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open post } { pointless shippiness

I really wanted shippy things and didn't feel like combing through memes. So I made a post! Comment to this post with your characters, who you want and an option from the list below, and I will start a thread. Shenanigans will ensue.

OPTIONS:

1 - Fluff
2 - Angst
3 - Crack
4 - Surprise Me!

IF YOU CHOOSE SURPRISE ME, it will probably be crack. Because I'm in that sort of mood.

Muselist is HERE and it's not completely updated, but I'm going to try and do that tonight. You may select SURPRISE for what character you want, but if you do it will likely be a crossover ship of my choosing. I don't really do M/M slash, but M/F and F/F are both fair game. Annnnnnnd that's it.

... Go, fight, win!

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There are moments where Ava thinks she's managing her Calling just fine. She mostly uses it on people trying to hurt her, dangerous people who would only hurt others if she didn't. She takes that rage or bloodlust and twists it to her purposes, turning it back on themselves until the violence becomes too much for them to bear and they take care of the problem themselves. She never claims to be a good person, but she's at least a little morally gray, and she can live with that. So long as she's not hurting innocent people, she can live with whoever she does hurt.

(It's part of the reason why she becomes a cop after she lands in that brave new world. People question it a lot less when suspects are turning a gun on themselves, but she's knows that eventually they're going to pick up that hers have a higher suicide rate than most.)

Then there's the moments where she's spending time with Tyler and she wonders how much of a masochist she actually is.

There's a lot of things she really enjoys about Tyler - and she means this beyond Tyler in general, because he is quite enjoyable - but they're both supernatural creatures who are going to live a lot longer than most people should. (He has the potential to live longer than she does, but she tries not to think about that.) He gets the need to curb that predator instinct, and he keeps her secret as she keeps his, not needing to tell the world about the hybrid she's living with in a tiny little apartment in New York.

He doesn't feel the need to tell the world about the empath demon from another world masquerading as an NYPD uniform that he likes to take to bed. In the end, it's a win-win.

Except for the moments when it's not. Because Ava hasn't had any pull a gun on her in a while. She's been stuck on desk duty for a separate infraction, and hasn't been on the streets. The problem with having rules about where you use your Calling means things start to build up and that shade of gray, that area where you become reliant on a certain way of getting things done, is that when that way isn't available, you find yourself a little stuck.

Ava's hitting a reset, she knows it. She can feel the pressure building, the strung out feeling creeping into her system, and she doesn't know what to do with it. Because the one thing she could do, the delicious piles of anger that call out to her from the other room is not an option.

That anger belongs to Tyler. And Tyler's been through enough.

So she just sits, sweating and pale as she shakes through it. She stripped out of her shirt and let out her wings hours again, hoping that will ease some of the pressure (it doesn't). But for now she waits, gray wings curled around her as she tries to just focus on her breathing.

Edited 2014-08-03 15:03 (UTC)

Tyler had been working on a few sketches out in the living room but it's hard when little sounds from the bedroom keep distracting him. You live with someone long enough and you have heightened senses and you become acutely aware of when something's wrong. So he places the sketchbook aside and makes his way into the other room, frowning at what he sees.

She looks bad.

Like something's wrong bad. She's explained her calling to him before but he'd be lying if he said he has a totally good grasp on everything. But he knows it's been a while since she's been able to use it.

"What's going on?"

"You shouldn't be in here."

She doesn't want to hurt you, Tyler. She's got a pretty solid handle on her Calling - her grandmother has nerves of steel and she passed that on to Ava, teaching her to take the reins of the demon inside her and bend it to her whim and to be honest, she's better for it. But right now, the demon is hungry, bucking at the binds, more like a bull in a rodeo than a horse that she knows how to ride.

And what it wants is those piles of delicious anger sitting right in front of her. It wants to take and shape and twist until Tyler's rage is so overpowering that he'll hurt someone else (or maybe himself) and Ava can't let that happen.

She grits her teeth a bit before looking up. "I'm heading towards a reset. I haven't used my Calling in a while and it ... builds up."

"What the hell is a reset?"

