Buffy was desperate for a shower, her training session having taken as much of a toll on her as it had on her students. Nonetheless, she was proud of the whole group she'd just taught, every single one of them having done incredibly well, exceeded her expectations. Though she was tired and looked forward to sleeping, she was looking forward more to spending time with Spike, him having said he would take her out after the training, to show her the city as she still had not really seen any of London.
She made her way down the corridor, heard his voice as he was just finishing up with his own group and she stayed unnoticed by the door, leaning back against the wall though could not help her curiosity for his teaching. He'd told her about it, but experiencing it first-hand was different.
“You're like a super-vampire.”
Buffy recognised Bree's voice, one of the girls from their table that first morning. She was a great fighter.
Spike laughed. “Just had a lot of practice, that's all,” he said. “Don't come close to anything you girls are going to be capable of.”
She smiled to herself, knew he was being modest as he held back for most of the fighting practice with the Slayers. Slowly, the girls started coming out of the room, those that noticed Buffy giving her a smile, a wave, a curious look. She waited for Bree to pass, but heard her voice again inside instead, though closer to the door now.
“Are you doing anything now? I was going to head out to the pub, if you want to come.”
He cleared his throat. “I'm actually taking Buffy out.”
Bree was quiet for a moment and Buffy felt strange listening for a moment. There was no jealousy, she knew how Spike felt about her and yet, someone else perceiving him the way she did, it did something to her.
“Oh, don't worry,” she said quickly. “I... uh... actually... no, nevermind.”
“What is it?” Spike asked. “Maybe another time.”
“I'm not sure,” Bree said shakily, but laughed it off. “Some of the girls have just been talking, so... well, are you and Buffy...”
He didn't speak for a moment, but must have indicated some kind of confirmation.
“Right...” Bree laughed nervously again. “Well, pretend I never asked then,” she added.
Buffy considered waiting in their room. Even though she hadn't meant to listen and just wait for him, she felt she was invading somehow.
“Oh. Um. S'alright,” Spike assured Bree as he understood. “Takes balls. Can I just-... do you mind not telling the others? I'm not sure Buffy wants everyone to know...”
“That you two are fucking? No worries, I won't announce it to the group.”
“Fuc-... I mean, but... we're also... well, it's more than that.”
“Oh, right.” He inhaled audibly. “Well, I can't blame her. Or you. She's amazing.”
Spike chuckled. “She is.”
“Well, your secret's safe with me. And thank you for being cool. Just do me a favour and don't treat me any different now.”
“I won't.”
“We're cool?”
“We're cool.”
Buffy smiled to herself, taking a step back just as Bree exited the room, giving her a smile and not seeming to think she'd waited and spied on her.
When she entered the room, however, Spike could tell instantly from the look on her face. She could see it on his.
“You heard that, did you?” he asked quietly.
She tilted her head to the side, inquisitive, but it drew his full attention to her bare neck, her skin glistening, making the fading marks of his fangs much more apparent. Simply the memory of the pure ecstasy he'd felt made his head spin and it took everything he had to focus.
“You think she'll tell everyone?”
He swallowed. “I'm sorry, pet.”
Her eyes widened. “What? No, don't be. I don't mind them knowing, I just think they'll have questions we might not want to answer. Might help with them not asking you out though.”
“Well...” The corner of his mouth twitched.
“You didn't even realise that's what she was doing, did you?”
“Not right off the bat, no,” he admitted. “Hang on a minute.” He raised his eyebrows. “Darling, are you jealous?”
Her lips curled into a smile. “Not like that,” she said, taking a step towards him.
He hummed. “Like what?”
She rolled her eyes. “Like, you're mine. But I trust you. And I don't mind them knowing that I have you.”
“Want to show me off, do you?” he teased, though cut off when she took a hold of the material of his T-shirt and pulled him down by the collar to kiss him, a low moan coming from him as he moved her lips with his, though surrendering to her control helplessly. He could tell she was still fired up from her own training, her blood pumping fast, her movement still slightly Slayer-esque and she only broke away when she heard steps and soon, voices, coming down the hall.
While Spike went to get some blood, Buffy took a shower back in their room, then tried to put an outfit together that was appropriate for a chill air she had mostly felt coming from the window, though inappropriate enough for Spike taking her out. Ultimately, she settled for pair of jeans that was mostly tight but flared out at her ankles. A pair of boots, a silky black turtleneck sweater and a big furry coat.
