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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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Christine and Dean, please! I can't resist the crack option, but with fluffiness too if it can fit in there!

Kate/1/all the fluff

no really. 4.

No, really let's do four.

[When being on the run for six years means you missed most of your "formative movie years" (Stiles's words, not hers), it becomes your (boy?)friend's responsibility to catch you up on what you've missed. Cora would roll her eyes at the suggestion, but as far as hanging out goes, movies are easy. She's not expected to talk much, unless it's about the movie, and even then, Stiles covers most of that for her.

In this (relationship?) (friendship?) situation, Stiles is still the more verbal of the two. It's probably better that way.

The point of the matter is, Stiles is determined to catch her up on six years of cinematic mastery, in addition to making sure she's seen what he deems "the essentials," and Cora mostly is just sitting cross-legged on his couch with the popcorn, watching as he sorts through the movies to determine what they're watching next and trying to figure out what this is.

(It's probably just friendship. Friendship is good. Cora needs more friends, a lot more friends, but things with Stiles always feel different than hanging out with Scott or Isaac or Lydia. She doesn't entirely know what to make of that.)

She's staring intently into Stiles's shoulders, so lost in her thoughts that she doesn't entirely realize that he's turned around and is asking her a question.]

Sorry, what?

[In a magical world where we just wildly AU S5 after the demise of Forwood, and That Thing at the end of 3B just didn't happen, Matt follows Tyler out to Beacon Hills because he's looking for something. Probably not a pack, but his best friend just feels the urge to go, and since he and Tyler are on an epic road trip of brotime and self-discovery, Matt goes with.

It's werewolf country. At least that means no vampires.

(Except for, you know, Tyler. Sort of.)

Regardless, when they get there they find out that the thing that dragged them there is the Nematon, which is kind of like a giant supernatural homing beacon, and Matt has a feeling that it's not long before their relatively vampire-free existence turns into something a lot more dangerous, but Matt is also easily distracted and that distraction comes in the form of Allison Argent.

Repeatedly.

Eventually in several different positions.

(Matt just generally tries to avoid Scott, despite the fact that he's become Tyler's alpha even though "He's not in the pack."

He's totally in the pack.)

Regardless of the inherent Scott issues, Matt likes Allison. She's smart and sharp and funny and badass in ways that he can't even explain, and just being around her is a tunnel vision he hasn't really felt since Elena. Being with her is awesome. The only problem with it is that they haven't really ... defined it.

Not that things like this need definition, they can just be what they are and labels only really matter to other people, but Matt's had so little, and his life has existed in such shades of gray in the mess that is Mystic Falls, there's a part of him that does need it.

So he takes the opportunity when he sees it. The fact that that opportunity happens to come when they're both sitting with their backs planted against one of the trees in the preserve, a few hundred feet off the ground and in a harpy's nest is irrelevant.]

So.

Can I talk to you about something?

[Matt, you really need to work on your timing.]

( pls don't think you have to do them all! i'm just giving options so whoever jumps out at you c: )

[The thing to consider is that her dad really likes Matt. It's a completely opposite situation to be in, because for the first time since she got to Beacon Hills her dad is being extremely lax in most, no, all of his rules. He's invited Matt over for dinner just because he's been on the couch doing math homework than she's thought to offer. It's not as if Scott was a bad boyfriend, but he was a werewolf and things were definitely more complicated. Complicated is putting it lightly. It's possible that's why she's tried to keep her situation with Matt as uncomplicated as possible.

Except her dad really likes him. They talk guns and sports and maybe that's what they needed after all the loss, just a small slice of normal at the end of five courses of unnatural, but it's a bit of pressure.

Matt doesn't pressure her though. They enjoy their time together and she shows him as much as she can think to, because one day, when his friend Tyler gets too hurt or when something back in Mystic Falls is too important for them to miss out on, they'll leave and she'll be -- and he'll need to fight better. She won't let him go back unprepared.

It hadn't taken them long to reach the high vantage point and as she inspects her arrows, fingertip pressing against a scratch that she's not sure is a split or just a hairline in the material, she makes a sound of positive affirmation. Her eyeline shifts to glance to him with a smile.]

Sure, what's up?

["Vacation" has always been a bit of a foreign concept to Kate, at least since she joined the force. It isn't that she doesn't have her moments where she wanted to be elsewhere, but it's so easy, at times, to lose herself in her job, and before she knows it she's got months of vacation time saved up and nothing to do with it.

(Except, you know, occasionally sneak off to do some police work that she's not supposed to be doing.)

All the same, she's long overdue for some time to herself - as well as time with Rick - which is why she's got a pile of brochures spread out in front of her, trying to decide what to pick.]

Do we want to do warm or cold?

[He doesn't know when this became a regular thing. But it's not just for her. Sure, being a murder mystery group is all cool and Scooby Doo like until the deaths become more and more real. Until it becomes personal. Their own pack has gotten smaller and smaller, and really just sitting down and doing something normal like watching movies is nice. He isn't asking to break her down or talk, because what can he really expect her to say. This is easier. This he can do.

So with his stack of movies, he gives her a look.]

I said you didn't seem to do well will the whole Rom Com genre. Which is cool. I feel like it's a chick flick kinda thing with some Be. Jerry's after a break up. [Awkward looking around.]

Or something. So I brought the Christian Bale Batman movies. Or there's Kick Ass which kind of makes fun of the whole comic book need. And there's a 12 year old girl who kicks ass. But isn't Kick Ass. She's... kind of better.

[He's mostly rambling now both because cultural references that she's probably not going to get, and because the more he stands here and talks the less he has to decide where he's sitting later. And how close. And where to put his hands. Do they cuddle? Will she let him touch her? Are they doing that? Can he do that? Will Derek eat him for it?]

