End of An Era

Wyatt LeBlanc • 30 • Werewolf Last of the Beaumont pack

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johannaxparks‌:

Coffee had never been something that Johanna craved. Something she drank out of anything more than necessity and even then she tried to avoid it altogether, the taste most of the time bitter. It was only full of creamer and sugar that she could tolerate it, on nights where she was up late on a long shift or when she didn’t want to fall asleep. The nightmares weren’t often for her, but they were there nonetheless. She thanked the barista with a silent nod, heading towards the counter to completely change the liquid until it was unrecognizable but even after all of that she couldn’t stomach it, taking a quick swig and spitting it back out into the cup almost immediately. “That’s awful.” She said to no one in particular. “I don’t understand how the cream and sugar have made it worse.”

Wyatt stopped wiping down the table when he heard the woman comment on the coffee she'd just been handed, his gaze growing all the more concerned when she commented that she couldn't even remedy it with cream and sugar. He hurried over, worry etched into his features. "I'm sorry for the drink ma'am! Can I get them to make it again? Was it made wrong?" He didn't think that was a possibility since he hadn't been the one to make it. Still someone unhappy about the drinks would have to be tended to gently, though it was new territory for him, never having a complaint about the actual coffee before.

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milesarmstrong‌:

Having basically missed the majority of the events of the ball, Miles was currently focused on trying to undo some of the carnage that had occurred in the city. He was volunteering to drag crashed cars away and remove debris to a variety of dumpsters. It was the kind of backbreaking, monotonous work that he needed right now. Learning that one of the Greyson’s had died had shaken the whole pack, and if he had to work himself into exhaustion he would. He’d already baked so much that there was no more room in the fridge, so he had to do something. “You wanna help me with something for a sec? Just stand in the road and keep traffic from plowing through me while I straighten this fucking street light.”

Wyatt was on another one of his daily trips back to the cafe from the bakery. When he'd been looking for a building for Java The Cup, he'd picked on with a bit of distance from the bakery out of respect, but now he wished it was right next door, so his visits there weren't such a trek. He stopped when he saw Miles, ready to greet him, but was met with a request and nodded. "Sure, not like they really need me at work." There was no sarcasm behind the statement, since they really had no use for him in the cafe. It was a well oiled machine, and he was usually the one out of place and looking for a task. He stood in the middle of the street and waves politely at the man screaming at him behind the wheel. His wave was met with a less polite gesture as the man moved around him. "Huh, I guess people are still a bit on edge."

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emsawycr‌:

She hadn’t expected the blow to her chest, and it winded her for a brief moment, causing the brunette’s returning move to not even register in her mind, her hand falling by her side. When she heard Wyatt’s voice she nodded a little, “Yeah fine. Not as breakable as I look, remember?” she reminded him with a small shrug.

"Alright," Wyatt said, looking her over once more before taking his stance again. He'd trained in his pack his entire life, fighting being necessary for all to be skilled in, in case something happened. As it turned out, fighting couldn't save them in the end. "Keep in mind that while you're strong now, your opponent could be stronger. You have your agility on your side. So focus on blocking until you see your opening, you can do just far more damage if you let your enemy wear themselves out while coming at you." He began his assault again, keeping his strength out of it. He was here to help her, not maim her. 

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lxttlebutterfly‌:

Chou was quiet for several paces as they walked, thinking through what to say, “Why?” he eventually asked, “You can be sad bad things happened to the little one, but did you directly cause any of those things? Did you want them to happen?” he asked evenly, “I’d wager not. So you shouldn’t blame yourself for events you had no part in and no power to change.” To him it made perfect sense provided he didn’t look at himself too deeply; which he hadn’t done in over a decade.

He nodded at the explanation, “Survival instinct, it makes sense. If it helps, should most of you keep to a certain area during your shift I could avoid there in the lead up to full-moons.” He wouldn’t mind, it was easy enough to plan around and despite his stoic demeanour Chou would always help if needed; as tonight had shown. “Your little one, is he a wolf as well?” He asked, slightly curious about the family dynamics of growing wolves, his mother had struggled at times raising him with his magic.  

Wyatt shook his head. "I didn't cause them but I never seem to be there for him when he needs me. I didn't even know Evie was pregnant until she showed up on my doorstep with Mason in her arms. And when the bombing happened and Mason was left alone in the middle of the street? I was finishing packing in Portland, completely in the dark. Tonight? I was at a fucking party." He felt so defeated saying it all out loud. His son would probably have been better off going wherever Evie had. Safer at least. He seemed to lack even the slightest ability to keep the child safe. 

