, till pair of hands grabbed her by the arms and pulled her out. The h/c wheezed and coughed out water whilst trying to breathe, all while who ever was up on the roof with her rubbed shoulders and apologized.

 when she could finally get air into her lungs Y/n looked up to see who the mystery person was, and was befuddled to see Nightwing looking down at her concerned. Her brows furrowed over why Bludhaven's resident hero was doing in Gotham, and what could he possibly want with her? 

It didn't take long for Y/n to find herself under a pile of towels and the glow of a patio heater as Nightwing cut to the chase and said he was a friend of Dick Grayson's, the H/c's mood dropped lower then her current body temperature.

 "Oh, I'm not special enough for him to come find me himself?" She hissed trying keep her voice leveled the hero tense as She said this, his lips formed thin line as he thought his words out carefully.

"It's not like th-"

"No, it's exactly like that! he made it abundantly clear! so, whatever lie or excuse he script you into saying? He can go shove it up his a-"

"He thought you were cheating!" Nightwing cut her off causing to Y/n to flinch then look at him confused. "What?" she spat obviously skeptical about this sudden revelation. As the masked man sighed frustrated he wanted nothing more then take her home and talk about this as Dick Grayson, but beggars can't be choosers.

"The date cancellations, the hush phone calls, the guy he saw kissing you while leaving ou- your apartment, after you told him you were at work? What does that look like to you?"

Nightwing chided as Y/n though this over...that look bad to anyone in Dick's shoes. "That man was Arden's boyfriend." she mumbled Nightwing's head whipped around to looked at her surprised *B-boyfriend? Arden is gay?...s-So she's not with him?!" as happy he was to hear that, they still solve this mess they gotten themselves into.

"And that made it okay to flirt S/n and say those things about me?" 

She croaked as Nightwing shook his head "No it didn't...Truth be told he's a real Dick and crappy detective for not putting it together." The raven haired hero chastised himself for missing how obvious it was. 

Y/n canceled a date because her editor says she has go France; S/n has a show in France! hell S/n even had the same freckles/birthmark on {spot} as Y/n and he was too caught up in the 'She's cheating' scenario to even notice.

as for why Dick said what he did? there was no excuse, he was hurt and just wanted to be mean and let Y/n hurt for betraying his trust. He regretted every goddamn word once Kori told him who he was talking to. 

"Look, just go home...Please? He misses you." Y/n started crying causing Nightwing to pull her into tight hug. "And trust me, he is very sorry for everything..." the hero said pulling away from her Y/n nodded and eventually left the roof, not fifteen minutes later Dick Grayson got a text his heart rattled nervously in his chest as he check his phone.

{Are you awake? I want come home.]

 [I'll be waiting..}

[I love you...}

{First ILY, Milestone and it's over text, way to make a girl blush.]

Dick snorted to himself as he put his Nightwing gear away hopefully one day he'll be able to tell her about his Stage name.  

[Warning attempted sexual assault! Skip is it make you uncomfortable!]

Jason Todd:  If someone ever told Jason Todd that his nerdy ex girlfriend turned out to be the hottest model in Gotham with a fan-base reaching international levels, he would laughed in their face and called them delusional.

 Well too bad the universe decided to make that scenario a reality, And delivered it to Jason via sloppy hay-maker to the nose! At first he didn't understand what had happened one second he's flirting with his idol! the next he's on the ground holding his bloody nose and gawking up at his sobbing girlfriend.

That was the last time he saw Y/n, she didn't come home that night or return any of his calls, She was still in Gotham or rather S/n was still Gotham he'd see articles on her shoots or see and interviews on TV... He tried getting Artemis to tell him where she went, but the Amazon gave him a dirty look and slammed her door in his face.

 leaving Jason to wallow in his anger and guilt, There he was Jason Todd: Red-Hood, former Robin trained by Batman to be a detective and he couldn't even figure out that his own girlfriend was the pin-up model!, he's such damn idiot! the signs were right there staring him in the face.

Cancelled plans, the e-mails,hushed phone calls, her being able to afford such a nice apartment despite being on a Librarian's salary,and the damn diets! Jason would always give Y/n crap for those back in high school because as he said.

"You don't need to go on a diet, you're a still growing teenage girl who's barely [y/weight] soaking wet and perfectly healthy." He chided before pushing a plate of Alfred's cookies towards her.

 then tried to coax her into telling him who said she was too fat/skinny, cause he was gonna see just how much they weighed after he shoves his boot up their ass! 

"T-two months ago, when you left me at the mall? there was this talent-" She was so close to telling him about her being S/n, but they were interrupted by Bruce calling Jason for a mission, Y/n let him go...

Jason smiled bitterly at the memory as he got ready for patrol, Currently Red-hood was staking out a shady modeling firm, that might be front a trafficking ring. Girls would go in... But never come out, he looked through the binoculars at the activity when he caught something out of the corner of his eye... 

A woman with a familiar mop of y/hc being dragged inside, Jason blood went cold it couldn't be Y/n, but he had to be sure! he silently infiltrated the building through an old service entrance, what he found in this building made made Jason sick.

Women and girls in cells they were filthy and hooked up to Iv's being pumped with drugs so they couldn't run and they all had prices tattooed to their arms. he checked around for any signs of the girl he was looking for.

 when he saw something small glittering on the floor. Red hood crouched down and felt his heart drop it was a necklace, Y/n's necklace! the one he gave her in high school before he died, she never takes it off.

Jason heard a door open and a man walked in and noticed the necklace on the floor, he crouched down and to look at it when the click of gun's safety going off caused him to tense, the man stared dead ahead as a modulated spoke up. "I'm not even gonna give ya a choice, where do they keep the new girls?" Red-hood snarled keeping his gun on the guy's head who was shaking.

"the basement, with the boss! if he sees one he likes he-" He didn't get a chance to finish as Jason snapped his neck, and made his way down to the basement. and stopped when he heard two men talking. "See that h/c broad they brought in?" the other nodded "Yeah, if she tweaked her hair and ditch the glasses she'd looked like S/n..." 

The first one hummed agreement." probably why the boss wanted her so god damn badly, she's his dream girl after all.." the Jason let out a low growl so, it was Y/n neither men had noticed the vigilante silently approaching as other man snorted "Well, hell he can keep her, did you see what that bitch to Ernie's hand..."

Instead of his buddy he saw red not that he was angry or anything; Red-Hood just headbutted him knocking him to the floor, before stepping on his neck. "where's the boss?" he hissed the dazed man pointed at the office. "thanks." was all the vigilante said before popping a cap in his skull no doubt altering his boss to his presence.

 Meanwhile Y/n mind was starting to slip into unconsciousness, she kept struggling to push this disgusting man off of her. but she was getting weaker, what ever was in that needle he jabbed in her was starting to take effect, she felt tears welling in her eyes as she tried think of something, anything that would take her away from this situation!

the man had gotten her shirt and bra off when a loud bang caused him to pull away, "I'll be right back sweetheart..." He cooed kissing her cheek if Y/n could gag she would, She watched her kidnapper pull out a gun and cautiously walked towards the door. a shadow appeared under the door, the guy didn't even opened it he just fired at the door.

 there was a thud and a noticeable give against the door's metal surface. he smirked and opened it only for the body of one of his thugs to drop in a heap at his feet. The trafficker gasped in shock and started backing towards Y/n, only for the window shatter in a downpour of shards the trafficker grunted as he was sent to the floor.

Y/n's eyes widened as a large man in a black leather jacket and tactical gear came into view, it took her a moment to realize it was the Red-hood. who slowly stood up and started walking towards her kidnapper. who was begging for his life as the vigilante approached him "no,no,no please!...the girl!" He pointed at Y/n frantically.