She stepped out just as Spike made it to the other side of the door.
“Well, fuck me.”
Buffy laughed. “Later.”
Spike flashed her a grin, wiggling his eyebrows. “Counting on it. I'll be two minutes.”
He was a few more, but stepped out with his hair still slightly damp, a pair of dark blue jeans, his black boots, a dark grey jumper and his leather coat. He smelled lovely. “You look handsome, Big Bad.”
“You look stunning, my love.”
She grinned back at him and took his arm, following him down the hall and out into the night, staying close to his side, her head leaned against his arm.
He took a deep inhale through his nose as they stepped out the door and looked around.
“You've not been in a while?”
Spike shook his head. “No, but I reckon I still know the best pub,” he told her. “Get something bloody great to eat as well.”
She was curious, intrigued by him leading the way, she suspected this would tell her much more than simply asking him questions about where he came from. “Has it changed much? I mean, obviously, it's changed, but... what do you think?”
“Since I grew up here?” he asked, looking at her from the side, the heels of her boots clicking on the pavement.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “How does it feel?”
He was surprised by her question, had to take a moment. He realised that not only had it been a while since he'd been in London, it was also the first time back home since getting back his soul.
“Spike?”
He cleared his throat. “Sorry, pet,” he said quickly. “I just... well, I feel different, for the first time I'm really back here the same way I was when I grew up here. Like, my soul.”
She watched him closely. “Oh, right,” she said. “Does it feel like... coming home?”
He pursed his lips. “I... yeah.” He swallowed. “I've brought... William home.”
“Y-You...” She stopped herself. Though she had known two vampires, loved two vampires, that had regained their souls, she felt it had confused her more than it had taught her about the matter. While Angelus had always seemed to have been quite the opposite to Angel, Spike's – at the lack of a better word – soul had not made as impactful of a difference. Spike had loved her, cared for her and Dawn and even her friends without his soul. The Spike she knew and what she knew of William had never seemed like opposites. And the more he let her in now, the more it seemed William had been there all along. What she'd learned about vampires from the beginning was that a demon replaced the human and the soul, which implied that the soul returning exiled the demon from the human body and it had always seemed that way with Angel. Spike, however, had not been replaced by William, nor did it seem like the demon had ever fully been able to get rid of William.
“Buffy?”
“I'm listening,” she told him.
“No, I didn't say anything, you just... went quiet. What's on your mind?”
He was leading her down into an underground station, clearly having determined it was too far to walk to where he wanted to take her. “It's hard to put into words,” she said. She had no idea how he felt talking about it, despite him having told her she could ask him anything.
He smiled. “I'm listening, pet.”
She tilted her head to look back up at him. “I'm worried about upsetting you,” she told him honestly.
He raised his eyebrows. “Hey, I'm okay. I'm sure it's fine.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, taking a deep breath. She followed him further into the station until they were stood on the platform, waiting for the next train.
“I promise, princess.”
She pressed her lips together, sticking close to his side, now avoiding his eyeline, instead resting her cheek against the cool leather of his sleeve. “I never quite understood how it works, with the demon and the soul and all when becoming a vampire,” she said. “I thought I did, but it seems more complicated.”
“How d'you mean?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head which made her hold on to his arm tighter.
“You say you've brought William home,” she mumbled. “You have your soul and I always thought that meant you'd become who you were before you were turned, plus fangs.”
Spike chuckled at her choice of words, though waited for her to continue.
“But you didn't change that drastically when you came back with your soul. You didn't just bring back a stranger to my house that hasn't lived since the late 19th century. You're Spike. My Spike.” She paused. “Right?”
He could hear the doubt in her voice, the fear that he had brought a stranger back to be with her in his place, that the man she loved was not who she thought he was. “Look at me.”
She did as he asked, loosening her grip on his arm and drawing back to focus on his face, the look in his eyes instantly calming her, gentle, reassuring.
“To be honest, I never fully understood how it worked. But I can tell you how it was for me. The moment I was changed, I felt liberated. And I don't know if it were the human memories, but I was William, without a soul, but still the same man, I cared about my mother, I wrote poetry and I loved so strongly, as I told you, stronger even than before. I felt freed to do what William had done. Not commit violence, but to break from the restrictions of society. When I went to get my soul back, the process was agony, though nothing compared to having to process what I'd done without it. It destroyed me, drove me mad. But I was already good, I'd tried to be at least, for you. But I knew when I tried to... force myself on you... that I couldn't truly be good in the way you deserved. Not without a soul. I don't think I brought back William, I brought back the true humanity in me that he had, that separates soulless vampires from anyone with a soul.”
