praying wheel

anonymous asked:

How many people have seen Mulder and Scully do it? And why am I not one of them?

Actually seen them in the act? Just two.

Maggie walked in on them at Scully’s apartment one Sunday after mass, right after they first started sleeping together. Scully had begged off coming to church that morning, claiming she was feeling under the weather. When Maggie stopped by with some soup and some Vitamin C, letting herself in with her key, she had expected to find Dana curled up on the couch. She most definitely had NOT expected to find Fox on top of her daughter on that very same couch. She didn’t see much, and she was properly mortified (although not the least bit surprised) as Dana swore and threw an afghan over the both of them, a naked tangle of flushed limbs on the sofa. Maggie turned away while they made themselves presentable and silently giggled into her hand. When she finally caught her breath, she said, “I thought you said you were under the weather, Dana, not under your partner.” It was one of the only times Maggie would remember hearing Fox laugh that hard.

The other was a janitor named Rick, who mistakenly thought he was alone late one Friday when he was making his rounds emptying trash cans. He opened the door to the basement office, then gasped and promptly closed it. He didn’t see much either, not really, just enough to realize that Mulder had that pretty red-haired woman bent over his desk at an impressively sharp angle, files scattered all over the floor. Rick turned and hightailed it back down the hall, praying the wheels on his cleaning cart would stop squeaking so loudly and muttering that it was about damn time that guy got laid.

Michigan Gothic

• M-59 is a wasteland of traffic. The lights change, but no one moves. Your foot never touches the gas pedal, only lifts off and then returns to the brake. You don’t know how long you’ve been out here. You think you see a break in traffic, but it’s just a mirage provided by the heat rising off the engines.

• Every October, you can’t help but feel that the haunted houses and haunted farms dotting the mile roads may not just be costumes and red corn syrup. The metallic scent of blood is at the tail end of every deep breath of fresh air. You smile at the woman in the ticket booth, but there’s nothing behind her eyes.

• You stare out over lake St. Clair, huddling deeper into your jacket. Just past the horizon, you see something rising from the gray, muddled water. It takes you 20 minutes to convince yourself that nothing lives there anymore. But you know what you saw.

• The pot holes, God the pot holes. The grow and change at night, always just inches from your wheels. You grip the steering wheel and pray that you aren’t the unlucky soul they take as fresh blood tonight. Where does one go if they’re swallowed by something so unholy?

• You walk into Tim Horton’s. You could’ve sworn that yesterday this was a Starbucks. No, the barista replies, this has always been a Tim Horton’s. Her smile is just a a little too wide for her face. You fear it will stretch right off and onto yours. You apologize. Of course it’s always been a Tim Horton’s. You do everything you can to make her stop smiling.

• It is October. The Red Wings are playing. It is April. The Red Wings are still playing. They are always playing. They are always playing. They descend on the city, a cacophony of Languages that seem vaguely European, but fill you with dread. The playoff beards are older than you are. There is red. So much red. Everything you see is red. Everything you are is red. Where is it all coming from?

• Children play in the residential streets. They ride bikes, scooters, skateboards. They play hockey. They stand and stare you in the eye as you attempt to drive up their street. They don’t move. They never move.

• The sirens are going off. It’s the first Saturday of the month. The screams almost drown out the sirens. You don’t know where they’re coming from. They are miles away but in your basement.

• The sun is a myth. Heat is a myth. Shadows are myths. They are all simply elements of a ghost story told around a bonfire. The clouds part. Steam rises off of everything. Cold is a myth. Winter is a myth.

One drink, two drink

There were a few unalienable truths about the universe. One, was that life wasn’t fair. Two, was that there was no place like home. And three, was that no one, living or dead had ever seen Nyssa Al Ghul after more than five drinks.

Sara knew better than most that Nyssa wasn’t a partier. But they’d been together long enough and had enough weekends alone away from the League for her to be intimately familiar with the combination of her girlfriend and alcohol.

The stages were clear cut, and absolute, so much so that Sara could practically time it like the stages of the moon. One drink Nyssa was equal parts relaxed and intensely engaged in whatever or whoever was in front of her. Every now and then a small giggle might escape, which would promptly lead to her clapping a hand over her traitorous mouth and looking politely embarrassed.

Two drinks in and Nyssa was no longer mortified by her own laughter, although she would become increasingly frustrated with her words as they began to slur, and if not stopped or distracted would correct her own pronunciation ad nauseam.

Three drink Nyssa was…well, sulky. Her whole mood dipped to a particular low and she was more prone to shrug or nod than speak, letting the other party do all the talking. 

Thankfully, four drink Nyssa always found a new wind, and was ready to re-enage. Unfortunately that engagement normally came the form of telling stories. Stories which, to Nyssa in her current level of intoxication, were hilarious, but were usually terrifying and involved murder or maiming.

But Sara was more than willing to put up with all of the above considering that five drink Nyssa was a stone cold fox. Five drink Nyssa said a lot with her eyes, most of which involved what she was considering doing to Sara with various surfaces in the room. Any other parties or distractions in their immediate vicinity simply ceased to exist. Needless to say Sara like five drink Nyssa a lot.

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T-Minus Infinity

one / two / three

pairing: nalu

characters: natsu, lucy, dan 

summary: time ticks so slowly when one begins to fall into fate

soulmate!au as requested by an anon

rating: t 

word count: 1261

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Lucy tapped on the small rectangular clock attached to her wrist for the fifth time today. The numbers stayed at 7:14:28 still, and with a sigh she ran a hand through her hair. The numbers stayed still even though everything in her life was changing. And oh how she loathed it.

At twenty-five, she was starting to show moderate signs of aging. It was ordinary for the people who had not found a soulmate by age twenty-four to see themselves aging practically in the mirror, but for Lucy, it seemed ridiculous. Her once golden hair was now starting to turn gray, and her beautiful face now had small wrinkles along her nose and mouth.

Lucy pushed herself up from the chair that she was sitting in drinking tea a few moments ago and decided to get dressed. After all, she did have a date tonight.

