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polikszena · 2 years

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Trick or Treat

Fandom(s): Top Gun: Maverick, Gilmore Girls

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Summary: Cyclone returns to Stars Hollow at Halloween and pays a surprise visit to the Gilmore house.

Relationships: Cyclone x Lorelai Gilmore

Word count: 1705

A/N: The whole Lorelai x Cyclone thing was just a random idea I had based on this post and then I realized that it might even work, and a few days ago I had a thought of writing something Halloween-themed for them. You can find more stuff about them under this tag. (And yes, I’m using the moodboard I made for them the other day.) Also, this fic sets during Season 3 of Gilmore Girls.

Trick or Treat

Getting out of his car, Lieutenant Beau “Cyclone” Simpson felt nervous. He found it a little ridiculous as he could remain perfectly calm when flying an F-18 super hornet, and now he had a trembling stomach as he walked up to the Gilmore house. Perhaps he should have called before putting on a costume and driving here from Hartford. He hadn’t seen her for months, he had no idea whether she was seeing anyone or if she was at home at all. The only way to find that out was to ring the bell.

“Young man!” He heard a female voice from the neighboring house. “Could you help us?”

Now there was no turning back, he thought with a sigh. The neighbors had seen him. Turning around, he saw a tall man and a short woman with a piano on the porch. They wanted to move it next to the front door. It had wheels, but they were still struggling with it.

“Why do you need the piano?” Cyclone wondered as they moved the instrument next to the front door.

“Morey’s going to be a corpse musician!” the woman told her, excitedly. “I can’t wait to see him in full costume!”

“I’ll be the dead jazz singer!” the man announced. “And what about you?”

“I’m an aviator,” Cyclone replied. “A naval aviator.”

“You look like a scarecrow to me,” the woman stated as she looked at his worn-out jeans, plaid flannel shirt and straw hat. He also had straw sticking out of his sleeves at the wrists and at his neck which was extremely uncomfortable.

“Yes, that’s my costume. I’m a naval aviator dressed as a scarecrow.”

“Wait, I remember you!” the woman said with her lips curling up into a smile. “You were with Lorelai at the lip sync battle! You looked great together, didn’t they, Morey?”

“I can’t really remember,” the man said, then he turned to the aviator. “So, you came to visit her, didn’t you?”

“Well, I had something to do in Hartford, so I thought why not? Is she at home?”

“I think so, but she’ll be leaving soon,” the woman told him. “She’ll be on the jury of the costume competition.”

“Of course, you have a costume competition,” Cyclone chuckled, remembering that this was Stars Hollow where the citizens seemed to be happy to make a fool of themselves whenever they got the opportunity. To be honest, he kind of liked that. “Then I’ll go and say hello before she leaves,” he added.

“Thank you for the help,” Morey nodded as he headed to Lorelai’s house.

“Oh, and she’s not seeing anyone right now!” the woman shouted after him.

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When she heard the doorbell ring, Lorelai Gilmore quickly glanced at the clock on the wall and stated in mind that it was way too early for trick-or-treating. Even Babette and Morey had not set up the corpse musician thing yet. She could hear that they got some stranger to help them with the piano. Maybe they needed some more help with it, she thought as she was heading to the front door.

She was already wearing her costume: a black, sequined bodysuit with a tail, a green satin nightgown and a box of Kleenex. And a pair of high-heeled black slippers with feathers on the top, but she hadn’t put them on yet. This year she decided to go as Miss Adelaid from Guys and Dolls. A few weeks ago they saw the revival with Rory, Sookie, and Jackson, and after that she watched the film a few times.

Opening the door she froze for a moment as she saw the tall, dark-haired aviator on her porch, smiling down at her.

“Hello, Junkie,” Cyclone said, using her call sign that he and Luke from the diner had given her. “Trick or treat!”

“Cyclone! What are you doing here?”

She had never thought she would ever see him again. Yet there he was, dressed as a scarecrow, being as handsome as the last time if not more. Getting over the initial surprise, her lips curled up into a smile.

“Had something to do in Hartford,” he told her, “and I thought I’d pass by.”

“Good idea,” Lorelai nodded. “Come in.”

Seeing the green satin nightgown she was wearing, he felt a little insecure. What if the time wasn’t right despite what the neighbors said?

“Are you okay?” he wondered as he followed her into the house. “I mean, you’re in a nightgown.”

“And I have a tail,” she said, showing him the long black tail sewn on the backside of the bodysuit. “Don’t worry, that’s only my costume,” she assured him.

Now it was his turn to smile as he recognized who she was.

“Miss Adelaide, isn’t it?” he guessed.

“Catching a cold,” she nodded with her smile growing wider. “Have you seen it on Broadway, too?”

“No, I played Sky Masterson in the academy,” he told her.

“Didn’t know you were into such a thing,” she said, stating in mind that he had the perfect looks for the role: Tall, handsome with a deep voice. She couldn’t help but wonder whether he could sing.

“Actually, I was pretty bad,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But I liked it.”

“These are fun things,” she agreed. Even if Taylor is the director, and somehow Kirk always ends up playing the lead.

“And what are your plans for tonight?” Cyclone asked.

“Well, since I failed miserably in trying to carve Cher’s face into a pumpkin, I think I’ll grab a coffee at Luke’s, then I take my seat on jury of the costume competition, have a few drinks then TP Taylor’s house and blame it on the kids,” she told him. “Would you like to join me?”

“In throwing toilet paper at Taylor Doose’s house?”

“In the whole thing. Except for being on the jury. You can still join the competition, though.”

“I wouldn’t want anyone to accuse you of being biased, so I’ll pass on that. But I’ll gladly watch it.”

A smile touched Lorelai’s lips.

“Good answer,” she said. “Also, before we leave, something is missing from your costume,” she told him. “Do you mind if I add something to it?”

“No,” he shrugged his shoulders. “As long as it’s not more straws. I have enough of that.”

“It’s not straw,” she assured him, heading towards the stairs. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Cyclone followed her into the living room where he found a carved pumpkin (not Cher) and a bowl of candy on the table. Next to it he saw Adelaide’s box of Kleenex and her fluffy slippers on the floor. As he was waiting for her to come back, he found himself humming Sky’s solo song: Luck, be a lady tonight.

“This will go well with your costume,” Lorelai’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts as she walked down the stairs with a red bandana in her hand.

Then she stood right in front of the aviator and tied it around his neck. He felt his heart skipping a beat as her scent crawled into his nose, making him realize how close they stand to each other. From the small smile on her lips he could tell she was well-aware of it, too.

“Now you’re a full-blown scarecrow,” she announced, gently patting him on the chest.

“Thank you,” he said. “Now I only need a brain.”

“Let’s hope someone will dress up as the Wizard of Oz,” Lorelai said.

“Luck, be a lady tonight,” Cyclone said with a chuckle.

“And don’t forget to take a treat,” she reminded him. “I have plenty of candy. But be careful, because some of them will paint your tongue.”

“Actually, I don’t have a sweet tooth,” he admitted. “But thank you.”

“I do have some adult treats as well, like a pumpkin-flavored liquor, but that one is so horrible that I wouldn’t even give it to my worst enemy. Or maybe there is some whisky in the cupboard.”

“Lorelai, it’s okay,” he said, placing a hand on her arm to prevent her from walking away.

She looked at his hand first and then up at him. She swallowed thickly when their eyes met. She remembered that the last time she let him go without a kiss despite how much she wanted it. But she felt it would be too much, too soon. She bit on her lower lip as her gaze fell onto his mouth. It might still be too much, but at least she had a good reason now.

He was still cursing himself for not being bold enough to kiss her before leaving, and now he had the chance to do it, as she was standing only a few inches away from him, with her mesmerizing blue eyes fixed on his lips. His heart was beating faster and he felt the urge to go for it: to close the distance between them and finally kiss her. He wasn’t sure how she would react. Perhaps he should ask first.

“I…” he began.

“Listen…” she said, right at the same time.

“You go first,” Cyclone said with a small, apologetic smile.

“No, you go first.”

“Ladies first,” he insisted.

“Okay,” she said with a chuckle. “There’s another kind of treat, but that’s a special one. Only for certain people who don't like tongue-painting candy,” she told him, moving closer and closer. “Which is a shame, because tongue-painting candy is fun, but they said that about the Titanic as well and we all know what happened.”

“Go on,” he said with his heart beating faster.

“Anyway, you have to keep it a secret,” she continued, leaning forward. “You cannot tell it to anybody.”

“I won’t, I promise,” he said, leaning forward as well.

“Good,” she said softly, then she finally kissed him.

Cyclone couldn’t help but smile against her lips, and sliding his arms around her waist to pull her even closer, he passionately returned the kiss, making her moan into his mouth. This was the best Halloween treat he had ever received.

“I must say,” Lorelai began once their lips parted, “that tongue-painting candy is extremely overrated.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” the aviator said then pulled her in for another kiss.

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mytrogblog · 6 months

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51. #TheBitchisBack

Last night I joined Todd and Archie at the movies. Yup, they’re dating. Well, it’s more than dating, really. Archie moved in with Todd. Temporarily, they say. But showing up wearing matching Homer Simpson socks indicates a cozy connection and something more permanent, I’d say. Nevertheless, the two were a great antidote to my current mood and I was happy to be with them.

We went to the Aero in Santa Monica where they show revivals and advanced screenings. Built in 1940, it’s been renovated and has that cool vintage feel. “Terms of Endearment” was playing. Even though she was no Aurora Greenway, it made me miss my own Mother and Milwaukee. Maybe I needed to go back to the Midwest, have a few beers and get a grip. But honestly, I couldn’t afford it. So I sat back and succumbed to what movies allow you to do best: escape, laugh and have a good wail in the dark. I did all three, plus a big bucket of popcorn.

When I got back to the NUTHOUSE, there was a rumpus going on in the front room. The Crappers and our gumshoe neighbors were hovering and high-fiving around Doho, who was pouring champagne into plastic glasses while maintaining tree pose.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked, as Doho handed me some bubbly.

Was he moving out, too? Did he crack a case? World record of tree pose, perhaps?

“I’ve reached a milestone.” Whatever it was, he was excited!

And I was anxious. Not only for his reply but that he might topple out of tree pose and spill champagne on Yoda, who was nearby.

We clicked glasses as he wobbled. “Cheers!” I said, “Good for you… for what??”

“Oh. Well, each day I don’t see Borbala, I put a star on my calendar. And it’s now been three days. It’s a triumph!” Doho rotated on one foot, holding his pose and shouted, “Beau, Blue… show Sally the calendar.”

In unison, the identical brothers picked up this huge True Crime calendar that was leaning against the far wall. Three gigantic red stars stood out, designating Doho’s achievement.

“Wow! That is something, Doho. How’d you manage it?” I was curious, as I’d like to outmatch his feat.

He was about to expose his secret when the “The Bitch is Back” started thundering out of everyone’s phone… but mine. The group freaked and took flight. What!?! Rory and the triplets scooted into their rear house pad. And leave it to Lana to grab the champagne as she and her lover darted out behind them. “See ya, Doho, and congratulations, buddy, woohoo,” Pippy sang, as he shot out the door.