She nodded, hung on to his every word, jumping when she heard the train approaching, the light becoming brighter from the tunnel and they waited for people to come out onto the platform before Spike led her to board the train, looking around and sliding into the only seat at the far end of the row, before she could protest pulling her swiftly into his lap.
Buffy squealed, almost embarrassed at her reaction, though then felt him bury his face against her neck, his lips pressed to the skin just behind her ear and she realised there was nothing to be worried about. No one knew her on this train, she looked good, made up for their date, the man in whose lap she sat irresistible – to everyone around her, and the feeling sank in even for herself, she was a normal girl, they were like any other couple, out for a date, in love and unable to keep their hands off each other even in public.
Slowly, she relaxed, into the touch of his hands on her, the feeling of his lips. “What're you doing?” she whispered, moving her hand to intertwine her fingers with his, resting on her thigh.
“Feeling so bloody lucky, love,” he mumbled.
She couldn't see his face, but she knew his eyes were closed, his expression soft, at peace, but the depth of his voice was dangerous, made her skin tingle. She had a way with words, with his tone, but right now, she wasn't entirely sure he was aware of it. “What would William think about this?”
His low chuckle was close to her ear. “Fuck, love, he wouldn't know what to do with you.”
Buffy tipped her head back, just enough to be able to look at him, his arm tightened around her. “How so?” she asked, blinking back at him. If it was as he said, she was even more eager to find out about his past, his human past, how William wasn't gone, how he was a part of her Spike.
“Would cum right in his pants just from you sat like that.”
Her face flushed, though no one around them seemed to pay much attention to them, his voice only audible to her. “Spike-”
“He'd be in awe of you, love,” he added, not letting her doubt him. “Even more than I am now.”
She felt his lips against her skin as he spoke, nuzzled into her neck again, making her head spin.
“I don't think he could handle you.”
Despite his words, he knew that he had her at his mercy, knew exactly how little it would take to have her weak for him, but there were too many people, their stop was approaching, but when it did, it was him that needed a moment to compose himself with how she rocked into his lap when the train came to a halt and he stuck close to her when he indicated for her to get up and she led the way onto the platform, turning around to him for directions only for her back to collide with the wall, his lips on hers, eager, all-consuming and she melted, the touch of his hand on her ass hidden, her fingers clutching his jacket to keep him close.
She revelled in the feeling, the intensity, the shameless devotion, a large smile plastered across her face when he drew back, took her hand, looked up at her as they stood on the escalator, her one step above him, her fingers brushing through his hair.
“You happy, pet?”
She pressed her lips together, nodding. “Very.”
“Yeah?”
Buffy sighed. “I feel like a normal girl.”
He beamed back at her. He knew it was what she wanted, that the now shared responsibility of Slayer duties was the main reason that had made this possible, but there was also her unapologetic way of doing what she wanted now and hell, he couldn't get enough of it. And if he could help, he would do anything he possibly could.
They exited the station and back in the street, he saw the pub he'd been headed for across the street. “It's still there,” he said, squeezing her hand as they crossed to the other side, his free hand pushing the door open and letting her go ahead before following.
“Sit down, love, and I'll get us some drinks,” he told her, nodding towards a table further in the back.
“And you promised food?”
“Trust me to order for you?”
She pretended to think for a moment, then nodded. “Mm.” She got on her tiptoes, pecked his lips, then strode to the table he'd indicated, shuffling out of her coat before she sat.
He watched her go, missed her even for the moment, the feeling of her lips lingering on his, making him crave her more.
Buffy watched as he walked up the bar, then let her eyes wander to take in the space. It was every bit what she expected, resembled the Bronze in the ways that she knew were the few things Spike had appreciated about it. There was a pool table further in the back, drinks lining the walls behind the bar and it smelled of whisky and smoke, but she figured the main reason he liked the place was the vintage looking photos on the wall, mainly musicians, old Hollywood actors. But most of all, the music that was playing, currently, The Ramones, if she wasn't mistaken. All of it screamed Spike and though it would not have been her date destination of choice, she would not have had it any other way, loved the confidence he radiated when he was fully comfortable, the strut as he approached, the way he nodded his head to the tune, glasses in hand, it was all she had been desperate to see, especially after having dragged him here to work with the Council.
