#( I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH NYM )

[the-force-awakens]

every time a white washed poe gifset crosses my dash an angel loses its wings

[galaxy-stardust]

Duskwood

Jakes view

Part 5

After a few hours of driving, he decides to leave the train at a rural place. Thankfully, I know where I get my WiFi from he jokes and starts to search for an empty house. He crosses fields with animals and flowers, little rivers, and a small forest until he finds a place to stay for the next few days.

He arranges his stuff, checks what his pursuers are doing, and makes sure that Nym-OS is working. It's a program he writes that will protect MC from attackers who try to hack her phone.

He spends a few days without being in contact with MC or anyone else from the group.

I've never thought it would be this hard not to talk to her.

Alright, time to contact her before I have to change my hiding place again.

He reads carefully what she has to say and makes sure again that she knows how important it is to trust him.

And they talk about the phone log.

It hurts him to have to log off so early, but he has to make sure that he is safe.

She misses me. Butterflies.

With her words in his mind, he leaves the house, walks to a bus station and leaves the rural area. His next stop will be a city again.

He finds an empty house. Not that hard in a city. It's the worse since he left the first one. The smell here is disgusting and strange figures creep across the hallways.

He checks the newest happenings and asks MC what she found out the last time.

After it, he gets a bit nervous, but then he asks her if she's got time to talk a bit more. He really needs to talk to her after all that happened. Just smalltalk. Apart from everything else.

She worries about me. He smiles. It's a beautiful feeling. Knowing that someone cares about me that much.

He types.

And I'm totally sure about that. Why?

He laughs. I actually really don't have time for small talk, but...

Ha ha, yes, I wouldn't be sorry about that if I were you, MC.

Suddenly, he hears loud noises from outside. Shit... how can this be possible? He graps his stuff, leaves the chat in the middle of an unfinished sentence, and climps out the window, down fire escape and hides in the croud of people on the street. He hears the cursing of his pursuers in the run-down house; it becomes quieter with every step he takes away from it.

Part 6

[lesbonym]

So I was in the shower rinsing off, and my stupid needy high brain was like,,, I miss nym, they can be here too,?, and so yeah I was thinking about you there with me, with your pretty hands and pretty colored nails running all over my body,,

and of course the thought of you being all over me instantly made incredibly horny, and I just wanted to push you against the wall and kiss you until your head was spinning, wanted to drink you in like a drug and go crazy over you (like I always am), I thought about pushing you to your knees and making you worship my pretty girldick,, I thought about the ways the tears would run down your face from gagging, and I could have just cleaned house off in the shower water before I kept fucking your face, wanted see my cum drip down your chin, see the way you smile content, when you make me cum all over you,,

and I wanted to look down and see the way you pathetically whimper and groan for me before I even fuck you, I wanted to pick your pathetic self up off the floor and shove you against the wall again, pick you up by your waist and fuck you until you don’t even know your own name.,

but I’ll remind you baby don’t worry, you’re my nym, mine, you belong to me and you always will, my nyme

🪷that fantasy/daydream I owe you, prince, apologies if it’s not good I’m just a me mess :ppp

(Oh my god 😵‍💫😵‍💫. I've been going crazy over this)

The fact that I didn't ever care to worhip any cock until I met you. Now I'm desperate to worship your girlcock so fucking bad. Desperate to feel your twitch and throb in my mouth, that I just feel so good that you can't help to thrust deeper until I gag. Wanna make you feel so good while tears roll down my cheeks and my pretty nails dig into your thighs. Need to make you feel so good.

Fuck, I'd scream your name so loud if you forced me back against the wall. Scratch up your back so they'd know you're as much mine as I am yours. Wanna feel you stretch me out and fuck me until it's the only think I can think of. Wanna be used by you until you fill me over and over.

[larajeandoodles]

I know it's sort of the wrong time of year and I don't care.

In other news, I've gotten a cat. Some of you may remember the very sad day when my life got all weird and I had to give Nym to my brother, where she still lives very happily today. My new kitty is Mimsy. And yes, she's another tortie. I adopted her very impulsively, very much because I still miss Nym. And I must say it's wild how much I WORRY over the happiness of my cat. But also, I adore her. So much.

That's all. Hope you're all well 💛

[jean-dieu]

For the KC Ask Game!

Raphael: 8, 10, 11, 29

Lazare: 2, 5, 10, 20

Ziel: 10, 12, 14, 19

Nym: 19, 26, 27, 29

Damn spyri, that's a lot of asks hehe. Thank you so much ! (Since there's no universe were I could picture Nym being the KC, I've chosen to answer his questions on other characters :))) RAPHAËL :

8. What do they desire the most?

Answered there!

10. What would be the meal that give them a little ability bonus?

Hmm... Though choice. Raphaël enjoys good food, but he's not very picky. Anything well cooked and tasty enough will please him. However, I'd say the spicy pastry will be one of his favorite as he really likes anything spicy really. And because it's funny: The Demon Slayer Soup, something he refused to eat as a kid because soup=yucky ... Until his mother started calling it "Demon Slayer Soup", then he was sold, and he's still into it as an adult. "Eat your soup to grow big and strong to fight demon" He remembers his mother's words every time he eats one.