"I can't speak for others, since I have my spots and they have theirs, but no one minds you being there as far as I can tell. I certainly don't, as long as you don't plan to use those knives on me." He nodded toward the knives still in Chou's hands. At the question of Mason being a wolf, Wyatt shook his head a little too quickly. Probably because if he could help it, Mason would never trigger. All the better if he didn’t trigger as early in life as Wyatt had, being the youngest in his pack in almost a century. "He's human. His mother and I are both wolves. I was born, she was bitten, so he has the gene. But until he triggers it, he'll stay human... with any luck he'll lead a normal human non-killing life."

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emsawycr‌:

The main thing that had she had taken from the chaos of Blood Moon was that she needed to be prepared to fight, at least be prepared quicker then she was. She’d already begun training when she turned, but now she was stepping it up in response to the Clave attack. She wanted to be ready to protect her family, and she knew she couldn’t rely on her abilities. They’d been so vulnerable on the Blood Moon, and she’d been unable to defend herself if she’d been attacked. The other plus side to training harder? She didn’t think about Madge. She swung at her opponent, a huff leaving her lips as she straightened. “Again.”

It had taken the night of the ball for Wyatt to realize he should probably have kept up with the training his alpha had started in their pack. He had the moves but his body still resisted from the years of not moving in those ways. So he'd started up again and standing in front of Emma he could tell she was working through much more than a fight in her mind. He dodge her swing and tapped her rather hard in the side, showing her exposed area from her movements. When she demanded they go again, Wyatt didn't hold back, coming at her with unrelenting moves that demanding she only focus on blocking. His palm connected with her chest hard and he stopped his assault to check on her. "You good?"

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lunaxshaw‌:

“I know. I know. It’s okay.” She couldn’t blame his rationality for being completely thrown out. The situation had been stressful, and she understood it, even if it scared her half to death then. All she wanted was for him to be safe. Cringing when he hissed over his lip, she patted his chest gently. “Just remember it’ll all be over soon, and we’ll never have to go through another blood moon again.” Thank god it only came once every one thousand years. They wouldn’t be vulnerable in that way any more, at least, though she knew it wouldn’t stop Wyatt from worrying. The Spring Fling bombings happened when they were all fully powered, and it had been just as devastating. The danger would always be there, supernatural enhancements or not.

Which caused another worry to grow. She knew he’d been scared, and even if it hadn’t already been clear before, she knew he had every right to be. But a part of her wondered if he’d be too afraid to step outside the house at some point. Danger didn’t strike just because there was an event happening, even if there was a higher probability for it then. Eventually, they would have to keep going to work, to school, to wherever. Like she told him earlier in the night, she wanted to keep living. She didn’t want to be stuck inside a house, hoping nothing bad happened. “I know a lot happens here, but…you’ve never thought of moving, have you?” she asked cautiously, scared to hear his answer. 

Hollow Grove didn’t always used to be so bad. It was just in recent years that strikes had increased, and she wanted to believe it would go back to being peaceful again at some point, even if they had to face turmoil like tonight before it could happen. They had to be due for a win soon. But despite it all, she knew it was safe here, compared to out there where they would face just as much danger, if not more. Plus, her family, her friends, her pack, her work…it was all here. The idea of Wyatt becoming concerned enough to just leave with Mason and get out of dodge sent her heart racing and made a pit form in her stomach. She’d been so scared of losing them one way tonight, that it hadn’t hit until now that she could lose them in another.

When he took the ice pack from her, she sighed, a smile growing on her face that mirrored his as he kissed her nose. “I know, I just…want to help, that’s all. I hate seeing you hurt. Your face, however, is always beautiful. In fact, if it hadn’t been because of a fight for your life, I would dare say they almost make you look…kind of rugged,” she told him with a playful grin, fingers brushing his hair back. A stupid thing to think about when she’d damn near had a heart attack seeing him in the fight, but he was safe with her now. It made it easier to be light-hearted, to joke and try to make him smile. “Really? Because that makes me think he gets it from you.” Wyatt hadn’t had it easy for a while, she knew that. He had to adapt to losing a pack and a family, as well as gaining a son. Then again, it made her sad to think that Wyatt couldn’t see the similarities, and she tried not to read into it. He’d had to adapt through a lot, and she knew he had a lot to work through still, but she wondered if that meant he wasn’t, or would ever be, that content after facing what he had. “He deserves something stable, something he can look back on fondly when he gets older. I hope he knows he has people to fall back on to help him get that.” She gave Wyatt a small grin, toying with the fabric of his shirt. “Same goes for his dad, too.”

