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[neverwholelahey]

Finding Hope || mccall-on-me, stillderekhale, isaacnr14lahey

He hadn't seen Derek for a while, and he knew the guy was back in town, and he wanted to talk to him. It was why he'd snuck out of the hospital, even though he had been advised to stay. It hadn't taken him long to actually catch the former alpha's scent. However, as he followed it, it became mixed with Scott's. It both confused, and interested Isaac. It was why he continued to follow the scent and it didn't take long before he found the end of it. It was inside of Stiles house, and the only ones in there were Scott, and Derek. Or at least he thought so since he could only hear two beating hearts. 

He looked around outside, just to make sure no one saw him before he entered the house. Once inside, he could tell there had been a struggle. Things weren't where they should, and there was a few drops of blood. So when Isaac walked further into the house, he found Derek, and Scott. The latter standing over the former. "What the hell!" he burst out as he moved forward. 

[mamahybrid]

+ 4 have d a r e d to come near you

          "And exactly what are you doing all lonesome in the french quarter?" The original hybrid glanced over at the person that sat beside her, a small grin plastered on her lips.

[malfoytrash-blog]

YOU'RE DOING AN AU WHERE ALLISON IS RAPUNZEL WITH JACKSON!KANIMA  AS THE CHAMELEON AND SCOTT AS FINN?!?!?1

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[raisedtoxfight]

                              "If I had to spend another hour sucking up to that hag, I think I'd drown myself in the toilet."

            Truthfully, Cora felt very strong urges to say 'fuck it all' alarmingly often; fuck the catholic school uniforms and the worry of whether or not her make-up was always evenly applied, fuck giving everyone the impression that she was everything the american girl was supposed to be - just fuck all of this shit.

                    But good girls didn't even say fuck and, unfortunately, a life of privilege had to be worked for (unlike what a foulmouthed jock liked to imply sometimes) if Cora planned on reaping its full benefits.

            Sighing out heavily after pouring herself a glass of whiskey, Cora sat on the opposite end of the couch from her step-brother, legs crossed and feet propped up on his lap after giving his thigh a slight nudge.

                                                                        "You're going to do something for me."

[wolfsicle]

the { iron } throne;; | +scott

Preparing a campaign was not easy. 

Lord Lahey-- Isaac to his fellow friends-- was experiencing this firsthand as he tried to, without alerting his brother Lord Camden Lahey of his treason, to rise to power. Camden was a great man but not a good king. Deep down, this shadowed sibling believed he had it in him to lead their kingdom far more justly than Camden has been. 

Despite his youth of only a few summers short of twenty, Isaac believed he had seen enough to understand the plight of the peasants. After all, wasn't that where he came frm when father was Lord of the lands, an intimidating figure who vanquished his younger son to the villages.

All sevens gods were looking down at Isaac favorably on the day his father was speared through in the height of the battle. Now, Camden was running for King and Isaac, in his brother's bid for public graciousness was allowed back into the royal house. Well, he wasn't just going to sit around. 

Hearing the presence of another in his chambers, he looked up from the parchment, barely dried from his short missive. A small smirk danced across his lips as he recognized the company.

"Sir Scott. Here to inform me of my duties for the day?"