11. For martial KCs, favorite weapon? For spellcasters, favorite spell?

Answered there! (short answer: scimitars of course)

29. What would their domains be after a potential ascension?

Answered there! (short answer: Martyrdom, Self Sacrifice, Duty, Devotion)

26. Did they separate from any companions? Why? (Consider killing a companion too for this question)

Wenduag and Camellia. RIP to both but Raphaël doesn't have time for your bullshit.

19. How did they feel during their time in the Abyss?

Out of place. He was miserable. Being Lawful Good in the Abyss was hard enough like that, but Raphaël is a hell-spawn, his tiefling heritage coming from Devils and not Demons. At best, he has ties with a Lawful Evil plan, and being in a Chaotic Evil one was hard for him. His Lawfulness his natural to him, and his Goodness is an ideal he sets from himself, striving to become a better person everyday. Being in the Abyss was a challenge for him as he was trying very hard to not just lash out at every scenes, actions, events he deemed terrible.

LAZARE :

2. How do they feel about Areelu Vorlesh?

Answered there!

5. Do they have a family? If so, what kind? Do they miss them? Do they still have hope to see them again?

Lazare is the son of a noble Chelish man of the Jeggare family and an Andoren half-elf prostitute.

Of course, he wasn't really planned. His mother was even in denial of her pregnancy until his birth. Not being in the right state of mind to raise a child, but still not wanting to abandon him, she and her colleagues decided to raise the child together.

So... Lazare was raised in a brothel by 12 women, all of them being his mother in his eyes. He's very closed to them, and he misses them dearly. Despite his surroundings not being a suitable environment for a child to grow up, he considers his childhood to be a happy one as he was loved and cared for, and he longs to come back to see his peculiar, not-so-little family again.

By the way, he only learns as a young teen which one of his mother was his biological one, and he didn't take it very well at first, feeling like he's been lied to. However, he has long learned to accept the truth, and understand his bio mother's choices, and he's just glad everything turned out well in the end.

10. What would be the meal that give them a little ability bonus?

I really think Lazare has a special feat called "sugar rush" that gives him bonus when he has just eaten sugar. He's really into anything sweet, so I'd say the Blazing Parfait and the Skullberry Pie!

20. Which event of the crusade traumatized them?

Answered there!

27. Favorite animal companion?

All of 'em! Lazare has place in his heart for all kind of animal companion… But he can't help but have a bit of a soft spot for the pipefox. It's just so goofy.

ZIEL:

10. What would be the meal that give them a little ability bonus?

I'd say a good Midnight Soup as it would make him feel all cozy, and an Acorn Pie as it would remind him of his father bringing him a lil pastry after his Church's office.

12. What is their alignment, and why? How do they feel about it? Do they change alignment at one point?

Chaotic Neutral. Ziel's very focus on his own survival, and he's just hoping to manage to get through his problems unharmed. He stopped believing in justice, laws, institutions and government when he was a teenager, and he's now often purposefully and almost out of spite causing chaos around him just to piss off guards and all. A "No gods, no kings, fuck you all" and "fuck it we ball" kind of mentality. He starts out very neutral, not very keen on helping people unless it really doesn't ask much. But really, he's just trying to survive in a city that's very hostile to him, and despite having been raised an Abadarite, he grew very bitter, even hating the church of Abadar after what they did to his faithful father.

He will not change alignment, but will go from very neutral to good leaning. I can't portray him as switching to chaotic good as he's still very much interested in the well-being of his closest friends and companions more than in the fate of the world, but he grows softer and more ready to help, leaving his older bitterness behind him and starting to embrace being a nicer person overall.

14. Which companion is their closest friend?

Ziel has always been quite a lonely boy as a whole. Not much friends as a kid, even less as a teenager as he was purposefully acting like a prick to push people away ("They can't hate me for what I am if they hate me for what I do"). It will probably take time for anyone to bring the tiefling out of his spiky shell, but I could see Sosiel managing to. Offering to paint his portrait would just make him laugh at first, thinking the cleric is just messing with him, but when he understands he's just being honest, he'll realize Sosiel just sees him as anyone else, and it's nice for a while. Sosiel would be like a big brother to him... And Seelah would be the big sister. He's essentially a little brother going through a phase, just needing a bit of help to become a better version of himself. He'd go along well with Woljif for OBVIOUS reason, as he would be the one endorsing his terrible ideas. Oh, and despite the lack of formal education past a certain point, Ziel's a very smart and curious lad, and he LOVES pushing Nenio as far as he could, ready to make things explode for the sake of "science".

