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epicwrites​:

“Oh please, by all means,” Noah gestured towards the closed door where he’d left the man behind. “Be my guest.” Even if it didn’t end up doing them any good by way of information, he was sure Joslyn would enjoy herself. It was a bit of a morbid form of pleasure, but that was neither here nor there. 

He sighed as she read right through him, giving her a look before turning away to grab a bottle of liquor from the cabinet. He filled a couple glasses before wandering back over to his sister and offering her one. “We know nothing about them.”

“Oh really?” Joslyn’s face lit up with pure unadulterated joy a the very idea and the realized her brother was probably just messing with her and she’d clearly given away a bit too much about how excited the idea made her. “Don’t tempt me.” She muttered trying to regain that cool Joslyn Blackwell demeanor. As she had expected he was stressed. “I mean you could let me kill one of them original ones and see what happens? I can find out all of sorts of things real quick if you and Mags would just... let me.” 

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splendiclsuns​:

“We didn’t do anything terrible, Han,” Chandler said, raising his eyebrows. “You have no faith. We just spent a lot of time searching through my garage, spent maybe 10 minutes fishing, and then just hung out instead. Fishing is very boring, don’t know how Pops does it.” 

“Ten minutes fishing?” Hannah said with a chuckle as she shook her head. “Sounds about right. Did you at least have a little fun?” She asked with a small crinkle in her nose. “Ya think he enjoyed it because of the peace and quiet. I mean five kids at home? Who could blame him?”

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Sloan chuckled and ran a hand through her hair, pulling the ponytail out as she went, letting out a sigh of relief as her scalp relaxed. “You’re right, it would have been enjoyable seeing you eat concrete, but as I’m a nice person, I’m gonna say I’m glad you’re still on both feet.” She winked and bumped him with her hip. At his words, she raised her eyebrows in agreement, “I know that well. I keep thinking I should go on like some soul searching retreat, but then I realize that sounds bogus so.”

Dash pursed his lips for a long moment fighting back the urge to laugh but he couldn’t hold it back any longer and the laugh escaped his lips. “Why are you lying?” He teased her. I mean sure Sloan was a nice person but they’d known each other forever so seeing slight physical harm done to him was probably funny at this point. Like an annoying brother. “Ah yes a soul searching retreat, that sounds nice. Do you think they’d let me bring two kids along for that. Maybe a brother, a sister, a couple cousins too?”

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ofstardustandmoonbeams​:

He sighed and lowered his hands, keeping the distance between them even though every bone in his body was screaming to wrap her in his arms. “You’re right, for what it’s worth I should be long dead.” Jack eyed the barrel of her gun, before continuing. Prove it. Jack knew it would take more than a few platitudes to convince her, so he thought for a moment, his memories settling on something even he’d almost forgotten. “The first night we met, I tried to buy you a drink at Hair of the Dog and you told me no. I had half a mind to leave it alone, but you came back up to me later and pulled me outside. I just remember how you were so in control and knew exactly what you wanted, so I let you lead.”

He shifted his weight on his feet, careful to not make any sudden movements as he continued, “That was the first night you came back to my place and I’m pretty sure that was the moment I fell in love with you. You could kick my ass then and you could kick my ass now but it was always you.” He lifted his shirt and turned slightly, showing off the scars on his back. “We once laid there and you asked me about each of my scars, where they all came from. But this one,” He gestured to a scar about an inch long above his waistband, “This one, I got when we went on a mission and I got thrown from a car and the driver shot me. You patched me up before you threatened to shoot me yourself if I wasn’t more careful.”

Lucy knew her reasonable mind was going to have a hard time wrapping itself around this. People didn’t come back from the dead, it just wasn’t how life worked. Not for Lucy anyways. Things like this were final and yet, the only man she’d probably ever loved was standing before and she just couldn’t help that feeling of hope that started creeping its way up into her chest as he spoke. She felt like she was holding her breath as he recounted the night they met. She tried to keep her expression neutral despite the the mirade of emotions that seemed to be running through her right now. 

