oliver hastings

running with the wolves

[ohastings]

vivaanpatel‌:

Opening his clinic here hadn’t been without forethought; he’d advertised his services ahead of time in the hope he wouldn’t arrive to an empty patient roster, of course it would still be slow beginnings and he was more than willing to see whomever came through his door. 

Looking up as the bell above the clinic tinkled and he smiled, a small, friendly look and spoke in an equally soft yet utterly engaging voice, “Good afternoon, welcome to the Bryson Clinic, is there something I can do for you?” No pressure, no hard question, the decision to start this process always always needed to be a choice.

It was supposed to be something nice for Dash, but Oliver didn’t know how it would work out or how he’d get his brother in here, or if the good doctor would even allow it. 

“Hey,” Oliver said, squaring his shoulders. He shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to take up a casual stance. It wouldn’t do for the doctor to think he could be a good candidate for a patient. “I was wondering if you took recommendations? Or if you had any, uh,” what was the word? “Literature.” Pamphlets. “For me to get my brother in here.”

[ohastings]

everaltair‌:

Touche. “Morbid curiosity.” she admitted with a lazy, defeated shrug. Originally she’d told herself that she was going to avoid it as much as possible. This mess that was her biological family. She’d never been curious until she realized she was a twin. But the more and more she learned the more she wanted to know. It was a terrible cycle she wanted out of. “Not it’s not.” She snorted at this. “Blood doesn’t make you family. It makes you related. It’s just science. It’s bullshit.” She’d always hated that argument. “Why not? I have a family. A mom and a dad and a brother who never kept anything from me. They didn’t give me away.” Though, she’d started to doubt the whole…kept anything from her part since she’d stepped foot in this stupid town.

“Where the hell are you from,” he gave her a Look. “The little Valley from those Ranch ads where kids go crazy on carrots or something and everyone’s all happy all the time?” Growing up, no one had resented the concept of blood relations more than Oliver, and even now, he counted Colton and Nate as father figures to himself more than his own actual father had. “Blondie, this isn’t some theoretical science bs you’re reading off a page. You’re a dead ringer for the Supreme. You don’t wanna consider an Original Hybrid your family? That’s fine, but the Clave doesn’t care for your semantics. Or daddy issues.”

[ohastings]

ryan-carrcll‌:

“Oh, yeah. I hate it.” The sharp grin that curved up the side of his face said otherwise, as did the chuckle. “Kinda don’t mind runnin’ so much anymore. S’a good bit of alone time.” Pulling in a deep breath, Ryan let it out with a large sigh. “What about you? How’re you feelin’?”

“It doesn’t hurt so much when you’re not a human, anyway.” Ollie said, trying and failing to match Ryan’s smile. His mood varied day to day— one day he’d wake up and go through the whole day thinking this was fine, it could be fine. In the last month or so, he’d gotten into a new routine. A new normal. 

That was slowly crashing now, as the waves of realization crashed over him. This new self of his, his new capabilities and his new body, these were permanent. “Haven’t asked to be chained up and thrown into the bottom of the ocean yet, so that’s probably a good sign. Don’t worry, I’ll shove my shit deep down for your wedding. You won’t hear a peep from your best man.”

[ohastings]

isabellecresswell‌:

“Yes, when implies things that can or could happen,” Isabelle said shrugging her shoulders, she and Oliver were similar in many ways as far as the role they played in their own families and it was because of that she wouldn’t pretend like it wasn’t something that could happen. “Can we skip the part where either of us pretends like we’re saints not capable of hurting the people we love? Like it would save us both a lot of time and you can just tell me you’re going to do your best not to hurt my sister and we stop talking about this.” Issy offered, she might be more apt to skirt his feelings if it had involved anyone but Cassie but there was one person in her life she wouldn’t risk and so while it wasn’t her favorite conversation to be having she needed to have it.  

What had started out as a funny conversation intended to simply tease her for what she’d done to win was now pissing him off. He was so capable of hurting the people he loved, wasn’t he? Never coming home on time, never able to just keep his goddamn fists to himself, he couldn’t even look at a goddamn cut on Dash without being overcome with the thought of drinking blood. He’d killed someone in front of a five year old. 