19. How did they feel during their time in the Abyss?

Not good at all, and it's mostly because they're a pitborn tiefling. Ziel constantly felt like the Abyss were bringing the worst of him, and driving him crazy. Also, Ziel doesn't have much answer regarding his heritage. No one really does, anyway, or they never told him. His birth was a surprise, albeit an unpleasant one, but still a surprise. He doesn't know why he's a tiefling, and why he's ... Quite peculiar even among his own kind. He just settled for the explanation of being some kind of residual product of the corruption of the WorldWound despite feeling like it couldn't be just that. Like Woljif, being in the Abyss brought him the answers he never had and was desperate yet scared to have. Ziel learned his peculiar appearance and lack of information was due to the fact he's merely an experiment of some abyssal scientist who was messing around with demonic blood, mixing them before forcing it into an unborn infant to see what such a weird combination would produce. Ziel will kill them out of rage, and will be very close to lose his mind at such a revelation, feeling like he's nothing more than some messed up experiment, barely a mortal, and not even really his father's child.

Eventually, the only one who will be able to get him out of this state will be his father who will assure him that he really, really doesn't give a shit about it all, and that no revelation could erase the years they spent together and the fact he raised him.

29. What would their domains be after a potential ascension?

Misfits, Self-Determination, Individuality, Standing up for yourself, Perseverance. Ziel's journey is mostly about becoming proud of who he is and stopping to self-sabotage himself. He stops hoping for acceptance among people who will never accept him, and instead embraces who he is. He stops pretending to be someone he's not, both accepting his qualities and his flaws, and he learns to accept his more vulnerable side. After ascension, he'd be a figure people cast aside from society for any reasons could look up to, encouraging them to not look down in the face of adversity and to never settle for less, as well as pursuing their dream, fighting back, demanding to be shown respect, and reclaiming their place in the world

[spar-kie]

12, 30, and 19!! for rejuv ask stuff

Hell yeah!

12. Any personal headcanons? Feel free to ramble! (You can ask for a specific character as well.)

I know there's a whole bit about Aevis being Jerma, but Saki is absolutely like 100% doing Jerma style streams. She would do the dollhouse stream. She would do the like going out into a desert and opening up rocks stream. She also streams her gym battles sometimes. Also stealing this one from Nym but I think Melia absolutely has chronic pain from Genesis Syndrome, this is something M2 is NOT used to at all. It's part of the reason M2 started smoking weed so much, she heard it was good for that sort of thing.

30. What do you appreciate story wise?

Honestly? Just that Rejuv seems to juggle having such a wide and diverse cast of characters so well. Like sometimes that means characters you really like might not stick around much (KRIESS COME BACK I MISS YOUUUUUUUU) but I like that we get to see a wide array of characters on our journey, it's nice. Makes it feel like a real odyssey.

19. What did you not like about Pokemon Rejuvenation personally?

Okay so like. From a narrative perspective, I get why Melia and Venam broke up. I've accepted that that makes sense. I've made my peace with it, but honestly I am still kinda upset about it. Like I was fine with Melia and Venam's relationship being very low key to the point that you might miss it initially because it doesn't need to be in your face, but I know people who completely missed their relationship existing until after they broke up, and that's just not good. Just the fact that like it's so low key until that moment and the first serious in your face moment that "yes this is happening!" is that they break up. I think there is a scene before this where they say something to the effect that they're dating but iirc it's not a surefire thing that it fires? At least I don't remember getting it and I think some other folks didn't get it either.

I dunno, I think some more mentions of them dating beforehand wouldn't go amiss. Truth be told I'd still probably be upset about the breakup, but I would feel better about it.

All that said if they kill of Melia without her getting back together with Venam I will be on the fucking news.

[whatsthisascianbullshit]

🦐🦐🦐

tell me about a character or story that is giving you shrimp emotions right now (x3)

HI THIS GOT LONG IMMEDIATELY ÚPS thank you @yloiseconeillants for giving the shrimp emotions a direction XD

1. Hien. Specifically Hien and Muireann. Specifically, Hien and Muireann fumbling every attempt at flirting or confessions for half an expansion only to manage it right at the end and then Not Talk About The Future (because Queen is a scary word). She writes a letter using the L word for the first time when she realises the Echo won't protect her from getting soul-snatched. And then she gets soul-snatched. And Hien is told that Muireann wanted to tell him the contents of the letter. SO he doesn't read it and fights everyone to have Muireann's body moved to Doma so he can be with her when she wakes up (there is no other option) (normal behaviour from both of them for someone you're totally not all that serious about) (losers). Anyway Hien fawning over his scary witch wife and Muireann blushing and giggling at Hien's flattery live in my head rent-free forever thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. I am also scrungled over their different arcs with rediscovering/reclaiming culture and heritage because Hien has only ever known Doma under Garlean rule and Muireann doesn't feel connected to Gelmorra or Werlyt and is trying So Hard to find that connection.

I could write an essay. I am attempting for the WoLxNPC wolqotd that was going around but honestly this is the most coherent I've been about them in A While.