Her words gave him relief but also a hint of sadness. It was true this would be the only time in their lives that they would experience the blood moon, but it also made him sad to think that some day the world would not have Luna in it. When it came to him, he didn't much care seeing as how he'd grow tired of life in the end, but Luna was so much more. She made the world as a whole better, not just his. He didn't say anything to her about it since it was a silly thing to get sad over, but her next words had him paused as he actually thought on it. 

"Only on nights like this to I think of leaving Hollow Grove." He rolled his eyes thinking about his fight with Evie when he'd first arrived. Mason had been left alone, she'd been taken, and he had wanted to get the hell out of there, throwing her "safe space" back at her. "But even then, it would only be for a bunker in the middle of Antarctica to avoid every hint of danger, so... no. I haven't given it actual thought. This place is home now." It was the only place that had felt like a home after he'd lost his pack. "Besides, there's one person here, I'd never leave without." He smiled at her and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. 

"Rugged, huh? I think I like looking rugged. Usually I just look like a pretentious trust fund guy, playing at a normal life." He leaned back and pulled his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor as he revealed the huge bruise already spreading over his ribs on his left side. "Now how rugged do I look? Enough for you to want to distract me from this night with your feminine wiles?" He welcomed the joking and light air of the conversation, letting it distract him from his worry. 

When she mentioned Mason getting his adaptability from him, Wyatt shook his head. "It took me years of guilt and nightmares to adapt to my new life without a pack. I still have those nightmares. It also took the love of a good woman for me to feel deserving of anything again." He held onto her hips with a light squeeze as he smiled at her. "A woman who made me see that there was something left in me worth living for. And I intend to thank her every day for it."

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ned-ibarra‌:

“I would never do that,” Ned shook his head. It wasn’t as though Vi was the only thing on his mind, but she had been the biggest thing he’d worried about. Luna had naturally struggled to hide her concern for Mason, and Ned couldn’t blame her. He’d been worried, too, that they couldn’t get in touch with anyone. “And Violet would never have let me do that.” She’d known about kids having it rough because she’d been one of those kids that had it rough. Ned couldn’t imagine how she could have behaved differently in that situation. 

It made sense to him that Wyatt would still feel this way, so grateful and emotional. It was his son, after all, and they’d been in such a dangerous position. What parent wouldn’t feel the way this man felt, standing in front of him? He eyed Wyatt for a moment, watching as the blond made his way to the couch. Instead of sitting next to him, Ned sprawled out on the floor of the living room instead, crossing his feet at his ankles and clasping his hands together over his belly. He stared at the ceiling idly, unable to look Wyatt in the face as he thought about the aftermath. “Do you know Scout Matthews and Alex Cunningham? They have a daughter together. She’s missing. And so is Vince. They hadn’t found him when I’d left.”

Wyatt let out a long sigh. They hadn't located Vince before their brawl with the clave members outside, and he'd hoped that they would have in the end. He knew Alex and of her daughter and instantly he wanted to get in contact with her to see how she was fairing but knew he'd hold back, give her time to sort through and deal before imposing on her. "Sophia and Alex have to be losing their minds. I feel like I should do something to help, but there's nothing I could offer and just end up getting in the way." 

He looked at Ned and let out a frustrated huff. "Why the fuck do they keep doing this? Why can't we just live in peace?" He meant the Clave but in some way... he also meant the world outside Hollow Grove. They would always be monsters, even though they lived with much more humanity than they ruthless actual humans who ruined the world outside their safe haven. A safe haven that seemed to be anything other than safe tonight.

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lxttlebutterfly‌:

Chou turned to watch the little boy for several moments, expression impassive before vaguely saying, “Children are a great deal stronger than people ever give them credit for, they find a way to endure.” He was quiet again for a beat, the knife idly being flipped in his hand as they walked, “Perhaps he does; but better to trust someone than no-one. And you have time. A parent child bond isn’t always made at birth.” His mother had always felt he’d favoured his father over her and perhaps she’d been right, but he still loved her dearly and once his father was no longer there the two of them become much closer; she became more active and trained him, he became more cautious and tempered back at times for her. “You’d be surprised how much both of you might change for one another as he grows.” Chou added evenly.