He’d wanted to drink his own brother’s blood. There was no telling what he could do to Cassie. What he would do to Cassie. 

She was right, and he hated her for it. “You know what, Isabelle, fuck you.”

[ohastings]

cassandracresswell‌:

Inevitably Cassie was going to kill someone. Inevitably more hybrids would be created. She’d known that from the moment she fully grasped the fact she’d been turned into an original creature, a mix of werewolf and vampire. How could it possibly be avoided when she had an eternity to live? But Cassie had never expected to either take a life or turn someone so soon.

In her mind, she’d pictured her resolve falling apart decades, hopefully even centuries, from now. When Issy and a majority of the people she loved started to die while she remained utterly and painfully static in time. When the weight of loneliness in her heart started to outweigh rationality in her head and the drive to create others that understood her became the thought she kept falling returning to until she convinced herself it was the only way to move forward.

In the end, she hadn’t even made it three years. If she let her resolve crack so easily what would she become in five years? Ten? Cassie had never been so terrified of the future, not even in the days after she’d originally become a hybrid. And it was a future she had absolutely no way of escaping.

Cassie knew who was standing on the other side of the door long before she opened it. When she caught Ollie’s scent she hesitated, unsure if he actually wanted to see her or had come to get help from Issy. But Issy wasn’t home and there was no way that she would ignore him, not after what she’d done to him. “Hi.” She managed a small smile that barely turned up the corners of her lips. Seeing him look so exhausted sent another pang of guilt through her. “Yeah, of course, come in.” Stepping back to make room she held the door open for him. “How are you doing? I…I should’ve come to see you sooner. I’m sorry.”

This was a bad idea. He’d wanted to come by because he’d been restless and miserable and needed to get out of the dinginess of his own apartment. Issy had asked him to come by and talk to Cassie, too, and he knew he needed to. But maybe now wasn’t the best time because the words died on his tongue. Instead of reassuring her that he could actually still move around in public, all his presence seemed to do was reopen a wound for her. Every single time she looked at him, Oliver was sure Cassie would only see her mistakes. She wasn’t like him, see, she had that horrible, distant look in her eye when remembered what he was. Who she’d made him. 

And he hated this, oh, he hated the way the air felt in his lungs now and the way blood tasted on his tongue, but this what happened. He’d always thought being a vampire, indulging in blood lust, that would be a fate worse than death. 

Only he was still living, wasn’t he? He had never stopped to consider how much he did not want to die, not actually, not truly, when it came down to it. He had too much to live for. Too many people counted on him. 

It was the only reason he hadn’t told Nate to simply tie him up and throw him in a coffin and send him out to sea. 

“I don’t blame you,” Oliver said, trying to crack a smile right back and failing. He stepped into her home, making long strides across the room to sit on the couch, lifting his legs to rest them on the coffee table. “I don’t really want to look at me either. It’s a pretty ugly sight.” 

[ohastings]

everaltair‌:

Suddenly, she was overcome with the sudden urge to punch this dude, though judging by the way he hadn’t hurt himself on the wall, she deduced that it would hurt her more than him. “I’m not interested in the Cresswell drama, I was forced into it.” But she was kind of interested in it, certainly more interested than she wanted to be, considering how much she’d wanted to run away from this whole debacle altogether when she’d first come face to face with Isabelle. “Jesus,” the whole thing was strangely unsettling, down to his nonchalance when using the word sister. “She’s not my sister. I mean– by blood maybe,” it was pointless to argue that. “A few weeks. Longer than I wanted to.”

“Whatever,” Oliver shrugged. “You asked.” He wanted to point the exact sequence of events that led to this conversation, something he’d been doing a lot more since he’d started working at the PD. Life was a whole fucking series of puzzle pieces, and the only way to not feel like his heart was trying to break into parts was to solve it. Lately he’d been doing that with every single conversation he was in. After the Incident, his mind was working overtime, even if he was on leave and wasn’t working at all. “Uh, yeah, blood is a pretty big indicator of family. What, you think you can just avoid it?”