2. The complete and unquestionable faith Muireann has in wolparty makes me Insane. Like little miss self-proclaimed Expert Tactician Strategist with plans A through Q for every plan and every plan's redundancy. Just 100% total faith in 3 people without even thinking about it. No questions asked ever. She can run into the middle of the Naadam because she knows Match and his shield will be in front of her before anyone is close enough to try hit her. She can be greedy and cut it close with avoiding attacks because she knows if she does fuck up that Shin has got her covered. She knows she can burn through her bigger hits because anything that turns to her won't make it past Raer. Like it's definitely not entirely fair for her to be putting that on them but it's just such a delicious error? in her judgement? Like Match getting hurt simply cannot happen, Shin not being able to heal something simply cannot happen, Raer not being strong enough simply cannot happen. And when something inevitably does happen it short circuits her brain because to her these are fundamental laws of the universe. It'd be like if gravity stopped working. Anyway her realising that her and her friends are actually not the invincible heroes you find in stories and myths is one of the most delicious parts of Shadowbringers and it makes the whole Final Days things and the final EW area thing just. So great. Putting Muireann in the slap chop.

3. Fucking Ufufu man. SHe's trying So Damn Hard. And she's doomed! She has to be doomed that's how it works you can't get Muireann if Ufufu's still about (probably). She spends her life working towards being a good scholar, and she is! But when her colleagues start getting tonberrified she is forced to pivot. So she doesn't get to leave Nym much. Her friend does (beloved Louhi) and she's happy for her! But like also pretty dang jealous. And she just...always chooses to be kind where she can. She can hold space for the bitterness at the hand she's been dealt, the pain and despair at the impossible task of curing an incurable disease, the guilt of seemingly being immune somehow, the pain of not being able to save more people - to do More. She has to seal her friends inside of a stasis in the hopes that maybe in the future they can be cured. Knowing that depending on how far in the future that is there may not be much (if any) of Nym left. One of the last things she does is try to make grieving easier on her friend in case Louhi survives the flood and makes her way back to Nym. Because for all the crap she went through, she is at peace with her decisions at the end.

And then in the timeskip AU Hydaelyn plucks her from the lifestream and plonks her down in the place of the ambiguous WoL in a failed timeline where WoL perished in the post-Banquet tunnel collapse. And she has to go through it all again.

boop asks

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Epilogue Part: 2

Jake's POV

When you find that special someone hold on to them for as long as you can

Jake lay MC down on the bed getting her a glass of water, he sat next too her and helped her too drink some of the water. Jake lay her back down carefully so she could get some more rest. The next morning MC woke too Jake lay next too her holding her hand. MC sat up spinning round so she could fully see Jake making sure it was really him. MC wrapped her arms around him holding on too him taking in his scent and warmth. MC slowly pulled away taking another look at Jake then she pulled him close and kissed him deep.

They both fell back onto the bed kissing each other, a tear fell down MCs face after all this time of searching and worrying about Jake everything just came out. Jake put his arms around her and held her close once MC had calmed down she was finally able too talk.

MC: I can't believe you are really here, I've missed you so much

Jake: I've missed you MC more than I can say, I don't ever want too leave your side again.

MC: do we need too leave? I'm guessing we aren't safe here

Jake: we are fine for now do not worry I've got a program called NYM-OS, it's blocking our location for now.

MC: I need too get a message too your mum and dad, I need too tell them you are okay.

Jake: send it just before we leave, then turn your phone off and take the battery out.

Later that day Jake and MC spent a little time together before they had too pack up and move on. Right before they left MC opened up the message app and sent a message too Sophie.

MC: hi Sophie, just wanted too let you know Jake is safe and well, I managed too find him last night. We are moving on from our current location now so do not worry if I don't reply I will have too turn my phone off and take the battery out.

MC sent the message and followed what Jake had told her, turning her phone off and taking her battery out. They grabbed the rest of their stuff and made their way too the car. Jake had already found a place outside of Colville, it was a long drive but it was going too put a lot of distance between them and the men after Jake. Jake drove too the next location it was a small out of the way motel, the room was basic but comfortable. It was late by the time they had arrived so MC ordered some takeout, after putting the order in she got up from the bed and walked towards Jake. He was sat at the desk with his laptop open typing away, she put her arms around him taking in his scent a smile spreading across her face.

MCs POV

I never thought I would have Jake back in my life again, but I knew I wouldn't give up on finding him. As it turns out he was the one who rescued me from that building I really thought I was going too die in that moment. Just as I thought it was the end Jake came out of nowhere and saved me, even now with my arms around him I can't believe he's really with me. I'm glad I was able too let Sophie and Victor know he was safe. Things have been hard since Jake had too run but they held it all together and came out the other side. I need too pull away from Jake before I find myself getting too distracted. I have missed him so much it's so hard too pull away, but as I do he looks up at me with that puppy dog look. My heart just melts I feel him grab my hand and pull me onto his lap, I am quick too wrap my arms around him and snuggle into him.

Jake's POV

I am reunited with my love I have missed her so much, these last 6 months have been hell without her. I am glad I decided too track her location I hate too think what would of happened if I hadn't of found her in time. She is safe in my arms once again I will never let anyone hurt her ever again, I promise too protect her with my life. She has her arms wrapped around me her scent is intoxicating she smells beautiful. I have missed these moments the simple things we share is what means the most too me. I never wanted this kind of life for her but we are meant too be together. I never wanted too pull her into this mess but I found myself needing her more than anything. I know she would follow me too the end of the earth if it meant we got too be together. I don't know what the future holds but I do know one thing it's going too have MC by my side and me by hers.