“And then I said, ‘I can’t believe you did that!’ and it was a hit!” Dan Straight told Lucy with a booming laugh, causing quite a few eyes to look over at their table. Many of them were women, and their envious eyes flicked up and down Lucy’s still curvaceous form. Although she had not found her soulmate, Lucy had tried to keep her aging body in shape if she were to find him or her any day now.

“Hmm,” Lucy said absentmindedly, swirling the wine in her glass. It was a pity. The aged chardonnay was delicious, and she would sure miss it when she finally broke up with the sportscaster.

It wasn’t that Dan was a bad guy. He was just dull beyond belief and almost obviously gay, but she enjoyed her time with him. And the food wasn’t bad either. He had taken her to the finest restaurants in all of Fiore. He was rich for sure, but he could have all the money in the world and still be boring as dust. And as sneeze-worthy as well. The cologne he wore practically clouded when he wrapped her in a hug, which was every time he saw her.

Small wrinkles formed at Dan’s eyes as he looked at her in concern. “What’s wrong, Lulu? Not having a good time?”

Lucy bit back a lie. “No, of course I’m having a good time. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You haven’t touched your filet mignon and haven’t spoken all evening. Are you sure everything is alright, my love?” he said, touching her hand from across the table. Lucy resisted the urge to pull it back and hiss at the man who had been talking about how own life for the past hour and a half.

“I’m fine. Just a hard day at work, that’s all,” she said, sipping her wine with a small smile. She really would miss this wine.

“The work of a journalist never stops. Neither does a sportscaster’s,” Dan said with a slight chuckle, drawing his hand back to his glass to take a drink of his scotch.

“Yes,” Lucy said, her thoughts slowly turning to her soulmate once again.

What would he be like? Was he boring and dull just like Dan, or would be more adventurous. Surely he would be aging as if he were a forty-five-year-old just like Lucy had, but hopefully he’d still have his looks. Lucy’s eyes flicked to Dan’s sparse hairline as he droned about the weather once more and how interesting it was to him. To Lucy, she couldn’t care less. All she cared about at the moment was getting her work finished on time, completing her novel, and finding her soulmate.

After the date was finally over, Lucy and Dan embraced in a hug. He was tall, which was nice, but she didn’t fit correctly in his arms. His arms seemed a little too long for her small frame, and whenever they hugged she seemed to fit right underneath his armpit, which was not comfortable in the slightest.

“I hope to see you again very soon, my Lulu,” he leaned in to whisper, and Lucy felt a slight shiver not from attraction but from annoyance. Why wouldn’t he bother to call her by her actual name? It was the same amount of letters, and Lucy associated the name ‘Lulu’ with her friend Levy’s puppy, not a cute nickname.

“Of course,” she said, leaning in to peck him on the cheek. The peck wasn’t romantic, it was purely friendly. She could smell the strong odor of his aftershave, and she wrinkled her nose slightly.

“Great. I’ll call you,” he told her, waving as he headed out to his car. She headed out to hers and began driving to her weekly grocery run. Even grocery shopping seemed interesting compared to listening to Dan’s droning.

Lucy gathered her weekly groceries quickly in the same order. Vegetables and fruits first, meats second, boxed meals third, and dairy and frozen meals last. Piling it all into the car, she gazed at the clock once more. The same numbers gazed back at her. Lucy growled in frustration and slammed the trunk shut. When would she ever meet someone she truly cared about other than platonically?

She got in the car and began to read her to-do list for the week. It was droll and the same as last week. Her life was so boring, and as she pressed her head against the steering wheel, she prayed for some excitement.

Lucy placed her hand on the steering wheel and began to back up when she heard a thump and a soft yelp. Gasping, she parked her car immediately and jumped out the car door. A man was holding his leg in pain, and Lucy ran over and held her hands out in exasperation.

“I am so sorry, sir! Did I hurt you?” she said, and the man straightened and dusted off his pants. His pants leg was a little ripped, but no damage.

“No, but you were pretty close there. Better be careful. Don’t space out otherwise you won’t know what hit you ,” he told Lucy, turning to look at her.

Oh, something had hit her alright.

The man was stunningly handsome. Although he was aged around his eyes, mouth, and on his body, the statement remained. His hair was a soft rose peppered with silver that she had only thought came in flowers and eyeshadow palettes, and his eyes a deep sage. His neck adorned a checkered scarf of which she’d never seen but looked expensive as Burberry. His hands were now raised in a ‘what can you do?’ fashion and looked sturdy by the lines and muscles in them. Lucy gasped as her eyes met his, and she noticed a smirk on his thin lips.

“Can I help you with something?” he asked, his voice booming.

“Um,” she told him intelligently, and he chuckled. The sound was baritone and soothing, and she instantly loved the noise and wanted to hear it over and over.

“Let me know, alright? People without soulmates gotta stick together, right?” he chuckled again, and Lucy managed a smile even while she was gawking like a schoolgirl to her favorite boy band member.

“R-right,” she said.

‘Real smart, Lucy. Now he’ll know you’re a real catch,’ Lucy scolded herself.

She looked down in her wrap pocket and saw that there was a tiny piece of paper sticking out of it. Curious, she grasped it in both hands and read quickly.

‘Natsu Dragneel, Architect for The City of Magnolia.’ it read, with a number underneath it. He had written two words underneath it.

‘Call me’.








In the low ground, even lower, I saw a petite flower.
Its head comes out of dense grass, quietly approaching the sunlight,

and its golden tendrils, resting on the leaves, dazzle in the sun.
It bends menially in the wind as if a pilgrim is giving greetings.

It has a dream unknown to all, hidden under tall grasses,
but each time a wind blows by, the little flower sees its innermost self.

Walking by the petite flower, I feel curiously calm.
Dewdrops moisten my garment, my inner emptiness and loneliness.

Afar, a prayer in the snow sways his praying wheel,
then prostrates lower than the flower, like the wild grass on the plateau.

In this vermillion monastery, flowers are the most touching sight,
and no passage in the sutra is more vivid than the mutual dependence of two hearts.