 "y-you can have her man, just don't-" He was cut off by Red-hood pointing his gun at his head "that's kind of the point pal." the vigilante said before shooting him in the face splattering blood on his suit, as he turned Y/n and immediately made his way over to the semi conscious girl.

Y/n saw Jason take off his jacket before covering her with it. He lifted her off the desk and carried her out of that hellhole, the last thing she saw was Red-hood looking down at her while calmly telling her. 

"You're alright N/n...I got cha...I got cha..." he soothed holding her close before everything went dark.

 When she woke up Y/n was confused as to where she was and how did she get there, then she remembered being kidnapped and what that guy almost did to her...the Red-hood, Jason saved her?

She looked and saw a familiar helmet on the room's nightstand and noticed the familiar figure in Kevlar sitting next to the bed watching her intently "Jay?" she croaked still trying to understand what she was looking at. 

she couldn't tell if he was a hallucination from what that trafficker injected her with, or if her ex really did come and rescue her? the raven haired man sighed in relief. "Hey...Looks like we've got a lot talk about? he said numbly before reaching into his jacket and gave her necklace back. "I would've never found you without it." 

The two just talked and told each other everything, how she ended up being S/n, while he told her why he was acting like an ass to her the last couple months, was because he saw he out with one of her Co-workers a male model and thought she was two timing and planing to leave.

and his plan was two could play at that game...only to be blindsided when the girl he chose; turned out to be the love of his god damn life and he screwed everything up like always! Y/n immediately berated him for blaming himself!

"This was more my fault then yours! I'm the one should've told you about S/n then this would've been avoided." she said as Jason took his gear off and crawled into bed with her and wrapped his arms around. 

"We're both Idiots..." he mumbled tiredly into her shoulder as one of his hands roamed under her shirt, his thumb made circles on her hips. "That that we are.." she hummed holding his free hand. "I love you." she mumbled Jason kissed her neck "I know, go to sleep." they drifted off...   

[Note: Tim and the reader are like college aged in this: 19-22 years old just to make that clear!]

Tim Drake [light smut]: *How, the hell did this happen?!* a red faced Y/n frantically wondered as her naked body was pressed against Tim's who was trying to hide the h/c from the other men in the locker room, How did this happen? Y/n came to the school to ask Tim for the key to her apartment back, but she didn't know college layout...

and got to asking if anyone knew where Tim Drake was? Well some girls who were fans of Tim pretended to take her to him and "Accidentally" spilled their drinks on her; since Y/n didn't go to this school, they easily tricked her saying it was the women's room. they stole her clothes and the e/c eyed girl was trapped!

After sitting in that shower stall scared and freezing her ass off. The model breath hitched when she saw the stall door opening and realized she hadn't locked it. the h/c immediately tried to grab the handle only to come face to face with Tim Drake who looked very stunned to find her there!

 "Y/n? what are you doing in-" Y/n thanked every deity out there that it was Tim who found her and not some creep, She started crying and threw herself at ignoring the fact that he wasn't exactly dressed, the raven awkwardly hugged back as he was still trying to process what was going on?

Tim although stunned was also very upset to find his Y/n naked and scared in the men's locker room; where anyone could've found her like this! his first thought was someone already had. "What happen, did someone bring you here?..did they-" Y/n shook her head "No, I was looking for and some girls said they'ed take me to you then spilled their drinks on me, and tricked me into going in here." she quietly explained unfortunately for them a group of men started pilling in!

Causing Tim to curse under his breath he climbed inside the stall with Y/n and locked the door. The raven haired man held her close to him, in an attempt to try and keep anyone from seeing her...thank god the shower stalls had tall dark tinted privacy doors instead of curtains, and no space for anyone to crawl under or they would both be screwed!

Y/n gulped when the raven haired boy pressed closer to her, she held her breath as the outline of a man appeared and the door jiggled a little. "It's busy dude..." Tim said hoarsely his voice rumbled against Y/n's ear who let out a tiny whimper hoping they'ed leave, whoever was out there huffed annoyance and tried to look into the stall  through the door "Are you even Showering in there?" the man asked clearly suspicious.

Tim had reached over the y/height girl and turned the water on; to a least look like he's busy so the others wouldn't be curious. "Yeah, these old showers take a while to turn on when they're all in use." another voice explained all while Tim and Y/n were trying their hardest not look at each other or touch anything. whoever was at the door huffed and walked away along with whoever told him about the delay in water pressure.

the couple relaxed, Well Y/n was relaxed until...She felt something poking her inner thigh. 

Tim's jaw set and awkwardly looked down at Y/n who noticed and averted her gaze to the wall, the raven haired boy swallowed hard feeling her boobs pressed against his chest, it had been almost a month since they were this close to each other...Clothed and otherwise. So, can imagine how quickly Tim lost his battle with the beast... 

then Y/n did the mistake of looking up at him again, with that look in her eyes, because next they knew they were making out against the tiled wall any gasps or whimpers Y/n made were drowned out by the men loudly talking or the locker doors slamming. 

The h/c bit her lip trying not to moan as Tim's length slowly entered her needy core. "Don't make a sound..."Tim growled lowly in her ear she whimpered into his shoulder as he began to thrust into her roughly, needless that was possibly the hottest sex they've had in a while!

15 minutes later after all the guys had left...

the two girls who had tricked Y/n were still waiting outside very confused over why they did't hear any hooting and cheering or see a naked girl run out of the locker room, the blond was annoyed glaring at he phone, while the brunette who was holding a bag with Y/n's ruined clothes inside sat nervously next to her. "Um, Shelly y-you don't think the guys did something, do you?" she asked scared that they may have helped someone get assaulted or murdered.

"Shut up Britney." the blonde hissed causing her friend glare at her "I'm not gonna shut-up, and I ain't going to jail for-" They were cut off by Tim Drake walking out of the locker room holding hands with a flustered Y/n who was in his spare gym clothes. He noticed the two girls gawking and held his free hand out whilst giving them a stern look the brunette sheepishly handed him the bag, the couple walked off seemly lost in their own world. 

earlier

in the locker room after making sure everyone was gone, Tim helped Y/n dry her hair off get dressed, the two got to talking about everything that happened like how and why Y/n kept her modeling career a secret from him. 

She said she kept all of her S/n stuff at the studio clothes, make-up etc. and reason she hid was because she didn't want to be S/n all the time, nor did she want her fans harassing her and knowing where she lived and try to get with her. "It's happened, they were waiting in my living room."

Tim tense up a bit luckily this was before they dated, but that still didn't make it alright "has anyone tried following you since we-?" He asked handing her his red windbreaker to wear Y/n shook her head, and explained that they usually tried anything security would toss them out.

They usually ignore her because they're looking S/n not some plain coffee gopher. that and if they ever give up on S/n and went after Y/n, those self-defense lessons Tim gave her, told any unwanted guests that maybe they should back right off! After that said and done Tim wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk." 

"I'm sorry for keeping secrets from you."

Tim went quiet for moment before making a very big decision "...Yeah, Do you want spend the night at my place? I need to show you something." Y/n looked up at him curiously. "What is it?" As the two got up from the locker room bench, Tim snorted and grabbed her hand and started walking to the exit.

"It's kind of personal, Just... Don't freak out." the h/c's face turned red she wanted say *we just had sex in a crowded locker room without getting caught! nothing could surprise me at the moment!* But, all that came was a meek "Alright." as Tim led them out the locker room, Hopefully she takes him being Red Robin, better then he took to her being S/n... 