He frowned slightly in return at the question but as Wyatt continued a small smile spread across his face, “Practically part of the forest? How lovely.” he closed his eyes for a moment, “I’d say it’s highly likely to be me, I’m an ecologist but even when I’m not working I spend my time there; it’s surprisingly I don’t know all the wolves here by name.” But that was more down to his solitary tendencies.  

Wyatt shook his head slightly. "You misunderstand me. I'm glad he has Luna, and he and I have a bond for sure, but I can't help but feel like the worlds worst parent knowing he's been through so much and continues to keep going through it. I don't even want to think about what the clave had in mind with trying to kidnap the children tonight." He felt raged ripple through him again, the want to kill rise in him at the thought of someone touching his son. The little boy he'd lay down his life for. 

He gave a shrug at Chou's comment about not knowing all the wolves by name. "It's hardly surprising, really. Most of us keep to ourselves once we shift. Comes from having to avoid people out in the world, lest one of them happen to be a hunter or someone with the power to have us killed." He was used to having a safe space in Canada on the Beaumont property but when he'd lived in Portland he'd had to acquire a rather large piece of land to avoid having to hide out during a shift.

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lunaxshaw‌:

She knew she was spiraling. Or on the verge of it, at least. Her eyes met his when she felt his finger under her chin, gaze guided back to what was important. Luna leaned into his hand instinctively when she felt it against her cheek, nodding as he explained what happened. As the emotions began to overtake him too. Any frustration she’d felt earlier had evaporated, and all she wanted to do was hold him, let him know he hadn’t failed Mason. She brushed a stray tear from his cheek with her thumb, feeling her throat tighten again when he said they needed her. For some reason, she still had a hard time wrapping her head around that at times. That she was needed in that way. She kissed him back just as softly, feeling like, for a moment, the thoughts that ran rampant in her head were quieted. Until she could taste a hint of blood on his lip, and she remembered he was still hurt.

Luna pulled away slowly, pressing her her hand to his cheek before wiping at the little bit of blood on his mouth. “I know why you did what you did,” she said, voice just above a whisper as she continued tending to him. It was his boy. Of course she understood why he’d been in a rush. “But you…you can’t do that to me.” She sniffed, stroking his hair with her fingers. He’d terrified her when he’d rushed away. “You’ve felt so far away from me all night, and then you were running off into who knew what. Everything was happening so fast.” In the state he’d been in, she’d been half scared to reach the manor, unsure of what she’d find when they got there. But she got it. She got that he had to go. She took a deep, shuddering breath in, hand traveling down his arm. “You were there for him tonight, though.” Luna gave him a sad smile, wiping away another tear. “I know you couldn’t be for Spring Fling, but you were there tonight. You helped save all those kids.” There had been more than just relief when she came out onto the front lawn with everyone, seeing Wyatt standing there, alive, with her friends and her pack. She’d felt pride. 

“I already asked the others to keep me updated,” she assured him, knowing it was probably better to be here, safe and out of the way. She could only imagine how much was on the others’ plates. Poor Sophia, and Violet, and all those kids. The upcoming weeks were going to be rough, whatever came of tonight. Luna went back to trying to put the ice pack against where she thought the other bruises were, trying to lessen the pain until the moon passed, at least. After a moment of silence, she spoke again. “You’re my world, too, you know.” Luna glanced at his face and felt her stomach do flips. She wasn’t sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way with them, she’d just known. She’d known he would be the end and beginning of everything. Wyatt and Mason were family, just like Ned and Miles. “You won’t lose me. And I won’t lose you.” Luna would do just about anything to keep the man in her arms safe. And the little boy sleeping upstairs. A faint smile grew as she thought about the night. “He was so good, Wyatt. He was scared, but he was so brave. I was really proud of him.”

"I didn't mean to just bolt. But all night I'd been on edge and worried about something happening and when no one could reach Violet or Vince... I knew this was exactly what I'd been worried about. Like some nightmare suddenly coming true. I reacted, and wasn't exactly in a thinking place. Rational was very much gone from my mind at the time." He attempted to pull his bottom lip between his teeth and sucked in air harshly at the sharp pain. He wasn't used to cuts and bruises. "This is stupid," he said with a frown. "I shouldn't complain about a stupid busted lip. It'll be gone in a few hours and it's not even that bad." 