Watching as he lifted his shirt and showed his scars, her mind went back to all those times they talked about each one they held. The physical and the emotional ones. There weren’t a lot of people Lucy let see her like that. She couldn’t help it now, despite her normal level of doubt, she knew that this was him. “Jake?” Lucy finally said releasing that breath she’d been holding since he started talking and her face broke from its neutral expression and she dropped her arms to her side, feeling the gun slip from her fingers but her body couldn’t move from where she stood.

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Sloan put her hand to her chest as she felt her heartbeat start to slow and she couldn’t help the unladylike snort that escaped her lips at his words and the shriek he’d let out. “That kind of goes without actually saying, right? Seriously, I’m not kidding when I say I’m gonna get you a bell to wear. You’d think for such a big ass man you’d make more noise.” She shoved her keys into the pocket of her jean shorts and sighed. “I’m sorry for almost clothes lining you.” 

She furrowed her brows as she shot him a look of confusion. “What’s drug you out of the house so late?”

Dash gave that puppy dog grin of his and shrugged his shoulders innocently. “What can I say, I’m pretty nimble.” He joked as he bounced from one foot to another. He gave her a skeptical look with a grin and a raised eyebrow. “Are you really? I mean I feel like you would have gotten a lot of joy out of laying me flat on my ass?” He teased her, knowing full well that she could in fact do that to him, a grown ass man. “Ah just needed to clear my head, ya know how I can get all wrapped up in there some times.”

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ofstardustandmoonbeams​:

“Knowing that there are more hybrids out there is extremely concerning, especially knowing just how far the Clave is willing to go still remains to be seen.” Gideon’s heart broke for both Cresswell sisters. Over the last few years, they’d both gone through so much more than either of them deserved to bear the burden of. “I know me being around wouldn’t have made a difference, but knowing that…” He paused, steadying his voice before continuing, “It’s not Cassie’s fault that any of this happened. But you’re right, it makes sense they would let her go because they wanted to.”

He ran a hand across the back of his neck and shifted in his seat, sighing softly. “It’s all just so frustrating. Having them be one step ahead no matter what we do. Hindsight is 20/20 but God I wish someone had taken Cecile out in the beginning.”

“Its clear the originals are on edge, the one promise I made Daralis was that Cassie wouldn’t make any more hybrids and they promise her protection.” Now Issy wasn’t sure where things stood and she knew that if it came down to it she would use every power at her arsenal to protect Cassie even if it meant going to head to head with originals. “I just wish....” Issy’s hands clenched in frustration and her jaw clenched. “I just wish one time, one time that we could get the upper hand on these assholes. At every turn they’ve bested us, we have god damn originals on our side, I’m the god damn supreme and we can’t manage to stop them?” Issy said feeling the anger physically manifest as sparks at her fingers tips and she had to take a few deep breathes to calm herself. “I don’t know what we have to do to make this right.” 

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“Six months…” She whispered again, her mind turning back to just how long she’d been held by the Clave. She pulled her legs in, curling in on herself subconsciously at just the thought of leaving town. She’d been the one to originally suggest it but now – actually picturing it – leaving Hollow Grove sounded terrifying. “Maybe…maybe I can do that.” She agreed without making it clear which one of Issy’s ideas she was considering because the longer the idea sat with her the more she knew she couldn’t commit to any of them any time soon. “Will you stay here with me? I don’t…” She didn’t want to be alone. Not now, not any time soon.

Issy watched as her little sister made herself small and she hated the very sight of it, hated everything it represented and all she wanted to do was help but she didn’t know how at this point. “When you’re ready, you say the word and I’ll make it happen okay. I’ll have Danver’s twins get to work on tracking them down and making sure they’re at least taken care of in the mean time okay?” Issy said reassuring Cassie this would be taken care of. Issy reached out and took Cassie’s hand. “Of course I’ll stay, whatever you need Cass. I’m here.”

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splendiclsuns​:

“Fishing,” he nodded, thinking about the last time he’d done that. “Did your husband ever tell you how that worked out for us the last time?” 

“Um, no he did not.” Hannah paused, eye narrowing at her brother. “Do I even want to ask what happened? Or is it better if I don’t know?”