“Geezus, Doho, what’s going on?” I asked as I headed for the stairs, figuring I better get out of there too. But he was already halfway to his room and didn’t hear me. Then, I noticed that the calendar was still leaning against the wall. Oh, no. Feeling an obligation to save Doho from any Trog trouble, I grabbed it and ran to Doho’s room.

“Here, now what’s going on?” I demanded.

He spoke so fast I could barely understand him. But evidently he tracked something that hooked something up to something in the Trog’s car that when she was within 100 feet of the Nuthouse, everyone’s phone started playing her new theme song.

“Wow, that’s insane, but way to go!”

“I’ll do yours tomorrow. Now, get out of here before it’s too late.”

Unfortunately, it was too late. As I got to the first step, she ambled in, with snarling Kuche attached. I reluctantly turned and acknowledged her. She exhaled in response. Then, shot multiple probing spikes into my mystified soul.

What the Holy F**kness!

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motherjoel · 4 years

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Leading Lady (Spencer Reid x Reader)

chapter five- multitude of realizations

wc: 3.2k

summary: you realize your true feelings for Spencer

a/n: hope yall like! this is one of my fav chapters haha

chapter index: chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4

As you walked back into your dressing room, you couldn’t help the smile on your face. Sure, there was a murderer after you, but this crush you had on Spencer was honestly just as exhilarating. You had come to terms with the fact that you had a crush on him when you were watching Gilmore Girls earlier on Netflix and he was making commentary on the characters and the books Rory was reading. When he spoke, you were more interested in what he had to say than in the actual show. Although the two of you had only known each other for a couple days, spending all of your time with him had bonded the two of you in a way you hadn’t experienced in months. Once inside the dressing room, you made small talk with your fellow cast members.

“So, Y/N, when are you and Matt gonna hook up? I’m getting bored, I need a showmance,” said Caroline, the actress who played Fantine.

“Ah, I’m sorry but the Y/N ship has sailed! I’m actually seeing someone now,” you said with a smile, the words feeling genuine.

“Oh my gosh. Spill!” yelled Caroline.

“Well, his name's Spencer,” you shyly told her and the gathering crowd of your female castmates. “He’s staying with me for a little bit while he’s in town, he’s actually here tonight!” you told them as they squealed.

“We have to be introduced!” Caroline shouted, and you laughed.

“Okay, okay! I’ll point him out to you during mic check but that's all until after rehearsal,” you said with a grin before sitting down at your mirror and beginning the makeup and hair process.

After finishing getting ready, you headed out to the stage for mic check. You waited for a couple minutes with the girls, pointing out Spencer for them to gawk at and whisper to each other while he was mindlessly focused on a thick book. As if he felt the prying eyes of your cast, he looked up and shot you a smile and an awkward wave before focusing back on his book. A few minutes later, Matt walked on stage, slightly out of breath and not in his costume. You could overhear him talking to your director, apologizing for his lateness. Once he noticed you he greeted you with a tight smile and walked over to you, the girls whispering on the other side of the stage, still pointing at Spencer.

“So, a boyfriend, huh? Didn’t think our Y/N could pull it off,” Matt said in a teasing way.

“Wow, news gets around here pretty fast,” you replied, looking up again to Spencer at the back of the auditorium to see he was already looking at you. He seemed a little off… you didn't want to assume he was jealous but you were talking to your cute costar so maybe he was just getting a little too deep into his role of boyfriend. Your exchange with Matt was brief, your director wanted to get the show started as soon as possible. Once John called for places, you snuck back around through the lobby to sit with Spencer. You sat down next to him and he greeted you with a smile.

“Hey Spence, sorry that took a little longer than expected, our Marius was a little late,” you explained. You noticed he didn’t reply- he was just looking at you with a goofy smile. “What?” you asked.

“O-oh I’m sorry, it's nothing,” he said, a blush creeping on his face. “It’s just, not many people call me Spence,” he confessed.

“Oh! I’m sorry, did you not want me to call you that? It’s okay I can jus-” he cut you off.

“No! No, it's really fine. I… like it,” he said, looking down and twiddling his thumbs. As the pit orchestra began to play the opening number you settled into your seat with a smile on your face. The two of you watched the first couple songs, Spence occasionally whispering facts about the history of France in your ear and each time he did you smiled and nodded, occasionally asking questions but mostly just basking in the moment. You noticed that you had to go on soon so you excused yourself and ran into the lobby to head back to your dressing room.

Once you got inside you rushed to make sure you were ready to go on. As you frantically checked your makeup and looked for props, Caroline, who’s character had already died, started to talk to you.

“Girl, that boy is in love with you already,” she said, focused on the bag of chips in her lap. This made you stop everything you were doing.

“Im sorry. What?” you asked, not sure if you were hearing her right.

“I said what I said! Let me tell you, while I was trying to die on stage, I kept getting distracted by the two of you being all cute back there! The way he looks at you… i’ll just say, if someone looked at me like that, I wouldn’t let them go,” she said nonchalantly. Obviously she didn’t know that Spencer sharing your feelings was news to you. You couldn’t deny the chemistry, but you thought you were just imagining his lingering glances and soft smiles. It excited you as much as discouraged you, though. Falling for one of the FBI agents in charge of your case just wasn't right! And if he were to reciprocate those feelings, he could get in trouble at work and that was the last thing you wanted. You didn’t have much time to dwell on this, however, because you were about to go on stage.

As you acted and sang your heart out, you kept taking glances to see Spencer’s smiling face in the back of the auditorium. As your biggest song, On My Own was coming up, your nerves picked up a little bit- it was your moment alone on the stage and you couldn’t help it. As the opening notes began to play, you took a deep breath and sang.

And now I'm all alone again

Nowhere to go, no one to turn to

Without a home, without a friend

Without a face to say hello to

And now the night is near

and now I can make-believe he's here

You always resonated with these lyrics. You often felt very alone and it was difficult for you to open up to others. That was, until Spencer came along.

On my own, pretending he's beside me

All alone, I walk with him 'til morning

Without him, I feel his arms around me

And when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me

When you and Logan, your ex that you used to live with, broke up, you felt really hopeless. You tried not to let a man decide your happiness, but the two of you were long term and he had helped you through your father's passing. When he moved out, every waking moment was spent missing him.

And I know, it's only in my mind

That I'm talking to myself, and not to him

And although, I know that he is blind

Still I say there's a way for us

There was no way that someone like Spencer liked you. You didn’t feel worthy of it. You didn’t think you deserved to be loved, much less even liked, but even you couldn’t deny that there was chemistry

I love him, but when the night is over

He is gone, the river's just a river

Without him, the world around me changes

The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers

That feeling of comfort that you had grown accustomed to around Logan returned when Spencer started to sleep on your couch. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but this wasn’t that. It was an opportunity for a deep connection, something that you wanted to build on. Not some cringey story about mommy and daddy meeting eyes across the room and falling right then and there. Sure, Spencer was pretty much just your type looks-wise, but when you talked to him you just appreciated him as a person.

I love him, but every day I'm learning

All my life, I've only been pretending

Without me, his world will go on turning

The world is full of happiness that I have never known

You were over Logan. You didn’t realize until now that you had been sulking the past few months because of him, but there was a new light in your life. As you began to sing the last few lines, you made direct eye contact with Spencer, tears brimming in your eyes. These tears were real, caused by a multitude of realizations.

I love him

But only on my own

Shit. You really liked him.

After what felt like years, you had changed back into your clothes and took off your makeup, anxious to see Spencer and to hear his opinion on the show. You were trying to slyly sneak out of the dressing room before Caroline grabbed your shoulder and whipped you around. You sighed, knowing what was about to happen.

“You’re not getting off this easy! You said I could meet your new beau and I'm not leaving until I do!” she said with a smirk. You sighed, anxious at this being the first time you and Spencer really have to put on an act as “lovers”.

“Fine fine, just come on,” you sighed, leading her to the lobby where Spencer was waiting with his book in his hand, facing the opposite direction and talking to someone. Talking to… Matt. Oh jeez. You picked up your pace so you could greet Spencer, tapping him on the shoulder. He whipped around and when he saw you, his face broke into a joyful smile.

“Hey! You were amazing!” he exclaimed as he pulled you into a hug, genuinely excited. This surprised you but it didn’t take long to melt into it. Matt cleared his throat next to you and you let Spence go with a blush.

“Sorry. Spencer, this is Caroline. She plays Fantine,” you introduced the two. Spencer waved hello, not making a move to shake her hand. You wondered why, but you ignored it.

“You were really great too!” he told her.

“Thank you! So, this is the famous Spencer, huh? Y/N was telling us all of the hot goss about you two,” she said with a smirk.

“Hot goss?” Spencer said with an inquisitive look, you elbowed Caroline in the ribs.

“Uh, anyways we should get going,” you said, trying to usher Spencer out the door.

“Hey hey hey, not so fast!” said Matt, you cursed at him under your breath. “Our Y/N finally gets a boyfriend and we don’t even get to see them kiss?” he asks, a bit of a harsh edge to his voice. You didn’t think he was mad or jealous at first but this behavior was a little weird.

“Now why do we need to do that?” you asked with a harsh tone, Spencer tensing up beside you. You felt bad that he was in this position.

“I mean.... I kinda wanna see it too…” said Caroline, you elbowed her again. Spencer leaned down next to your ear.

“Y/N, it's okay. Kissing is actually safer than giving someone a handshake, the amount of pathogens that pass is staggering,” he whispered. This spouting of facts only made you want to kiss him more, but you really didn’t want to make him feel weird.

You sighed and turned to face Spencer, placing a hand on his cheek as he leaned down. You felt really guilty, you couldn’t believe that your first kiss with Spencer wasn’t even real or voluntary, but you didn’t want to seem suspicious. He closed the final inches between you two and you both shut your eyes, savoring the few moments your lips were together. He melted under your touch and it seemed like the world stopped spinning for a few seconds. You pulled away and looked him in the eyes, a soft smile on his lips as he straightened out. You had a goofy smile too before realizing your anger for the two dummies next to you.

“Happy?” you asked them harshly before grabbing his hand and leading him into the cool outdoors. No matter the temperature outside, your face was burning.

“I am soooo sorry, they're so annoying and i jus-,” you begin to profusely apologize before he cuts you off.

“Y/N, it's okay! R-really. I knew that pretending to be your boyfriend might lead to something like this,” he reassured you, slightly nervously. You sighed in relief and the two of you silently began your walk home, both trying to hide the smiles creeping on your faces.

You unlocked your door while laughing at a joke Spencer was telling about existentialists and lightbulbs. Honestly, it kinda went over your head but his pure joy after telling the punchline was enough to make you smile.

“Thanks,” he said, looking down. You were confused.

“For what?” you said, still smiling at his joke.

“For laughing at my joke. The last time I told it, all I got was silence and looks of confusion,” he said, embarrassed. “B-but, if it makes you laugh, I know it's good,” he said, more quietly. Your heart could burst.

“Well, no problem. And, hey, if this whole FBI thing doesn’t work out, at least you know you have a career in comedy!” you joked, and he laughed, accidentally knocking your script off the table. The two of you bent down to get it at the same time, hands brushing. You apologized to each other and laughed it off, before Spencer just grabbed it. You both stood up as he placed it on the table. You stood in silence for a minute, both contemplating that moment, but it didn’t last for long once you heard the familiar sound of Spencer’s phone ringing.