Only they could make a wedding angsty.

Shules fluff or crack, please! Or both. Or anything else you'll come up with, lbr. c:

[Castle is still wondering how he managed to talk Kate into a vacation, but he's definitely not questioning it. This will be their first time really going away together. The Hamptons doesn't count, in his opinion. He gently fingered the brochure on Fiji.]

Well... warm means I'll probably get to see you in a tiny bikini...

A small pack of werewolves falls through a hole in the universe right into Cora Hale's lap.

It's a couple of weeks after Derek leaves to go get their mother's claws back from the Calaveras, leaving her on lockdown because they're searching for a she-wolf and Derek, which in his and Peter's mind means they must mean her. So instead of letting her fight for herself, because they're dumb men, they bury her in a hole in South America (not literally, but figuratively), and go off to try and defend her honor themselves.

Cora thinks it's a stupid plan. No one really listens to her.

(It really sucks because Derek said he wasn't going to leave her again, and then he did. She had family again for all of five minutes and now she's regulated to the role of prized treasure, something to be locked in a vault and hidden away when she's not. She's his sister, and this is her family, and she can fight her battles for herself.)

But that isn't the point. The point is that a few weeks after Derek leaves and there's been no word at all from him, a pile of werewolves fall through a hole in the universe and right into Cora's lap.

Hale werewolves.

They're not Hale-Hales. They're not related to her in any way, but they're stranded in a universe where they don't belong, telling her stories of a world that ended and she's so lonely that she takes the risk and lets them stay. Peter would kill her if he knew, and probably so would Derek, but since they're off "protecting" her instead of being here with her, she can't really bring herself to care.

Besides, they're good people, and they need the help. And Cora? Cora needs more friends. She left all of the ones she could have had behind.

Alek is the one she latches on to the most - he's her age, and there's an anger in him that she understands, and it makes him easier to stick close to. Ethan, Adam, Connor, they're all nice, but there's something about Alek that hooks her and draws her in and almost makes her forget that she was abandoned by her family and left behind again.

Their full moons are rougher than hers, so they let her lock them up in the industrial basement to the Hales' Buenos Aires property, standing watch until the moon passes to make sure they don't get out and hurt anyone. When the sun rises, there's usually breakfast and sleep for everyone but this morning she lingers a little longer at the breakfast table, looking at the other young wolf across from her.

If she had grown up as a normal girl, a girl who hasn't lost everything that mattered to her several times over, she might be better at this. For now, she's just staring and trying to figure out the words as her fork plays with her eggs.

"Is it good?"

She means the food.

You tend to lose a lot when the world ends.

In all those dystopian novels and TV shows and movies, it's always power or homes or families or quality of life, but they still have a place that's theirs. They have a spot that they want to rebuild from, a world to break ground on and a place to begin. The refugees from Chicago have none of that, they essentially have the clothes on their back and the hope that maybe, one day, they'd find a place to call their own again.

Ava thinks it's a bit of a long shot but she keeps trying anyway. She catches her rifts and hops through her worlds and hopes that somewhere along the way she'll come out the other side to find the person she's looking for, the one thing that's anchoring her to the edge and keeping her from falling over.

(They didn't start out like this. At first it was just friends reconnecting again, her searching for her best friend and him looking for his little brother. But slowly in jump after jump through the universes it became more and more until it was love and she is fairly certain that whenever they do find him, Alek is going to kill her, but she'll deal with that when it happens.)

She hits the ground rolling a good ten years older than the seventeen year-old kid she was when the world ended, and she scans the area, looking for any kind of immediate sign of him. Sometimes it takes them a while - months, even. This time it was almost a year - to track each other down again, but they usually do. She isn't sure how much time passes for him - she never asks, because she doesn't want to know - but with each time they find each other again she starts the mental countdown for the inevitable separation.

(It's just until they find a world of their own. Ava's a demon, she has all the time in the world to wait, but he doesn't have that long. She knows that. She just has to hope that by the time they do find it, it isn't too late.)

She spots a pair of broad shoulders not too far from her, and a grin splits her face. She's already running, tearing towards him like she's being drawn to him. "Connor!" leaves her lips about halfway there, and as he turns at the sound of his name, she's jumping, legs sliding around his waist and pulling him in for a warm kiss.

It's been almost a year. Let her have her moment.

Sometimes, the rift's tendency to make things literal is a bit ... disturbing.

Case in point: Charlie Wellman is currently covered in maple syrup. Incredibly covered. As in head to toe, irrevocably, deliciously covered in maple syrup. It tends to be what happens when you find yourself dropped through a rabbit hole, into a lake of it. It's sticky and sweet and a little dangerous considering syrup doesn't really run off you the way water does and if they suddenly started drowning then they're really in trouble. You can cough up water. What do you do if your lungs get filled with syrup?

Thankfully, this pool of syrup is rather shallow and while it's hard to move through, he can easily stand and not have it be over his head. Granted, he is considerably taller than his companion, but with a firm arm he can help keep her above the surface of the syrup.

Syrup.

He glances to Lena after a moment, keeping one arm around her waist to keep her steady, before squinting at the shoreline.

"Are those waffle trees?"

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Cora | fluff

Wes | fluff

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dumps Scott here for 4

set vaguely after 3a, cora didn't leave

i don't really write him much but.

4!!

4!!

4!!

4; i couldn't decide between hales tbh

4; ok i'm done. maybe.

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All the surprises! No really, I can't choose.

because right now it's all ANGST

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Works for me

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i kinda ship them a little?

... i kinda ship them a little too

because i miss them