Adult! Damian Wayne: 4 week...4 weeks since he'd last saw Y/n and Damian was goddamn wreck! He was subtle at first almost like he didn't care, he thought Y/n would come back after 2 or 3 days...but when she didn't? the usually cool and collected Wayne was unnerved, clumsy and irrational. 

Often finding himself lashing out at his brothers or being too violent on patrol. He finally opened up to Dick after figuring out his oldest brother knew about her double life and demanded to know why she would tell him, but not her boyfriend! 

However, Dick had very choice words for his brother he was still livid that Damian lied to him. "She was going to, but after the stunt you pulled? Hell, I'm surprised I'm even talking to you." The younger man looked at his brother stunned as Dick continue to scold him.

"You used brag that you weren't like Bruce! You'd never play with a woman's heart, that you were waiting for the right girl to come along, and you had her!" the raven haired man ran his hand through his hair trying hard not to deck Damian in the face.

Don't get him wrong, Dick loves his little brother, but right now, he was too disappointed and angry! "And instead of having a night to show her off? you chose to lie and be shallow about her looks and took some money grubbing bimbo to parade around as your girlfriend!" Damian went to say something, But Dick wasn't finished, he had to go there...

"What if You and Y/n had gotten married? What then, were you going to pay some actress to be her while the real one sat alone in a room? while everyone's congratulating you and whats-her;" The younger man slammed his fist on the metal table denting it "I Fucked up! I get it alright?!" he snarled causing Dick to cock a brow.

He knew full well that Damian was planning to propose."Now, would you please help me find Y/n and fix this?" the green eyed man asked desperately as Dick not entirely sure if he was making this better or worse...

 "She's in L.A., probably staying with Robbie Reyes, the guy you saw leaving with her." The acrobat paused for a moment reading Damian's face the mix of jealousy and confusion was evident; making it clear Y/n never mentioned Robbie before.

"Be careful around him, He's the kind to hold grudge when someones wronged his family." Dick met Robbie once by accident the same night he found out about Y/n's double life. 

Although he seemed like a nice guy, there was something off about the Latino boy, in some ways he reminded Dick of Jason...but that's putting it mildly! whatever Dick had seen in that boy's eyes made Jason look like small potatoes in comparison.... 

Meanwhile...

"You really didn't have to do this N/n.." Robbie said as he helped carry the groceries Y/n had bought, the h/c just waved her foster brother off. "After all your family done for me it's the least I can do!" She greeted Gabe who looked up from his homework a for brief moment.

"There was call while you were gone!" the teen rolling his wheel chair to the two and taking one of the bags from from and immediately dug in a found a bag of Reese's mini pieces. "Oh, for me or your brother?"

Y/n asked grabbing a package of ramen, The teen had teared the bag open and chowed down on the candy. "For you some dude, named Damian?" The rooms temperature seem to drop a few degrees there was a loud pop caused by Y/n squeezing the ramen packet, as Robbie felt his stomach flop thinking all the hard work he's put into bringing Y/n back on her feet was about to be blown to pieces.

"And what did, he say?"

"That he's sorry for the gala?"

"tsk* anything else?"

"He's staying at his family vacation house, and isn't leaving until you go see him."

Y/n let out a bitter laugh "Well he's gonna be waiting a long time!" She spat as Gabe tilted his head befuddled before Robbie could divert the subject or tell his brother to finish his homework the younger Reyes spoke up. "He lied and did a bad thing but so did Y/n, isn't it only fair that she gives him another chance? or at least hear him out?" the boy asked innocently.

Robbie awkwardly looked between his siblings before grabbing the handles of Gabe's wheelchair and pushed him out of the room, "10 minute break! go play Skyrim or read comics!." The older Reyes brother said frantically as his brother protested, then there were two.

"Y'know Gabe is right, You need closure and to achieve that you need to talk to him." Robbie said as Y/n tossed the ramen packet away. But before she could say anything Gabe' voice came from the living room.

"Awesome! it's Batman!" the h/c tensed up and went out to see what the teen was watching and saw the news, it showed Batman fighting Bane! what was Bane doing in LA?! Y/n flinched as she watched Damian get thrown around she turned towards Robbie, who was watching the screen he slowly looked at her and it was like having mental conversation, before it clicked the Latino silently mouthed out *Your Ex is Batman?!* she winced and nodded and with that Robbie grabbed her hand and to two slipped away.

With Damian.

Damian was getting the tar kicked out of him, each of his brothers offered to come with him, but no! he had to regain his beloved on his own accord. He really was a prideful bastard and he was paying for it! big time! Damian was exhausted black dots were starting to paint his vision.

 He briefly wondered if this is how his father felt moments before Bane broke his back? The news helicopter would've made an efficient getaway, but it fled the second Bane started throwing pieces of train parts at it. The new Batman tried reaching for smoke bomb try to escape while he could still stand.

however Bane got a hold of his arm and lifted him off the ground. "I broke you once, I'll break you a again!" the drug lord roared and got ready to pull Damian's arm off only for the loud thunderous roar of an engine broke through the silence. And in an instance Damian was airborne as something black and on fire crashed into Bane sending the venom charged hulk flying into some cargo containers. 

Damian lifted himself off the ground to see what saved him it was some kind demon car? a 69 charger...that the car Todd's been sobbing over and the car he saw Y/n speed off in...

He wasn't prepared for what happened next he saw Y/n step out of the flaming vehicle dressed in all black and wearing a domino mask she borrowed for Halloween, but never got around to returning.

She ran up to Damian and pulled him off the ground as Robbie got out of the car they heard Bane roar with rage in the distance. "Stay in car...I'll take care of the big guy."  the mechanic hissed as his eyes began to glow, Damian watch in awe as the man's body ignited in flames burning away his flesh and down to his skeleton.

"Aim for the hoses connected to the dispenser on his back, it's how he's injects himself with venom." Y/n explained the skeletal creature nodded at the y/height girl as she helped Damian into the car the vigilante looked between Y/n and whatever the thing was.

 "Wh-what the hell is that?" Damian croaked in pain and concealed fear as Y/n helped him into the backseat. "That's my brother Robbie, He's the spirit of vengeance the ghost rider." The masked girl explained as the two watched Robbie kick Bane's ass, Using his chains to burn through the hoses on the drug lords back.

When the rider was done with the power-house of a villain, the rider tore Bane's mask off. "Look into my eyes...Your soul is tainted with blood of the innocent...feel their pain!" the rider hissed as Bane was subjugated to the horrors he had inflicted on all his victims over the years. causing the drained crime-lord to scream in agony as the ghosts of the many tormented him causing Bane to flee in fear, straight into a metal beam. Knocking himself out.

The rider then turned back to the hell charger and got in the car."Where too?" Robbie inquired as he slowly turned back into his human form. "Normally the hospital, But in this case...how good is Gabe at keeping secrets?" Damian quizzically while the mechanic nodded.

"Pretty good, Just don't make-out or bleed out on my couch!" Y/n snorted at her brother "Trust me making out with guy who ashamed of me is the last thing on my mind?" She huffed looking out the window, as Damian sat himself up in the back seat. "I'm not ashamed of you." he hissed in pain holding his dislocated shoulder Y/n sucked her teeth at him.

"Right, you just went with some whore, because I'm so fucking gorgeous I turn people to stone when they look at me?" Robbie whistled awkwardly and put his headphones in to listen to music as the couple talked, Damian swallowed hard as he looked at Robbie then at Y/n trying to figure out what to say, he tapped into his inner Grayson.

 "Okay, I'll admit I wasn't thinking about you or your feelings, I was thinking about myself and my reputation when I asked that girl to gala and not you, And it was selfish and scummy of me." He winced feeling his bruised ribs constrict, coughed shallowly. "But your no better than I am..." Y/n slowly turned to look at him in disbelief. "Excuse me? I'm not the one who cheated!" She hissed venom dripping on every word.