“What's going on Morgan?” he asked after picking up his phone. As he listened to Morgan talk, you could tell that he wasn’t saying ‘Great news Reid! We caught the crazy guy! Now go sweep Y/N off her feet!.’ In fact, as Spencer’s face fell, you could tell it was the exact opposite. He hung up the phone and began pacing around your small apartment.

“What is it, what's going on?” you asked, panic rising as you followed his pacing.

“There's been another victim. I need to get down to the station, it's pretty late so I can try to get someone to stay here with you, let me just ca-” you cut him off.

“I don’t mind coming with you to the station, I might be able to help,” you offered, already grabbing your purse.

“Are you sure? We might be there for a while,” he warned.

“As long as you guys have a coffee machine, i'll be golden,” you smiled, despite the situation. He nodded and grabbed his messenger bag filled with files and stormed out the door, you followed him down to the car. Wordlessly, he hopped into the driver's seat, you in the passengers and the two of you sped off to the station.

You entered the station and were greeted with the expected hustle and bustle. You were glad for some familiar faces, though. Morgan walked over to greet you two, looking surprised but glad to see that you had come along too.

“Hey guys. Good to see you, Y/N,” Morgan said, resting a hand on your shoulder. You felt Spence stiffen besides you, but you brushed it off. “Reid, Hotch needs you to look at some crime scene photos with him and Prentiss. Y/N, would it be okay if you talked with JJ and Garcia on video chat in the break room? She’s gonna do some background checks on anybody you came into contact with recently. We’ve looked at everything, we’re willing to do anything at this point,” he said, seemingly desperate.

“Of course, anything to help,” you smiled, waving goodbye to Spencer before heading to the break room where JJ was talking with Garcia already on video chat.

“Well there's our favorite thespian!” said Garcia through the screen, you could hear her smile.

“Hey Pen,” you laughed and sat down across from JJ.

“How was your rehearsal?” JJ asked. You couldn’t help but smile, thinking about your “exchange” with Spencer.

“It was… good. Really good,” you told them, honestly.

“Hmmm.., it seems like there's something you're not telling us,” hinted Penelope. It was incredible how these people could so easily read you already, and Pen wasn’t even a profiler. You had felt immediately connected to them, though, so you didn’t mind it.

“Ugh, okay. Don’t freak out, or at least let me explain before you freak out, but… Spence and I… kissed,” you confessed. JJ looked shocked, Garcia was already begging for details.

“Listen! It was because of the cover we have going, I told my castmates that he was my boyfriend and this one guy basically demanded that we kiss and I didn’t wanna seem suspicious, so…” you trailed off. JJ’s surprised face morphed into a big smile.

“Um, okay! First of all, kinda icky that that guy forced you to kiss, but besides that… how was it?!” Garcia asked, with even more energy if possible.

“I don’t know! It was… just for the cover. But, it was nice,” you blushed and the girls squealed. You continued, “I don’t know, Spencer’s just really great and I've only known him a couple days. I felt bad that he had to kiss me,” you confessed, still feeling a little guilty.

“I’m sure he didn’t mind the kiss from a pretty girl, especially if it was you,” said JJ.

“What do you mean, especially if it was me?” you asked, and JJ looked like she didn’t mean to say that.

“Ugh, okay I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I have a feeling Spence is crushing on you,” JJ told you, your mouth was agape.

“Y/N how could he not! You’re gorg, talented, and a damsel in distress! I mean you're a strong independent woman who doesn’t need a man, but guys go nuts for that savior stuff,” Garcia explained and you laughed.

“I guess that's good,” you said, your smile faltering slightly. “It’s not like we can really do anything about it, though. I mean, wouldn’t he get in trouble or something?” you asked.

“Maybe, but we’re always rooting for his happiness, and you might be it. We wouldn’t want to get in the way of that,” JJ said, sweetly. You had to take a minute to process this. Once you had, you decided to move on to the background checks, forgoing the gossip for now.

The background checks had taken a couple hours, especially because of the occasional gossip break, but everyone you mentioned seemed to be clean. Exhausted, you found an empty desk and curled up onto the chair, resting your head in your arms on the desk. You were drifting off to sleep, almost unconscious when you felt the warmth of a sweater on your back and a kiss on your head.

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johns-prince · 4 years

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Do you still do fic requests? If you do, I'd like to request for a starrison fem Ringo.

Not even the bluest ocean waters could rival the blue that colored Rachel's eyes. It was a daft thought, George feeling cliche and soppy. But, it's true, even if it's bad poetry, it's true.

"You've the bluest eyes I've ever seen," George says, a slip of the tongue. He hadn't meant to say it out loud, but there it is. Those big blue, soppy cow eyes have turned towards him, the softest curve of a smile, and a light dusting of pink across her visage.

Swallowing thickly, Adams apple bobbing visibly, George could feel the heat crawling up his neck, to his face, the tips of his ears. Had she heard? Must've, even if the dancehall is crazy with youth and music their parents can't hardly understand, thrumming all around. Because she's looking at him, and smiling so sweetly, and--

"You've been staring then, Georgie?" Comes from one of the lads at the table, which earns a bit of jeering from the others, and George telling them all to piss off. Try to play it off as amusing, though, it hit closer to the truth then George would like to admit yet.

They were just, mates, he and Rachel had gotten close when she, John, Paula would go out after their shows, still strummed out on prellies and cheap alcohol (they figured the drummer was a boy at first, on account of being called Ringo by her previous bandmates and by those who'd introduce the band up) When Pete went off on his own, they got close to Rory Storm and his Hurricanes. Long story short, that's how he'd ended up knowing this pretty little thing before him, nicknamed Ringo ("See, got all these rings on me hand," she'd laughed, then, with a roll of her watery blue eyes, added, "And, just makes it easier gettin' shows, if they think the whole band is just lads, y'know?") And in which in the last few months, he's had no better luck ridding of these desires for her.

George didn't even realize he'd been off, lost in his thoughts, until he feels a small hand on his arm, giving him a little shake. Blinking out of it, he found himself gazing back at Rachel, those great big blue eyes of hers. "Sorry, what?" Cleared his throat, moving to the point her hand slipped off his arm.

"Let's dance, yeah?" She asks, again, smiling hopefully. At first George just, blinked stupidly at her, and could already feel himself growing painfully shy. Why was she asking him? A kid. He hated it but, that's what he was to her, wasn't he? Being three years older, she's practically a woman, while he's still considered an adolescent delinquent. And sure, maybe he'd gained a bit more confidence in himself when he came back from Hamburg (involuntarily), losing his virginity with an older woman. But, there's a difference between bedding older, working girls for a quick buck and a half, and seriously wanting to pursue an older bird, a classy girl, because you've stupidly developed feelings for her.

But, then you have another boy at the table, older then George, who's leaning over and offering himself as her dance partner, if George isn't up for it. Up for it? Why wouldn't I be up for it--

So, he acts, nearly jumping as he straightens up in his chair, accepting readily, "Right, I'll go for a twist with ya, lass."

Tries to ignore how seeing her face light up, and how eager she is, gets his stomach to do funny little summersaults. Or how his heart feels like it's going to leap out of his chest when she grabs his hand, pulling him towards the dance floor once he's up and standing himself.

A pretty little frock, dark in color, with her lovely hands all adorned in rings. Warm brown hair, framing her pale face, pinned and curled and styled for a night at the local dancehall. She's a dream.

At first, it was a bad dream edging on nightmare. He felt so goddamn high-strung, why? It's just Rachel for Godsake.

But that's just it, it's Rachel. Rachel, who only seemed to have the utmost patience for George as he worked through his nerves on the floor. Nearly stepping on her foot-- he was about to call it in. But the blue eyed sweetheart grabbed him, pulled him back, and smiling at him. "Don't go, you're doing fine." She sounded so honest, George really wanted to believe her. "Really," she said, softer, having to lean in a bit closer for him to catch it. Finds himself leaner down closer, too. "Long as you don't end up on the floor like Rory did, that one night, alright?"

A pause as he took it in, remembering that night in which someone took a photo of them, Paula was there... Holding someone's foot. Just their foot. Turned out to be Rory's. He'd been so pissed, the poor sod ended up on the filthy floor and simply hadn't in him to get back up for the picture, so, just his foot made it.

And then he was laughing, snickering, and soon enough so was Rachel. Alright, okay-- he can do this. "I suppose I can keep makin' an arse out of myself," George sighs, and Rachel gives him a playful little tut of sympathy. Poor lad. "But, just for you, a'right?" That seemed to catch her attention, almost off guard. He could feel himself wanting to clam up again, with her looking at him like that, so, boldly, grabbing for her hands, and saying loud over the music, the sound of moving bodies around them; "Here Ringo, let's dance."

He was still a bit rigid, making slip ups here and there, but as he made himself focus on the music, the beat, and the natural inclination for his eyes to find hers, soon enough, it wasn't so difficult anymore. Rachel clearly had a better knack for dancing than George, but he wasn't so bad, was able to keep up as they swung each other around, he spun her, her shimmying down then springing up, skirt whirling up and out and, and she looked amazing. The two simply riding off the waves of music and life around them. Laughing, laughing so much, smiling so hard, their cheeks started hurting.

No matter their hands would get damp and sweaty, or that Rachel ended up having to discard her shoes to continue dancing comfortably (made her even shorter), George having to toss his coat off. Neither caring that there was perspiration making strands of her stick to their foreheads, hairdos slowly coming undone, imperfect.

Must've danced through three songs, and at the end of the third the two leaned into each other's sides, moreso Rachel into George's. Him impulsively just, throwing his arm over her shoulders. They giggled and laughed through their panting, George pushing his ruined quiff back, and Rachel trying to fix a couple pins threatening to slip loose, brushing back loose strands behind her ears.

And then George realizes, and it's like his heart skipped a beat. She was so close, pressed firm against his side, such a warm presence through his shirt. His arm felt far too heavy back and around her shoulders but, she didn't seem to mind a pinch. She seemed rather content, natural, letting out a huff as she used her hand to fan herself. George wasn't sure what to really do.

And then a slower sort of song started up, and his breath hitched. A song for couples, for lovebirds that want their beau's to hold them and caress them, act as if their entire goal wasn't to just cop a feel or get a heated makeout later. Bit cynical, eh?

He was pulling away as he started, "Let's go back--" but as he slipped away, turned to head back, his arm was caught. Rachel had his arm, his wrist with both her hands. Half turned, glancing to those hands, then at Rachel, the look on her face had him curious.

She looked timid, and even in the low, smoky light, he could see that her face was tinted with a flush. Lower lip that she'd had caught between her teeth, slipping free as she spoke, no need to be so loud with such a softer song playing. "One more," a gentle tug was given to his arm, made him sway subtly, and finally turn fully to face her. Releasing his arm, she continued, "One more dance, okay?"

Those blue, blue eyes, did she even realize how deep they could penetrate someone? They looked so hopeful, it twisted his heart like someone would twist his arm. Those eyes were just for him.

"...Okay," George replied, with a soft upturn of his thin lips. Delight, those eyes gleamed, a soft smile breaking that shy, uncertain expression. Carefully, she found herself in his embrace, arms around his neck, and his around her petite little waist. Her head, resting against his chest, above his heart. She could probably hear it fluttering like a wild bird in a cage. Slowly, they rocked and swayed together.

One more dance, but, just for you.