MC: Jake, I love you

Jake: I love you MC

After they ate MC let Jake work while she watched TV it didn't take long for MC too grow tired and fell asleep with the TV on, Jake could hear the faint snores getting up from his seat he turned the TV off and covered MC up with a blanket. Jake went back too his laptop too carry on working but then ore he typed he just wanted too lay with MC. More so after everything that happened so he clicked on a few thinks and let NYM-OS and a few other programs he had been working on run.

Getting up from his seat going over too the bed, Jake lay down next too MC putting his arms around her slowly falling asleep with her in his arms.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Tonks on the Map sounds intriguing....

Thanks for the ask @turanga4!

Tonks on the Map: it started as a challenge for me. I've had strong opinions on Marauder Era fics and I wondered what would happen if I changed a couple details and had Tonks grow up alongside the Marauders.

I got as far as the sorting and hit a brick wall because I was genuinely stumped. I even made a poll about it. The problem was that I want Tonks's BFF to be Pandora Malfoy, cousin of Lucius (would be the same Pandora that becomes Luna's mother) but I had such a hard time figuring out how to fit Pandora Malfoy into Hufflepuff. If anything, she'd be a Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Then the problem came with thinking ok, it's fine if the girls are in different houses, but that limits where I can put their interactions since they're not going to be staying up late to talk in their dormitories.

It's become a logistical nightmare and I get that it's fanfic and I can do whatever I want but the gears are grinding in my head.

Anyway, want a snippet? Here's a snippet:

Two witches arrived and sat nearby. Tonks’s heart jumped into her throat. One of them had pretty blonde hair and the other had dark curls. Their faces were startlingly familiar.

“Lucius,” said the blonde, “introduce us to your friends.”

“This is my cousin, Pandora,” Lucius said, with a gleam in his eyes that Tonks didn’t entirely like, “and her Metamorphmagus friend, Miss Tonks. A rare gift.”

Tonks felt her hair return to its natural mousy brown and nodded.

“Nymphadora, isn’t it?” said the blonde girl. “I believe we’re cousins. I’m Narcissa, and this is my sister, Bellatrix. A shame we didn’t know each other until today.”

“P-please call me Tonks,” she said weakly.

“In our family,” spoke Bellatrix, with a strange, unsettling flash of something in her grey eyes, “we refer to each other by our given names, Nymphadora.”

“Though we sometimes use nicknames among ourselves, Bella. Perhaps Nymphadora has a nickname?”

Tonks wanted to tell them that her father called her Dora, but that felt too personal. She shook her head.

“Little Fifi, perhaps?”

Tonks felt her face twisting into a grimace. Narcissa and Bellatrix laughed, but it wasn’t a normal laugh. It was too tinkly, too rehearsed.

“Dora?”

Tonks shook her head again. That was special, just for her and her father.

“Why not Nym?” Pandora interjected. 

“It’s much too masculine, Miss Malfoy,” said Narcissa. “Nymphie? My brother and sister call me Cissy.”

It was marginally better than Fifi, thought Tonks, so she nodded.

“Only you can call me that,” Tonks said, trying to sound bolder than she felt. “You and Bellatrix and—”

“Al!” Narcissa sat up taller and waved. “Our brother’s here.”

A young man with sleek, shiny black hair sat down and straightened his tie. 

“This is Nymphadora, Alfie,” said Narcissa. “Our cousin. She says we can call her Nymphie.”

Tonks nodded, regretting the choice.

“Nymphie, this our brother, Alphard Black. He’s a fifth year and Quidditch captain for Slytherin.”

“Hello.” 

Tonks gave a little wave. Other Slytherins were coming to breakfast. Pandora was rifling through her brother’s copy of The Daily Prophet, either willfully or blissfully unaware of how odd they looked.

WIP ask game

[writingmysanity]

Sanctuary Part 2

Pairing: Viktor x Botanist!reader

Word count: 2113

A/N: I thought I would have had this out earlier, so I do apologize about that, but I am already working on the next part, so I hope you all enjoy. Unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own, as always. This is mainly just fluff in the way of Viktor finally meets someone who doesn't just pick his brain- but challenges his lack of knowledge in other areas.

<previous Master list next>

“Can't get enough, huh?” 

Your teasing voice stretches down the path, ahead of you, a clear image of the scientist lounging on the bench you’re fairly certain he has laid claim on. Squirrely bunch, your mother always told you. Those intellectuals- so particular. 

You can't help but snicker at the memory as Viktor raises his head, turning to face you slowly- looking more like a cat caught sunbathing. His smile is slow, but sweet, eyes lidded. 

“I suppose so,” he chuckles, stretching his arms above his head, a few soft cracks heard as he slouches back into the wooden planks. “It is very peaceful here.” he admits, motioning for you to join him.

You do, settling back before bringing a knee to your chest, setting your chin on top of it. His lunch lies practically abandoned, sandwich half eaten, his apple not even touched. 