"1. I didn't cheat, I just paid I a girl to hang off my arm and look pretty."

"You lying-"

"2!..We've been together for five years and never once have you talked to me about meeting your family, You've met mine hell, you lived with us after Grayson accidentally burnt your house down. And as that alter-ego of yours? I told you about my secret because I trust you, I thought same the same of you! but clearly I was wrong." 

Damian chided as Y/n felt rotten realizing that he right, She knows almost everything about Damian's life vigilante and civilian. But never once has she talked about her family as for telling her secret? truth be told.

Y/n honestly thought Damian was playing with her using her as a cover even after five years; she kept expecting him to just drop her out of the blue and never talk to her again. And that stunt he pulled at the Gala pretty confirmed her apparent false assumptions...

"Oh, for the love of-" Robbie suddenly cut in "look! You're both stupid for each other, so either make-up or shut-up! c'os I'm getting real sick of this Donna/Eric bull-shit!" The Latino snapped causing the couple to flinch as he eye were ablaze, Robbie took a deep breath pulled over and got out of the car to take a break.

Both Damian Y/n sheepishly stared at each other. "I was looking for you," He let out a bitter chuckled "Grayson finally told me where you were, after telling me how much I screwed up." the man removed his cowl and his appearance caused the rot to spread as Damian was pale his green eye were sunken and dull it was clear he hadn't been taking care of himself since the break up.

to be fair Y/n wasn't either... She hardly slept and when she did, she could hear Damian bad mouthing her and that girl laughing at her! if she was alone with no one was watching, she would go hide in the bathroom or garage and cry while staring at Damian's number on her phone conflicted she wanted to call but... 

She didn't know if she wanted to scream at him or just cry more. Robbie eventually figured it out and started bugging her to call Damian and talk; if he's not sorry then move on...If he is give him chance.

"Are you really sorry?" She croaked as Damian grabbed her hand squeezed it. "Yes, I am." He said firmly as the h/c eyed him still unsure. "what about that girl?" She mumbled suspiciously as the raven haired winced from shifting his weight causing his ribs to protest.

 "Like I said she’s someone I paid, she meant absolutely nothing to me." He rested his head against her shoulder, like he used to when he came back from a long mission, the h/c bit her lip as she thought this over then swallowed her pride.

"One chance..." Damian looked at her hope visible in his eyes. "One more chance Dam, If you pull any sort of crap like this-" She cut off by Damian kissing her passionately before pulling away. "I won't..." He promised as Y/n smiled at him shyly, as Robbie got back in the car. "Did you resolve your problems?" the couple nodded Damian keeping his hand on Y/n's. 

"Good, now we're going home and you're going introduce me and Gabe to the guy whose banging our sister." the mechanic said seriously while giving Damian a cold look "Can it wait till' Damian's ribs aren't breaking everytime he breathes?"  

Y/n pleaded obviously trying to at least let Damian heal before her brothers try to intimidate him. "No." Robbie huffed as the couple slouched against the seat "Sorry, Damian." He kissed her hand smiled painfully at her."Don't worry beloved, I'll soldier through it just for you.." Y/n smiled gently at her boyfriend as her mind tried to work through how Gabe was gonna react to his sister dating batman, hopefully he takes it better then Robbie is a the moment... 

[whumpqhs]

Whumptober alt #6: Lost

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"Looks like he's going to make it."

The words shouldn't have made her happy. Looking down at the guard as his eyes started to blink open, she should have felt like a failure, but the shame just wouldn't come. She shifted over a little so that, still kneeling at his side, she could ease one of his heavy arms over her shoulders. Across from her, another medic did the same. They counted together, and lifted together, voices in unison: "One, two, three." Suddenly the dead body on the floor was standing and stumbling, with a lot of help, over to the nearest medical bed. Assessing him and hanging his fluids from something other than her shoulder was a fantastic way not to have to think. She knew what to do for this patient, and right now, that was all that was important.

"We need labs. CBC, CMP, and troponin and creatinine levels. Whatever you have on the formulary for an NSAID, too, in case I'm right. Looks like an MI but we need the tests to know for sure..." She helped them as they repositioned him in bed, moving him up and covering him with blankets, giving orders as if she were still back home. He was hazy, out of it. She patted his shoulder. "We've got you, man, we're doing everything possible to help you. How's your pain?"

"Re... really bad..."

"Yeah? Like what number?" She looked across the bed to the one who'd been helping her lift and transfer. "Hey, I need morpha, and a syringe."

"Here."

The way they just handed it to her should've made her uneasy. It should've signaled something, the way they trusted her. It didn't. All it signaled in that moment was that she could help her patient not hurt so much. "Pushing two units and hanging the rest as a driver, as soon as I draw off these labs—you got vials?"

"Here."

“Thanks. They don’t let me put stuff in my pockets… I don’t even know if I can chart on him, he’s a guard.”

“I’ll get it. Next time, we’ll trade, and I’ll be on his IV side, okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Next time.

The effect was almost instantaneous: as she pushed the first dose, her patient started to relax, settling down. His heart rate dropped into normal limits. Sonora couldn’t contain a smile as she hung the remainder of the syringe and keyed the flow rate into his IV pump. Her mind was calm and, despite her moral objections, awash with the familiar, soft, effervescent feeling of a good code winding down. Stepping away to scrub out brought her right in front of Keeper, and she expected some kind of harsh correction as he reached toward her.

His hand settled on her shoulder, soft pressure, no pain. “Good job, Epi.”

Epi.

This was bad.

But it didn’t feel bad… it felt good. She felt like she was flying, veins rushing with adrenaline, like she was doing what she was always meant to do. Who cared about a guard? He’d finish his career in this place, especially after what looked like a massive heart attack. That was a life, wasn’t it? She saved a life.

A Republic life.

Who was he before he was a prison guard? Did he see active duty? Did he kill Imperials, like her? Whose revenge could it have been if she’d let him go? But even as they walked her down to the break room and let her get crappy junk food out of the vending machine, like a real person, she couldn’t make herself feel bad. Bad wasn’t the right word. Even later, when it started to change from a good feeling to a bad one, it wasn’t guilt that crept in. It wasn’t shame, either; it was something cold and empty.

Loneliness. She’d never felt so far from other people, so directionless and utterly lost. Who was she? She couldn’t be Republic. She couldn’t bring herself to defect, not even after saving one of theirs. Was she really Imperial anymore, after today? Did living here as a prisoner count as being under duress? Even if it did count, would Intelligence believe her that she hadn’t wanted to do it? Would they believe her when she said she regretted those compressions? How could they, when she didn’t even believe the words herself? She walked to the door of her cell and knocked, determined to get her mind off of this.

“Yeah?” It was one of the other medics this time, not a guard or an SIS agent. She recognized him: he’d been in on the code. Perfect.

“I forgot to chart something. Can I borrow a datapad?” “Forgot” was the pleasant word for how Keeper had dragged her off the floor and insisted on her getting some rest. Although, she’d slept another ten hours after he forced her to drop her charting and go, so she had to admit he was a little bit right.

“I have to watch you,” he warned.

“Yeah, of course.” She nodded, and took it when it was handed over. But as she settled down, she noticed that he wasn’t insisting on being able to see the screen. She typed in the guard’s name from before, and sighed dramatically at the lockout screen that popped up.

“What’s going on?”

“Oh, you know. Access denied, all that. This is so frustrating, I forgot to get any of my documentation in… and now…”

“Here, let me see.” She handed it over to him, watching as he typed in some kind of override code and passed it back. “There you go, should work fine now.”