He knew his frustration didn't really lie with the cut lip, but with the night as a whole. He was weak and vulnerable just as the town was and the clave had exploited that. Used it to attack and who knew what else. Maybe some of that frustration was at himself for even going out on a night that could have held this much danger and leaving his son alone all over again. Mason was going to learn to fear Spring as a season if attacks that left him feeling alone kept happening. 

After a moment he took the ice pack from Luna and set it down, giving her a small smile. "Stop wasting your time with that, love, it's going to hurt for now, and it's fine. I just want to be here with you for a while, not worrying over tiny injuries. You'll have my beautiful face back in no time." He kissed the tip of her nose lightly and leaned back enough to listen to her speak about Mason. "I think his bravery comes from having to adapt quickly. That kid..." He shook his head. "He's been through so much in life, and in all that he's still so content. I don't know how he does it."

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ned-ibarra‌:

Things had gone south in this town before, Ned knew. There was a reason he had chosen not to get drink at the ball, a reason he’d accepted a knife from Chou while in a suit and tie. Luna had once ended up in the hospital for falling into a frozen lake and ended up with hypothermia. Then she’d gotten away from death by the skin of her teeth, and while Ned knew that bakery was in good hands and had rapidly kicked her career into high gear, he also knew that Luna would rather Mrs. Dawson be alive. 

Funny how they’d come to this town almost five years ago because it was supposed to be a safe haven, and all he’d worried about then were the safety of his brother, his sister, and himself. Before Charlie, and George, and now likely Chou, Ned’s best friend had been his constant, ever-present sense of anxiety and dread that they had made the wrong decision in coming here. Not at first, at least, but later on. 

At some point, however, that dread had given away to a sense of home. Giant red target or not, this place was his home. His world had expanded so much that while three years ago, Miles and Luna were all he cared about, now he was grateful to walk into his siblings’ house and see Wyatt coming down the stairs. 

It was relieving to see the man standing and walking. His son was fine, Luna was fine, and Ned was grateful. At some point his family had expanded, not even by blood or by marriage, but by choice. “No thanks necessary, Wyatt,” Ned said, wrapping his arms around Wyatt, too. He patted Wyatt’s back, his voice quiet both because he didn’t know who was sleeping and how long it had taken them to get to that point and because he didn’t know what else to say. “The kid’s important. All of them are. It’s pack business.”

"Bullshit," Wyatt replied. "A thank you is necessary. You didn't have to do anything. You could have gone in there to get Vi and that was it. I know some who probably would have. But you helped get him out and that.." he stepped back and looked and the ground, sniffling back the tears threatening him. "That means more than you could know. That kid has had it rough, and..." He shook his head.

He moved around the couch and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes still on the floor. This night had been hell since the second the moon rose in the sky. He'd been so limited in what he could do when fighting off those clave members and was glad they were just as limited. He was also glad his muscle memory wasn't tied to his wolf and he remembered all his training from his pack, though he remembered it doing far more damage than it had earlier in the night. 

Finally, Wyatt looked at Ned. "How is everyone? What's the news from the outside?" He hadn't wanted to know at the time, instead simply focusing on Luna and Mason. If he were told of other being hurt, he'd feel compelled to go out and help, and he needed to be right here for his family tonight. Mason couldn't keep getting left alone in the middle of danger. He wouldn't let that happen ever again, even if it meant skipping every event in the spring time.

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lxttlebutterfly‌:

Watching the man holding his child pulled at something uncomfortable in Chou’s chest for a moment, father, but he shut it down as he’d become rather expert in doing over the years and instead blinked slowly in the face of the man’s heartfelt words of gratitude. “I don’t want anything from you.” he said evenly after a pause, “I was only helping. Violet I believe is the one who directed us to the hidden exit, you’d be better off thanking her.” Otherwise they’d have needed to fight or kill every Clave member attacking the house in order to get the children out.

Once again he nodded in response and dropped his arms, absently flicking his wrist to twirl the knife forward to the blade was facing out, “It’s no problem, though I’ll to go home afterwards, my mother will be worried.” Rosemary Road… he knew it, and not too far from his house. “I like walking, mainly in the woods but the road will do.” He followed besides him as they began walking but paused as the little one was handed back to Luna, “He’s quite devoted to her.” Chou noted absently, “Wouldn’t be parted from her for a moment as we left.”