“What's this?” she asked as a tall glass was placed in front of her.
“Strawberry and lime cider, princess,” he said. “Trust me, you'll like it.”
Buffy couldn't deny that it sounded nice, she did trust him, raising her glass and looking up at him.
He smirked, picking up his own pint and letting their glasses meet in the middle, his eyes locked on hers. “Cheers, love.”
She smiled back at him, taking a curious sip, despite having believed him pleasantly surprised. She hummed, instantly taking a second sip, beaming back at him. “This is good.”
He pursed his lips, wiggling his eyebrows knowingly. “I know what you like, baby.”
She rolled her eyes, though brought her leg to touch his under the table, leaning back in her seat. “I can see why you like it here,” she said. “It's very you.”
“I used to come here a lot. In the 70s.”
Buffy nodded.
“We're not that far from where I used to live either. Before I turned, I mean. Nothing looks the same, of course,” he added.
“Nothing?”
“Well, once I saw there was a bit of green, it's not a park anymore where it used to be. Where I used to come and write.”
“Poetry?” she asked.
Spike nodded, taking another sip from his beer. “Well, yeah.”
“Do you still...”
He raised an eyebrow. “Write poetry?” He knew what she meant, but he needed the moment to consider what to say carefully.
She nodded again, waiting patiently, placing her elbows on the table, her face in her palms.
Her full attention was on him, she hung on to his every word. It could be terrifying. “Sometimes.” He cleared his throat. “No, I mean-” He cut himself off. “I do. All the time.” There was no reason to lie to her. “Who am I kidding?” He lowered his gaze, huffing out a laugh as he shook his head at himself. “I write all the time. All about you, love.”
“Really?”
Her voice was soft and he found himself reaching for her hand over the table, her eyes focused on his when he dared to look up at her face again. “Fuck, really.” He swallowed. “Of course.” He knew what was coming.
“Will you read me some later?”
Her eyes were wide, the look on her face innocent and curious and everything in him screamed, as it always had, to never show anybody anything he wrote ever again. But she wasn't anybody. And how could he possibly deny her anything? When he said he'd do anything for her, he meant it, when he told her he was hers entirely, there were no exceptions.
“If you want,” he whispered, the look in his eyes as soft as the tone in his voice. “Buffy, anything you want.”
Justice League Meets Camp Half Blood (Batman's POV-ish)
The Batplane lands in a field nearby some tents. Superman and Wonder Woman are already talking to a handful of teens wearing Ancient Greek battle armor. Other teens work around the makeshift battle camp, sharpening weapons, preparing traps, and tending to the wounded.
“We have some scouts spying on the other army.” A tall blonde teenager informs the three adult heroes. “They should be coming back any time now.”
Superman cocks his head to the side and glances out towards the trees across the battlefield.
“Three teenagers?” He asks.
“Yeah, three of our counselors.” The teen - Malcolm, as he introduces himself, says.
“They’re sprinting this way.” Superman begins to hover slightly, “And they’re being chased by something big.”
Whipping around, Malcolm sprints towards a table that holds a mirrored shield on it. He pulls it close and demands, “Show me the stealth team.”
The shield’s surface ripples and as it clears it shows an aerial view of three teens sprinting through the forest. The shortest member is repeatedly making a hand signal as they run.
Swearing under his breath, Malcolm calls out, “Miranda! Get Ready To Activate the Vine Trap!”
A handful of teens sprint out, carrying packets of seeds. They scatter the seeds around and run back to a safe distance away, hiding amongst nearby bushes to stay out of sight.
The group of three break through the trees, running straight towards the new group. The teen in the lead holds a scroll in their hands as they sprint straight towards the scattered seeds. The other two are close behind.
Exploding out of the trees comes a large snake-like creature. It roars and spittle flies everywhere, burning away the grass where it lands. It’s intent on chasing down its prey.
“By Hera, that’s a Drakon.” Diana whispers in horror
As the monster gets close enough, the hidden teens do something and the seeds begin to grow into vines. They grasp the Drakon and it bucks, trying to throw them off.
A member of the trio turns around to watch and lets out a cheer as the Drakon stills. Then the giant head snaps up, its eyes glaring directly at the teen. They freeze, and the other two sprint past. The shortest member skids to a halt and turns back towards their friend just as the Snake HEAVES upwards, snapping the vines.