The guard’s chart came up without a problem. She grinned. “Thanks!”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Unfortunately, charting didn’t take that long, and the loneliness came right back as soon as her mind was free. She signed off on the note, checked the lab values—the most recent round wasn’t back yet, but the initial set pointed to cardiac arrest—and was about to log out and hand it back when she noticed the treatment team listed.

Her name was there, but so were his nurses from the previous shift… his attending provider… and Keeper’s face, next to his designation, Rongeur, and a string of abbreviations. She clicked on it, and his file opened up instead. It took a lot of restraint not to gasp. Sonora carefully scrolled down, looking through the notes, commendations, letters. It all looked regular, legitimate… seamless. A little too seamless. She finally found the clue under his history, in a list of previous meds.

Dimallium 6. 

Sonora frowned. Only one use for that: Castellan restraints. Conditioning. She paused, reaching out to touch the word with a fingertip. When she did, a dialogue box popped up.

Open previous encounter for this med?

She hesitated at first, but then reached out again, tapping the screen.

Yes.

Enter override code:_____________

Sonora frowned, then looked up and took a chance. “Hey, can you put that code in again? It won’t let me in the MAR.”

For one terrifying moment, as she handed him the datapad and let him put in the code, she realized what a terrible mistake she’d made. It could all be over, her entire life, and for what?—to look up his records? Why, when he was the enemy?

...but was he really the enemy? She had to know.

“Here, should work, it looked like it took the code.” She had to stifle a sigh of relief as he handed it back without really looking.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“I thought I saw the dose in the MAR already,” he said.

“I charted against the override. Had to fix it.”

A little sound of acknowledgement and a half-said “Ah yeah that’s annoying” was the extent of his protest. She peered into the encounter, eyes scanning, fingertips tapping to make it look like she was working on the MAR. But when she finally found the notes from the conditioning, her hand slowed. The notes were in reverse order, working backwards into the past with the most recent ones first: progress updates following his rehabilitation, implantation of new memories… and down at the bottom, she found a brief AAR about his capture… but nothing about him defecting. Frowning, Sonora worked back up from the AAR, going over everything again. Had she missed one?

She finally found the answer that she was terrified of, in the transcript from his last interrogation.

---

SIS: Last chance, Vael. You can tell us everything you know, or we’ll start cutting off fingers.

PRISONER: Do it. I don’t care.

SIS: You know you’re the sole survivor, right? All the other agents, they’re gone.

PRISONER: Like I believe that.

[Electroshock applied. Several deep cuts made to abdomen. No new information.]

SIS: What’s so special about them that you won’t talk? Even when you’re here for life, even with them dead?

PRISONER: That’s… my team… I’m… the medic… gotta take care of them.

SIS: They’re gone, Vael! They’re dead. What’s stopping you?

PRISONER: Because… th-they’re my… family. I love… them… and even... even if they’re gone, I... I... I’m not gonna l-let them down.

SIS: Oh, you’re gonna let them down, Vael. You just don’t know it yet.

[Session terminated. Will begin selective treatment with dimallium immediately. Keyword to reverse conditioning in case of emergency: Aurek Five System Yellow Seventeen.]

---

For a little while, she sat quietly, rereading the note. Then rereading it again. Memorizing the code. Finally, she backed out of the chart and handed it to the man at the door. 

“Hey, it freaked out on me or something. Started opening a bunch of other pages, I had to shut it off. I’ll finish charting tomorrow.”

He nodded, tucking the datapad away as she turned back to her bed, stretching out. As she drifted to sleep, the words from the code echoed in her mind:

What could I have done to save one of mine?

[scarletrebel]

⭐star⭐ waffle at me about your favourite lines youve written

ohhh friend you have opened a pandoras box and i hope you are ready also thank you aha

so i started…….. picking some lines and made the Executive Decision to just do one fic because i was planning on doing a couple from a handful of fics but turns out im far too prone to waffling about this kind of stuff because i love picking things apart and figuring out why they work because i love fuckign words and the things they evoke and stuff so yeah this is just some fave lines from most recent fic, requital. 

this was part of a ‘directors cut’ writer thing and if anyone has any more prompts, feel more than free to send them my way! 

Requital, Chp. 1: 

His honesty, wrapped tightly underneath a chivalrous act; a throwaway comment to soften the exposure of such a question, draws her closer.

She kisses him, and hopes that even though the motion is countless in the amount of times they’ve come together, that the answer is plain enough. A claim, she hears her own words in her head, tasting the tobacco of his morning cigarette on her tongue, the warmth of the pull at his hands on her hips.

so whilst i cant say this section was directly inspired by the ecdysis book, what i can say is that there is definitely some influence going on here, in particular these two lines from the page ‘synesthesia’:

“Wu Ming is a bonfire in the darkness, and she crawls toward his warmth.”

“Wu Ming leaves his questions by the wayside as he is drawn inexorably into the gravity well of her desperate honesty.” 

and thats not something i realised until i was writing the final draft, and im pretty pleased with myself considering not only is requital going to examine some of the similarities between avia and drifter, but also the fact that ecdysis is probably my favourite book. i mean…… ‘drawn inexorably into the gravity well of her desperate honesty’ what the FUCK KIND OF LINE its gorgeous i cant deal with it or this book or this page or how desperately gorgeous the tragedy of drifter and orins relationship is 

also…… look. im a hopeless romantic. always have been, probs always will be, so when i say avia and rook are soulmates i mean it in the cheesiest way possible. right before this is rook feeling a bit self-conscious about the whole awoken engaging thing, and theres no way avia can actually put into words how irrevocably in love she is with rook. so she kisses him, and hopes beyond hope that she can put those feelings into motions if not words. i also enjoy the small bit of possessiveness that came out of her too, because the whole ‘claim’ thing with the awoken was there since the first draft but this section came in the final edit, she thinks of it so casually but when she goes on to say that she’d actually duel anyone who came between them i…….. would not put it past her to be 100% down to do that. 

rook isnt a bonfire in the darkness, he’s an anchor in the deep, a solid tether when the sea becomes a storm. 

(ayyy where the FUCK WAS THAT WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS) 

Requital Chp. 2:

Here’s the thing, if you’ve gone through the trouble of decrypting this (a fortified certain-eyes-only encryption that took me a couple of hundred years to perfect, thank you very much), it at least means you’re interested, so hear me out.

i like this line a lot, for a few reasons. drifter knows avia well enough at this point to be well acquainted with her temper and lack of time for dealing with his nonsense. it’s the first flick of the coin between the two of them, drifter laying the proverbial gauntlet down and at the end of the day, its up to her whether or not she picks it up. 

and she does, avia asks levi to decrypt it, and the first thing she sees is drifter acknowledging that shes done so and asking her to at least hear him out. he’s kind of caught her out, and she can respect that even if thats not at the forefront of her mind. avia also has her own brand of curiosity when it comes to people like the drifter, so this is kind of the first inkling of that. and it also (i hope) makes you wonder if drifter is aware of that curiosity that she has, if he sent the message decrypted on purpose to get her interested. 

She smiles at the note, throws her legs over the bed and stretches around a yawn. Five minutes later, Levi puts her in her armour.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stick around?” The Ghost asks. “We don’t have anything urgent to do. There’s breakfast here.”

Avia hums, considering. She moves into the kitchen, glances over the fridge, the cupboards. She looks then onto the sofa, the sprawled pillows, untidy blankets. Suddenly the armour on her body feels heavy, out of place, like the metal has no right being somewhere like this.

“No. I’m not hungry, let’s go.”

“Okay,” Levi says in that tone of voice that lets her know they aren’t buying it. “Should we walk, or transmat?”