“If I had known you'd be eating, I would have sat with you- my lunch just ended.” you muse, pulling a knife from your pocket, cutting a slice from the apple, holding it up on the flattened body of the blade. He considers the slice for a moment before taking it, tilting it slightly, looking at it curiously, eyeing the blade before taking a bite from it.

“Should I make an appointment?” he muses as you hand him another bite. You laugh softly, shrugging. 

“Up to you, I'm pretty flexible.” he regards you softly, eyes sparkling in the sunlight. You're sure they actually glow. 

“Do you take this amount of… interest in all of those who visit your gardens?” smiling in spite of yourself, you look down at the knife and apple in your lap as you cut another slice, humming in thought.

“Only my regulars,” you confirm, nodding slightly. You swear, he very nearly pouted, lower lip jutting out before he reigns in control, nodding.

“And how many patrons are lucky enough to have your attention, Miss Nym?” He is fishing. You grin wider. 

“Just you,” you laugh at his surprise as you lean back, closing your eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the sun on your skin. You chat quietly, listening to the wind between the trees, and revel in how the constant sounds of the city surrounding you seem to be muffled here. Viktor fills the time with questions about various plants and animals that have taken up residence.

“It is incredible how much you got done in such little time,” he marvels, looking up the trunk of a tree that definitely has been there much longer than you yourself had. Shrugging, you offer him a soft smile. 

“I've been here for just over two years,” you hum. “But even still, much of this was here before- it just needed a little love.” patting the trunk of the tree he was admiring you allow your hand to run down the side, relaxing at the feel of the rough bark under your fingers. “Isn't that right, girl?” he snorts.

“A girl?” you nod, shrugging. 

“Humans and their binaries,” you muse, reaching up to tug a pod off a branch, holding it up to him. He takes it gently, careful to not brush you in the interaction, looking at it with curiosity. “This tree bears fruit,” you explain. “Male trees create the pollen that allows for the fruit to grow.” 

“Huh,” he mumbles. “And what if there are more than the others in an area?”

“Too many ‘male’ trees and there is too much pollen, it leads to some rather unpleasant allergies as long as the season is in full swing,” you lean against the tree, looking up at him, tilting your head. “Too many ‘female’ trees and you have a bunch of pods littering the ground and no blooms or fruit.”

He takes up a stance beside you, slumping into the trunk, his grip on his cane loosening as he listens to you, eyes trained on you- his undivided attention. 

The rest of his visit goes like this, asking you questions and being completely enraptured at your answers, as if your words are gold. The thought makes you flush- no one has listened to your ramblings about plants for long, and you'd rather not scare him away so quickly. Eventually, he looks up, realizing that the sun has shifted much further down than either of you remembered it being.

“I have taken up too much of your time,” he realizes shamefully, looking down, reminding you of a kid caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. Grinning, you nudge his shoulder gently from where you are both sitting on the ground against the tree.

“Nah, the plants are still around- a bit of time won't render them goners. I'm sure they will understand.” he chuckles at that, nodding. 

“But what of your work? Do you not report back to someone?” shaking your head, you shrug.

“Mel,” you admit softly. “But that is a weekly report, which I addressed this morning. I am in no hurry.” he relaxes then, smiling widely, but deflating some.

“I must get back,” you nod, moving to offer your hand to help him stand, if he so wishes. He takes it gratefully, using you as an anchor to push himself up from the ground, wincing. “Perhaps sitting all the way on the ground for so long… was not the best idea.” laughing softly, you bend to grab his cane, setting it in his hand gently. 

“Perhaps not, we can sit elsewhere next time,” you hum before realizing how it sounds, almost expectant, and while you hope to see him soon, you don't expect it. “If you’re able.” you mutter hurriedly. He pauses in his movement away from you, his expression softening as he glances over his shoulder at the exit, deliberating. 

“Lunch tomorrow?” he asks gently, lighting up when you nod, your smile matching his. 

“Tomorrow,” you confirm. 

–

“You’re early,” you hum, leaning over the back of the bench, head hovering over Viktor's shoulder. Jumping ever so slightly, he turns quickly to face you as you pull back so as to not knock into each other. He huffs out a breath at you, narrowing his eyes, hand over his chest in fake offense. “Sorry for startling you.” you giggle.

“It isn't the first time,” he chuckles softly, motioning for you to join him. “Though the first time, you were not quite… as stealthy.” 

Laughing, you stand in front of him, stuffing your hands in your pockets not bothering to hide your grin.

“I didn't know you were there the first time, so I suppose I wasn't trying to be stealthy.” he frowns a bit until you tilt your head. “Are you hungry?” you ask softly, offering your hand to him. He pauses before nodding to his meager lunch- just as small as the day before, but he takes your hand slowly.

“Are we going somewhere?” he asks quietly. You nod, taking the food gently as he lifts slowly, dropping his hand once he's steady.

“I figured a change of location might be nice,” you offer, turning towards the green house, holding his lunch in front of you. He just nods, catching up easily.

“You do not need to walk so slowly for me,” he says slowly, as if he's afraid to say it out loud. His eyebrows pinch when you beam up at him.

