#plotted thread

TRIGGER HEAVY THREAD DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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The hunt for Hank MacLean had turned cold so Lucy and Cooper had decided to split up, cover more ground around New Vegas to see if they could perhaps pick up a lead and meet up a few days later. Traveling around with the kid wasn't ideal, but after everything came up, Cooper even had to admit that the kid was growing on him, whether he liked it or not. But today he found himself in Goodsprings, Nevada. The town was busier than normal and Cooper kept to himself, for the most part people left him alone, but he'd occasionally hear a normal Ghoul slur thrown at him. But most knew not to fuck with him, and he was thankful for that.

Walking down one of the side streets, he heard a girl scream. It's not like he hasn't heard thousands of them before, but the way this scream pierced through him like a blade he stopped dead in his tracks. He knew that scream, he had heard it before. His mind went back to the worst day of his life.

"Daddy!!" Cooper struggled against the military men holding him back from Janey, who was being carried away by her mother and other Vault-Tec executives. Her hysteric screams and sobs as she was taken from him still haunted Cooper to this day. Getting past the military men briefly, Cooper ran up to the metal fence.

"JANEY BABY I LOVE YOU!" Cooper yelled towards his daughter, sobbing just as hard as she was, the men tried to pull him off the fence as he continued, "I swear to God, Janey! I will find you! I promise I-" That was when the world went black, he got the hilt of a gun to his temple, knocking him out.

The months and years after his separation from Janey were the worst years of Cooper's painfully long life. As they experimented on him, changed him to a ghoul, his mind, delirious from the pain and drugs would hear Janey scream, he would wake up, frantic to find his baby girl. The scientist would coldly tell him, "Janey is gone." And Cooper would just spiral.

Looking around he heard the scream again, he took off towards it, he didn't know what to expect to see, but he would never forgive himself if he didn't try to see what it was. As he came quickly around a corner, he saw a young girl, probably not much older than Lucy, standing between two bodies, covered in blood. She had dropped them, he wasn't going to say anything but then he took a look at her and his heart pounded in his chest, could it be after all these years?

Since their second meeting in their dreams, Thranduil's healing speeded up, as if something rekindled his vitality and will to live. He was also a bit impatient, sometimes to the point that Estë had to reprimand him with her firm and yet quiet voice. She also usually reminded him what could and most probably would follow if her instructions to him were unheeded.

At such times he asked Valya to read for him. As she did, it was hard for him to tear his eyes away from her lips. When she read from those travel-journals, he imagined himself with Valya, walking or riding in the lands, described in the journal. It helped him to get over his frustration rather efficiently.

There were evenings, when they could share the Valarin wine in privacy, just like the first time. It was hard to go to sleep after that though, the kings mind and imagination venturing way further than he himself dared while awake.

Another week passed, when Thranduil recieved a whole little chest of letters from Legolas. He wrote them under the guidance of his tutor and they served as excercise in writing and language. There were also pictures attached. One of them portrayed Thranduil, Legolas himself and Valya, all three with blueberry war paint.

At that time, both could go out of the tent for a short walk. Estë started their rehabilitation therapies. Thranduil was so relieved to learn, that his other eye healed well and he didn't lost vision in it, that he almost wept.

When he answered his son's letters one by one, he suggested Valya to write to Legolas as well - the boy seemed to be way too shy to write directly to her.

A month since their second meeting was nearing to it's end, when after multiple checks Estë agreed to them returning home - the reports stated repeatedly that the way was safe. Thranduil now wore a mask designed especially for him - not just to cover his scars and still healing skin, but also to protect it from infection and irritation.

Legolas was extatic to meet them at the gates. Estë and her healers joined them, there was still work to be done and Estë herself was eager to share knowledge with local healers and to lern about their way of healing.

"Ada look, look! Can she play with us? Please? Pretty please?" little prince begged his father, who had a hard time resisting the puppy eyes of his only son. "I'm not sure if she would like to, she could get her beautiful dress ruined, yonya nín," Thranduil spoke softly, before straightening. "But....! But-" "Hush, my little Leaf." the king gently reprimanded. "Our apologies, Lady Valya. We didn't mean to disturb your rest," he nodded his head towards the knight.

