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loosely flat colored Dealia!! had the time and thought why not. i love her so much and i shouldnt. she was fun to design.

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‘Hannibal': What’s the Dealia with Bedelia?

‘Hannibal': What’s the Dealia with Bedelia?

[This post contains SPOILERS for the Hannibal season 3 premiere.] – In its season 3 premiere, ‘Antipasto[1],’ Hannibal[2] dramatically switched gears, shifting the focus away from the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit and placing it squarely on the titular cannibalistic serial killer. Aside from a brief flashback featuring a silent Jack Crawford (Laurence Fishburne), the episode exhibited a dearth of…

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THEY WOULD'VE BEEN SO BADASS TOGETHER. JEFF GIVE US FLASHBACKS OF LAURA, I NEED HER LIKE BURNING.

IKR. 

Like honestly all the Alpha/Emissary combos I wanna see 'em. 

Deaton/Talia. Laura/Marin. Kali/Julia. Scott/Stiles shhhh it's gonna happen.

Alpha/Emissary love ftw.

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So, alphainthesheets, here is my thinking. 

With Deaton and Talia, we have love unrequited. Pining, angst, romance in the grandest romantic tradition. Her loss fuels his manpain for years to come, but before that, even before the fire, she wasn't his, you know. She was her own, always, but she was also someone else's. She'd been promised the son of a neighboring pack early, so early, before he ever met her, and she mated that wolf boy. It was fine though. He could be her Emissary. He could still be close. Even now, he feels her presence through Derek and Cora, through Scott, Hale power running through his veins. Even now he smells her sometimes, before the scent of charred wood and decay replaces the sweet honeysuckle of her. 

Kali and Julia were different. From the time Julia had joined the pack, everyone knew there was something there. Something... strong. Ennis warned her, told her Julia was too smart, too sweet. There was something wrong with a woman that looked at Kali like she could be predator and prey at the same time. Kali didn't listen. They met at the New Moon, when they could both be sure the hunger was theirs alone. They fought in front of the pack; Kali was too headstrong to listen to Julia's advice, and Julia was always, always right. Still, in the wee hours when they were alone together, those violent clashes of spirit were whittled into something sharper, more dire. When Deucalion made his demand, Kali did what she had to. She didn't realize that in killing Julia, she was killing herself as well. Not until it was too late. Love, lost.

Stiles has always been Scott's safe place. Even when the influence of Peter's Alpha insanity was thrilling through his veins, Stiles had been the one he turned to, because he knew, somehow, that Stiles would help. Would fix it. Would love him anyway. Stiles went to Deaton, asked what he could do to help, to make it easier on his best friend. 

"There's something you can do, if you are willing to work," Deaton said, face neutral. 

"Anything. I'll do anything." 

"It will tie you to him, Stiles. It will connect you like nothing else can. You'll never be rid of him, even -" he stopped for breath. "Even after death." 

Stiles just smiled. "When do we start?" 

Every time Scott has fallen, Stiles has been there with him, even if all he could do was throw himself on the ground as well. It's not a surprise when they fall into one another instead. 

"Always mine, aren't you Stiles?" Scott asks, late, in the woods on a full moon. They've survived, again, persisting in the face of mortal danger as if it is their sole reason for being. 

"Always my Alpha. You're mine, Scott," Stiles says back. They do not notice if anyone hears. It does not matter. 

Love, victorious.

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Somebody come talk to me about Alpha/Emissary love stories please. <3

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If you, too, want to talk about your Deaton/Talia feelings / headcanons / pain, please contact me at your earliest convenience. 

In the meantime, I'll be sobbing in the corner.

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I want Deaton and Talia to have been a thing. 

They grew up together. She was a little older than he was, but it didn't bother either of them. They spent long days on the preserve, talking and playing. She showed him what it was like to be a wolf. He showed her what it was like to have a spark. They grew up together, and they grew up in love. 

But wolf lives are dangerous, and protecting the pack is the highest priority. Talia Hale's mother, Virginia, has been leading the pack on her own since she was 14, since her own mother was killed by hunters. The oldest Hale wolf has a responsibility to her pack, and Talia is no different. When the time comes to choose a mate, she has to choose a wolf.

They are devastated. 

There are few ways for them to be together now. Talia's mate, Bren, is a born wolf like she is. He is good and strong and kind. He makes a good father for her pups. But he is not Alan. He is not the boy she grew up with, on the edges of the river, in the woods, in the wild. And he knows that. He can smell it on her.

Deaton is more understanding than he should be, Talia thinks. She hates herself for not being stronger, for not standing up to her mother, but he comforts her. He tells her that it makes sense, that he'll love her anyway, but he can love her better like this. Apart.

He becomes an Emissary so he can help her. Talia knows he doesn't love it like he would have loved being a part of her pack, but it keeps them close, it keeps him near. She can smell the sadness on him when he comes to her at night, with Bren standing careful watch nearby. She knows she smells like it too. They pine together, in love and incapable, and it kills them both. Still, they do it. For the pack. Always for the pack. 

They drift apart some. They have to, out of self-preservation. He buries himself in his studies. He becomes a veterinarian, opens his own practice there in Beacon Hills. He enjoys the work. At night he reads. He teaches Marin what he's learning, and she learns with him. They spend hours with heads bent over books older than the grandmother who passed them down, reading languages they have no business knowing. They do not talk about who it is for. 

The night of the fire, Alan knows something is going to happen but he's not sure what, because he's still only human. He can sense something on the air, some warning in the wind that makes his skin burn and his eyes water. He tells her he needs to see her, that he has a bad feeling, something is wrong, and she says she'll try to get away, but the pack.. the pack is so large now, there is dinner to be had and homework to be done, always so much to do -

He hears the sirens long before he should, and he knows. He makes it to the Hale House, lab coat still on, and he knows. He already knows. He sees it there, smoke billowing out of the windows, charred husk of a home, and he knows. 

So he turns around. He goes home. He puts away his books, packs up his trunk, calls his sister. Tells her he's leaving. Marin doesn't know what happened, just that it was Talia, it always had to be Talia. He doesn't shed a tear, but something in him closes up that day. The light behind his eyes is gone, and Marin doesn't question it when he says, "I don't know when I'll be back, just that I will be. Wait for my call." 

She does ask him one thing: "Why would you ever come back?"

He is silent for a long time, so long she thinks he won't answer. And then he says, "If there is a pack in Beacon Hills, then it is Talia's pack. And that makes it my pack too. Wait for my call, Marin." 

He goes.