“It has been rather tiresome,” he agreed, “The ball was too loud, this fighting was too loud and now there are people missing.” he shook his head slightly, “I’ll search the forest tomorrow, something might turn up. I’d recommend you spend time with your family, I’m sure they need you.” As a partner, as a father.  

Wyatt looked at the way Mason rested his head on Luna's shoulder, his small hand playing with her hair as she held him. If it weren't for his red nose and watery eyes, Wyatt wouldn't have had any idea that he'd been upset only moments before. He looked so at peace in Luna's arms and Wyatt nodded as the man next to him spoke of Mason's devotion. "He hasn't exactly had stable in his life... ever. He was born into shitty conditions, then his mother brought him to me, and that was the first I even knew of him. Then she took him back and I came here to be with him... and then she left again. Since being here, there's been one constant in his life... and that's Luna. Sometimes I think he trusts her more than me." He wasn't hurt or judging by any means. He took comfort in knowing that his son had someone as good as Luna to trust in. 

He looked at his walking partner and frowned. "Are you the scent that's always in the forest?" He couldn't identify him with his human nose, but Wyatt could always smell traces of a human he could never see in the forest as he shifted for a run. He'd always been curious but never took the time to investigate. "You certainly get around. Your scent is practically part of the forest now."

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Wyatt hadn't been able to settle his mind. Even well into the early morning when Luna fell asleep beside Mason, he sat watching them determined to stay alert should any other dangers arise. He couldn't calm his nerves as long as he was still weak with the effects of the blood moon. He slipped from the room and made his way downstairs just as Ned was letting himself into the house. Seeing the man took him back to the last time he had, on the lawn of the Greyson estate while he held onto Luna and Mason. 

Without so much as a word, Wyatt crossed the room and hugged Ned tightly. He didn't care that the two had only ever shaken hands in the past, he was grateful to the brother who had helped rescue his son. "I can never thank you enough to helping get Mason out of there," Wyatt said, emotion thick in his throat. || @ned-ibarra

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lunaxshaw‌:

Luna tried not to wince when he visibly reacted to the ice pack, doing her best to be as gentle as she could with his bruises. “Sorry,” she told him softly, trying again, but with even more of a feather light touch. She could feel his eyes on her as she tended to him, felt her lip quiver more at his reassurances. When he pulled her onto his lap, she felt her fingers begin to shake, her resolve wanting to crumble now that it was just the two of them. Something that wasn’t fair to Wyatt. She wanted to be strong enough for him to be able to break if he needed to. He couldn’t at the ball, and now he was here, comforting her again. She hated feeling this useless. She hated that, despite all that, she knew speaking would make the tears come faster. And it did. “It’s not fine. It’s not okay,” she said in an almost whisper, her voice breaking at the end. Luna’s nose scrunched up, and she turned away for a second, trying to keep it together. What a wasted attempt that was. “So much has happened, and I don’t even know how everyone else is. I don’t know what’s going on.”

She finally turned back to Wyatt, eyes falling on every bruise she could see. Instead of putting the ice pack to any of them this time, her fingers ghosted along the discolored skin, reminding her once again how close these were to being something worse. “I’m sorry,” she said again, but this time for entirely different reasons. “You were miserable all night, and we should’ve just left. Then neither of you would’ve been in that. He was so scared, and you…if anything had happened…” She pressed her lips together, went to touch another bruise before pulling her hand back and letting it rest on his chest. All she wanted to do was be someone he could lean on, but it felt like she just kept breaking at the seams every time she thought about it. “I can’t lose you. I can’t lose either of you. Even the thought of it just makes me…” She shook her head, grabbing the second blanket to drape around what she could of his shoulders, trying not to shake more as she did. She was in too deep. “I’m scared, Wyatt.”

Wyatt shook his head and hooked a finger under Luna's chin. "Hey, hey, baby, stop. You're spiraling." His only concern was keeping her from breaking in the moment. She'd been through so much and he couldn't stand not being able to fix it for her. But this wasn't something he could fix and as much as he wanted to help the others, he wasn't going to leave Luna or Mason alone... not after what they'd just gone through to all get back together. His hand moved to the side of her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. "I'm sorry I left so quickly, when they couldn't get a hold of Vince... I... I knew everything I'd been worried about tonight was happening and I had to get to Mason. He..."