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epicwrites​:

Send me ⛈for a starter of your character having just tortured someone (Sophia or Joslyn) @unapolcgetically​

Torturing answers out of someone wasn’t exactly Noah’s style. Not usually, anyway. But desperate times sometimes called for desperate measures, and the spread of hybrids left Noah anxious and frustrated. Thus, he was sinking to primitive measures of knuckles against skin and fracturing bones to obtain the answers he desired.

Not that it was really working out. No matter what he’d done to the Clave member they’d managed to capture the man’s lips remained sealed, no matter how much blood was spilled or bones were broken. There was still blood coating his knuckles as he stepped out of the room with nothing short of a growl, the door slamming shut behind him.

“I don’t think he’ll be talking any time soon,” he scowled, eyeing Joslyn across the room.

Joslyn sat there, listening as her brother took care of the clave member and frankly she was a bit jealous. Torturing idiots was kind of her favorite thing, sadistic as she was. “Are you sure?” Joslyn said looking more than eager. “I mean I’d be happy to go in there try a few other things if you’d like? “ For Joslyn it was a game. getting information would just be an added bonus. “Its been a while since I’ve seen you get your hands dirty like that. This hybrid thing really has you strung up huh?”

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“Has anyone told you how great you are today?” She half-teased, but really, an old friend was definitely something Dot always needed around. She immediately took a sip of the coffee once it was in hand, and humming a bit in appreciation. Dot quickly side stepped to avoid the oncoming assault of her twins, Destiny and Delaney certainly loved Austin. The girls squealed, and then squealed some more when they saw the puppies, running up and somehow managing to hug him and grab a puppy. All Dot did was shake her head and laugh a little. “Oh, I was just goin’ through some old boxes that got buried away in the move. Most seem to be pictures and old things of mine or the girls.”

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“Today? Well at least three times at this point. Ya know the ladies down at bushels they really like to sugar ya up. Which might explain how I end up walking out of there with so much stuff. They might be charmin me for all the wrong reasons.” Austin joked and he was eager to see the twin. He welcomed the hug, handing each their puppy before smiling up at Dot. She had been through so much and she’d ended up with these two great gifts and Austin was happy that she had them even if it meant she had to bare this terrible divorce that came with it. “Well I can be your muscle if you need me to haul any of that stuff. Antics, garbage, I can even help put some of those pictures up if you want to. Put me to work.” He offered as he stood back up.

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southcrnsweets​:

“Sure am.” No point in lying to her, he made it very clear that he was always aiming to get under her skin. Now every single time she ever mentioned him shirtless in even the slightest of negative ways, he’d be reminding her of that little comment. “Bartender, huh? We’ll see how long that nickname lasts.” He only chuckled, and shook his head. Normally, he’d use one hand to hold onto the girl’s arms around her, but he knew Lexa wasn’t stupid enough to loosen her arms during their ride. It was easy for him to zone out the entire ride over, but he was constantly aware of Lexa’s tight grip on his waist. Once stopped, he kicked the stand down and waited for Lexa to climb off before following after. “As if this isn’t the firs time you’ve been on my bike, Princess.” But Dean couldn’t help but chuckle at the way she looked, standing there in his helmet and her pretty dress. It… well, it made him feel a bit odd but Dean wasn’t dwelling on that. “You can take it off know, you know.” He finally teased, stepping up close to her and tapping the helmet gently.

“Probably about as long as Princess will,” Lexa said with a small hair flip. He knew how much she hated that nickname. At least she thought she hated that nickname. Maybe it was a love to hate kind of thing. Whatever it was, there was something about Dean that just kept her coming back for more despite her complaints and protests on the matter. Glancing up as he climbed off the bike she bit her lip, god damn him for looking so good on that damn death trap. “Don’t remind that this is becoming a habit.” she said shaking her hand at him and then suddenly realizing she was wearing the dorky looking helmet. Looking alarmed she pulled the helmet off quickly, flipping her head over to ruffle her hair before flipping it back and standing up straight as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I knew that,” she muttered under breath as she looked back him. She hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten until she’d stood back up and her breath caught in her throat. Leaning up on her tip toes she kissed him, just enough to tease him before pulling back just slightly and biting her bottom lip, her hand on his chest. “I certainly didn’t come over here to stand on your front lawn Mathews,” she muttered giving his shirt a gentle tug. 