Avia notices the balcony door is still open. She walks over and closes it, the streets barely alive as one or two civilians walk to and fro, glancing idly at each other as they pass. “Transmat.”

avia immediately makes an comment about being all domestic with rook in chapter 1. its just not something that suits her in her own mind, and that line (even though i havent waffled about it bc dear god theres too much here already) was something i immediately knew i wanted if i was going to write a day of domestic bliss with her and her fiance, because i knew it’d be a hard thing for her to just get on with like a normal person aha. 

so, we get this part in chapter 2. the domestic bliss is over, and what avia knows best, what shes always known best, is a set of armour and getting back to work. however this part of herself contradicts that which she’s experienced for the past day, and especially the line ‘Suddenly the armour on her body feels heavy, out of place, like the metal has no right being somewhere like this.’ i put in to really reinforce that idea. its not the metal that feels out of place in this scene, its the person in the metal. and her eagerness to transmat straight to the tower rather than walk through the peaceful city streets shows her tendency to run from such thoughts.

this part came really naturally, actually. its a small snapshot into a bigger struggle avia has with herself (especially given the dreaming city, the reef, petra and now potentially going back to the worst part of the shore with drifter) of where she belongs, and more importantly, if she deserves to belong. which is why levi talks to her in that tone because they know what shes doing, theyve seen it so many times before – avia in a scenario that resembles something normal and running from it with no one around to stop her, because in her subconscious she doesnt believe she deserves it. 

“Ada-1, I believe, has fully settled into the Tower. She becomes more and more tolerable of the Guardians by the day. And with the discovery of Niobe labs, her mood has been favourable.”

i had no idea how fun scarlet was to write until i got to this part. she almost has her own language, really. writing ‘im really proud of ada because i spent all morning with her and she was only snippy with like two guardians and shes been really uplifted and im really happy for her since they found niobe labs’ in scarlets own ‘okay but heres the relevant information’ way of explaining things is a challenge but FUN. like, really fun?? 

because scarlet wouldnt be mentioning adas mood if she didnt care, ya know? and its not that she cant say that longer thing about being proud and stuff, its just that she doesnt see the sense in it and its not important information. like, if avia and eden were to spend a dedicated amount of time whittling her down she would absolutely say ‘i am so proud of ada and also i wanna smooch her face how do i do that as an exo’ but its just not a thing for her. but part of the reason why ada and scarlet being together was an idea that i had was because i imagine that line of thinking probably suits ada. 

“It was at Ada’s request. I had more knowledge of the area in its current state, and felt more comfortable talking to Ikora and her Hidden agents than Ada did…”

supportive exo girlfriends. that is all. man ive gotta write more about these two

“Hmm,” Ada wears a concerned stare masked behind a formal rigidity that Avia knows her Warlock teammate best for.

if im being honest, i just really enjoy this line. i imagine its hard for exos to show concern, esp a character like ada and my girl scarlet, so avia has spent a lot of time dissecting certain facial cues and yeah im proud of how this description came out aha

…as if she hadn’t spent the past few months clipping sidelong comments and threatening him when his Gambit veered out of the realm of her control.

avia is a control freak. plain and simple, and i wanted to make that as obvious as possible considering this sentence is only a few away from avia choosing to go and talk to drifter. 

there’s a certain amount of ‘i need to understand this thing that i have limited knowledge on so i can predict/control/plan for it in the future’ in how avia views drifter in general, its a kind-of warlock way of thinking about things but the big difference is avias need for control in these situations is a) selfish and b) only applies to things that she knows she has a good chance of understanding/taming. shes not going around learning about the hive because she has a good understanding that thats a cosmic threat that can only be defended against until it comes. drifter on the other hand is on her doorstep.

i also really loved the contradiction in putting ‘gambit’ and ‘control’ next to each other in a sentence, i kinda hoped it showed how conflicted avia is about going and talking to drifter, and maybe even how naive it is of her to think that it could turn out okay. 

She was incensed, maybe, at the way he spoke to Ada, needed to go and stomp the idea out of his head but he got her talking, like he does

i like this line bc its avia acknowledging that she knows how shes viewed. she knows everyone sees her as a hot-head, she knows her anger veers away from her sometimes and whilst she’s gotten better at getting a handle on it, it’s still an aspect of her that people who dont know her well enough find it hard to get past. 

i also enjoy how new people to this fic/avia in general might not know that this is a big part of her? so she’s trying to use it as an excuse, ‘well no one can blame me if i say i got really mad because thats what i do’ and it (hopefully) tells new people about that aspect of her character without having to show the worst part of it, the convo with ada being an introduction to it i guess – especially since the past few scenes have seen her a lot softer than im used to writing aha. 

“Dammit,” she mutters under her breath. And walks towards the Drifter before she can make a better decision

fun fact – this line was originally ‘and walks down the corridor before she can make a better decision.’ 

i changed it because i wanted to make it more obvious that avia is making a conscious decision to choose drifter, that she’s walking towards a path that she knows is not a good idea. it provides foreshadowing for the allegiance quest and referring to him as ‘The Drifter’ cements it as an idea that she’s walking towards and not necessarily a person. 

[stilesderekscottissacandme]

Fireflies

Derek stayed with me all night while Peter and Scott searched for the awall werewolves. It was nice, feeling his arms around me all night. It made me feel safe. Apparently Scott had carried Erica's body out of the bank, when Derek told me I cried. My wounds are healing rapidly they should be mostly gone by tomorrow night. Scott had to tell mom what happened and why I wouldn't be home, she provided Deaton with the IV. I still feel like shit.

**Scott's Point Of Veiw.** It's been an extremely crazy night. Boyd and Derek's sister have gone biserk. They're out running around blood thirsty and ready to kill. They already almost killed Alex, what ever she did....how ever she protected us....it wore her out to the point that she couldn't even heal. Derek is at the loft with her, and although I don't like the idea of them being...so close....I think it might be good for both of them. When Alex is around him she seems so much more relaxed. And Derek isn't as much of a dick when she's around. I think she is gonna be good for him. I had to tell my...our...mom that Alex was hurt pretty badly and would be staying at Derek's house. She was freaked out at first, but I calmed her down. At the moment I'm running around the woods after Boyd. Peter is chasing Cora. That and now Allison is mad at me because of Derek. She knows how what her mom did and it makes me feel sick thinking of Allison thinking of her mom... a loud scream filled my ears and I ran towards it although I was still quite aways away I picked up pace.

"Billy? Run! Run!" I heard a child scream and ran faster towards them. I saw where they were and why they were so scared. It was some kind of shed and Boyd was outside. Searching for a way to get in.

"He's gonna get in. He's gonna get inside." The younger one cried and I ran even faster.

"Shut up, shut up." The girl whispered and I found a jar of fireflies laying on the ground and waited for the right moment to distract him. Boyd managed to pick the shed up and throw it. That's when I threw the fireflies. While he is was too busy swatting and growling at them I got the kids and ran, carrying both of them I got far enough away for Boyd not to hear or smell us and called Peter.

"You lost them?" He asked in that beyond annoying way of his. I understood why Derek stayed with Alex but God I hate this man.

"Yeah, I kind of had to." I said, slightly annoyed.

"Wasn't exactly the plan."

"I know, which is why I think that we should stick together. Trust me, he's too strong, too fast, and way too angry for one person to handle. We've got to do this together." I said and I heard Peter sigh.

"Look, I'm at the trails by the entrance to the preserve. Can you meet me here?" He asked.

"Yeah. Just got to drop something off first." I said before hanging up the phone. The children were calmed down just a little bit enough to tell me where they lived. I got them home safely and made them promise me not to go outside after dark and especially on a full moon. They swore they wouldn't and I watched them go inside. After that I sprinted the entire way to Peter. When I got there I saw him staring at 2 sets of foot prints..