“Connor! Move!” They sprint back towards the frozen teen - Connor - and tackle him out of the way as the snake dives into the ground where they had just been.
Pulling him to his feet, the smallest teen takes off sideways across the field, dragging Connor behind them as the snake turns and gives chase.
The two shout back and forth as they run, waving their arms wildly before Connor nods and takes the lead. The other one makes sure to follow exactly where he steps.
“Holy shit.” Malcolm mutters from where he stands, “They’re going for the minefield.”
“The what?” Superman asks, concerned.
A different teen comes to stand beside Malcolm, he has a green flannel thrown over his bright orange t-shirt.
“Gods dam-it, Sky. You idiot.” He swears under his breath.
“Kayla!” Malcolm barks out, “Get the chariot and get them out of there!”
A girl with dyed hair shakes her head wildly. “The pegasi won’t go near a Drakon. They just won’t do it.”
“Shit. We gotta get them out of there.
The Drakon hits the minefield.
A Concussive blast sounds out, quickly followed by another, and another. The ground shakes and the two teens stumble but continue to sprint.
“They’re not gonna make it.” Malcolm mutters.
“They’re gonna make it.” The other blonde counters.
“They’re not gonna make it.”
“They’re gonna make it.”
“They’re not gonna make it.”
“They’re gonna — SHIT They’re not gonna make it!”
One last blast knocks the two teens off their feet.
A gust of wind is all the notice the spectators have before Superman is back, both teens in his arms. He’s trying not to make it obvious, but Batman can tell he’s looking at the shorter teen in shock.
Both kids stumble to the ground as Clark puts them down and immediately the blonde in the flannel approaches them, glowing gold.
After a few moments he leans back slightly and asks, “Can you hear me now?”
They both nod.
“Good.” He looks satisfied for a moment before his face morphs into a glare. “THEN WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?”
“Oww, do you have to shout?” The shortest one hisses.
“Skylar. Ann. Richardson.” He grinds out.
Oh no. Bruce think’s desperately, Please tell me that’s not why Clark was looking at them in shock.
“Of all the Stupid Stunts that can be pulled you choose to lead a DRAKON into the MINE FIELD????” The kid is still ranting.
Skylar pulls off their helmet to reveal an alarmingly familiar face.
“It worked, didn’t it?” She asks pointedly.
“That’s Not The Point!” Flannel shrieks. “You Almost Died!”
“We always almost die.” Connor points out.
“Do not start with me, Connor Stoll.” A finger is pointed at his chest.
“Will.” Sky leans forward and grabs Will’s hand. “We’re fine. I’m fine. We’re ok.” She glances up and balks slightly at the sight of Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman standing before them.
Blinking a few times she opens her mouth again. “….On second thought, maybe you should check me for a concussion… I think I’m hallucinating the Justice League.”
Chuckling slightly, Diana reaches out a hand and pulls her to her feet. “You are not hallucinating, young one. We have recently discovered your existence and are here to offer whatever aid we can provide.”
Link to part 1: https://hanna-water.tumblr.com/post/676087152798515200/good-enough-a-fanfic-in-two-parts-because-it
“Good enough”
Part 2
Friday (christmas eve) – 4 pm
Isi stood in front of Saschas door and took a deep breath before they found the courage to knock. They were holding a bottle of hot chocolate in one hand and a box full of christmas cookies in the other. Isi had spend the whole Thursday evening with baking. They had made Saschas favorite kind of cookies and wanted them to be perfect, so it took some effort. They had decided to not text Sascha before they came, because they were scared that he would just answer that he didn`t want to see them. So instead they would just try and see if he opened. Isi was certain that Sascha would be home. And he would be alone because his mom had to work at the hospital today. Isi knew that because it was the reason why her parents had invited the Belins over for dinner tomorrow instead of today. So Sascha was all alone on christmas eve… .
After three careful knocks Isi heard steps from behind the door and it slowly opened. The sight of Saschas face startled them and Sascha seemed to be equally surprised to see Isi. He looked pale and his eyes tired and slightly red…had he been crying?
“Hey.“ Sascha said. His voice sounded hoarse and his expression was a mix of sadness and confusion. „Hey“ Isi answered and held up the bottle and the cookie-box. „I wanted to see if you are ok. Uuhm…Ava told me about your dad…“ When Isi mentioned the word Dad, Sascha suddenly looked down and bit his bottom lip. He looked like a lost child. Isi had not seen him like this since the day his dad had moved out and that was many years ago.