Graphic - 胡峻涤

I Can’t Make You Love Me

Summary: Dean is in love with the reader, but will not confess it to her. When she gets a boyfriend, he is forced to keep quiet about his feelings.

Character: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 1,354

Warnings: None.

A/N: I’m thinking of making a part 2 to this. Please let me know what you think ^^ 

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Tokyo Ghoul Character Birthday Analysis

aka MAYBE relevant stuff?

While doing research for my fic, I realized that since Ishida Sui—the guy who loves symbolism and foreshadowing more than any sane person should—is someone who likes to drop little hints everywhere in his manga,  what’s to say he hasn’t hidden away a few of them in the characters’ birthdays? ‘Cuz if you ask me, he does not come off as the type of person to  randomly pick numbers for something as permanent as a birthday.

Sooo with that and his absolute love for tarot numbers in mind, this is what I’ve found:

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Did You Hear the Rain?

Holy wow it’s been awhile.

Oh and I had to post this from my phone so the format is all messed up. Flashbacks have … at the beginning and end. I’ll try and see what’s wrong with my computer and post from there next time.

Title from Did You Hear the Rain?- George Ezra

Stiles stood against the light blue exterior of his jeep. His jeep, his baby. He refused to admit that there was even the slightest possibility that it was giving out on him. He shook his head as he twirled his key ring around his pointer finger. This night wasn’t going anywhere near how he had planned it. He and Scott had been baby-sitting Liam all night, afraid that he still wasn’t quite able to control himself on a full moon. Which he couldn’t do. The bloody wounds in his palm from his claws were evidence enough. And Scott had bailed right before they got to the school to go find Kira. And he hadn’t heard from Y/N in hours. Every time he called her phone went straight to voice mail. Didn’t anyone care about tonight?

Lydia’s car was the only he recognized in the parking lot of the school. At least she was here, somewhere.

A rain drop fell on the tip of his nose and he tilted his head up towards the dark sky. “Great,” he sighed. He knew the forecast called for a storm to come through Beacon Hills but a small part of him hoped it was wrong. He didn’t need anything putting a damper on this night.
He pulled his phone from his back pocket and once again tried Y/N’s number. Once again, it went straight to voice mail. “Hey,” he began, “it’s me… again. Um hopefully you’re on your way. Yeah… so I guess call me or I’ll just see you here. Soon?”

A crack of thunder sounded around him and he stared up at the dark sky again and soon it was like the clouds opened up. Rain poured down around him and he cursed under his breath before running for shelter. He stood nears the entrance of the school, trying to gain some protection from the weather. More thunder shook the sky and he ran his hand over his face and let out a frustrated sigh. Suddenly a conversation with Scott replayed in his head.

“Things have been good lately. And it’s getting me thinking,” Scott said, looking away from the clouded night sky and over to his best friend.

“About what?” Stiles questioned. His attention had been so focused on his the engine of his Jeep but the slight concern in Scott’s voice peaked his attention.

“Just that that’s what worries me. At some point… the scale has to tip one way or the other. Which means that things are going to get really good again…”

“Or really bad,” Stiles finished for him. He twisted the wrench between his fingers letting the weight of this conversation sink into him.

Things had been going well for them this summer. The last thing he wanted was to think about how things could change. For once he just wanted things to stay the way they were.
Now as Stiles watched the rain pour down he wondered about his friends. Where were they? A raising feeling of panic was beginning to spread. Was this just an omen telling him that the scale had tipped?
Y/N clenched the steering wheel and let out a sigh. Her windshield wipers were turned as high as they could go and she still could hardly see out of the glass in front of her. This storm had hit harder than she thought it would. As she left the house earlier she was startled by a loud clap of thunder that knocked out the power. About two minutes into her drive to the high school the rain began to pour.

She had already been running late, and she knew Stiles was probably freaking out. She promised him she would be there. He’d been acting strange about this whole night; talking about it for the past few days, repeatedly reminding everyone about the time and place, even though they all knew the details. But it was clearly a big deal and she didn’t want to let him down. But that’s exactly what she was doing. Running late, her phone was dead, she knew he was probably trying to get ahold of her. Knowing him he probably thought she was dead.

The road ahead of her was completely congested with traffic. The power outage knocked out the traffic lights and the cars in front of her sat didn’t look like they were going anywhere fast. And to make matters worse, she was about 99% sure she was at the back of the lineup. Sighing she rested her head against the wheel. All she could think about was that she knew she was letting Stiles down.

All he wanted was one normal night. Nothing was ever just average for them. They always seemed to be in some kind of danger and all he was asking for was a good, normal night with the people he cared about most. And yet, here she sat, stuck in the middle of the road.
An idea came to her. There were plenty of side streets that lead to the school. They lead through the woods and they would take her about an extra 20 minutes. But that was better than sitting here all night until the lights were working again. She threw her car into reverse and backed out of the line of traffic. Quickly she turned around and headed the back way to the school, praying that she might somehow get there in time.

The rain continued to cover her windshield, no matter how fast the wipers swept the rain away. She turned down a dark road that seemed to disappear into the trees. She might not have even known about this road if it hadn’t been for the time they gone on their stake out for Malia at the Tate house.

She sped down the street, knowing it wasn’t safe in these conditions. But she needed to get to the school more than she needed to obey the speed limit. Besides, there was no one on these roads anyway.

Y/N stuck her hand into her bag that sat on the passenger seat. She had tossed her phone in there on the way out of the house, planning on charging it in the car. However she’d been too distracted to remember to plug it in. Now she wanted at least the smallest charge so she could try and get a call out to Stiles. She would feel better once he knew she was ok and on her way.

She felt through her bag, grabbing miscellaneous items; her wallet, a pair of sunglasses, just about anything but her phone.
She groaned and took her eyes off the road for a second, just a quick second to take a look at her bag. Her phone had to be there, she did throw it in there didn’t she? She just needed to call Stiles, reassure him she was on her way; that she wasn’t going to completely ruin his night. She could practically feel his anxiety from here. In fact she was sure she could feel it.