Yeah, he's not moving just yet. Because that doesn't sound good -- resetting. And she looks like she's in pain so like hell is he going to just walk away from her right now.

That's just not happening.

She takes a deep breath and tips her head back against the bed behind her. "When a Glays hasn't used their Calling in a while it builds up. The longer you go the worse it gets and when you hit a reset, if you either use it or you go a little insane."

She runs her hands over her face, pulling everything back and trying not to give in to the need to tug on that anger. "And you ... you need to go."

"Why? So you can go insane?" Yeah because he really isn't exactly cool with just letting that happen.

"So I don't make you do something you wouldn't normally do!"

She wants to. She wants to so badly, but after everything Tyler's been through with Klaus, she's trying to reign it in as much as she can. He's fought so hard to make his life his own, she doesn't want to rip that away from him again, no matter how much his anger calls to her.

"Please. Tyler. Go. Before I lose it and ... " Who knows what could happen? With all that anger sitting there in front of her, she can think of quite a few scenarios and none of them are pretty.

"I'm not going to leave you."

Tyler is dumb and stubborn to a fault when it comes to the people he cares about. No matter what it might cost him he's not going to just allow her to suffer. Fuck that.

"If you need to feed, do it."

She isn't sure about this. She isn't sure about any of this. But the demon inside is clawing at her insides, ready to break it's way free if it has to, and she knows that after a certain point, she won't have a choice. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment before looking up at him again.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

If he can help her than he wants to -- it possibly harming him doesn't really bother him as much as it probably should.

She doesn't have the chance to question him on it, even though she should. Even though she knows that he doesn't really understand what he's getting into. Even though it's more than she should mess with, the heightened emotions of vampires and hybrids almost like a high. But she doesn't really have a choice, and she can't hang onto the control very much longer.

So she relaxes, lets go of those tendrils of control, and she reaches for that beautiful pile of anger sitting in front of her, twists, and turns that anger up to eleven.

He feels that anger building up inside of him -- it's something he constantly struggles with but this is a little extreme, even for him. He's not sure exactly what to do with it yet but he's pretty sure it'll be worse before it's better.

Yep, definitely worse. He can't just hold it in, he needs to do something with it. She glances around, trying to see what he could damage without too much of a fuss being made, and she twists again, giving him more impetus and tipping her head towards the blank bedroom wall.

"Punch the wall."

He doesn't think twice before doing it. He punches the wall, easily causing a hole that's going to be a bitch to fix later. But whatever. At least it's not a person.

Walls can be fixed. People not so much. She rides the force of the anger, hard and fast, and she can help that bit of a grin before she goes in for the next hit. One more, she just needs one more and she'll be okay.

"One more time."

His other first goes into the wall now, creating another hole. That's definitely going to have to be fixed later but as stated before -- better a wall than a person.

"That good?"

She looks better, at least.

The last wave of it subsides and she slumps back against the wall a bit. The tension goes out of her almost instantly and she takes slow breaths as everything comes back into focus again. She nods, just enough to indicate that she was done, though he could probably feel the way things went back to normal levels - at least normal levels for him.

After a beat, she looks up at him apologetically. "I'm sorry."

The anger subsides to the normal levels, the levels he knows how to deal with and he lets out a sigh of relief, placing a hand on the wall to steady himself a little.

"It's not your fault."

She can't help what she is. And he insisted on helping.

"Yeah, but still ... I'm sorry."

Because she knows a little about Klaus and those emotions weren't entirely his. She hates feeling like she manipulated him like that.

"I should have been able to handle it on my own."

"I don't mind helping you."

Even if those emotions are hard to push back once they've been drawn to the forefront. Still. He'll survive. He always does one way or another.

"I know. But I also don't ... " She pauses for a moment as she tries to find the right words. "I don't want to hurt you. Or have you hurt anyone else, which could have happened if anyone else was actually around."

"Luckily, nobody else was. I couldn't just let you get hurt either, you know."

It seemed better to help her, even given the risks.

She nods a bit, before shifting forward and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Thank you."

He wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close. "You're welcome."

She exhales slowly, before pulling back and glancing around. "Well. I think we should get out of this apartment for a while. What about you?"

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