„I made cookies, your favorite ones and I also brought hot chocolate. I didn`t want you to spend christmas eve all alone.“ was all that Isi could say. Why did she never find the right words? Sascha looked at her and tried to smile but it took him so much strengh to keep it together that it broke Isis heart. It literally hurt her to see him like this. She moved to set the bottle and the box down on the stairs beside Saschas door and then she did what all of her instincts had been telling her to do since he opened the door.
She took one step forward and pulled him into a hug, resting her head on his shoulder, putting and arm around him and placing her other hand on his head. Sascha stiffened for a second but then melted into the embrace, holding tight onto Isi. He buried his face in Isis shoulder and she could feel how his lips trembled through the thin fabric of her shirt. Then a sob escaped his mouth….and another one. Sascha was crying.
“It`s ok….it`s ok to cry.“ She said softly. He was someone who always tried to keep it together and rarely had asked Isi to be there for him. She wanted him to know that he did not have to feel ashamed to show his feelings. Never.
He was shaking. Isi stood there just holding him for several minutes, patting his back, stroking his hair, trying to calm him. She had turned her head so that her nose was touching Saschas neck. When she slowly let go of him their cheeks were touching for a moment.
Sascha wiped his eyes with one hand and sniffled saying „I am sorry…I…“.
“It´s ok.“ Isi repeated. „Can I come in?“.
„Sure“ Sascha answered, still wiping his eyes but did not make an attempt to move. He was still shaken up by the outburst of his own emotions and seemed unsure about what to do but that was fine….Isi would be the one to take care of him now, he did not have to make any descisions.
Isi gently pushed him inside, then picked up the bottle and the box from the stairs and closed the door behind them. She lead Sascha to his room, gestured him to sit on the couch and started looking for a tissue. Isi had missed being in Saschas room even though it had only been a few weeks since she was here the last time. It felt like home. When she finally found a package of tissues she sat down next to Sascha and handed him one.
“What happened with your dad?“ They asked. Sascha was wiping his nose and then staring at his hands, sniffling one more time. Isi put a hand on his back to encourage him to talk but she would not put any pressure on him. She just sat there waiting.
Maybe it would help if Sascha had something to do? Isi quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed two cups. Then they opened the bottle and filled hot chocolate in both. They handed Sascha one and he smiled, truning the warm cup in his hands. Then took a sip. It did help, Sascha finally started to talk.
“First he did not want to tell me why.“ Sascha said in a low voice. „Tell you why you should not spend New Years with him?“ Isi asked. „Yes. Well, my mum did not tell me either at first but I knew something was going on.“ Sascha took a deep breath. „It`s about his new girlfriend… Anna. He wants to spend New Years and the rest of the weekend with her and her son. I would just be in the way.“
“Did he say that?“ Isi asked.
„Not that I would be in the way but it was implied. He said that it would be awkward for me because I don`t know her and her son well yet and he thought it`s better for everyone if I don`t come. Thats just bullshit. He doesn`t want me to interrupt them while they are pretending to be a happy family.“ He smiled but Isi could hear how hurt he was by the sound of his voice. Isi huddled up closer to him. „I should not be bothered you know.“ Sascha continued. „I complained so often that I wanted to spend New Years here in Berlin with my friends instead with dad and now I finally have the chance. I could even go to see your dance performance. It`s just that….. he simply….replaced me. Annas son is two years older then me and super smart…dad told me that. You should have heard how proud he sounded. He is studying architecture and just came back from a semester abroad in London. How could I ever compete with that? His loser son who left school after thenth grade to become a carpenter…“
Isi interrupted him. „Don`t say that. You are not a loser, you are awesome and if your dad can`t see that it`s his fault.“ She said.
Sascha laughed bitter. „I don`t feel awesome“ He said. „But you are.“ Isi insisted. „You are smart and funny and you work harder then anyone I know. Your music skills are so impressive and you are the best friend anyone could wish for.“ She couldn´t believe that Sascha doubted himself. Couldn`t he see how amazing he was? „But it`s still not good enough. I am never good enough. Not for my dad not for yo-…“ Sascha didn`t continue.