Accepting defeat, she pulled her hand from her bag and looked back at the road ahead. Coming up quick she saw a dark figure on the road and it took only a second for her brain to make the connection. A wolf. She turned the wheel, praying that she would dodge the animal in the street. The tires spun and all she could do was screw her eyes shut and pray she didn’t crash.

After what felt like forever with her foot on the brake she finally came to a halt. When she opened her eyes she released her breath. Her heart felt like it was pounding so hard against her ribs that they might shatter. She shifted the car into park and stared out at the street. The wolf stood a few feet away, in the same place it had before, like it was completely unfazed by the events that had just happened.

Even from this distance she could feel its eyes watching her. This wasn’t like any other wolf she’d seen. It was long and sleek, it’s dark black fur wet from the pouring rain. This wasn’t just any wolf. With a shaking hands she put the car back in drive and turned the wheel. She began to speed again, away from this animal, whatever-whoever, it was. She felt like she needed to get away and fast.

Stiles stared at the board in front of him. There were pictures and pieces of string connecting different pieces of evidence to each other. So many names and faces that they had placed together over the past few weeks. Had it only been weeks? It felt like years. Time really did drag out in Beacon Hills.

They had no idea where Kate was, or Derek or Argent. People seemed to be disappearing left and right. But at least he knew Derek was alive and hot on Kate’s trail. And Scott was alive. Those moments in the church in Mexico were some of the worst of his life. He knew Scott wasn’t in control of his body in those moments, he would never have tried to hurt any of them if he was. But it was horrible to think of all of the things that could have happened. All of the what if’s constantly played in his head at night. Sleep wasn’t coming easy but that was a feeling he was all too used to.

“Hey,” he heard from behind him, “what are you thinking so hard about?”

He looked over his shoulder and saw her sitting on the middle of his bed. She wore one of his t-shirts and pair of sweats. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, just a few strands of hair falling free around her face. She had come over hours before, hoping to spend the night. She still had nights where she found it hard to sleep alone.

“I don’t know,” he replied, “just all of this still.”

Y/N stood up and walked over to where he stood. He was now chewing on the string of his hoodie, a habit he seemed to have when he was nervous or over thinking something. His eyes studied the board and he crossed his arms over his chest. She watched the way his eye brows creased in concentration. His brain was always working on over drive.

She linked her hands around his bicep and rested her head against his shoulder, staring at the board with him. “You wanna figure out this ‘Desert Wolf’ thing don’t you?”

He nodded his head. “I can’t imagine having Peter as a father and then not knowing who my mother is. Like one strike of bad luck wasn’t enough.”

She nodded her head, agreeing with him. They had become close with Malia after she helped them in Eichen. To say she was struggling with her new life as a human was an understatement. She had so many questions about her family and where she really came from and they wanted to help her. Peter’s involvement in the situation made things even more confusing because he didn’t really feel like supplying them with any answers.

That left room for Stiles to do what he did best, become a detective. Y/N was happy to help him as much as she could. But she was worried that he might let this over take him.

“Stiles,” she said and looked up at him, “we can figure this out. But I don’t want you to run yourself into the ground. We’ve been through a lot lately. You’ve been through a lot and I’m not sure you’re completely over it.”

“How could I be?” he questioned, looking down at her.

“I don’t know,” she replied with a shake of her head. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love how you want to be the hero. And you want to be the one who solves the mystery and protects everybody. But I don’t want you to forget about you. You should be looked after, too.”

He let out a quiet laugh, “oh yeah? By who?”

“I might be up for the challenge,” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders and smile.

“I am pretty challenging,” he said with a smirk. “You know it’s not easy being the mysterious guy.”

“You’re so mysterious,” she said, going along with him. “I can’t keep up with you most of the time.”

“Most people can’t. But there’s perks to being the mysterious guy.”

“Such as?”

“The ladies love it.”

Y/N laughed. “Is that right?”

He laughed along with her before grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the edge of his bed. “Oh yeah,” he told her, “they’re just constantly throwing themselves at me. And I hate to have to be the one to break their hearts but I have to tell them I’m taken.”

“Are you now?”

Stiles nodded his head with a small smile and he pressed his forehead against hers. “I am.”

“I better back off then.”

“You better. Because that girl… I love her.”

Y/N smiled and pressed her lips against his. It was a small kiss but it was commanding. Every kiss from him was. When you’re constantly in danger you learn to appreciate everything. And one of those things that she learned to appreciate was kissing him. Every kiss from him was powerful and she was addicted.

“Stiles,” she said when she pulled away from his kiss. “I know it’s not easy, but let’s try to be as normal as possible. We only have one year left with all of our friends, with all of us at the same school. I’m sure it won’t be easy but let’s try to be teenagers. We could even maybe go on some dates, like normal ones that don’t involve sitting outside anyone’s house and stalking them or long drives to Mexico.”

“You mean dates like a normal couple would go on? Like Stiles and Y/N go to the movies or out to dinner?”

“Yeah, like those kinds.”

“I think I’d like to be normal for a change.”

Stiles rested his head back against the brick of the building behind him and closed his eyes. The rain was still coming down but the power was back on, so at least there was that. More cars had pulled into the parking lot and he had watched as his fellow classmates filed into the school and towards the library.

He kept checking his phone for any word from Scott, Lydia or Y/N but he still hadn’t heard anything. He was about to give up, something he didn’t do easily, and just go inside alone. He would find Lydia and they could do this together. It just wouldn’t be the same without everyone.


His eyes shot open and he looked ahead of him and saw Y/N running towards him. She was soaked from the rain and when she reached him he grabbed her shoulders, trying to steady her. Her long dark hair was soaking and she used one hand to push it out of her face. “I know you’re probably mad that I’m late and I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not mad,” he replied, one hand absentmindedly playing with a strand of her hair. He was relieved. A bad feeling had been gnawing at him for the past few hours but now seeing her in front of him he felt himself beginning to calm down. “I guess I just thought you might not show.”

“I would never do that,” she told him with a shake of her head. “This is important to you.”