CLOSED for @impurc

Running a boarding school for the supernatural always ran the risk of parents being overly caught up during the school breaks, the whole last day of term was filled with apprehension and anxiety for the Forbes vampire. She'd been lucky, most of her students had been picked up and the last of them were slowly fleeting as parents arrived all throughout the afternoon until all were gone. Except one.

Rebekah had called to say that she was stuck in New Orleans and she wasn't able to collect Alyssa for at least another week, maybe even two. Caroline knew the dramatic that surrounded the Mikaelson family. She felt bad for the girl nonetheless, Hope had been picked up earlier in the week by her grandmother to avoid any collisions with Rebekah. Now it was down to Caroline to break the news.

“Sabrina, Proton, I’m about to do a great many stupid and reckless things, watch my back, would you?” They approach as he’s waking from being tranquilized, in the time machines expansive, crystalline walls, still glowing scarlet from when they came and stormed it previously. They aren’t the ones who tranquilized him, but based on the blood on them, they dispatched those who did. And she’s at the head of them, flanked by two other humans, a Mightyena, and a Great Tusk, both ready to strike on her command, and she’s making herself open. “Hey, bud, you’ve had quite the time, havent you? Know I’m the last person you’d ever want to see, but… I’m here. Let’s settle this.”

Voices echoing in his den, the faint rumble felt in sensitive pads and a rush of smells filling his flaring nostrils. Too much disturbance and not enough time to recoup or force a way deeper.

Those damned apes and their enslaved trying to corner him..., encroach on his territory... So terrified of his rage and power that they'd resort to cheating.

Disrespectful sapiens who do not know how to fight honorably hiding behind their brainwashed pets;;

But not him.

Not. Him.

Apex's eyes flashed a baleful yellow that made even the neon and glowing crystals seem pale in comparison. Outraged could not describe what pumped through his veins like fire. Even sedated there was no holding back the raw power this PEST was going to experience first hand. He split continents --

-- And now he was going to split her in half.

" ...I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!!! " The voice from his maw was a mimicked and borrowed one, a voice very familiar and from words once said long long ago. Her voice amplified shook the walls. Is that clear enough?? He'd sooner let this dreadful place be his tomb. An honorable way for a dragon to die then grow soft with a helpful hand. He's not a domesticated pet that will be handled. He was an ancient predator that shaped the very lands this puny runt dares inhabit.

The heavy foot stomped on the floor cracked stone. Final warning. A cornered beast knows no limits.

I hate this place. I can’t believe I am coming back to the place whose name belong to the person who tortured her. Ali thought annoyed as she got out of her car, ignoring the stares from the college students as she made her way over to the college dormitories. 

Recalling the phone conversation she had with her father, she argue with him about visiting this place and what had happened to them back in the 50′s till she caved in that he will do something in return for her. 

Ali ignored the whistles from the male students as she entered the dormitory building, and following the instructions that her father given her, and stood in front of door,  feeling and probably look uncomfortable in this place, she knocked and waited.

@draco-fuckingmalfoy    (continued from here )

Samson shrugged. "It’s true that no one can help, if y' won't let 'em." 

His accents were rough and uncultured, a far cry from young Malfoy's. Samson was an Orkneyman, a mix of Norse, Scot, and and who knows what. He'd been an Auror for almost twenty years, having come of age at the same time as the Marauders. In fact he'd known them well, having been a fellow Gryffindor.

However he'd not been so Gryffindor-exclusive as most of his house. For instance, he'd got on decently with Severus Snape, though after graduation they'd limited their interactions to Grimauld Place. He grieved Snape's loss as much as he did Tonks, Lupin, and the rest. It was part of the reason he wanted to help Draco now.  

Like most in the Order, he was aware that Snape had killed Dumbledore to protect the boy, at Dumbledore's own request. The last thing Snape or Dumbledore would want was for Draco to rot in Azkaban.

"Shacklebolt says he's willin' to grant ya probation," Samson went on, "but  there's a condition. Ye'll have t' be in custody of someone that'll take responsibility fer yer actions. I'd be willing. Me and Lennie--that's me foster-daughter--can't offer ya the lifestyle yer used to. But I can promise ye'll want fer nothin."