#three way thread

Lucas cursed under his breath as he saw the hole in the wall. Right now it was barely big enough to fit a person through, but the wall was cracked around it. With enough pressure the whole thing could give way and collapse. They were still recovering from the herd that had managed to get through, another hole would bring in more of the undead and more people would die. There were a few people he wouldn’t mind feeding to those things, but he also didn’t want to get close enough to them to make that happen. 

Glancing over at Alex, his partner in patrol today he couldn’t help but smirk. The man had no idea the things that were happening right under his nose. As much as he might not like Alex, he thoroughly enjoyed fucking with things that mattered to him and having Alex not know. In fact if he was correct right at this moment Crispin was having a little bonding time, oh the irony of that word, with the woman Alex came in with, little Miss Em. A laugh almost escaped and he hid it with a cough. Not only was that occurring but he had worked his way into Lennon’s panties as well. He couldn’t help but wonder if the man had fucked both of them, he doubted it, he was too old for Lennon, but he’d probably fucked Em, she was a whore after all.

Coming up to the wall he shook his head, “Fucking A,” he mumbled, knocking some rock away with the butt of his shotgun and pulling his sunglasses off. “Just what we need right?” Turning to Alex he gave what he hoped was a friendly smile. “I’m going to get Crispin he needs to see this, you stay here and make sure nothing gets in. I’ll be back in minute or two.” He left it unspoken that Alex shouldn’t let anything out, since he knew damn well Em was with Crispin and Lennon was in the mess hall right where he left her. 

Headmistress Bloodgood had arranged for some of her students to go to Hauntlywood for a field trip. She had just finished selecting the lucky few who’d get to go. She walked out of her office holding the piece of paper with the list of names on it. She put it up on the bulletin board in the front hall. Then she stand of to the side as the students surrounded the board to see who would get to go. As they did, one ghoul waled up to it. The student body parted like the Red Sea as she walked forward. She skimmed over the list and found her name on it. She smiled brightly as she turned and walked away. She held up a picture of a purple genie ghoul. And her smile got bigger.

Allison stood alone in the ceremony cabin. A modest white cotton dress fell flowing around her body to the floor. She had been with the group for some time, and now with Crispin’s blessing she would finally be bonded to a man of his choosing. Small butterflies flitted around inside her stomach. She had seen Narek around, but had never really spoken to, or spent much time with him. However, the butterflies weren’t really there because she was nervous, but more so because she was excited to finally be trusted enough by Crispin to do her part in saving them all. A knock on the door caused to take a deep breath, smooth her hands down her dress, and turn around. Two women opened the door to take her outside for The Bonding. Another deep breath, and she pulled the thin veil over her face and followed them outside. With a wide smile, she looked around as they walked forward. Almost everyone was there, including Cohen, but she didn’t linger her gaze with his for too long. Instead she shifted it to the front of the group, towards her intended and their fearless leader. Once they reached them, Allison stood completely still, knowing better than to make the first move. 

narek-og  crispin 

Finding out Stiles wasn’t dead, really dead, should have been a relief. It should have come as sweet breath in her lungs that one of her best friends wasn’t really gone from the world completely.

But knowing what she knew about Stiles and his wishes concerning his Humanity: Lydia was furious.

He wanted to remain Human. He’d only ever wanted that, and some leech of a creature decided he’d take it upon himself to turn Stiles into something he’d never wanted to be.

Storming up to the doors of the club, Lydia paused only to curl a lip at the place, before pushing past others trying to get in. 

Forget waiting her turn in the queue, she was seeing Stiles if it was the last thing she-

  - Lydia dropped dead in her tracks. Not metaphorically, but instead because a hand was on her shoulder with a strength that surely couldn’t belong to the petite woman beside her. Her senses reached out, and identified the red head as a werewolf, even if the strength alone hadn’t given it away. 

 “Put that hand back where it came from, sweetie. Before you lose it.”

October 17th, 2031

It had been a long eight and a half months for Maya Fey. Despite her status as the current Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique, she hadn’t channeled anyone since she discovered that she was expecting her second child. This had caused a great deal of stress in Maya’s career, because channeling was the main part of her job! The elders hadn’t minded her stepping back from channeling as much when she was expecting her daughter, as they had been pressing her to have an heir for many years at that point. The panel of twelve women aged between 60 and 95 hadn’t minded her second marriage, as she had wed the Chief Prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth. Having such a powerful connection to Kurain was invaluable. 

However; Maya had noticed a significant difference in demeanor from the elders when she announced her second pregnancy. They weren’t nearly as ecstatic as they had been when she told them about her first pregnancy. If Maya was being honest with herself, she was a bit heartbroken that the Elders weren’t as happy as she was. She knew that her daughter was excited to have a sibling, that her husband was excited to have his first biological child. The opinions of twelve old ladies was the last thing that Maya cared about. They had their heir, so why did they care so much if she had more children? She wanted more than anything to tell them off. Of course, she couldn’t do that if she valued her career (which she did).

Despite everything she had been through, all of the constant travel between her shared home with her husband, Kurain Village, and her bimonthly visits to the Kingdom of Khura’in. All of the extra responsibilities she took on in place of channeling, her assistance with the rebuilding of the legal system in Khura’in, and maintaining her relationships with family and friends. It was almost too much, but with the support she received throughout her pregnancy, she made it.

Maya was excited. She was more than ready to welcome her baby into the world. She could hardly wait the two more weeks until her due date. What she didn’t realize when she woke up the morning of October 17th, was that she wouldn’t have to wait any more.

The medium woke at her normal time of 6AM, and made her way into the garden for her normal morning meditation. Unfortunately, she couldn’t focus on meditating, due to the periodic pains radiating in her abdomen. If she wasn’t mistaken, those pains could be contractions but it was too early for her to be having contractions. After about three hours of ultimately fruitless meditation, Maya decided to go inside and make some tea. She could always meditate later.

She was alone when she moved from the kitchen of Fey Manor into the half open dining area that looked out into the garden. She very gently took a seat on her mat and sipped quietly at her tea while looking outside at the falling leaves in the garden. It would be winter soon, so she took the moment to enjoy the bright colors of autumn.

[text to: to the moon] i’m personally fine [text to: to the moon] well. a little shaken but otherwise a-ok?

a pause between texts, the small phone held gingerly in his fingers. each braille keypad marked for ease of access, but he still somehow struggles for a moment trying to get out what he wants to say.

“This is literally the worst thing that could’ve ever happened.” Robin mumbled to herself, pulling out thread after thread of webbing from the inside of her grandfather’s gauntlets. “How was I supposed to know that my hands weren’t sweating and it was webbing.” She pouted lightly as she glanced around the room. She was alone. Robin stopped and put down the gauntlet. “Seriously?! the least you could do was help me out here!” She shouted and growled, going back to pulling string after string once again. 

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