"Is it them?" I asked and Peter nodded before speaking.

"We're not the only ones that decided to stick together." He said as if it were completely obvious.

"Is that gonna make it easier or harder to catch them?" I asked as we followed the prints and the scent. It was very strong anger.

"I don't know." Peter said as we quickened our pace.

"Peter ... I saw Boyd try to rip two little kids apart. Are they gonna do that to everyone they find?" I asked as I stopped to look at him. He stopped as well and stared at me with a serious look as if he were deep in thought then he started jogging again.

"Everyone and anyone." Peter said.

**Alex's Point Of Veiw** I was woken up by an ear piercing scream, Derek apparently hadn't heard it as he was sound asleep next to me.

"Derek...Derek did you hear that? Derek!" I said and he opened his eyes.

"What?" Hs asked in a groggy voice.

"I thought I heard...never mind...let's just go back to sleep..." I said and Derek nodded and wrapped me up in his arms, his touch gentle. His breathing steadied in seconds and I felt asleep.

**Scott's Point Of View**

Emily! Em? Emily, where are you? Emily! I heard some girl yell from pretty far away. Peter and I sprinted there, I got there first as Peter was still slow. I saw Isaac fighting Cora and did a front flip over him sliding in front of her I let out a throaty growl. Peter showed up a second later growling in her face and once she realized she was out numbered she sprinted the other way. Isaac and Peter fast in her trail. I turned to the girl who was standing by her tent. Quickly shifting back to my human form I raised my hands slowly walking towards her. She backed up so I stopped still keeping my hands raised.

"Are you okay?" I asked and she looked utterly confused.

"What?" She asked.

"Are you all right?" I asked and she nodded slightly. "You need to get out of here, okay? Get out of the woods. Get out of here as fast as you can." I said and she nodded I turned to catch up with Isaac and Peter. We met up pretty quickly and found that Cora was gone yet again. Then my phone rang and it was Stiles, he told me that Lydia found a dead body at the pool in town. I asked him to see if it could have been Boyd because he was no where to be found. He said that the throat had been ripped out.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yep. Throat ripped out, blood everywhere. It's like the frickin' shining over here. Two little twin girls come out of the woods, start asking me to play with them forever and ever, I'm not gonna be surprised." Stiles said and if we weren't under the circumstances we are maybe I would have laughed. Or smirked.

"Can you get a little closer to make sure it was them?" I asked and Stiles sighed, I know he gets fidgety around blood but come on this is life or death.

"Make sure it was them? Scott, who else is going around ripping throats out?" Stiles asked and I looked over to Peter who was growing very impatient.

"Please just do it." I said and Stiles did just that, telling me the kid was wearing a purity ring before hanging up

"This doesn't make any sense. The public pool is all the way on the other side of the woods. We haven't tracked them anywhere near there." Peter said and I agreed but I mean who else could it be?

"Peter, they killed someone."

"How are they moving so fast?" He asked. I had no answer other than that they are.

"Peter." I said.

"But they can't be that fast on foot." He said.

"They killed someone. Some totally innocent kid is dead... And it's our fault." I said looking into the darkness of the woods.

"It's my dumbass nephews fault. Slightly yours as well. This. This has nothing to do with me. I'm just cleaning up another one of Derek's messes." Peter growled and I was glad that Alex wasn't around because he would have caught her fist with his face.

"We need help." I said.

"We have Isaac now." Peter sassed.

"I mean real help. They're too fast for us, for all of us. They're too strong, too rabid." I said and Peter stared at me like I was dumb.

"We'll catch 'em." Peter said.

"What happens if we do? We just gonna hold them down until the sun comes up?" Isaac said and we both looked at him.

"Maybe it would be easier just to kill 'em." Peter said with a sadistic tone in his voice.

"Killing them isn't the right thing to do." I said, once again thanking Alex for not being here.

"What if it's the only thing to do? If we can't even catch them, what else do we do?" Isaac asked and the thought that had been in my head came back. Knowing Peter wouldn't like it only made it better.

"Find someone who knows what they're doing." Was simply all I said.

"Who?" Peter asked.

"Someone who knows how to hunt werewolves." I said and Peter's face fell like I knew it would. I went to talk to Chris first knowing Peter and Isaac would not help our situation. So they sat in the car behind us.

"Uh, hi." I said, approaching Chris. I proceeded to fill him in on what was going on.

"First of all, why would I care about anyone related to Derek and Peter ? And second, I don't know this kid Boyd. I don't even know his last name." Chris finally said completely not interested.

"Boyd is his last name." I said.

"What's his first name?"

"Vernon. Eh. And just curious, is there a reason the gun is still pointed at me?" I asked looking at the gun currently pointed at my head.

"Well, there's probably still some part of me that wants to shoot you." Chris said.

"I get that." I said and Chris lowered the gun. He sucked in a deep breath before speaking.

"Scott, I watched my father brainwash my daughter... Almost turn her into a killer. That world... your world decimated mine. My wife, sister, father, my entire family. Why would I ever step foot in it again?" Chris asked and I could hear the true pain behind his words. And Chris Argent wasn't a person who you would think could feel so much pain. But he did.

"Because people are going to die. And because you know how to catch Boyd and Cora without killing them." I said and Chris just shook his head.

"I'm sorry. I can't help you." He said.

"Um... Do you think you could do me, like, one little, tiny favor?" I asked and Chris just looked at me for a second. And then we got into the car. The plan working. .

"Left or straight?" Chris asked.

"Left. Sorry. It's right around the corner. That parking lot there. Yeah, just a little further up, right here. Thanks again for the ride." I said as I watched Chris's reaction to the cops and ambulance and mainly the body bag.

"They did this? Boyd and..." Chris asked.

"Cora." I finished for him.

"Where's the last place you saw them?" He asked and I showed him to the section of woods we were. "You're tracking them by print?"

"Trying to." I said.

"Well, then, you've been wasting your time. There's only one creature on earth that can visually track footprints, and that's man. And if you're not trained like me, you have no idea that this print is Boyd's and these..." Chris began and Isaac finished.

"are Cora's." He said.

"Nope. They're yours. You trampled Cora's as soon as you walked over here. Listen, I know the three of you are focusing half your energy on resisting your own urges under the full moon, but that puts you at a severe disadvantage to Boyd and Cora, who have fully given in. They put the pedal to the floor where you three are barely hitting the speed limit." Chris explained and it was true.

"So what do we do?" Peter asked.

"Focus on your sense of smell. Actual wolves are known to track their prey by up to a hundred Miles a day by scent. A trained hunter can use scent to track them. If the wind is with them, wolves can track a scent by a distance of two Miles, which means we can draw them to us... Or into a trap. Full moon does give us one advantage. They'll have a higher heat signature, which makes them easier to spot with infrared." He said pulling out a pair of infrared goggles. He went to hand them to Peter.

"Thanks, but I've got my own." He said flashing his blue eyes.

"Just remember, we're not hunting wild animals. Underneath those impulses are two intelligent human beings. Don't think they can't rely on that human side. It's suppressed, but it's there, reminding them how to mask their scent, how to cover their tracks, how to survive. When's the last time you saw your niece?" Chris asked Peter.

"Nine years. I thought she died in the fire." He said.

"Do you feel like you have a lock on her scent?" Peter shook his head then Chris turned to me.. "Scott, how confident are you in your skills?" He aske and I didn't even give it a second thought.

"Honestly, most of the time, I'm trying not to think about all the things I can smell." I said.