#starrison #au: genderbend #fem!ringo #im not as versed in starrison as i am McLennon so #idk if this is any good at all i tried

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smittenhearts-a · 4 years

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millieswickedbooks · 5 years

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chapter three: goodbyes and old memories (part one)

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pairing: Stiles Stilinski Black!OC

word count: 8,454

warnings: kate argent, abuse, pedophilia, trauma, swearing, implied PTSD, mention of a panic attack, slight violence, slight assault, mention of hunting, slight mention of bullying, mention of deaths via fire

"You have six minutes," the Peacekeeper informed us and shut the door behind my family. It was silent for about four seconds as my father, two sisters, Derek, Cora, Laura, William and Talia all stared at me. For some reason, those four seconds felt like an eternity and I thought the peacekeeper was going pop his head in any second now to tell us our time was up. Shockingly—but at the same time not shocking at all—my father was the very first to speak.

"Aurora?" He said, his voice trembling. I didn't know what to say. The look on his face—the look in his eyes brought my walls down.

"Daddy," I said, tears already beginning to roll down my face as I stood up from the chair I was sitting on and ran to him. I ran into his waiting arms, wrapped my arms around his neck and he hugged me back, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. I didn't care if they all saw me crying, looking like a big baby in front of them. I needed to feel safe, even if it was for a second. Either way, they're all family anyway, so it shouldn't even matter.

"Daddy, I'm so sorry. I couldn't let Alise go up there, I-I just couldn't. I'm sorry," I sobbed out.

Bubba shushed me as I sobbed, hiccuping and all. He pulled away and gently wiped my tears away.

"I'm scared, Daddy. I'm terrified. I-I-I d-don't wanna leave you, I don't w-wanna kill chil-children. They're gonna m-make me kill kids, Daddy. But I-I... I don't... I don't wanna die. I'm so scared, I don't know what to do," I rambled, hiccuping like crazy and honestly at this point I felt a little embarrassed to be this emotional in front of the Hales. They've never seen me like this.

"My baby girl, my brave, beautiful baby girl," he began, and he looked at me with, so much love in his eyes, it made me feel like my heart was breaking all over again. "I'm scared too, baby. But you have a shot, okay? Remember, you have a lot of people waiting for you to come back. And you must come back to us, you understand?" I nodded, gripping his shirt like as if the Peacekeepers were about to come in any second now and take me away, and my Bubba's lip trembled.

"God, I love you so much. You have to be brave, okay? Just as brave as you were out there, you have to be in there. And the killing... no one will look at you differently, you won't be killer, okay? You have to do it to survive, Aurora. It's... messed up, you know that the most out of everyone, but in these conditions, it'll be okay. You gotta do what you gotta do to get back home," he told me firmly. I nodded and he continued, "no one will view you differently, baby girl. I'll make sure of it."

I nodded again, knowing damn well he couldn't force others to think I wasn't a murderer but I let it go for now. That's a different conversation for a different time, a time that I might not live to see, or a conversation I might not live to have either. He sighed and tears began to form in his eyes as he looked me over once again.

"God, you remind me so much of Rose," he commented and I smiled because, for the time being, I guess I could see what he meant. Mama would've done everything to protect her children, just like I did. He kissed my forehead and hugged me once again. I breathed in his calming, familiar scent and as I did, I heard him whisper in my ear.

"Hopefully now you can realize that you truly are a good person and can stop blaming yourself for a death that wasn't your fault," I pulled away from him, like as if I was burned and I stared deep into my father's eyes and he gave me a knowing look. I don't think he can even begin to comprehend how much those words are affecting me right now. I looked down in shame, suddenly feeling guilty for an unknown reason, and he tilted my head up, looking up at him once again.

"I love you, Aurora."

"I love you, too, Daddy," I replied, hugging him tightly for the last time, sniffling into his shirt, silently thanking him because for once in five whole years, I didn't feel the guilt of my mother's death on my shoulders. Even though I knew it wouldn't last all too long, since I have long accepted the weight of the guilt and allowed it to make a home somewhere deep within me, it was nice, at least for now. I unwrapped myself from his body and turned to face my sisters and, honest to God, I had literally one nanosecond to register the fact that Alise and Amara running at me. Literally running at me.

"God, why would you do that?!" I heard Alise say and she was quickly interrupted by Amara.

"Oh my God, you idiot, are you okay?!" Amara bombarded me. And then she, as well, was interrupted by Alise's screams.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THA-" Alise screamed at me and I couldn't take it any longer.

"Alise!" I cried out, causing her to stop talking and I pulled away from both of their arms and crouched down to level myself with her crying face.

"Wh-why-why? Why would you do-do that?" She cried, hiccuping as she hugged me tightly.

"Alise, I would rather die a million times over than to watch you be in those Games," I informed her. She looked at me like she understood but I know she's incredibly stubborn, she wasn't having it. "When I heard your name be called I nearly lost my mind, I thought my ears were literally playing jokes on me."

"You have to win, you have to-to try, you have a chance," she whimpered out. I sighed, knowing this would be a hard conversation to have.

"I do have a chance, everyone's always told me I'm smart all my life. I'll definitely try, okay? You have my promise, Alise."

She nods and I kiss her forehead, hugging her tight.

"Don't let Beau forget about me..." I commented trying to lighten the mood, smiling at her. Alise laughed, sniffling as she nodded at me. I went to stand up but Alise stopped me again. I looked down at her expectantly and I felt her slip something metallic and small into my left hand. I opened my hand and I saw it was a golden pin; a golden pin of a Mockingjay holding an arrow in its beak

I looked down at Alise in confusion, why is she giving me this?

"It was Mom's pin... I made it a while back. I knew she loved Mockingjay's. It was her favorite bird. She told me once when she dies she wanted to come back as one of them. After she passed... I didn't what to do with it, so I just kept it on me all the time," Alise explained and I felt my heart break at the mention of Mom. I was also slightly taken back at the fact that Alise had managed to forge a literal metal pin but at the same time, I still didn't understand why she was giving it to me though...

"Alise, why are-?" Alise cut me off.

"Just take it, so you know we're with you, always, even when we aren't there. Even Mama, she's gonna be there with you, too. Through the pin," Alise rambled out and I nearly melted at the sentence. I wanted to break down into tears once again, but I had to stay strong, for my family. I quickly wiped the tears that escaped and nodded my head at Alise, putting the pin in my pocket.

I turned around to face Amara and I truly took in her appearance, like as if it would be the last time I would be seeing her and I wanted to capture the beauty that is my sister. She's crying just as much as she was when Alise's name was called, and probably not more than Alise currently is. I wondered if she had the same moment I did when she heard Alise's name and saw me go up on stage.

'Do you think she wanted to replace the both of us? Volunteered for us?' I thought to myself. It must suck for her not to be able to do anything, just stand in the sidelines and watch her siblings get sent to literal Hell. I think I would've literally lost my Goddamn mind if I knew I couldn't have done anything about to save Alise.

"Amara-" I started but she cut me off.

"Just come back, Rory. Please, come back," Amara whispered to me as she pulled me into a bone-crunching hug. She finished with; "I don't know what I would do if I watched... if I watched you get ki... get mur..."

I cut her off, knowing she was struggling with finishing that sentence, "you won't. I promise."

I pulled away from her hug and looked at the Hales. Cora and Laura were crying and so was Talia, which was a rare sight to see. William looked troubled, probably keeping it together for his weeping family and I looked next to him and my eyes landed on the last Hale, Derek and- wow. Derek was actually crying.

Derek and I had a nice relationship, which I'm proud of. He is a very silent, loner-type of guy. Reminded me so much of a hermit. He was a very closed person, never really wanted to let anyone in, never wanted to show that he cared. The fact that I managed to sneak into his life, slipping in through the cracks of the walls he has built around himself and that he allowed it, was a pleasant, almost satisfying feeling. It felt like a weird accomplishment, like a trophy. Especially since he basically acts like he despises everyone, and just barely tolerates Boyd, Erica, and Isaac—even though they still, very clearly annoy the shit out of him. He's super nice to me, Alise, his family, and my father—duh! And it annoys the shit out of Stiles, which is the best part too. And don't even get me started on he acts when it comes to Amara. Lord, the only time I've ever seen a love that deep and profound was when Mama was still alive. Bubba treated her like as if she was his entire world, which she was. Derek treats Amara that way and it what she deserves. I do pick them good, don't I?

The story of Amara and Derek began when I was twelve years old, almost thirteen. I had asked Amara, who had turned sixteen at the time, why she stares at this specific boy at school so much and she had admitted to me—after about five minutes of her making me super-pinky-promise not to tell a soul about her lil' secret—that she liked the boy. And after watching the boy myself, wanting to see what the hype was about, I noticed the boy was a year older than her but he was indeed cute. And I even tested him, acting all clueless and asked him to walk me to class because I was "lost". And he passed it because he did without a second thought, even it was about five months in the school year. He's a lil' clueless but it's whatever, his beautiful hazel eyes make up for it. He carried a nice conversation with me the whole time in which I learned that his name was Derek Hale. And he didn't forget about me either, which I personally thought was adorable, he would say hi to me in hallways all the time. So I knew he was a good person—and most importantly good for my sister.

But Amara never did anything to act out on her feelings. And I wasn't going to force her either. Mama used to say that if something is meant to happen, it'll happen, that fate works in mysterious ways. So nothing happened, no matter how many times I told her "stop waiting for something to happen out of nowhere and to do something about your feelings" or how much I wanted it to happen, Amara was too shy, too scared of being rejected. And soon it was too late.

The Hales were a big family and they lived in a pretty big house. They had many family members; cousins, uncles, and aunts. But then the Hale Fire happened, four years ago when I was still twelve. The only survivors were Talia, William, Laura, Cora, and Derek.

The Hales were a family of twenty-two.

Derek closed himself off from the world. He lost nearly all his friends, which was a disgusting thing, only five of his family of twenty-two survived and you leave him? Yeah, better not to have those people in his life but it's such a wrong time to leave him. I felt so bad for them and racked my brain for days, trying to find a way to help them out.

I remember a couple weeks, probably one or two, later, I overheard Bubba talking to Ms. McCall about the fact that the Hales were struggling food-wise and that they wanted to help them out. I decided that the next day I would hunt as much as I could give it to them. It took all day and I lost a lot of bows and knives and Scott and Stiles wouldn't stop complaining but I managed to catch four bunnies and two ducks and one squirrel. I even managed to get Alise to ask the Dunbar's for two pieces of bread that morning, which she got thanks to how adorable she was.

The next day I went over to their makeshift home at the time with five bags and a timid smile on my face when the door opened. Mr. Hale, whose name I would learn later on is William, answered.

"Sorry to bother you, Sir, my name's Aurora Galloway, daughter of Hudson and Rose Galloway, and I feel really bad for what happened to your family. You may be a stranger but my Mama... she used to always say our house is always open to those in need, even if they are strangers. And you are a stranger, in need. Hopefully, this helps," I proclaimed and I handed the bags to a very confused looking William. Once he looked in the bags the man broke down in tears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry, also please don't tell the Peacekeepers I hunt," I begged the man, confused as to why food of all things is making him cry, hoping that he wouldn't rat me out because I hurt his feelings. He then dropped down to his knees and hugged me, thanking me profusely.