„Not for me? Why would you think that?“ Isi asked looking closely at Saschas face. „I will never be as cool or stylish as your fancy school friends. I was so happy when you were finally spending more time with me again during the lockdown….I thought maybe I still have a chance to be your best friend…but since that week-trip with your friends you have just ignored me, even lied to me“ Saschas eyes were getting wet again. He was fighting the tears but Isi could see them and she felt a stinging in her chest.
„I am sorry. I know I treated you like shit during the last weeks. You don`t deserve that. You have always been there for me, you were the only one who always understood me. I feel like I can be myself when I am with you. Look at me.“ Isi made sure their eyes were meeting. „I think you know you are not just a friend to me, don`t you?“ She said carefully. Sascha looked at her for a while before he answered.
“But why did you not say anything about last Friday then, during the whole week?“ It did not sound reproachfull, just like Sascha could not make sense of it. „I…I don`t know myself… . You know Finn has talked about breaking up with Zoey and how he sometimes thought they should have just stayed friends and I thought: What if I lose you too? What if I mess everything up and I lose my best friend? I can`t imagine not having you in my life“ Now Isi was the one who felt a lump in their throat while speaking. Sascha slowly nodded. Isi continued. „It`s not because I thought you are not good enough. Actually, if I ever have a boyfriend, I wish he would be exactly like you.“
“yeah…?“ Sascha asked and the corner of his mouth twitched.
„Yeah.“ Isi said determined.
They looked into each others eyes and suddenly without even realizing that she was moving Isi leaned forward and placed her lips on Saschas. Her lips moved very slowly as Sascha slightly opened his mouth, welcoming the kiss. His lips felt so soft and warm. Their noses were touching and Isi felt Saschas fingers on her cheek, then they ran down her neck, just gracefully touching it. Their lips parted and Isi kept her eyes shut to save this moment. A warm feeling spread in her chest. This felt so right. It did not feel awkward or uncomfortable, there was nothing unsettling about it. It felt as if she did exactly what she was supposed to do. As she opened her eyes again, she saw Sascha smiling at her. It was a different smile. As if he could not believe what had just happened. Isi returned it and and they did not move for what felt like minutes…just looking at each other in awe. He was so beautiful.
When Sascha tilted his head, Isi felt like it was the right moment and leaned in one more time. Their lips found each other again and the kiss was deeper then before, more passionate. It was new to both of them so they did not know which way to tilt their heads and their noses kept bumping into each other. It was imperfect and clumsy but that didn`t matter. Tingles spread through all of Isis body and she cupped Saschas cheeks with both of their hands. She did not want this kiss to stop. Sascha pulled her closer so that their bodies where touching.
When they finally let go of each other they were both breathing heavy and their cheeks were blushed. They both looked happy. Isi laughed shyly and said „well…“.
Sascha grinned too, reached his hand out and tucked a dark curl behind her ear. „Well…?“ he said and raised his eyebrows.
“Should we….eat some of the cookies?“ Isi offered. „yes please“ Sascha answered and grabbed the box to place it on his lap. Isi cuddled up to his side. „Let me put some music on.“ Sascha reached for his phone. „Aurora?“ He asked „always.“ Isi said.
This was the best christmas ever.
❤ ❤ ❤
Short explanation: Ok so the build up and scenes between Lydia and Parrish are so ridiculously beautiful. It would have made sense for them to kiss in almost every scene they had together in season 5. And after rewatching the series, I have to say, out of all the secenes the perfect moment would have been when they tried to stop Parrish from leaving in season 5 episode 19 (after Parrish saved Lydia in Eichen from screaming herself to death and Lydia was there for him when Gerard & Chris triggered his Hellhound side in that freezer object thing). So to make a point, to show how the scene could and should have gone, here it is, shortly written:
Season 5 Episode 19 - „The Beast of Beacon Hills“
Parrish turned towards his car, when he heard another car arriving. It was Lydias.
Lydia stepped out of the car, running. She stopped a few steps away from Parrish.
He looked angry. "You're out of your mind, you know that?"
"You can't leave" - she said, breathing heavily. She tried to look strong, but it was hard to hide her panic.
"I cant stay! Enough people died. The last thing you need is another harbinger of death."
"Yes, we do. We need you."
He didnt know what to say. He was trying to come up with another good reason to leave.
After a brief pause, Lydia finally found the courage to say: "I need you."
Parrish looked bewildered, like he couldnt believe what was happening.
She overcame the short distance that was left between them, whilst she ran and stumbled into his arms at last, and kissed him.
She kissed him with all her passion and love. She didnt want to lose him.