“It’s not that big a deal,” he said.

“Are you kidding? You’ve been talking about tonight for days. I know this is important to you. I would never just not show up to something that’s important to you. I was just running late and my phone died.”

“You’re here now,” he said with a smile, “that’s all that matters.”

“Well I have something else to tell you,” she started, but there was a look in his eyes that caused her to lose that train of thought. “Stiles… why is this so important to you?” she knew she was changing the subject, but she could tell that something was eating away at him and she wouldn’t feel better until he did.

“I don’t know,” he said running his hand over the back of his head. “I guess I just want to start this last year off right. It’s a tradition and I want to do this with you guys.”

“There’s something more than that.”

“Ok, fine. I was talking to my dad the other day about how many of his friends from high school that he keeps in touch with and you know how many that is?”

She shook her head, “how many?”

“Not one.”

“That’s not gonna happen to you.”

“What if it does? I mean we’re all going different places after this year. What if seeing each other all the time turns into a few texts here and there and then just nothing? What if I lose all of you?”

Y/N took a step closer to him and cupped his cheeks in her hands. “I would never let that happen. Neither would Scott or Lydia. Don’t you think that after all we’ve been through together it’s gonna be a little harder to get rid of us? Graduation isn’t going to change anything.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Well for me,” she began and slipped a hand to the back of his neck where her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, something she knew he found comforting, “when I think of my future, there isn’t a single version that doesn’t have you in it. No matter what I’m doing or where I go, you’re always there. And there’s nothing that could change that.”

He wound his arms around her waist and pulled her body tight to his. He pressed his lips against hers and tangled his fingers in her hair. He would never be able to explain what it was about her that seemed to calm him down when he was at his worst but he was so thankful for her. Their connection didn’t make sense to most people, it didn’t make sense to him all the time. He couldn’t tell people why they could feel each other’s pain or know what the other was thinking but he was glad they could. It kept them together even when they were apart.

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” he told her before pressing a quick kiss to her lips again. “Oh. There was something you wanted to tell me. What’s going on?”

“On my way here-“

“Stiles! Y/N!”

They turned around quickly to see Liam running towards them. The waves of panic were running off of his body. “Have you seen Malia?”

“I think she’s inside already,” Stiles replied, “why? What’s going on?”

“I need her help. Scott’s in trouble!”

The scale was definitely tipping.

Resurrection: Part Two By V.C. Turner

           Bonnie forced herself to keep her eyes on the road, but the naked man sitting next to her proved to be more of a distraction than she’d anticipated. He barely spoke. He didn’t need to. The rhythmic sound of his breathing just a few feet away was enough to make her clutch the steering wheel and pray she made it back into town without wrecking her car.

           Her revenge plan was shot to Hell thanks to a Bennett witch destiny that she neither asked for nor wanted. Killing him was no longer an option. There would be no epic battle in which she was allowed to save the day. There would be no torture to discover the truth of Kai’s sleeping spell.  There was simply a sexy, evil man sitting in the car next to her - clad only in a ragged blanket taken from the witch mansion.

           Thoughts flooded her conscious mind as she made her way out of the woods and onto the streets of civilization. She should have left him behind, but there was no running water in the house. The structure was a shell for the most part. Bonnie chuckled at the realization that she felt like a shell too: existing, but not existing among the residents of Mystic Falls. She smiled. She nodded. She said ‘hi’ to the people around her, but the truth hit her with brute force: she was a stranger in her own hometown.

           “Penny for your thoughts,” he asked.

           Kai’s voice startled her. It took a few seconds for her to fully appreciate that she wasn’t alone any longer.

           She finally answered him, trying hard to prevent venom from lacing her voice as it usually did when they spoke to one another.

           “You don’t have a penny,” she said, shooting him a brief sideways glance.

           “Didn’t stop you from looking over here to check though, did it?” Kai chided.

           Bonnie forced back a smile. He somehow found a way to flirt with her, regardless of the situation. She still had no intention of letting her guard down around him.

           “Would you give it a rest, please? I’m trying to figure something out,” she added.

           “Like how you’re going to explain resurrecting and housing ‘The Evil One?” he noted.

           “Pretty much,” Bonnie said flatly.

           She pulled into the alley behind her grandmother’s house and ushered Kai inside. As he passed in front of her, she noted his scent. Although he was covered in soot and cinder, there was a distinct masculine smell to him so intoxicating that it forced her to inhale.

Bonnie immediately chastised herself for the brief enjoyment she felt at breathing him in. She hurried him to the upstairs bathroom; then prepared a towel, washcloth, and shampoo so he could clean himself up.

She made her way downstairs, searching for something to eat while she waited for him to finish. There was very little food in the house, but she managed to make some angel hair pasta and turkey sandwiches for dinner.

           The sound of running water in the upstairs bathroom soothed her.  It meant she had company. She tried not to consider the gravity of bringing him back.

Bonnie bit her bottom lip and continued to work. After nearly an hour, the water was still running. A strange sensation crept over her bones. What was taking him so long? Was he okay? Oh, God: She was actually worried about his welfare.

           She shook her head and waited a little longer for the shower to stop. It didn’t. She headed upstairs to check on his progress. Slowly opening the door, a rush of steam hit her in the face, so she closed her eyes and waited for it to clear. When she opened them, bare skin blocked her vision.

Kai stood there with water still dripping from his hair. He toweled off in front of her as if he’d been doing it for years.

           It was official: He had no shame.

           Bonnie stood in silence, trying to form a coherent sentence in her mind, but it wasn’t working. He was flawless and she hated him for it. She tried not to look below his magnificent chest, but curiosity got the best of her.

The quick glance at his manhood was enough to turn her lovely brown face a pretty shade of fuchsia.

           “I – uh. I was worried,” she stammered, “Um. Dinner’s ready.”

           “So is dessert,” Kai said, without missing a beat. His cocky attitude was evident, and he appeared to enjoy seeing the levelheaded Bonnie in complete disarray.  