Out came Derek and Talia, I didn't know her name either, at that very moment, from inside their makeshift home, probably wondering what was taking the man so long or why he was on the ground. Now that I think about it, that view from inside the house was probably terrifying to them. They came running over and Talia spoke first when they reached William.

"William...? William?! What happened?! William, what is it?!" She yelled at him. Derek looked long and hard at his father and then at me and I saw anger flare in them. He then proceeded to grab me by the shirt.

"What did you do?!" He yelled in my face and recoiled back, trying to get out of his grip, scared at what was happening.

"Nothing, I didn't do anything! Well, I don't think I did anything! I just gave him this! I promise I only wanted to help!" I explained, trying desperately to remove Derek's hands from my body.

"Derek, let her go, now," his mother ordered and Derek looked torn but he begrudgingly let me go. I took a couple steps back, fearing what his mother had in store for me. At that moment I was terrified of all of the remaining Hales. What the heck is wrong them all? Are they vegetarians or something? Oh my God, what if they are vegetarians?

"Thank you, thank you so, so much!" Their father yelled, now up from his knees and literally picked me up off the ground, hugging me tightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. Hale take one look at the meat in the bag and she gasped.

Mr. Hale put me down and Talia crouched down to my level.

"Did you get this... for us? How...?" Even though the Hales were showing me kindness, they still pretty much terrified me, so I cut her off.

"Yes, but you can't tell anyone or I'm gonna get in big trouble says my Bubba! And I can't say, it's a secret. Well, gotta go now! You're welcome, bye-bye!" I rambled out, trying to get out of that conversation as quick as possible. I ran away from the Hales without a second glance.

I unknowingly began my relationship with the Hales after that day. A week later, William came to my house and Bubba answered the door. I was standing at the kitchen, absolutely terrified that Mr. Hale was going to tell them what I did and get us all in trouble. But he did the opposite; he thanked us, he told my father that what I did basically saved them, helped them out a bunch. He told Bubba that he should be glad to have a daughter like me.

Bubba ended up giving me a stern talk about hunting and how I was supposed to keep it a secret but I could see in his eyes that he was proud of me. I remember being so happy that day.

But what I personally believe really formed my relationship with Derek was the whole Kate fiasco. God, that crazy bitch.

Shortly after the fire, Derek had gotten involved with a woman. Her name was Kate Argent. Lord, did that break poor little Amara's heart. She assumed he wasn't on the market because of the fire so she hadn't made a move because he was still healing. When I told her that he was seeing this Kate lady, the look on her face said it all.

I felt bad for Amara, she really fell for this boy. And I know that I hated Kate because Amara is my sister and I have to hate whoever is hurting her, even if they don't mean it but this Kate chick was just... off to me. She gave me a bad vibe, one that said 'steer-clear-of-this-bitch!'. I had no idea what Derek saw in her.

I found out that they were a thing when I saw them making out in the woods when I went to do everything; hunt, practice my knife-throwing, my archery and hang out with Stiles and Scott when we weren't beyond the fence. They dated for about three months before I realized something was seriously wrong in that relationship. She had this grip on Derek that was... something I can't even begin thinking of the proper word to explain. She refused to let him do any work with any girls, have any friends, barely talk to family, it was bad.

Talia came over to my house one day and talked to Mama about it.

"I just... I don't know what going on anymore with him, you know? He was so open with me, used to talk to me about everything... and now, it-it's like I barely know my own son," Talia cried, laying her head on my father's shoulder as Bubba comforted her, trying to calm her down. She had shown up that night randomly at our doorstep, crying. I had answered the door. My father took her in immediately asking if she was okay. She explained that she hadn't to do her husband because he was "too worried about his job and he didn't need more on his plate". It was at that moment, after watching Talia sob into my father's shoulders, I decided I would put an end to that relationship, and possibly create a new one.

After spying on them for about a week or two, I realized that this Kate chick was using and abusing Derek.

I found out she was using him while walking to the Townsquare, for a little trading action. I had unintentionally eavesdropped on a conversation Mrs. Farway and Mrs. Evergraze were having. Mrs. Hazel Farway and Mrs. Primrose Evergraze were two little old ladies that had retired and spent the rest of their days watching others work, giving advice to others and, mainly, gossiping about the district. Always. Like gossiping was literally all they did. I had no idea how they got all the information they spoke of since they barely moved from those rocking chairs they basically lived in but everyone knew, when they said something, it was either true or going to happen.

Mrs. Evergraze was talking about how the Mayor had felt bad for the Hales and had made an arrangement with the Capitol to get them some money to get back on their feet.

"When will that Derek boy open his eyes and realized that slimy Kate is only with him for the money?" Mrs. Farway sighed. My eyes widened. First off, how the hell does she know they're together? And Kate's only with him for money? What money? I decided to continue my research later on that day, with my father because now he and Talia are constantly coming over each other's houses, quickly becoming best friends.

Later on, that day, before I went to bed I saw Bubba in the kitchen, reading. I decided to question him.

"Bubba?" I remember asking him quietly. He looked up at me, his brown eyes eyeing me curiously and a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, Rory?"

"I got a question, I was wondering if you help me understand..." I explained vaguely, beginning to wonder if this was the right thing to do.

"Of course, what's going on?" Bubba asked, setting his book down on the dining table and motioning me over to him. I walked over and sat on his lap.

"I heard the Hales are getting money from the Mayor... is that true?" I had asked him, tentatively. Bubba's face changed almost instantly, going from curious and slight worriment to an almost angry look.

"And where in the Hell did you hear that from? Were you spying on my conversation with Talia?!" He interrogated me and instantly I regretted asking him anything at all. I remembered I made a mental note to trust my gut feeling always.

"No, no, Bubba! I heard it from Mrs. Farway and Mrs. Evergraze earlier today..." I explained myself, hoping not to get in trouble because of some gossiping old ladies.

"Gosh, those ladies do love to talk, don't they? Well, no one is really supposed to know but yes, they are. And honestly, it's great for them. It'll really help them out," Bubba explained and I nodded understanding. I then decided to ignore my gut feeling once again and ask him about Kate.

"And also, who is Kate Argent and why did they call her 'slimy'... is she a bad person?" I remember asking Bubba again and I also remember his eyebrows raising in shock or surprise, I don't know but it was one of those two.

"Kate? Did she talk to you?!"

"Bubba, no! It was Mrs. Farway and Mrs. Evergraze again! And no, she hasn't spoken to me! Is she really that bad?" I asked again, wondering what she did that was so bad.

"Oh goodness, you nearly gave me a heart attack, Aurora. Stay the hell away from those women, Rory, you're too naive, they'll confuse your little mind. But Kate Argent... is not a good person, at all. She's known for being a thief. She stole from everyone at the market, even assaulted Mr. Cornell when he caught her. But that was years ago, anyways her father, Gerard Argent, got her out of those accusations those, he's 'close' friends with the Mayor," Bubba tried to explain, using his hands to do the quotation over the word "close". I nearly recoiled back in shock at the new information.

"The Mayor's gay?! Doesn't he have a wife?!" I asked Bubba, now incredibly confused. I don't hate gay people, not at all, I'm literally bisexual. I believe all people have the right to love whoever they want to love, regardless of gender, but this man has been married to his wife like a thousand years now... and they have kids, too—and to this day I still laugh at the look my father gave me when that sentence came out of my mouth.

"My Lord, Aurora! No, he blackmailed him!" And afterward Bubba had to explain what blackmail was to me and after getting a stern talking for being a little snoop, I was sent to my room.

While laying in bed, after being banished to it by Bubba, I tried to figure out a plan on how to help Derek but nothing came to mind. I decided I would confront him after school.

And that's exactly what I did the next day. And after taking an entire day to explain the whole situation, what I was doing and what I was planning on doing to Stiles, I managed to get him on board. After I begged him for help for like ten freaking minutes.

"Derek scares me Aurora, let him suffer in peace, please, for the sake of me, pretty please?" He begged me, his arms flailing everywhere—a thing he still does to this day, you can't have a Stiles conversation without he waving his arms around like a madman—and I shook my head at him.

"Quit your begging, peasant boy! You made a pinky promise you'd help, and you're keeping it. Stop being such a coward," I argued, in a weird posh accent. I remember thinking that Stiles needed to calm down, he was acting like as if Derek was going to kill us.

"Aurora, come on-"

"Fine coward boy, I'm going on my own then," I had interrupted him, being fed up with his stubbornness. I had turned around to walk away from him and I was suddenly yanked back, a hand grabbing my arm. I turned and saw it was Stiles. I stared at him in confusion.

"I don't want you going on your own though," Stiles admitted, looking extremely conflicted. I glared at him. He wasn't giving me any leeway in this situation.

"Stiles, what the hell? Dude, I'm going, whether you like it or not. And I don't understand you couldn't just come with, it's not you had to talk to him," I tried bargaining with him, feeling a little bummed because I really wanted to spend some time with Stiles and I thought he was going to come with me but he didn't want to do this and I obviously wasn't going to force him too either.

"Fine, let's go," Stiles groaned out, finally giving up. I broke out into a big smile because thank God, I really didn't want to do it alone.

"Yay!" I cried out, grabbing Stiles' wrist and dragging him out of the school. We managed to find Derek speed walking down a neighborhood and I had a feeling I knew where he was going. We hiding behind Ms. McKenna's house, sneaking glances at him from a safe distance.

"Wait, so how exactly are you gonna do this? Just go up to him and say, 'Hey, your girlfriend is a scummy, gold-digging bitch with a serious history of theft and you should dump her for my sister,'?" Stiles whispered, mimicking me. I smacked his arm for his language and sighed because he was right.

"Just follow my lead," I whispered back and I ran up to Derek, coming up to him from behind.

"Hey Derek, how you doing?" I said, greeting him loudly. He jumped, obviously getting scared by my sudden presence.

"Aurora?" He asked, looking confused. I wiggled my eyebrows at him, smiling.

"In the flesh," I responded boastfully, striking a lil' pose for him. I turned my head, wanting to see where Stiles was and spotted him right behind me. I winked at him and turned to face Derek once again.

"What do you want?" Derek grunted out, his eyebrows scrunching up and his eyes glaring holes into my face. He eyed Stiles up suspiciously too. I decided to continue my lil' innocent act.

"Why are you assuming I want something? Can't I just talk to my old pal?" I lied to him, shaking my head at Derek.

"Who's the boy?" He questioned. I felt Stiles get closer and grip my arm from behind.

"None of your business. Anyways, back t-" I retorted quickly, trying to change the subject from Stiles back to whatever it was I was trying to do. I was still trying to figure out a plan and I only had like twenty-three percent of one at that moment. But Derek cut me off.

"I gotta go, don't talk to me," he grumbled, shutting me down completely. He turned around and began walking once again. I began following him and Stiles followed me.

"Derek, come on, don't go. Derek!" I pleaded, trying to get him to stop but he was ignoring me. I huffed and suddenly an idea came to me.

"How's the house-money treating ya? You just gonna not talk to me because you gonna be rich now?" I quipped, knowing damn well that would get his attention. 'Try ignoring me now, bitch,' I had thought to myself and then I quickly chastised myself for swearing.

Derek whipped around, causing me to stop abruptly, apparently too abruptly for Stiles because he ran right into me, causing me to stumble forward a lot and nearly fall on my face. He grabbed my arm from behind once again, stopping me from making a complete fool of myself.