Wyatt let out a breath that turned into a small sob as the tears sprang to his eyes, exhaustion and lack of adrenaline making him powerless to the emotions taking over. "I wasn't there for him during the Spring Fling... and I wasn't there again tonight. I don't know what I would have done..." He sniffed back the tears and shook his head. "We can call and find out what's happening but I'm not letting you out of my sight, Luna. As much as you can't lose us, we can't lose you. You saw how much that boy in there needs you, and..." he swallowed down another wave of emotion. "I need you. You're my world and I'm not losing you." He pulled her into a kiss, soft but sure. The need for comfort far outweighed the pain of his cut lip as he held onto her.

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lxttlebutterfly‌:

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Chou had never considered himself to be good with children but getting them out of the Greyson House hadn’t proven to be too difficult, they were tough. He’d left Ned and others to see them into their families arms, not wanting to interfere too much and keep an eye out should anything more go awry. Luckily, the Clave seemed to have been dealt with, the missing people aside. He’d have offered to help search for them but without his magic he was unsure how.

Instead, his gaze landed on a man with what appeared to be a soon-to-bloom black eye holding a little boy he recognised as the one Luna had held close during their escape. He walked close, inclined his head, offered he child a small smile and spoke, “Your Little One’s tough, he was brave all through our little escape,” he commented evenly, bringing his arms up to cross them, not thinking about the bloodstained knives in his hands, “Would you like me to see you and your loved ones home? I think we’ve all had enough warfare for one evening.”

Wyatt's anger and blood thirst for the clave members was vibrating through him. He could feel rage trembling through his body even though the would-be assassins had been apprehended. His vision dark around the edges as that part of him that hadn't saved his pack clawed at his chest, wanting revenge. He turned his head to see Luna with a teary but quite Mason clinging to her. And just like that, the anger and rage was gone replaced by relief and the urge to start sobbing. His family was safe. 

He took Mason from Luna and pulled her against him as well, clinging to them both has he let out a long ragged breath. "I got you, monster. I got you." His soft words to Mason were met with whimpers and some shushing, causing Wyatt to smile even if he didn't understand why his son was telling him to be quiet. He was still holding onto both Mason and Luna tightly when a young man came forward, knives in hand still covered in blood and commented on Mason's bravery. "Thank you for getting him out, I don't know how I could ever repay you," Wyatt said, emotion seeping from each word. 

He looked down at Luna and knew which home they'd be going to. Looking back at the man, Wyatt nodded. "That would be great, thank you." He didn't exactly have any weapons should the clave come for another attack. "We're down Rosemary Road if you don't mind the walk." He started in the direction and at wasn't but a few steps before Mason was squirming and whining for "noona". So Wyatt handed him over to Luna, knowing he would be in safe hands with her. "What a fucking night," he said to the man walking next to him.

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lunaxshaw‌:

Location: Luna and Miles’ house Time: After the kids have been rescued and Clave members apprehended

Exhaustion clung to Luna’s bones with an unwanted fervor. The night had been an utter whirlwind of emotions streaming through her, one right after the other. Worry and frustration as Wyatt quickly explained why he was leaving with Sophia, Colton, and Cole, not allowing her to get a word in edge wise to ask what was even going on. Panic as Ned made a call to Violet to check in and no one answered. That horrifying pit in her stomach when the five of them arrived to the manor in complete chaos, and Wyatt, the man she loved, was in the middle of fighting the Clave. People who would kill him. The way her heart broke when she found all the kids she’d come to love huddled in a room together with Violet. Relief washing over her when Mason ran into her arms and stayed there until they were out on the front lawn with Wyatt. To know she was this close to losing the ones she loved and cherished so much frightened her beyond explanation. She wouldn’t have been able to do a damn thing to stop it.

Now, Vince was missing, and she was afraid to even think about anywhere else the Clave had attacked tonight. She’d had to get out of there with Wyatt and Mason, go check on Miles face-to-face and make sure he was okay, but she’d asked the others to keep her updated. She’d given Ned, Violet, and everyone else she could a long, tight hug before parting ways with them for the night. At the house, she’d filled Miles on everything that had happened, then went off to her room to help Wyatt try and calm Mason down enough so the little guy could get some rest. It involved at least two happy stories - one from each of them - and gathering all the stuffed animals he could before he finally closed his eyes and fell fast asleep. After that, Luna gathered her comfiest clothes and went to the bathroom to peel off her dress and remove her heels. At least she wasn’t soaking wet this time, and none of them were in the hospital.