After standing there paralyzed for a few seconds, Jordan eventually realized what was happening.
He put his hand around her waist and pulled her closer. She held his neck. Everything felt right.
With each kiss they melted more and more into each other.
Parrish almost set himself on fire, controlling it, knowing he would never want to hurt her. He caressed her face.
After a while they slowly pulled away while looking at each other. "Is this another dream?" he asked, with both a small amount of fear and hope at the same time.
Lydia smiled, figuring that he probably already had dreamed about this happening.
"No. This is real." she said softly.
She felt their supernatural connection now more than ever, she knew she was the one person who could convince him to stay.
"Stay, Jordan. Fight with me. Fight with us. We have to be united to win this battle."
He was in awe of her radiating energy, inspired by her every word and action. It was much more than just their supernatural connection.
He loved her. And she loved him.
Without having to say a word, he smiled at her confirmingly, with his eyes glowing like a flame. He was ready to fight with her. To fight for her.
Sheriff Stilinski silently stood waiting by his car, awkwardly, but visibly happy that Parrish would stay.
"The Hellhound and the Banshee, fighting side by side." The Sheriff said, relieved. "Im finally not worried anymore."
He was opening his cars drivers door. "Now lets get this beast."
- The End.
Note: But the things they say in the original scene also arent too bad, especially for the plot and for him understanding his hellhound side, so I had in mind that there could be a scene afterwards in the car where they drive back into town and talk about those things. So...
Bonus: Car ride (scene afterwards)
Parrish was playing around with his deputy badge the sheriff gave back to him.
"Remember back when you started working at Stilinskis sheriffs station?"
Parrish nodded.
"You said you felt drawn to Beacon Hills."
Jordan looked up from the badge, listening attentively.
"I think you're here for a reason." Lydia said with sheer confidence.
"And its not do predict death, like me. I think its... to protect everyone."
Jordan had a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"I think that I predict, so that you can protect. You protect the superatural."
Jordan looked down on his badge. "To protect and serve."
Lydia smiled, she felt it. He did it. He is at peace with his identity, his true self. Both sides of it.
After leaving TGOEM, Persephone is building a new life. The plan is clear. Make work friends. Get a full-time job at Underworld Corp. Above all else, avoid those pesky, feelings for Hades. Her world is turned upside down when out of nowhere, the king transforms into his childhood self.
For a single, harried day, Hades doesn't need a Shade Coordinator. He needs a babysitter.
“Is that all I am to you?” she asked, trying and failing to hide the desperation in her voice. “Your Queen?”
Jon sighed heavily, his deep brown eyes full of emotion. “Dany, I...”
“Shh,” she whispered as she slowly closed the distance between them. She tentatively brushed her lips against his, desire tangling with the nagging fear that he would once again reject her.
In the next instant his hands were around her waist, pulling her body flush as he deepened the kiss, claiming her mouth with his. Time stood still as she savored his taste, the warmth and fullness of his lips, the realization that perhaps she hadn’t lost everything after all.
When they finally parted, he didn’t let go, but cradled her in his arms, his warm embrace filling her with a sense of comfort and reassurance. “I love you,” he said, his warm breath ghosting against her ear. “You’re the Queen I choose to follow and the Queen of my heart.”
Today, I’m thinking about how mad I am that Kit wasn’t Madam Lulu when Olaf and his troupe got to Caligari Carnival. He even says “Madam Lulu I can see you live up to your reputation. We should have come sooner.” BUT WHAT IF HE HAD?! It would have been Kit, not Olivia. What I wouldn’t give to see that…. Like, would he immediately recognize her despite the heavy accent and dark makeup? Or would it take a few of her mannerisms and expressions to slip out through her disguise for him to be like “OH MY FUCKING GOD.”
Like right here, for instance. What if the moment he had touched her hands (if it had been Kit), he'd realized who she was.
And while Kit was coaching Olivia on how to be Madam Lulu, she had to have given her a bit of “here’s what you should do if Olaf comes to the carnival.” I get a sick twisted sense of amusement at the idea of Kit telling Olivia, “just play into his ego. flatter him and compliment him… oh and if you can manage, squeeze in some insults to Esmé.” I mean, Olivia was laying it on thick. She had to have gotten some coaching from Kit.
aaaaaand on that line of thinking... if he had realized it was Kit, what do you think Olaf would have done when Esme wanted "Madam Lulu" thrown to the lions?