"How do you know about that?" Derek questioned glaring at me harder than before.

"Don't need to worry about that, Derek, but just know, I'm not the only one," I said, smirking at him as I managed to finally figure out a plan and I had him exactly where I wanted him.

"Who else knows?" He interrogated me, stepping closer to Stiles and I. I stood my ground because if he even thought I found him in the slightest bit intimidating, he was going to be very discouraged and very soon. I decided to still answer his question though.

"The only people I know who know apart from myself and your family are my father and some big-mouthed old ladies. But maybe you should ask your girlfriend, maybe she knows someone else who does..." I hinted, trailing off at the end. I remember seeing something flash across his eyes and face, but as quickly as it appeared it disappeared before I could analyze it.

"How do you know about her?" He asked once again, deciding to get in my face, probably hoping that would get some answers from me. I could basically count his eyelashes from how close he was. Stiles at that moment decided to do something besides stand off to the side with his tail between his legs and that was to get in between Derek and I. He pushed me back and stood protectively in front of me. I couldn't see his face but it must've been a scary one because I honestly, at that moment, I thought Derek would swing at him for his bold move but Derek stared at him for about five seconds and then backed up.

"Y'all suck face where I hunt," I admitted, sneering at him. How dare he get in my face, has he lost his damn mind? I began to get mad because what the hell, why is he being so freaking mean? What happened to nice Derek? What does Amara even see in him anymore? But then I remembered the conversation my mother had with his and I remembered Kate. This is what his mom meant by "I don't recognize my own son anymore," He's acting like this because of her.

"Whatever, I gotta go. Don't tell anyone what you know or else," Derek said, threatening me. I was pissed but I decided to let it go. He went to turn around but I quickly began talking again.

"Wait, come on, Dere-bear, I just wanna talk, why you in such a rush?... Wait, are you in a rush to see her?" I said, realizing that I was right earlier, he was rushing to see Kate.

"Aurora, I really need to get going-" he began to say but I wasn't letting him get away that easily, so I cut him off.

"Yeah, get going out of that relationship!" I interjected in a witty way.

"Shut u-" I cut him off again because don't ever tell me to shut up. Fuck you.

"You're scared of her, Derek. I see it. I've seen what she does to you, what she tells you to do. My Mama told me that in a relationship the couple loves each other. What you guys have... it isn't Love. Hell, it's barely a relationship, Derek. I know you see that." I affirmed, looking him right in his eyes, trying to get him to see what she was doing, trying to get him to see that Kate was a bad person.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he claimed and I rolled my eyes at him. He's more stupid now for thinking I'm just as stupid as him.

"Derek, you're observant, you're smart, I know damn well you are. I know you see that she isn't a good person, I know you know about her not-so-secret past as a literal criminal, I know you know she's using you to get to that huge stack of money you're about to receive, and I know you know that she's turning you just as rotten as her and that this rotten version of yourself is hurting your family, especially your mother," I stated, glaring right at him. His eyes widened and I quickly continued, "And you're just ignoring that because you don't wanna face the consequences yet."

Derek stared at me and I could tell he looked defeated so I knew I was getting through to him.

I continued, "but the funny thing is, there are no consequences, Derek. If you explain what happened, your family will understand, you know that. They'll forgive you and they'll help you. You know they're there for you always."

"But she'll do something, her... her grandfather is... not a good person," he explained, looking at the ground.

"I know about her grandfather, but you shouldn't suffer through this because of some raggedy old ass man. Now go and break up with that scummy, gold-digging, pedophilic, slimy bitch," I finished, quoting Stiles a lil' bit, walking up to Derek placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me and I smiled at him.

"Now? But-" I cut him off.

"We'll go with you, if you feel like you can't do it on your own, she won't be able to do anything, we some good, innocent, adorable ass kids," I advised, pulling Stiles close to me and pressing my two pointer fingers into his cheeks, making it seems as though he had dimples.

"But Aurora-" I cut him off once again, finally getting fed up with his stubbornness.

"Dude, don't do this for me, do it for your mom. She's hurting seeing you like this," I mentioned, knowing I was hammering this home.

Derek looked as though he was thinking it over and I mentally patted myself on the back for accomplishing this. Stiles looked at me with this face that clearly screamed, 'what the hell else did you just get me into?' And I smiled innocently at him. Derek then spoke up, interrupting our little moment.

"Okay, fine. I'll go break up with her now but-" I nearly burst with joy at the sentence, I didn't even need to hear the rest of it. He's finally doing it!

"Yay, let's go!" I more or else shrieked, grabbing both of their hands, pulling them in the direction of the forest.

The break up consisted of many screams, insults, fake crying, and threats but he managed to maintain being calm and did get through it somewhat cleanly by pulling out the classic 'you're literally a pedophile and I can totally use this information against you and ruin your life forever' card which was a nice touch, in my opinion, got her to back off instantly.

Afterward, he went home, explained the whole situation to his family, apologizing to them. But Stiles and I obviously weren't there for that part, I found out through Talia. She had come over once again and she talked about the whole situation to Bubba over coffee, talking about how they all forgave him, how much he has truly changed and how happy and at peace she finally was. I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water while she was talking and as I made my way out of the kitchen, my father looked at me and winked at me. I smiled back, greeting Mrs. Hale on the way out.

And the look on Amara's face was great when I told her that a certain boy whose name starts with 'D' was single once again.

After the whole Kate fiasco, For about a month afterward, Derek would show up literally out of nowhere and pull me away from everything to talk to me. Now that I look back at it, I realize he was confiding in me, trusting me and I subconsciously smile at the memories. The first time he appeared out of nowhere. I was in school, in the hallways, talking to Scott and Stiles about some stupid test we had to take the next period. He had come from behind me, startling the hell out of me.

"Can I grab Aurora for a second?" Without even waiting for Scott nor Stiles to respond—which most definitely was going to be a big, fat"no" from the both of them, they had yet to trust him, around that time—he dragged me into an empty classroom. He apologized for being a lil' prick and I accepted his apology, in return I told him if he ever needed a friend to talk to, I'll be there. I didn't he would take me up on that offer so literally.

One day, about three-ish months after the Kate fiasco, Derek had come over to my house. He was telling me about some rumor that was speculating about him and at that moment Amara came in through our door. I smiled at her and then I saw her freeze. I also saw Derek kind of tense up as he stared back at her. I looked at Amara and then Derek and an idea popped into my head, gasping so hard I nearly choked.

"HEY AMARA, how you doing?!" I exclaimed, grinning like wild. She didn't answer, seeming frozen as she probably was trying to figure out why in the world her crush was at her house, so I decided to help her out.

"I'm good, thanks for asking, anyways have you met Derek Hale?" I asked, trying to sound as clueless as possible. Amara looked at me like as if she wanted to smack me and I smirked at her, giving her a thumbs up and winking at her. I got up from the couch and grabbed Derek, pulling him off too. I dragged him towards and I pushed him a lil' so he would be standing right in front of Amara.

"Derek Hale, meet my older sister, Amara Galloway. Amara Galloway, meet my friend, Derek Hale," I overexplained, grinning like a little school girl at the same time. All they did was stare at each other so I huffed, a lil' annoyed that I had to do all the work but I was going to do anyway. I pinched Derek's side and that seemed to snap him out of the trance that my sister's beauty put him in.

"N-nice to meet you," he stuttered out and I could already see them together. I was grinning like a madman.

"Nice to meet you too," Amara echoed shyly. She had this little smile on her face and I saw Derek smiling at her.

"Hey aren't Y'all in the same school? That's crazy, what a coincidence," I rambled out, trying to get them to talk.

"Yeah, I've seen her in halls before," Derek responded, sounding in a slight daze, still staring at Amara. Aurora turned to look at me weirdly.

"Aurora, there's only one school-" she began but I interrupted her.

"Anyways, that was nice, I gotta talk to Derek in private, bye Amara!" I exclaimed, excitedly. Amara stared at me and I motioned for her to go away. She huffed and walked in the direction of her room. I didn't want to send her away but I need her to out of the room for now.

Derek stared at her as she walked away and then when she was out of sight, he turned to look at me. We stared at each other for a few minutes; I had the biggest grin on my face and he looked a little scared.

"Aurora, are you okay? I've never seen you smile this much." Derek commented, looking at me incredulously.

"Am I okay? I'm great! But the real question is... what do you think about my sister?" I asked, not even trying to hide what I was trying to get at.

"What do I think about her? She's... nice I guess," Derek half-confessed, looking over in the direction Amara left. I scoffed, she's Goddamn stunning, nice is belittling to her, well, at least in my eyes.

"You guess? She's more than nice, I would say she's... gorgeous, don't you think?" I instigated, smirking at Derek. His eyes literally bulging out of his head.

"I didn't say that," he sputtered out and he was just making this too easy. They are literally meant for each other.

"Yeah, but you didn't have to because I already know that you want to."

"Umm..." he uttered out, looking around my living room frantically, possibly trying really hard to find something to get out of this conversation. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Derek, I saw the way you look at her, you look like me when I..." I trailed off, stopping myself as I realized where I was taking that god awful comparison. 'You look like me when I stare at Stiles,' I was going to say... how stupid could I be, nearly revealing my crush like that? I internally shook the thought out of my head and quickly continued my sentence, knowing that Derek would catch on and see this as a way out, "Look at some pumpkin bread or something."

"Pumpkin bread? What? You know what? Whatever. I don't like your sister," he disclosed to me, not even realizing it and my eyes widened. Jack-fucking-pot!

"I never said you did," I replied with the biggest, shit-eating, devious, smug smirk on my face. His eyes widened as he quickly realized his mistake.

"Fuck."

Turns out, about two weeks after the whole Kate fiasco, Derek caught me talking to my sister in the halls at school and was wowed at her beauty, because fucking duh, my sister is fucking drop-dead gorgeous, getting hooked on her immediately. He told me he wanted to talk to her but didn't know how to approach her due to the many rumors speculating about him at the moment. A week later, Amara grew some tits and asked Derek out. And the rest is literally history, they are literally married now.

I returned back to reality and realized I was staring right in his red-rimmed eyes. At that moment, that old memory of us made me realize something. I realized just how much I meant to Derek. I realized why Derek and I had such a lovely relationship, why he was so kind to me. I realized why Derek had allowed me to sneak into his life, why he let me slip in through the walls he built. I realized at that moment how much love Derek must have for me. I saved his family from starving to death, got him out of a predatory, abusive relationship, was his friend when he really didn't have any, held all of his secrets, let him confide in whenever he wanted to and helped him meet and get with the love of his life. He wanted me to get in because he trusted me, he cared about me. That old memory took a whole new meaning in my mind.

"Come back, Aurora. Please," Derek pleaded me, more tears falling down his cheeks. I nodded, now noticing that tears falling once again dripping out my eyes. Great, now I'm crying again.

"I will, Dee, I will," I whimpered out and he walked towards me, wrapping me up in a big hug. I hugged his torso tight, feeling my tears wet his shirt. I looked over and I saw his sisters, still crying and holding each other for support, staring right at me. I looked at them and smiled weakly.

"Get over here," I called out to them, pulling my left arm from Derek, motioning them over. They ran at me just like Alise and Amara did minutes ago and I allowed them to group hug me this one time. Might be the last one I ever have, so might as well.