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ofstardustandmoonbeams​:

Jack should have known Lucy wouldn’t take him at face value. She’d been trained better than that and he couldn’t blame her. To Lucy, Jack was long dead. Sometimes Jack wished he had actually died because there were days he couldn’t bare to be alone anymore, but thoughts of the blonde in front of him gave him the motivation to carry on. He was head over heels and in the aftermath, it became apparent that love was the main thing keeping him going. He was only slightly taken aback when she lunged at him and he tried to fight her off without hurting her, as he moved to put distance between them. 

He held one of his hands up as a white flag before moving the other carefully to his waistband, unholstering the gun on his hip and laying it gently on the floor. Jack knew there was a strong chance she’d shoot him if she could, but he wasn’t going to give her extra reasons to distrust him. “Luce… it’s really me, I swear.” He dropped the hand that was in the air and let it fall loosely to his side. “I know it’s hard to believe but I’m not here to hurt you. Sophia told me where you were.”

Watching this man with Jack’s face set his gun on the ground, Lucy’s mind went into over drive, she couldn’t process what was happening. This couldn’t be Jack. Jack was dead. She knew he was dead. This couldn’t be him. Why wasn’t he attacking her though? She couldn’t let herself believe that this was Jack, that would mean letting her guard down. Pulling her gun out she stood there staring him down. “Jack is dead. So who the hell are you?” Lucy said through gritted teeth and she wasn’t sure she could pull the trigger but she wasn’t about to show that hint of doubt to an enemy who was trying to use the face of the man she loved. “If you’re Jack, prove it.” 

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ofstardustandmoonbeams​:

As Issy spoke, Gideon could feel the rage increasing, the thought of Cassie being used to create more hybrids when she’d sworn she never would. He took a deep breath to steady himself, his anguish at not being there to help and his anger at the Clave at war against each other. He understood the pain Issy must have been feeling, knowing that Cassie was out there, hurt. Gid hated that he hadn’t been there for either of them. He hadn’t just failed Cassie, he’d failed Issy too. When he fell for Cassie, he knew Issy was part and parcel. 

“At the… at the fucking peace summit? I swear these people have no souls. Everywhere I ended up while helping Dara it was like they knew where we were going to be.” He reached out and wrapped his hand over Isabelle’s, giving it a light squeeze. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help. Either of you. And I’m sorry I wasn’t around to help find her. I would have been home a hell of a lot sooner.”

It was hard to run through it again. I reminded Issy of just how much she’d failed Cassie in all of this. All she had ever wanted was to keep Cassie safe and she failed over and over again. “They wanted to squash the whole thing. They failed but who knows what they have planned after what they put Cassie through. Who knows how many hybrids there are no.” Issy said shaking her head. “And Cassie....” She paused with a sad expression. “She’s beating herself up so much, she never wanted to make anymore hybrids and now this.” Issy didn’t know how to make this right. “You don’t have to apologize, I don’t know if any of it would have mattered. I almost think we only found her because they wanted us to.” 

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ofstardustandmoonbeams​:

Starter Call for Dash Hastings ( @unapolcgetically)

Things hadn’t been easy the last few years and Sloan felt way beyond her years. If she were honest, the whole ‘being human while surrounded by supernaturals’ was starting to take it’s toll, but she was determined to stay human. Besides once they were finally done with the Clave for good, maybe she’d get a decent nights sleep again. 

She’d just closed up shop at Hair of the Dog when she sensed someone else’s presence and tensed up before throwing out an arm to clothesline them, stopping her arm from connection when she realized it was Dash. “I swear, I’m gonna get you a fucking bell. Jesus Christ, Hastings.”