“Too much of life is spent sprinting, I quite like a slower stroll- how else are you to recognize beauty in unlikely places?” you motion around you offhandedly, each step bringing forth new sights- new plants, new blooms, new life. Blinking, he nods, looking around, enjoying how everything seems to change the closer you get to the greenhouse. Different colored butterflies and bees floating around you both as you walk- peace washing over you both as you take in the rare silence. As you get to the greenhouse doors, you nod to the left slightly. 

“Over here,” you hum, leading him to the other side of the building. The entire place is brimming with life, brilliant greens, reds, blues and oranges hanging around everywhere. Entire bodies of plants press against walls, painting the panes green, sunlight filtering through the leaves, making the whole room dimmer- as if under a canopy of trees. 

“Do you ever close the doors?” Viktor asks softly, looking around slowly, taking it all in. There is just as much life buzzing around in here as there is out there. Tugging at his shirt collar, he takes a deep breath. You shake your head slightly, opening a door for him with a smile.

“No, there really isn't much point. Who is going to rob a greenhouse?” His laugh is a bit sharp, sudden.

“Someone who enjoys plants?” he offers, raising an eyebrow at you. Snorting, you nod. 

“If they want them that badly, I suppose I can spare one or two,” you grin. Chuckling, he looks around. Large paned windows stretch over his head, but unlike the rest of the greenhouse, the sun has little resistance in filtering in- brilliant rays casting the room with a wave of warmth. The room is large, enough to keep a desk, and three tables. Two of which are covered with various plants- all at various stages of growth and rehabilitation. Papers litter the desk, various books stacked on top in uneven piles threatening to spill over. 

In the middle of the room is a table, a neat cloth placed over the blackened iron. Meekly, you motion to the table with a weak smile.

“Welcome to my inner sanctum,” he pauses, looking at you. You try not to stare as the sunlight catches his eyes, making them glow like the day you met him.

“This is your office?” he muses, browsing the books, fingers stroking over the titles with care. You nod, smiling.

“Sorry about the mess, like I said. You are early,” he just laughs, shrugging. 

“It is much cleaner than my workstation,” he assures you, waving you off gently. “And also, much more… alive than my own.” setting his sandwich on the table you move to the window slowly, pulling out some containers, setting them on the table, humming softly. 

“That is, I assume your lab isn't exactly conducive of plant life.” 

Turning, he tilts his head at the containers, sniffing as he slides into one of the chairs, tugging his food towards him.

“That smells good,” blinking, you look down at his meal before grabbing another plate and bowl. Confused, he follows your movements.

“Wha-?” His words fail him when you set the dishes before him, opening the containers and divvying up the food quietly.

“This… this is yours.” he grumbles, tugging the bowl closer to him, eyeing the soup hungrily. You nod, settling in your seat across from him, offering him a smile.

“I know,” you state, taking a bite of yours. He hesitates, shifting.

“Why?” he looks at your portion- it is obvious you only meant feed yourself, your portion much less than you would normally eat.

“You’re hungry,” you state, as if it is the most obvious thing in the world, not seeming bothered by it at all. He motions to his sandwich and the apple that he had brought. Raising an eyebrow at him, you nod. 

“I know, but you hardly seemed sated by it yesterday,” you pause, leaning back in your seat. “I don't feel like you like that meal.” you observe softly, tugging at your sleeve slightly, trying to ease your own awkwardness, unsure if your behavior was too forward. The words die on his lips, staring at you before he nods slowly.

“Jayce made it for me,” he grumbles. “But it is better than what I packed myself.” eyebrows furrowing, you look up at him.

“And what did you pack yourself?” There is silence for a moment. He seems almost sheepish as he clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ehhh…. Nothing,” he admits, earning a slightly scornful look. Raising his hands in defense, he huffs.

“I find it hard to eat,” he sighs, watching curiously as confusion takes over your disapprovement. “Since the diagnosis,” he clarifies gently, stirring the soup. “Little seems appetizing now.” nodding, you lean forward to pat his arm with a small smile, concern written in your eyes. 

“Eat what you can. If what Jayce made you is what you can eat, then I will not push.” you assure him, straightening again, eyeing the bowl before playfully continuing. “Besides, if you don't want it, I won't say no to more soup.” you tease. He relaxes at that, donning a playfully shocked expression, tugging the bowl more towards him.

“No.” he grins. “Mine.”

----

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[the-force-awakens]

nym, oh my stars! your layout looks absolutely stunning. i'm in love with it. it’s such a good look on you.

in other news, i just saw a rumor on twitter saying that john might come back to star wars as finn in rey’s new movie. i know what oscar said but, do you think there’d be any chance of him coming back? even if it’s just a cameo? either way, i hope this ne project will bring you lots of joy and mention poe in a way that pleases you, because you’re THE poe exepert and deserve the best.

i woke the other day and realised i missed being your stadurst, and talking to you. i hope you’re doing alright and that life has been treating you well. please remember to take care of yourself and drink some water, alright?

much love,

lyra

Ahh, ty so much I'm honestly in love with it myself! It's all thanks to this amazing psd by @/cal-kestis though - when I got done making a gifset for Poe's birthday I decided to go ahead and make a header with it!