"Time's running out, guys," Alise warned us and I let the Hale siblings go, wiping my tears away as I swore under my breath. I speedily walked towards Talia and hugged her, not wanting to let them leave without a hug.

"Oh, my sweet, brave Angel. You're gonna be okay, okay? You got this in the bag, you hear me? No one can throw a knife or shoot an arrow like you, sweetie. We'll be waiting for you when you win," she encouraged me and I hated it but she actually gave me some hope that I could possibly win this shit-show. I nodded and watch as a single tear ran down her tan skin as she leaned down and kissed my forehead. I smiled and turned to Mr. Hale and he quickly wrapped me up in a hug.

"There's nothing I can really say that hasn't already been said but as Talia said, you can do this, just remember that we're going to be on the edge of our seats waiting for you to return back to us," he promised me and I smiled once again, hugging the man tighter. I pulled away and turned to look at my family, smiling weakly at all of them, looking at them and feeling an almost... bittersweet... emotion? I couldn't think of the proper word since I was so focused on the fact that I had so many emotions running through me at the moment.

"Well, this is it, Y'all," I stated quietly, my voice cracking at the end. Alise suddenly looked panicked.

"No, no it isn't!" She cried out and at that moment Amara decided to speak up, looking very anxious and... bothered.

"Aurora, there's something I have to tell you," she said quickly, her Galloway rambling coming out. And before I could even process the sentence that came out her mouth, the Peacekeeper came in through the door.

"Time's up," he said simply and I felt my begin heart beating erratically. I didn't want them to leave, all of this instantly becoming too real for me but I couldn't cause a scene because then Peacekeeper would nine times out of ten hop in and that's the absolute last thing I want to deal with. Getting a war-styled trauma flashback while my hearts beating a thousand miles a minute and also, on top of that, I'm already on the verge of having a full blown panic attack doesn't sound like a good time for me. Sounds like the literal recipe for a heart attack.

Fuck.

They all began to be escorted out of the room by two Peacekeepers and right before she would step out those doors, Amara ducked under the Peacekeeper's arm and ran towards me. She wrapped me in one last, crushing hug and I felt her press her face up against mine, her mouth close to my ear.

"I'm pregnant. Come back so you can help me name your future niece or nephew," she whispered and turned around, letting the Peacekeeper who's arm she ducked under grab her and pull her out of the room. She was pulled out of the room and the doors were shut abruptly before I could fully process the news.

I stood there in shock at the revelation that was essentially chucked at me, my legs giving out and thank God, I was already standing in front of a chair, my knees would've paid dearly. Amara's pregnant. I'm an Aunt now... Aunt Rory. Let's see if I live to hear myself get called that.

I sat in silence for what felt like forever, with my head in my hands, wondering what the fuck was going on and I wasn't meeting my mentor, seeing Liam, or on the way to my inevitable death yet. Shouldn't I have been gone by now? What were they, or I guess, I was waiting for?

The sound of the doors opening once again got my attention and I swiftly looked up, wanting to see who came in and got the answer to my "who am I waiting for?' question from before because through doors I saw Isaac, Allison, Kira, Boyd, Erica, Lydia, Malia, Scott, and last but not least Stiles wall shuffle into the room.

"That's funny, you thought you were finally gonna stop crying about three minutes ago, didn't you?" I heard a tiny voice say in the back of my head as I stared at the group of friends that I loved so dearly. 'Think again, bitch.

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chapter tres was a long one... sorry, got a little carried away there. PART TWO IS GONNA BE LONGER !!! so sorry, just there's a lot of flashbacks and shit/ anyways, as always feedback always appreciated !!! thanks for reading ♡

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The Keeper of the Grove (Part 60)

Walking in the Weaver’s Terrace felt very different with Weiss’ robes and her gauntlet on, and her mask and Myrtenaster hanging on her belt alongside her mediums.

She could feel the magic radiating all around, like being submerged under a cool, calm river, feeling the water and an incredible calm wash over her, her body begin to hum and radiate with incredible power. Even the Fae there started to treat her differently, Weavers greeting her amiably, the other folks bowing respectfully and minding how they spoke to her.

About the only thing that hadn’t changed were that the monkeys were still assholes.

Weiss felt a disturbance, like rocks falling into a pond and sending ripples all over its surface. Faster than she thought she could ever move, she spun around and held up her bare hand, blasting cold mist into the air.

She smiled as the flying blueberries froze in mid-air, before they dropped to the ground and shattered. She looked up at the disappointed and surprised monkeys up in their branches, and stuck her tongue out at them.

The creatures hung their heads and looked apologetic.

Then she felt a second barrage of blueberries assault her from her behind.

The first troop of monkeys howled with laughter as Weiss spun around to glare at the second troop, who were instead congratulating each other and pointing at the foolish weaver they had caught by surprise.

Weiss gritted her teeth, freezing mist pouring from her nostrils and the sides of her mouth, before Penny grabbed her wrist and pulled her off to their destination—higher up the side of the mountain than inside it this time.

She walked up a series of staircases and gardens thriving with plants and wild animals, before she stepped into the eponymous Weaver’s Terrace. She had to stop and stare in wonder, taking it all in, feeling the intense magic pour into her body, making her feel more alive than she ever had in her entire life.

The Terrace was divided into four quadrants, one for each element, with an elaborate raised altar in the center.

For Air: a lush forest, filled with tall trees, vines hanging from their branches, and small islands floating up in the air by tornadoes at their bases.

Weavers swung, climbed, and even flew all around them, propelled by bursts of electricity or flying devices of various designs, if they didn’t already have wings of their own. Those that weren’t nested in the branches and hollows, making music or experimenting with various magitech made of wood and plants.

For Earth: an arid desert, ancient mountains and tall spires of stone rising up from the ground, sand swirling and blowing over dunes, and caves, their insides glimmering with gems and precious metals.

Weavers there sat and meditated in almost perfect stillness, if they weren’t stomping their feet and thrusting their hands through the air, the land shifting and changing as they willed it. Those that weren’t carefully molded and sculpted clay and refined metals and stone, working on similar projects as their air counterparts.

For Fire: an island paradise, tropical plants, exotic flowers, and miniature volcano rising up in the center of it all, rivers of magma pouring down from its constantly bubbling and smoking mouth.

Weavers danced with and fought each other—sometimes both at the same time—going through a series of complex, energetic movements accompanied by jets of flame, balls of fire, and even pillars of hot lava. Those that weren’t participated in the loudest, most energetic, and entertaining cooking competitions Weiss had ever seen, the chefs often literally on fire as they tossed, chopped, and roasted their creations.

And for Water: a thriving swamp like Keeper’s Hollow, filled with giant mangroves with roots rising over the water, streams and rivers gently burbling and trickling, with a few docks, boats, and buildings-on-stilts spread around.

Weavers there were almost constantly in the water, waist-deep as they harnessed it and turned it into playful bubbles, blasts of water, and miniaturized storms, or completely submerged, effortlessly moving through it like sharks in for the kill. Those that weren’t were carefully monitoring bubbling cauldrons or slaving over much more complex alchemy sets than the ones Weiss had at home.

As she and Penny headed there, Weiss noticed and watched a mixed team of weavers move as one in front of a long series of alchemy equipment, straining their necks and dipping low to the ground as they followed a solution’s trip through so many containers and tubes, before ending at a pitcher.

The others stepped well back as the alchemist leading them pulled out a dropper from inside her coat, and carefully added two drops.

The purple-blue liquid inside started to bubble and fizz violently. The other members of the team readied their hands and foci as their leader held the pitcher steady, keeping it from rocking itself right off the table.

Finally, it stopped. The alchemist called her fellows over, some of them fetching glasses and a ladle. A small sample was poured out, then handed over to their earth weaver who carefully swirled it around in its glass, before knocking it back.

Everyone waited in tense silence.

The earth weaver smacked their lips, and gave the thumbs up.

The group cheered, high fives going all around as they began to pour glasses of juice for the rest of them.

Weiss laughed.

“The Fae like to mix training with play, as a means to entice young children to attempt them in the first place, to help mitigate the effects of stress, and of course, just to have fun,” Penny explained, smiling.

“Please do note that this doesn’t mean you can take you can your training lightly,” Glynda said as she came up behind them, watchers on either side of her. “We Fae can also get extremely competitive and serious about our games.”

Both Penny and Weiss spun around, eyes and optics widening in surprise. “Elder Goodwitch!” Weiss cried as they bowed. “What are you doing here, ma’am?”

“It’s my day-off, and I’ve decided to use it to train you,” she replied coolly.

“You’re using your day-off to take on more work?” Weiss asked.

“Yes. Do you have an issue with how I choose to spend my free time...?” Glynda asked, a barely perceptible edge to her voice.

Weiss shook her head. “Not at all, Elder Goodwitch! I'm just… surprised, is all.”

Glynda nodded. “Do know that I will only be able to attend to you once a week; the rest of your visits here will likely have you training under a different senior weaver, or even one of the Primals.”

“They're the four of the most powerful weavers in the entire Valley, second only to Elder Goodwitch,” Penny explained.

Weiss nodded. “Who are they, anyway?”

“Most of them are incredibly busy with preparations for the Eve of the Ether tomorrow, but one is currently around,” Glynda replied. “A word of warning: Primal Salamanca has quite the--”

“YYYEEEEAAAHHHHHHH!”

Weiss flinched and turned to the Fire quadrant of the Terrace, staring as a weaver shot out from inside the volcano, rocketing up into the air before he began to arc downwards towards where she was.

A Chinchilla Fae with his hair done up in a giant, fluffy afro landed just before Weiss, blasting jets of fire from his palms to slow his descent. He crouched low on the floor with his head down, and said, “Ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary genders…

“RORY SALAMANCA, PRIMAL OF FIRE IN THE HOUSE, YO!”

Fwoosh!

Giant pillars of flame erupted behind Rory as he sprang up into the air, landing with his arms and legs in the shape of an X and his hands in the Horns.

Weiss staggered back, her arm in front of her face.

Glynda sighed. “… Personality...” she finished.

“Haah-haah…!” Rory laughed as he walked up to them. “What is up, my homies?!” he said, his arms spread wide.

“What the hell was that all about?!” Weiss cried as she put her arm down.

Rory grinned. “What, this?”

Fwoosh!

Weiss yelped and threw up an ice shield in front of her. “Yes, that!” she yelled.

“Relax, homie: it’s just some fire!” Rory said as the flames disappeared once again. “I got this—wouldn’t have become the Primal of Fire if I didn’t! Besides, what’s so wrong with fire? You know how much better life would be, if we had a lot more pillars of motherfucking fire shooting out behind people?

“Imagine: one of those service at the Holy Shepherd’s place, right? Custodian’s gets to the end of the sermon and they go, ‘Praise be to Piper!’ then--”

Fwoosh!

“Trust me: people are gonna be lining out the door, standing outside and looking in through the windows, watching those sermons on HV just for fun!”

Glynda sighed as she stepped up. “Please excuse us, Salamanca, Weiss and I have a lot of training planned for today.”

“Sure I can’t take over for you, Goodwitch?” Rory asked. “It's your day-off and all! Besides, the things she's capable of, and a little one-on-one time with me, and we can do some beautiful things, man, beau-ti-ful things!”

“Sorry, but I’d rather train with Elder Goodwitch thanks,” Weiss said as she stepped up beside her.