[ohastings]

isabellecresswell‌:

“It stops being between you and Cassie when you fuck her over, so don’t do that and we won’t have a problem. We should also be clear that you make it very much my business when you’re parading around my kitchen half naked. So avoid that if you don’t want to have this conversation again and we can both live happy more fulfilled lives.” Isabelle said plainly as she picked up the drink set before her and took a long drink. She was not fucking around right now, if he wanted his ‘privacy’ then he needed to be far more discrete because she did not have time for this nonsense. 

“What do you mean when?” Oliver asked, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back in his seat. She was acting like he’d wanted to brag to her, Isabelle, specifically, about how his sister was another notch on his belt or something. He hadn’t gone swaggering through their kitchen, he’d thought Isabelle hadn’t been home. “What the fuck, Isabelle?”

[ohastings]

cassandracresswell‌:

The tactic his mother used to treat others was exactly the kind of thing that Cassie would choose to do. She could still picture Fiona Hastings answering giving a smile and a simple no problem. “That’s exactly how I try and treat people.” Even when they were rude to her Cassie would answer with a smile. You never knew what a person was going through internally, what had driven them to lash out in the first place. Sometimes it worked better than others. Cecile and the Clave were on her short list of people Cassie would never give the comfort of kindness.

“Naive?” She offered a conclusion for his trailed off sentence though she didn’t truly believe it was the world that had lingered on the tip of his tongue. Some thought that, they’d expressed their feelings to Cassie without holding back and she’d accepted the criticism with a nod but a refusal to change her ways. “It’s the only way I know how to make it through the day. If I didn’t, I’d give up. After I was turned I nearly did.”

In the early days of being a hybrid, she’d wanted to beg Daralis Greyson to sink her to the bottom of the ocean bury her until a ton of concrete, anything. She’d spent her days curled up in a ball feeling sorry for herself, wishing she could get back the life she had lost. “Maybe in ten years, twenty years, or a hundred years I’ll see the world differently. But I hope not, I really do. If I can keep the positivity I can say myself. If I lose it I don’t know who I’ll be and I hope we don’t have to find out.”

“I don’t think it’s naive,” Oliver shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. He wasn’t smiling anymore, thinking of distant memories. A younger him, annoyed and restless when his mother stopped to talk to people in the street, seemingly uncaring about the groceries he held in his hand. She’d had nothing but quiet disappointment in him whenever Colton had brought him home from another shenanigan. She’d remembered so many details about all of her children, understanding they weren’t all the same. 

Fiona Hastings had done it because that was the way she’d been raised, presumably, the way she’d tried to raise her children ( they hadn’t all listened— he was proof). Cassandra Cresswell, on the other hand, used kindness not as a default measure, but as a choice. “You’re going to break, someday,” Oliver told her. “If you keep holding on to your kindness that way, and tie your entire identity to it, then someday you’re going to let it go and spin out. There’s gotta be more to you than how nice you are to people.” 

[ohastings]

ryan-carrcll‌:

Padding to a halt at the edge of the sidewalk, Ryan pulled out his headphones and hooked them against the collar of his sleeveless shirt. “You know,” he begins, taking a deep breath to try and calm his rapidly beating hear. “This weather is so much nicer than Cali. Running outside in July would be a death sentence.”

“You must hate not having that excuse anymore,” Oliver said, slowing down as soon as Ryan did. Unlike his friend, Oliver didn’t immediately take his headphones out. Even through the music, he could hear Ryan absolutely clearly. It felt like his hearing was getting better every year. “About time you started to get back into shape.”

[ohastings]

Lily: How does that have to do with anything?

Lily: Idk it's weird.

Ollie: Lils, there are actual weird things happening in this town.

Ollie: He's not going to think its weird if a pretty girl texts him. the bar for 'weird' is very very high.