           He towel dried his hair and leaned into her. The heat of his damp body irradiated her skin as he moved in closer to whisper in her ear. His lips caressed her earlobe when he spoke.

           “You should feed me soon,” he warned, as he grazed his teeth against her neck while kissing it, “Otherwise I’m going to have to find something else tasty to eat.”

           Bonnie shivered at his light touch. She immediately backed away from him, hoping he couldn’t hear her heartbeat pick up speed. The urge to slap him was overwhelming. She had every intention of doing it, but her body betrayed her as it always did when Kai was around.

           “Come downstairs when you’re ready,” she managed to croak out, then turned away from him to head downstairs.

           Kai called after her.

           “Well, if you don’t find me some clothes, I’m going to have to eat naked,” he said, “Unless that’s what you want.”

           Bonnie hadn’t considered his need for clothes. She never thought he’d be around long enough for it to matter. Searching for ideas, she decided to loan him some clothes she’d purchased for her father that he never had the chance to wear.  

Kai huffed at the idea of wearing anything around her, but finally gave in and put on the pants and shirt, which were both entirely too large for him. Bonnie chuckled at his appearance.

           “Wow, just, wow,” she laughed, heading downstairs as he followed.

           “What, this isn’t sexy?” he asked, spinning around.

           “Not really. No,” she said.

           “You barely even looked,” he pointed out.

Bonnie ignored him and arranged the plates on the table. She felt an odd sensation creep over her – she was getting all domestic with Kai.

           It was surreal. She didn’t like it.

           “Just sit down, shut up, and eat your food,” she barked at him, pushing away the slightly warm and fuzzy feelings she was beginning to have for him.

No matter what her ancestors told her, it couldn’t be true that she was supposed to bond with this person. He was conceited and self-righteous. He was arrogant and evil. He was nothing she needed; yet a part of her still wanted something from him.

It must be the loneliness, Bonnie thought. She continued to tell herself that she was merely desperate for company and he provided that, at least for a while.

           Kai gnawed at his food like the caged animal he’d been for the better part of his adulthood. He left bits and pieces of food all over the tablecloth. Bonnie looked at him with a combination of disgust and amusement. It was a depressing truth. He had been caged, freed, caged again, freed, and then murdered. His devouring of food as if there was no tomorrow shouldn’t have been a surprise to her.

           The clock had struck 2 a.m. before Bonnie realized just how tired she was. The day had taken its toll on her, so she prepared herself for bed. She turned down the lights and headed upstairs, passing the spare bedroom on the way to another restless sleep.

She noticed Kai’s light was on and, despite her better judgment, she decided to check on him. Bracing herself for an onslaught of flirtations, she was shocked to see him simply pacing back and forth in a pair of baggy sweatpants.

           “I know I’m going to regret asking you this, but what’s wrong?” she asked, pretending not to care.

           Kai looked her up and down with an expression that she had never seen on his face: fear. Well, it looked like fear. It could have been anything, but to the casual observer that didn’t know him, she guessed they would see fear.

He continued to pace back and forth, without answering her.

           “Come on, tell me,” she continued.

           “I’m waiting,” he finally said.

           “For what?”

           “You wouldn’t get it and I doubt you’d care,” he said, turning away from her.

           Bonnie entered the room cautiously, but continued to press him for answers.

           “I think I’m smart enough to handle it,” she told him.

           He crossed the room to stand in front of her. If his intention was to be menacing, it wasn’t working. Bonnie stood her ground, suddenly feeling Emily’s presence within her.

           “Bonnie, this isn’t about being smart!” he yelled, breathing hard.

           “Then what is it about, Kai?” Bonnie said as her tone softened.

           He paused for a moment, appearing conflicted as to whether or not he should tell her.

           “I don’t know where I was. I don’t know what I was before ending up in that old house with you … I just know I don’t want to go back,” he said.

           “I’m not going to kill you, Kai,” she told him. She didn’t know if she believed her own words, but for some reason, she wanted him to believe it.

           He shrugged his shoulders.

           “That was your plan though: raise me from the dead, torture me, then kill me?” he said.

           Bonnie swallowed hard, feeling guilty for considering murder as a means to an end. That wasn’t who she was or who she wanted to be.

           “It was,” she admitted, “But I changed my mind.”

           His breathing slowed.

           “I’m not afraid of you. You couldn’t kill me before. I doubt you’d try now. I just don’t want to go back,” he said.

           “I understand,” she said, trying to soothe him. The sooner he felt better, the sooner she could go to bed without those pesky pangs of guilt that seemed crop up repeatedly.

           “Like hell you do,” he fired back, “You don’t know anything.”

           “Kai, I was alone on The Other Side, for months! Months! I watched my father get murdered in front of me and there was NOTHING I could do about it. I watched my friends laugh and be happy, move on with their lives, and I couldn’t even touch them -,” she cut herself off and walked away, turning around to prevent him from seeing her tears.

           “Bonnie…” he paused briefly, “Bonnie, you’re right, okay? The Other Side was shitty. But at least you could see…something or someone. I had darkness. I had pain, this unbelievable, unforgiving pain. So much, I just screamed; couldn’t stop. It wouldn’t go away. I could never get used to it. Sometimes I thought there was someone there with me, so I’d chase after the other screams I heard. But there was nothing. Just nothing.”

           Silence fell on the room again. Bonnie’s breath caught in her chest. She had an urge to hug him, but fought it.

           He walked to her and grabbed her by the arms. He immediately let her go as if he regretted the force he used.

“I know why you brought me back, Bonnie, but I can’t help you,” he told her.

“Why not?” she demanded.

Kai shook his head.

“I can’t tell you that,” he responded.

“I can figure out a way to make you talk, one way or another,” Bonnie threatened.

           “So this is how it’s going to go, huh? I flirt with you. You threaten me. I get mean. You get defensive. I back off, you get judgmental – fuck, we might as well be married,” he chuckled, but there was no humor in his voice.

           Bonnie changed her tone, she backed out of the room to stand in the doorway, hoping leaning on the frame would help her steady her mind as well as her body.