"All right. The problem is when they breach the woods and hit the residential area. Once they're past the high school, they're right in the middle of beacon hills." Chris said and I felt the worry growing.

"They're not gonna kill everything they see, are they?" Isaac asked.

"No. But there is an important difference to recognize. Wolves hunt for food. At a certain point, they get full. But Boyd and Cora are hunting for the pleasure of the kill, for some primal apex predatory satisfaction that comes from the ripping of warm bodies to bloody shreds. And who knows when that need gets satiated?" Chris said and I got the feeling he wanted to kill them.

"We can't kill them." I said.

"What if we can't catch 'em?" Peter asked and some part of me knew that they were right, but there is always a better way than killing.

"Then maybe we just need to contain them. There's no one in the school at night, is there?" Chris asked and I was so glad that he had agreed to help us.

"You want to trap them inside?" Peter asked in a skeptical way.

"If there's somewhere with a strong enough door, no windows or access to the outside." Chris said. And I thought of such a place. I couldn't come up with anything.

"What about the boiler room? It's just one big steel door." Isaac said and I realized he was right.

"You're sure the school's empty?" Chris asked for clarification but it was almost 3 in the morning.

"It has to be. There can't be anyone there this late, right?" I said.

"These are ultrasonic emitters. It's one of the tools we use to corral werewolves, pushing them into a direction we want them to run. Gives off a high-pitched frequency that only they can hear." Chris said and pressed a button which caused a very annoyingly high pitched mouse that sent Peter, Isaac and to our knees with our hands on our ears.

"God, no kidding!" Isaac said as Chris turned it off.

"These are gonna drive them to the school?" Peter asked and Chris nodded.

"And then it's up to you to get them into the basement." Chris said.

"Does anyone else want to rethink the plan where we just, uh, kill 'em?" Isaac asked and I glared at him.

"It's going to work." I said and Peter agreed that it's gonna work..

**Derek's Point of Veiw** She's so fragile in my arms, her petite, delicate body shaking ever so slightly in my arms with every breath she took. When I first met Alex, Scott and Stiles she was always the one that I could stand the most. She was so scared, so anxious at first but as time went on and she became a guardian she became stronger. More defined, like she never really knew herself but now she did. And then she lost it. Became that scared, anxious girl again. I know that Peter fucked her up. I know that by tracking her down and then watching her get taken and as soon as she was home he bit her, I know that screwed her up. But taking that away from her after she accepted it and learned how to deal with it broke her in ways she couldn't understand.

I knew that I would be the one to turn her again. I knew I needed her in my pack from the very beginning, with how fast she learned how to control it with how she coped so easily and how she lost herself but fought on that's the characteristics I look for in pack members.

What I didn't know was how much she would mean to me after I turned her. I didn't know that giving her the bite and re-training her would bring us closer. I didn't know that being with her would fill the void in my soul that was created because of the piece that died that night so many years ago.

I heard her phone buzz on the night stand and reached over her to get it. Being as gentle as possible not to wake her. I answered it but waiting until I was not in the room anymore to speak.

"Hello?" A females voice asked from the other line. "Alex?"

"Uhm, Alex is sick right now. She's in bed asleep. Is everything okay?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

"Bree, Alex's social worker and therapist has gone missing. Have Alex call me as soon as she is feeling better. My name is Tessa." The woman said right before hanging up. I didn't even know how to respond as I walked back into the room and laid down. I couldn't tell her until she was fully recovered. I can't stress her out.

As I kept my arms around her as gently as possible, she began squirming. It seemed like some kind of nightmare as her heart picked up and her breathing began to quicken. She wasn't in any more pain because I would feel it. I shook her just barely.

"Alex? Alex wake up.." I whispered in her ear and she opened her eyes, there were tears streaming down her cheeks and I used the pad of my thumb to wipe it away. "Are you okay?" I asked and she smiled bringing a shaking hand to my face, God I wanted to miss her so badly. Then she did. Her lips met mine and it was like tasting honey for the first time in years. She pulled away and fell back to sleep on my chest. The IV in her arm keeping her arm dangling off. I set my hand on her lower back as gently as possible. Listening to her heart beat slowing, knowing she was taken by sleep again. I fell asleep listening to her heart beat, her breaths. It was peaceful.

**Scott's Point of View** The plan is working so far. We got all the 'dog whistles* in place and are currently waiting at the school for Cora and Boyd. I walked over to where Argent was standing..

"Do you see that?" Chris said pointing up to the flying bug above us.

"Yeah, it's a firefly." I said, wondering why he took such interest in the insect

"No, no, I know, it..." Chris said shaking his head.

"What?"

"It's, uh... it's very unusual. The, uh, California fireflies aren't bio-luminescent." Chris said and i looked at hum fir second. "They don't glow." He added cleaning my confusion.

"Does that mean something?" I asked and I heard Isaac sigh under his breath.

Oh great. Isaac said and we realized that they were here.

"Come on." Chris said and we walked to where we agreed with Isaac. My jaw dropped when I realized it wasn't working.

"They're not going through the school. They're going over it."

"The red doors, someone has to get them open." Chris said as we met up with Peter and Isaac. I could hear all of our hearts racing, well other than Chris' but I mean he is a werewolf hunter...

"Someone has to drive them inside." I said after a few seconds, time was precious right now. The longer we stood and thought the faster they could get away.

"I'll go." Chris said, pulling out his electric stick of torture, and before I could volunteer Isaac did.

"No. I'm faster." He said as he took off running. Not even a few minutes later Boyd and Cora were inside the school, furiously growling.

"Come and get us." Peter growled before we took off running to the basement, they followed but we had to find a way to distract them from killing us long enough to get out of the basement. I tossed Peter a fire extinguisher that I had seen laying on the ground. He was closest to the 2 so he sprayed them with the white smoke, infuriating them even more. We ran out and locked the door.

"Did that actually just work?" I asked in disbelief.

"It worked." Peter said and I pushed passed sticking one ear to the door and listening. "What are you hearing?" Peter asked and I focused even harder.

"Heartbeats." I said. The racing hearts in the room were extremely loud, I'm sure even a human could hear them if it weren't for the growling and sniffing.

"Both of 'em?" Peter asked ad I listened as they got louder the growls audable even for Peter. Then I heard it. Very faint and very fast. But noticeably another pulse.

"Actually... Three of them." I said turning back to Peter. We had just locked some random person probably even ad teacher in the basement with 2 moon deprived wolves.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked me as I readied myself for the possible outcomes.

"Close the door behind me and keep it shut." I said. Looking Peter directly in the eye.

"You go in there alone, and you're either gonna kill them, or they kill you." Peter stated as if he actually cared. I scoffed, barely even fazed by his fake worry.

"That's why I'm going in alone." I said and right before I walked in Peter grabbed my arm and shoved me back, causing me to fall onto my ass, all the while staring me in the eyes. Then he slammed the door. Fighting broke out not even seconds later. It was already early in the morning. I heard growling but too much to decide who it was coming from all though I'm sure it was all of them.

"Scott The sun's coming up. Scott! The sun's coming up!" Isaac yelled and as soon as the light crept into the building the fighting stopped for the most part any ways. The door opened and Isaac and I rushed in. Peter meeting us half way.

"There's a teacher. I'll take care of her. Get them out of here." He whispered. His shirt was torn and tattered covered in blood, his wounds slowly healing themselves. Blood was splattered on his face as his eyes went from their natural shinning blue to normal human eyes. We got Boyd and Cora out and back to the Loft shortly after. As soon as I walked in I ran up to Alex. She was doing a lot better and was on the phone with Stiles. I didn't even have I ask as he had already called and explained everything to me. Boyd and Cora might not have killed anyone but something much, much worse happened. Human sacrifices.