[henricavyll]

Flashbacks of Perry and the boys

[nathanielxgreyson]

@ohastings @dashhastings

[madeforgardens]

You need rest and you need it now. Lie down.

[theresnobackstage]

she picked you 

[aheartofvalor-deactivated202002]

So, if we die, our DNA never makes it to the future. And everything’s lost.

[ohastings]

everaltair‌:

God when had she become this person. She’d never considered herself so damn cynical but it was difficult to be anything but that. Apart of her wondered if it was his own pessimism that she was feeding off of. He’d certainly done a good job at getting a rise out of her. “No.” Was her curt response, arms crossing in front of her almost defensively. “I still don’t know what a hybrid is. What are you a hybrid of?” Her brow furrowed. “Were you human before? A witch? And Cassie? She’s not a witch anymore?” 

“I know you’ve been kept up in a castle for a really long time and everything, Rapunzel, but we’re in the free age of information now. There’s a bunch of newspapers at the library if you’re interested in the Cresswell drama. Not a huge fan of talking about it.” Going into detail about the timeline of events there, losing Rose, his brother’s sanity, the custody battle between the mayor and his wife... She could find all of that on her own. “I’m a vampire and werewolf hybrid,” he said, flashing his fangs. “Just like your sister. Like I said, I died, she turned me. How long have you been here?”

[ohastings]

cassandracresswell‌:

“I’m standing by my pick and that everyone who entered did a great job. You’re free from having to make fun of someone for the rest of time.”

Too nice. It wasn’t the first time she was described that way and she always took it as a compliment, a smile spreading across her lips. “There’s just so much bad in the world, you know?” She didn’t have to explain it to Oliver. He’d gone through terrible things. Letting her gaze look over everyone around them, laughing and having a good time, she turned her attention back to him. “I’m not blind to it. But I don’t want to be part of adding to it. You’re definitely not the first one to wonder if it was an act. What I hope is that every time I’m kind to someone I make their day a little bit better because you never know what the people around you are dealing with and that way there’s a little bit less bad. It might be silly but it’s a little way of helping.”

A different version of him would have laughed at her, some version where maybe their families hadn’t gone through all of the tragedies they had. A world in which Dash and Rose were raising Darcy together, and Val was there too because she couldn’t not be, and they still had Sunday family dinners that his mother made, and Hunter was kind of a dick sometimes and Susie was working for fucking Google or something and Tommy lost his shit every time a new Spider-Man movie came out. 

Maybe when everything was going well in his life would he have been able to mock Cassie’s need to try and find the good in things, but right now, considering he tended to think almost everything was the literal worst thing that could ever happen, Oliver admired her for it. How strong did someone have to be to wake up every morning, knowing they’d have to do that forever, and still find something to look forward to? To be happy about? 

“My mom used to have this thing about taking people by surprise when you’re nice to them, you know? When they’re fully expecting some asshole remark, instead you just say, ‘hey, no problem,’” Oliver said, waving his hand in front of him as if he were actually waving a problem away. “I thought I could be that kind of guy at some point, but now I just don’t have the energy. And you— you just wake up every day and just— how are you smiling, first thing in the morning? It’s...” he trailed off. 

[ohastings]

lauraxwilde‌:

Laura frowned and shook her head. “What, no. I’m not going anywhere. It worked.” She reached her hand towards him again. “I can try it again. I know you’re hungry… Fuck, I know I can help.” She sighed. She couldn’t believe she didn’t turn around and run but Oliver and the rest of his family were there for them when their mom left and they couldn’t find their alcoholic dad. “I’m not going anywhere.” She replied. 

“Laura honestly,” Ollie said, eyes hooded for the wrong reasons. Little Miss I-Can-Fix-You was on a mission, Oliver figured, except she didn’t realize her mission was to die today at his hands. And he couldn’t stop himself anymore, grabbing her upper arm and pulling her towards him in a second, one hand snaking around her waist, the other brushing her hair away from her neck. Without an invitation, he sunk his fangs into her neck, feeling the rush of blood hit immediately. 

His afterlife was life itself, but in this moment, Oliver was in heaven.