           “Just, get some rest,” she said, “I will check on you in the morning.

           “You do need to know something though,” he started.

           “What’s that?”

           “I won’t go back there,” he added, “I will kill whoever tries to send me. Do you understand?”

           Bonnie nodded. She started to walk away, but stopped and turned back to him.

           “Even me?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

           Kai drew in a deep breath and thought about it for a moment.

           “I’m not here to kill you Bonnie,” he said weakly.

Too frightened to ask him any more questions, Bonnie finished her retreat.


           Bonnie thought that having someone else in the house with her would stop her daily nightmares, but it didn’t. The images that burned in her head were of witnessing her father’s death. She watched as her dad ascended the stage in the town square and began to speak. Then a man who looked like Stefan appeared from out of nowhere. He stood next to Rudy, taking the microphone from him.

Bonnie shook in horror as she watched this memory play out again. The crowd was again compelled into submission. They could not move. They could not stop him. They could not help her. She ran helplessly toward her father in slow motion. She knew what would come next. Silas would slice her father’s throat right in front of her.

           Bonnie’s screams were silent. Tears burned her eyes and cheeks, and she fell to the ground. She couldn’t look away.

But the scene changed. Silas was thrown across the stage. Bonnie couldn’t understand how it was possible since she had no powers as a ghost. She looked up and saw Kai standing on the stage several feet from her father.

No one in the crowd appeared to notice her, but Kai did. He reached down and led her up on stage.

“Go on,” he said, pushing her toward Rudy, “Say goodbye to your dad the right way.”

Bonnie shook her head.

“No, no. This isn’t how it happened,” she told him.

“You told me,” Kai said, “But you deserve the goodbye you never got.”

Bonnie began to weep. Over the years, she and her father had finally come to terms with one another. He’d finally accepted her existence as a witch and was proud of her accomplishments. She’d accepted that he loved her and wanted to keep her safe, no matter how much power she possessed.

She flew into her father’s arms and told her dad that she was going to be okay.

“That’s all any father wants to know, Bonnie,” Rudy said, “I love you sweetheart.”

Rudy walked off the stage and into an oval of light. Bonnie then turned to Kai in her dream.

“Thank you,” she told him.

Bonnie’s eyes flickered open. Kai was lying in bed with her. Instead of anger at his presence, she felt grateful at what he’d done for her in her dream.

“Thank you,” she repeated – this time in the conscious world.

“Well, I owed you…resurrection spell and all,” Kai said, smiling cautiously at her.

He sat up slowly and, as he did, and painful loneliness set in on Bonnie.

“You – you don’t have to leave,” she said. Her own words surprised her.

Kai frowned, his look of disbelief so amusing to Bonnie that she began to laugh despite the tears she had just shed for her dad.

“Is this a trick?” he asked.

“No,” she answered, patting the covers and inviting him to sit down.

He wasn’t as terrifying as he had been before, but she was still skeptical about him staying in the room with her. His presence did, however, have advantages. If he could enter her dreams, perhaps he could stop the nightmares.

Kai began to check under the covers and pillows.

“What is your problem,” she asked.

He held up his hands.

“Just checking for any weaponry you might use against me,” he said with a smile that made her heart drop.

“How do you do that – the dream jumping thing,” Bonnie inquired.

“If you promise not to kill me, I’ll teach you,” he said looking down at the bed, “Over the covers or under?”

“Over!” she said.

Kai obeyed, sliding onto the bed next to her. They were more than a foot apart but she could still feel the warmth of his body. It was comforting and unsettling at the same time.

Bonnie wanted to be held, to feel like she mattered to someone, but having Kai be the person to do it unnerved her. She missed being touched, being held, being kissed, being loved. She didn’t expect him to feel anything for her, but the least he could do was help fill the void.

The moon cast a faint blue glow into the room.

“I’m not going to hurt you if that’s what you’re worried about” Kai whispered, looking into her eyes.

His gaze startled her: not because he was threatening, but because he was genuinely being kind. She didn’t know how to respond to that.

She scanned his form in the moonlight. Her eyes surveyed him from his disheveled black hair to his full lips, to his strong arms.

Bonnie needed to be held, even if she had to snuggle next to a monster to feel safe. She needed it so badly her skin ached.

She looked back at him feeling the need to say something, but unable to find the best words to describe it. She opened her mouth, but closed it immediately.

“Come here,” he said, reaching out an arm.

Kai waited for her to scoot next to him and after a few awkward moments, she did. He tentatively wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his chest.

Bonnie felt his heartbeat go up, and then slow to a more even pace. She knew hers was doing the same.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Don’t mention it,” he said back.

Without thinking, she wrapped her arm around his chest. Kai hesitated for a moment, looking down at her with skepticism, then placed an arm around her waist.

His look of curiosity made her laugh out loud in spite of herself.

“What?” she asked.

“What – What is this by the way?”

“What’s what?”

“This, lying in bed wrapped around one another – thing. Don’t get me wrong; I actually think I like it. I’m just wondering what it’s called.”

Bonnie almost choked on her words before she spoke them.

“Normal people call it cuddling,” she answered.

“And this is all you do…just lie here?” Kai continued his inquiry.

“Well, yeah –“ she said, trying to hide her enjoyment at his fascination with something that appeared to be so basic: human contact.

“I’m feeling warm and kind of – I don’t know – tingly. Is that normal?” he asked.

“Probably not for you, no,” she answered. She buried her face in his shoulder so he couldn’t see her expression. She was letting down her guard and it terrified her.

He drew in a deep breath and squeezed her.

“But you like it, right? You miss it?”

“Yeah, I do,” she admitted.

A brief silence fell between them before he spoke again.

“Well, hurry up and go to sleep before I say something nice,” he looked down at her and smiled – a wicked, knowing grin that she hated up until that moment.

“Oh. Go ahead and say something nice,” Bonnie prodded, “It might scare me enough to kill me.”

“Fine,” he looked down at her, stroking her cheek, “ You are a beautiful woman, Bonnie Bennett,” he said quietly, “Now go to sleep before I start sounding like a jackass again.”