Dash needed a run to clear his mind. He hadn’t given the time a second thought until he’d spotted Sloan getting ready to leave Hair of the Dog. He thought it would be funny to scare her but clearly he was wrong. “JESUS!” Dash yelled like a little girl throwing up his hands when she almost hit him. “I feel like you’ve been waiting your whole life to do that.”

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twihardingrp​:

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Jamie was so happy that his relationship with Lexa was getting another chance; not romantically, but he missed having her in his life as a friend. For so long, she was one of his best friends. She helped him through so much with his mom. He was still nervous though, when she agreed to go have lunch with him. He didn’t know why. Maybe he was just nervous that he would somehow mess everything up. That would be his luck. “You look great, as always.” He smiled. “Alright, so what are you getting?” He pulled up the menu of The Whole Enchilada, even though he always had the same thing. 

It felt a little bizarre to be having a meal with her her ex boyfriend but she felt like she and Jamie were on track to mending things, that maybe, just maybe they could be friend after everything.Taking a seat she looked down at the menu as if she hadn’t been coming here her whole life. “Thank you, this is a new dress.” She said proudly. She looked guilty for a moment as she looked back up from the menu. “I’ve been ordering the same darn thing since I was eight.” Chicken enchiladas and she didn’t care if she got messy. “I feel like I should get outside my box but why ruin a good thing at the same time. I mean this is a real dilemma I got here.” She teased.

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southcrnsweets​:

closed for @unapolcgetically​ ( lexa & mckenzie )

“Ah, Lexa.” McKenzie greeted, forced smile all to clear on her face. “Tell me, is it true you were seen at Hogtied alone? Dear, you should have called me, nothin’ sadder than a lonely girl at a bar.” Did she have room to talk? Not at all, but McKenzie did it anyway.

Lexa had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. “McKenzie,” Lexa said with a fake smile. “Its so good to see ya sugar.” She lied through her teeth. “Oh goodness, is that what they’re saying. I can’t imagine why but what I can say they do love to talk about me. Even when its not true,” she knew damn well it was true but she’d never admit that. “But I mean you’re so desperate for a girls night all you had to do was say something, doll. I’d be happy to go out with ya.” She said as if she was taking pity on the girl.

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southcrnsweets​:

The shit grin on his face was pretty hard to miss, Dean taking full advantage of the fact that she finally admitted to liking the sight of him shirtless. “Ah, I see, so it’s not my lack of a shirt that’s the problem, it’s the venue?” It was exactly what he wanted to hear, and he wasn’t sure why she was feeding his ego tonight, but Dean wasn’t complaining either. Then again, that may be part of the reason she was so hard to keep off his mind. Not that he’d admit that either. “Maybe.” That’s all she got too, and he was sure that’s all he needed. Dean wasn’t really the type to admit much, so he damn sure wasn’t going to tell her what that pout did, but he was sure she could assume it. He waited to start the bike until she climbed on, chuckling a bit and shaking his head at her comment. “Live a little, Princess.” Because who would he be if he didn’t latch onto every chance to make fun of her or poke in some way. Dean revved up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, kinda thankful he didn’t live too far from the bar as he started down the road.

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“God you’re going to make me regret ever saying that aren’t you.” Lexa said with an annoyed little eye roll and that pout was back as she shook her head. He was never going to let her live that comment down but I guess it wasn’t exactly a false statement and no matter how many times she told herself she wouldn’t do this again, here she was on the back of his bike going home with him. “I’m on the bike aren’t I, bartender?” She pointed out jabbing him in the side teasingly. Wrapping her arms around him tightly as he took off she tried to fight the urge to hold her breath and she buried her face against Dean’s back just breathing in the scent of his cologne until the bike came to a stop and she felt like she could breath properly. Loosening her hold on Dean she tried to regain her composure. “Well look at that we didn’t die. Good work, bartender.” She said batting his arm teasingly before carefully climbing off the bike. Her hands instantly went to trying to fix her dress, not realizing she was still wearing the silly helmet. Looking up at Dean she was caught off guard by how good he looked on that damn bike. This boy really was a blessing and curse all wrapped up into one and she hated that he had her feeling some kind of way.