Rory shrugged, still smiling. “Eh, suit yourself! But if you ever want to learn how to do tricks like this--”

Fwoosh!

“Just give ole Rory a call, yo!” He said before he crouched low, and pointed his palms down to the ground. “Salamanca out!”

Weiss raised another ice shield as Rory went rocketing through the air once more, and back inside the volcano. “Are all the other Primals like that?” she asked Glynda.

“Primal Aeilana is also of a similar disposition, but Primals Logan and Wenua are much calmer, if with their own quirks.”

“Weavers of exceptionally high power and skill tend to exhibit highly visible forms of neurodivergence, though the exact causes are still heavily debated,” Penny added.

“However, that's a conversation for another day, when the clock isn't counting down,” Glynda said. “Weiss, I'm assuming Maker Abner warned you of the Eve's unique effects on weavers like ourselves?”

Weiss nodded. “He did. Let's get these powers of mine under control.

Glynda smiled for a moment. “That's what I like to hear.”

Weiss’ training area turned out to literally be the shallow end of the water.

Weavers much younger than her were learning how to swim, or harness their powers in the first place, oftentimes in the form of shooting galleries like at arcades, but with magic than toy guns and holo projectors.

Because her biggest issue was control, Weiss was doing what they called the “Blast Back.”

The mechanics were as follows: Glynda would man five magical rings floating in the air, all the same size. She would throw a certain amount of water at Weiss, her job was to harness it and redirect it into a specific ring with the right amount of power, as denoted by whichever ring was lit up and in what colour.

If she got it right, the ring would retain the magic until it was full, and taken out of the game. Too weak or too much, and it would come right back in her face, giving the game its name.

“This is going to be easy!” Weiss said as she prepared to wade into the water, only up to her shins.

Glynda stopped her. “I was about to mention: this is going to be without your gauntlet, Myrtenaster, or your mask,” she said.

Weiss eyes widened, before she nodded sheepishly. “Oh… right...”

Penny came up, and took her equipment and mediums away from her, leaving Weiss with just her clothes.

Glynda sent the rings floating up in the air at different heights. “Ready?” she asked as she drew a stream of water up into her hands, lazily curling and winding it around her body.

Weiss held out her hands. “Ready!”

Swoosh!

Glynda sent a blast of water like garden hose.

Weiss caught it, bit her lip as it began to surge and spiral around her arms, more powerful than it was before.

“Don’t think too hard!” Glynda cried. “Relax, feel the flow!”

Ding!

One of the rings lit up.

Green. Lightest you could make it, like spitting out a mouthful of water.

Swoosh!

Weiss ended up sending a fire hose blast into it. The ring made an awful noise, before sending it right back to her.

“Agh!” she cried as she staggered back, eyes squeezed shut.

“Are you alright?” Glynda asked.

Weiss wiped the water from her eyes, blinked until her vision was clear again. She stepped back into position, and nodded. “I’m fine!”

“Good!” Glynda said, waiting a few moments before she tossed a tiny orb at Weiss.

She caught it, sliding it back and forth between the palms of her hands, keeping it moving before her magic could begin to gather in it.

Ding!

Orange. High-pressure, like a pipe that just burst.

Weiss bit her lip as she suspended the ball between her palms, magic swirling into it and growing it larger and larger, until she let it go.

Whoosh!

Off it went! … Several inches to the side of the ring, exploding into the protective barrier around them before returning to the water below.

Weiss cried out in frustration.

“We’re not stopping now!” Glynda said as she wound up like a baseball pitcher.

“I don’t intend to!” Weiss said as she readied herself once more.

Glynda threw her fastball at Weiss.

She held her hands out to catch it just a moment too late, the ball exploding right in her face.

Splash!

Weiss fell back into the water, knocked down from the surprise and the momentum, looking up at world from under the surface.

Ding!

Blue, middle of the road, like a garden sprinkler.

Bubbles escaped her nose, as the rings turned off and floated down to the shore.

Glynda waded over and pulled her out. “Are you alright?”

Weiss gently spat at some water. “I’m fine...”

“Then, I hope you’re ready for more, because we’re doing this again.”

“Great, because that's exactly what I was about to say,” Weiss said.

Glynda smiled. Weiss felt some of her magic surge through her hand and into her body, energizing her, washing away the sting of the fastball-to-the-face.

The rings started to float up in the air once more as Weiss and Glynda got into position.

#white rose #rwby #the keeper of the grove #fanfic

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Caroline Wozniacki Announces Engagement To NBA Star David Lee

Happy Thanksgiving http://worldcupnews.info/caroline-wozniacki-announces-engagement-to-nba-star-david-lee/

Caroline Wozniacki Announces Engagement To NBA Star David Lee

#Ashes #ChampionsLeague

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Days after clinching her maiden WTA Finals title, Danish tennis ace Caroline Wozniacki has another reason to be happy about. Wozniacki took to Twitter to announce her engagement to NBA star beau David Lee on Saturday morning. The 27-year-old posted a message alongside a picture of her diamond engagement ring on her official Twitter account. “Happiest day of my life yesterday saying yes to my soulmate @Dlee042”, she captioned the post.

Happiest day of my life yesterday saying yes to my soulmate @Dlee042 pic.twitter.com/TwDPJjoabA

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— Caroline Wozniacki (@CaroWozniacki) November 3, 2017

“YES! So thrilled to be engaged to my soulmate,” replied David.

She said yes!!! So thrilled to be engaged to my soulmate!!! pic.twitter.com/8Xltz5GeJc

— David Lee (@Dlee042) November 3, 2017

Wozniacki won the WTA Finals title by defeating Venus Williams 6-4, 6-4. She remains one of the few tennis players in history to have topped the WTA rankings without winning a single Grand Slam in her career. Wozniacki is currently ranked number 3 in the world.

Wozniacki was earlier engaged to Irish golfer Rory McIlroy before they broke up in 2014, days after their wedding invitations were sent out.

Lee, who played for the San Antonio Spurs last season, is a 12-year NBA veteran but is currently a free agent. He has also played for the Dallas Mavericks, Boston Celtics, Golden State Warriors and New York Knicks during his career.

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Tee times for the first round of the PGA Championship at Bellerive | Golf News

http://www.internetunleashed.co.uk/?p=30781 Tee times for the first round of the PGA Championship at Bellerive | Golf News - http://www.internetunleashed.co.uk/?p=30781 Groups and starting times for the first round of the 100th PGA Championship at Bellerive Country Club in St Louis. Players USA unless stated, all times BST:Starting at hole 1 1250 Eddie Pepperell (Eng), Michael Block, Ryan Fox (Nzl) Eddie Pepperell is in the first group out on the first tee 1301 Austin Cook, Craig Hocknull (Aus), Alexander Bjork (Swe)1312 Yusaku Miyazato (Jpn), Bob Sowards, Scott Brown1323 Thomas Bjorn (Den), Rafael Cabrera-Bello (Spa), James Hahn1334 Billy Horschel, Byeong-Hun An (Kor), Shane Lowry (Irl)1345 Yuta Ikeda (Jpn), Brian Harman, Adam Hadwin (Can)1356 Jimmy Walker, Padraig Harrington (Irl), Vijay Singh (Fij)1407 Bryson DeChambeau, Andy Sullivan (Eng), Kiradech Aphibarnrat (Tha) Padraig Harrington is grouped with fellow former champions Jimmy Walker and Vijay Singh 1418 Cameron Smith (Aus), Ryan Armour, Peter Uihlein1429 Paul Dunne (Irl), J.B. Holmes, Dylan Frittelli (Rsa)1440 Charles Howell III, Jason Schmuhl, Brian Gay1451 David Muttitt, Ollie Schniederjans, Troy Merritt1502 Shawn Warren, Mikko Korhonen (Fin), J.J. Spaun1820 Brandon Stone (Rsa), Johan Kok (Rsa), Whee Kim (Kor)1831 Matt Wallace (Eng), Matt Dobyns, Beau Hossler1842 Chris Wood (Eng), Alex Noren (Swe), Matt Kuchar Dustin Johnson plays alongside Bubba Watson and Adam Scott 1853 Bubba Watson, Dustin Johnson, Adam Scott (Aus)1904 Tommy Fleetwood (Eng), Satoshi Kodaira (Jpn), Marc Leishman (Aus)1915 Brooks Koepka, Patrick Reed, Francesco Molinari (Ita)1926 Sergio Garcia (Spa), Gary Woodland, Kevin Kisner1937 Jordan Spieth, Jon Rahm (Spa), Justin Rose (Eng)1948 Paul Casey (Eng), Aaron Wise, Zach Johnson1959 Louis Oosthuizen (Rsa), Thomas Pieters (Bel), Bill Haas Justin Rose is in a high-profile group with Jordan Spieth and Jon Rahm 2010 Lee Westwood (Eng), Joaquin Niemann (Chi), Daniel Berger2021 Omar Uresti, Justin Harding (Rsa), Andrew Landry2032 Matthew Borchert, Chris Stroud, Barracuda WinnerStarting at hole 101255 Rich Berberian Jr., Jamie Lovemark, Shugo Imahira (Jpn)1306 Brandt Snedeker, Sean McCarty, Haotong Li (Chn)1317 Jim Furyk, Tony Finau, Xander Schauffele1328 Martin Kaymer (Ger), Davis Love III, Rich Beem1339 Rickie Fowler, Hideki Matsuyama (Jpn), Ian Poulter (Eng)1350 Danny Willett (Eng), Henrik Stenson (Swe), Pat Perez1401 Jason Day (Aus), Phil Mickelson, Keegan Bradley1412 Shubhankar Sharma (Ind), Jordan Smith (Eng), Scott Piercy Tiger Woods, Justin Thomas, and Rory McIlroy also played together at the Genesis Open 1423 Rory McIlroy (NIrl), Justin Thomas, Tiger Woods1434 Matthew Fitzpatrick (Eng), Webb Simpson, Jhonattan Vegas (Ven)1445 Stewart Cink, Branden Grace (Rsa), Ryan Moore1456 Ross Fisher (Eng), Alexander Levy (Fra), Patton Kizzire1507 Julian Suri, Sungjae Imn (Kor), Craig Bowden1815 Chesson Hadley, Daniel Balin, Russell Henley1826 Marty Jertson, Luke List, Kevin Chappell1837 Nick Watney, Jaysen Hansen, Kyle Stanley1848 Ted Potter, Jr., Emiliano Grillo (Arg), Jorge Campillo (Spa) 1991 champion John Daly is back for another go at the PGA title 1859 Ryan Vermeer, Paul Broadhurst (Eng), John Daly1910 Si Woo Kim (Kor), Brice Garnett, Tyrrell Hatton (Eng)1921 Yong-eun Yang (Kor), Shaun Micheel, Jason Dufner1932 Charl Schwartzel (Rsa), Thorbjorn Olesen (Den), Patrick Cantlay1943 Brendan Steele, Adrian Otaegui (Spa), Kevin Na1954 Charley Hoffman, Chez Reavie, Russell Knox (Sco)2005 Michael Kim, Seung-su Han, Zachary J Johnson2016 Brian Smock, Anirban Lahiri (Ind), Mike Lorenzo-Vera (Fra)2027 Ben Kern, Ryuko Tokimatsu (Jpn), WGC Bridgestone Winner 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