She simply nodded. She had no words. Her heart felt like it stopped, but she didn’t die.

Instead, Bonnie fell asleep in his arms.

She awoke a few hours later to a warm aching feeling she’d never had before. The foreign sensation was both intense and intoxicating – she was drunk off of it.

She tossed. She turned. Nothing would quiet the sensation, and it was growing. Her eyes opened to see Kai sleeping next to her. She had rolled away from him in her sleep.

Bonnie returned to lying on his shoulder, but the feelings she had grew more intense. She needed something from him and it terrified her to think that he could be the only one to fix it.

He looked so normal there next to her in the dark. So harmless. Her breathing picked up and something inside of her begged her touch him – so she did. She let her fingers graze across the exposed skin of his stomach where his t-shirt was riding up.

More – her body cried out, but it was wrong. She didn’t like him. She wanted him dead several hours ago.  Yet one touch wasn’t going to be enough.

Bonnie feared she was being manipulated somehow. The sudden urge to seduce Kai or be seduced by him should have repulsed her.

But the panting she was doing wouldn’t stop. She shook his shoulder to wake him, desperate for his help. She didn’t know if she was more frightened that he would take advantage of it, or if he would reject her for sport.

“Kai,” she said as she shook him.

He groaned a little then answered.

“What, What!” he said, not really opening his eyes.

“Please, wake up!” she begged. The sensation was unbearable.

He finally turned to her and appeared shocked at what he saw.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick or something?” he asked, brushing the hair from her face and looking at the beads of sweat along her forehead.

Bonnie suddenly lost her words. His genuine sincerity for her well being, coupled with his unnecessarily handsome face, added to her own uncontrollable desire – it was just too much for her to handle.

“Would it completely freak you out if I told you I needed you to kiss me,” she asked him, hoping her seriousness would prevent him from turning the situation into a joke.

“Are you kidding?” Kai responded.

“No, I mean it,” she told him.

“Yeah it does freak me out,” he said, “But that’s not gonna stop me.”

Kai grabbed her face and kissed her mouth with passionate uncertainty. He held onto the base of her neck, while pulling her against his chest with his free hand. He caressed her back and left a trail of scorching kisses down her jaw to her collarbone.

Bonnie’s need only increased by his surprisingly respectful treatment of her body.

“Why are you being so gentle?” she asked, panting with the intensity of a command.

“What,” he said breathlessly, caught up in the euphoria. He continued to plant torturous kisses on every inch of her exposed skin.

“Kai, you can’t hold back,” she pleaded, “There’s something wrong with me.”

“Nothing’s wrong with you,” he said into her neck as he ran his hands down her arms.

It took all her strength to pull him away from her screaming body, but she did because she needed to look him in the eye before she said it.

“Please,” begged Bonnie.

“Bon, I’m a hybrid vampire witch that hasn’t done this in 20 years. Everything in me is stronger now. My muscles. My power. I mean it,” he warned, “I might actually kill you.”

She yanked at his shirt until it fell from his shoulders, exposing the perfectly sinful body she was craving with a fierceness she’d never felt before.

“As if I’m afraid to die,” snapped back.

She grabbed him by the waist and kissed him hard, as if each caress of her lips relieved some of the intense sexual pressure she was feeling. He tore the pajama shirt from her body as she ripped his sweatpants to shreds.

Bonnie needed him. It wasn’t just desire. It sure as hell wasn’t love. It was something that felt supernatural.

He stroked every inch of her body until she was on fire. He wasn’t siphoning magic from her. It felt as if he was, in some way, giving her some of his power.

Uncertainty still remained on his handsome face as he hovered over her for what felt like eternity. His eyes devoured her body as if he were trying to map out the best way to tease her, please her, drive her insane, and then give them both what they wanted.

His gaze did things to her insides that made her writhe violently on the bed. Kai dipped his head down, and began kissing up her left thigh and down her right. He looked up into her eyes, and vampire veins began to show. Bonnie’s breathing ceased and he stopped moving.

Kai swallowed and looked away.

“It’s okay,” she reassured him.

He nodded in acknowledgement, and continued kissing up her body until he reached her breasts. He gave careful attention to every inch of them: nibbling, kissing and licking until Bonnie thought she’d pass out.

Kai reached her chin, and then kissed up to her earlobe.

“Still sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

Kai slipped inside her quivering folds as she dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades. His movement was deliberately slow – to the point of pleasurable agony. Perhaps he was being cautious. Perhaps he was trying to tease her. Regardless of his intentions, she wanted him to pick up the pace, but he didn’t oblige her.  He kept his steady rhythm as he kissed her lips so softly her eyes rolled back into her head.

Bonnie wanted to scream, but there wasn’t enough air left in her lungs. She moaned. She sighed. She whispered his name when he freed her mouth long enough to speak it.

The desire coiled within her so tightly she thought she’d explode and catch the house on fire.

“Kai, please,” she begged him again.

He sped up only slightly as he pulled away from kissing her to look in her eyes. She noticed that his eyes had darkened and his fangs were beginning to show.

“Bonnie, I need to…” he started.

“It’s okay. Do it,” she assured him.

Kai nodded, then pressed his mouth to her neck, biting down hard enough to break the skin, but gently enough not to cause damage to her flesh. He moaned loudly in her ear as Bonnie screamed through both her release as well as his.

He freed her neck, but continued to pant into her shoulder.

Bonnie didn’t realize that she was gripping him so tightly that she’d drawn blood.

He finally pulled away from her as sunlight broke through the windows, casting bright yellow light throughout the room.

Kai looked at her wounded neck rubbing the small puncture wounds he’d made.

“I’m – I’m sorry about that. Do you want me to fix it,” he started to bite down on his wrist, but she stopped him.

“No, I’m okay,” she said as she rolled over to face him, “I just don’t know what this means.”

Kai shot her a wicked grin as he stroked her back lightly.

“Oh yes you do,” Kai said.

“Well, I suppose that settle’s it,” she said, winking at him, “It’s Heaven.”