She ventured downstairs, eventually, Miles tucked away in his room for the night, giving Luna and Wyatt the space they needed. The house was quiet, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, or if it just gave her time to think about everything that happened. Luna found herself shaking and grabbed a blanket from the couch, wrapping it around her shoulders as if it would protect her from the intrusive thoughts. With her adrenaline gone, with everything slowing down, her body didn’t even know what to react to first, or how. So when Wyatt came into the room, that seemed to answer that question as she was reminded he was still human, and proof of his fight tonight still marked his skin. She got an ice pack and a wet cloth, then eased onto the couch and grabbed a second blanket she could wrap around him. A part of her wanted to smack him for scaring her so damn bad by leaving in the rush he did. Another, stronger part wanted to hold him close and never let him go. He’d almost slipped through her fingers tonight, and the mere thought of it made her lower lip quiver and her throat clench. “Those look bad,” she said quietly, trying and failing to sniff away the wetness in her eyes, her voice trembling. When she could no longer avert her gaze from his, she stared at him, memorized every feature of his that she could. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to remember that he was alive. He was still here. Still, it didn’t stop her from trying to suppress the shudder than ran through her then. “Come here and I’ll see what I can do.” @wyattleblanc

Wyatt lay there on the bed watching Mason sleep, slow and steady. The night had scared him but in the arms of his father, he'd felt safe enough to sleep once more. He couldn't take his eyes off of his son as the small child let go of the stress and his body was once again relaxed. His small fingers curled around Wyatt's single index finger as his hand rested on Mason's small chest. So little and so breakable and left without his parent again. Almost a year before this night Mason had been left in the middle of the street, scared and alone when Evie had been taken and now this. Wyatt could feel his heart breaking and when he sucked in a breath, Mason stirred, disturbed by the noise. Wyatt gently moved from the bed and left Mason to sleep as he changed quickly into a t-shirt and sweats he'd left over at Luna's on a previous night. 

He made his way downstairs to find Luna bundled up and alone. He stared at her for a long moment, completely silent. He didn't have words for any of this. Nothing that would make it all make sense. All his mind focused on was his boy and making sure Mason was safe... now he needed to know that Luna was okay. She hadn't been hurt but he knew all too well that wounds weren't always visible. The night had shaken her and he wasn't sure if he could help heal those wounds. Instead of speaking, she left the room and Wyatt sank down onto the couch, feeling defeated all over again. 

But she returned with ice and he gave her a questioning look as she sat next to him. It wasn't until she held it under his eye and he flinched from the pain that he realized he must have taken a few hits. As if finally getting permission to feel, he began to feel aches and pains all over his body, signs that he was very human and not healing as fast as he usually did. He kept trying to catch her eye, but she was determined not to look at him. "It's fine, love," he said not caring about the injuries. "They'll be gone in a few hours." He frowned when she finally did look at him and he saw the tears in her eyes, the worry on her face and it broke his heart all over again. "Hey," he whispered, pulling her into his lap. "I'm okay... we're okay. We're safe now."

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islarafferty‌:

“I can’t even say I imagine how any of you are feeling. I grew up hearing all sorts of stories about the supernatural and I’ve known so many of you for practically my entire life but I’ve just got an outsider’s approach to it all but I do feel for you guys.” She let out a slight sigh, wishing there was something more she could do than offer meaningless words to a friend whose entire world probably seemed all sorts of topsy turvy. She offered the man a smile before taking a quick spin more for herself before flourishing a wave and giving him a smile as well. “Thank you, Wyatt. And you look rather handsome yourself. How is Luna handling this night? I know past events haven’t been easy for a lot of people but she did seem to make it through Halloween relatively unscathed.”

"It feels like a dream.. but not the kind I want to stay in. Not a nightmare but not comfortable. If that makes any sense." He smiled at her compliment and his eyes immediately flashed to Luna when she was mentioned, making sure he could still see her from where he stood. Not in a possessive way, but in case he needed to find her should something happen. "She's enjoying herself. I know she isn't as bothered about the whole human thing as I am." He couldn't help but scoff at the mention of Halloween. "We both had a lot to deal with after that fog. I don't know where I'd be if it hadn't been for her that night. Probably committed to a hospital for a mental breakdown, honestly." He shuddered, remembering that night. "We talk about my love life enough. What about yours? Anyone here catching your eye?"