Hearing that about John really surprises me, I was fully prepared for the possibility of him not coming back (and I sure as fuck couldn't blame him if he didn't), but it'd be lovely to see Finn again and see where they'd take his story and give him some love he desperately needs.

As for Poe - I'm gonna add the caveat that I've mildly deluded myself into believing this but - I think there is a pretty good chance of Oscar coming back too. He mentioned last year (right around the time Daisy started talking abt it no less 👀) that he'd be open to coming back if the story and director were enticing enough. And while obviously, duh, I don't know him or anything, but the way he answered that question seemed interesting to me because it didn't seem like he was just being thoughtful when he answered it? Compared to other times he's contemplated returning to other roles or whatever, it seemed a lil...sus

Not to mention - Poe's clearly on his mind. It makes sense for Star Wars to pop up a couple of times during the MK press tour, but I mean. "Make love gently to star wars", his (head)canons about Poe in the bedroom lmao, having him promote the Halcyon, etc etc...

I definitely think there's certainly an open door of him coming back. And it's not just Oscar - Lucasfilm went out of its way just last year to publish a short story all about Rey's friendship with Poe, so clearly it's something they want to keep in the fandom consciousness y'know? They pushed a lot of content for Poe, at least, last year (altho some of them were completely terrible, looking at u hyperspace stories), so I feel pretty confident.

I am so, so excited about the new movie and all it entails but I'm also so, so nervous about it too. I don't want anything bad to happen to Poe, and some Bad Blorbo Experiences in the past makes me extremely prone to worrying about him (*glares at aos*). But for the most part, I'm glad Lucasfilm is going full steam ahead with it even though the trilogy gets unfairly hated on (hypocritically, might I add, from a good portion of the fanbase), and excited to see a story about the new jedi order and a grown up Rey (what's the chances we'll finally get that jedi praxeum on Yavin IV? I can hope and dream.)

I've missed having you around as well, and I hope life's been kind to you too 🥺 mines just been super hectic these past few months but otherwise okay 💜

[layanasstories]

Oblivion

FOUR

The first night was no different, I had many dreams but no nightmares. Then on day one without medication I still noticed no difference. I just followed my routine as usual, except that I went to buy the cookies for Andy, as I had promissed. The second night was terrible, the nightmare was even more realistic than before.

Faces were clear, names I could remember when I woke up, Dan, Jessy and Lilly. And even though the events were the same, the places where it played out were different. Certainly the last part, I was not locked in a barn, but in a tunnel or cave. And one name stuck, Jake. I couldn't determine which face that name belonged to, but it kept slumbering in the back of my mind. Day two was a disaster, my routine was disrupted because I slept through my alarm. As a result, I couldn't take a shower and forgot to bring my lunch to work. I missed the subway, and was two minutes late because of that. The working day itself was okay, I did my job as I always did. Wednesday is always a super busy day, I didn't have time for lunch anyway, so it didn't make much difference that I forgot my sandwiches.

Only on the way home in the subway I was attacked by flashes of images. A man who looked vaguely familiar, eyes begging for forgiveness. Images of forests, black birds. None of these images are memories of the past four years. "Would he be right after all?" I muttered to myself. The third night, my nightmare was like a movie. It wasn't a glued together illogical order of things, as it usually was. It was a clear as day movie, every detail, every face, everything was clearly visible. Despite that I still woke up with a scream and I cried my eyes out, I felt no emotions linked to these images, I cried because it was such a sad story. I didn't want to give in, although deep down I knew what these nightmares meant. The fire has burned my skin, the scars on my arms are proof of that. Until recently I thought because of the car accident. But now I'm starting to doubt that. My nightmares tell me a very different story, even though I can't connect myself to them. Day three, I called in sick from work. I couldn't bring myself to go, instead I grabbed a notepad and started writing down everything I could remember about my nightmares.

I stopped when my brain started to stutter and no new things came up. I looked at it briefly, but didn't want to analyze it just yet. I got up to stretch my legs and make a cup of coffee. While I'm waiting for my coffee to be ready, I ponder what else I could write. Then I realize that I don't really know much about my time in the hospital. Those, too, are just fragments of images. With my coffee in hand I grab a new piece of paper. When I want to start, I put my cup on the paper with my distracted head, which makes a circle, and stain the paper with some coffee drops. I wipe it clean with my sleeve instead of getting a new piece of paper. Then as with the previous one I start writing down which names I still remember.

Finally, I draw a big question mark next to everything. If I still scratch the paper with my pen, thinking, an image pops up that I've never seen before. I lie on a stretcher and I am carried out of a tunnel-like space. I remember the smell of fire and smoke. But can't make anything out of it other than this image. Annoyed, I put my pen down. "Damn, he's right. The pills are suppressing my memories" I sigh through my teeth. I pick up my phone and see to my dismay that it is already late afternoon. "Why does time always go so fast, when you need more of it." I roll my eyes at myself. Then I open the chat.

Layana: Day three. And you were right. While I still don't fully trust you, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.

It really just takes a few seconds for Nym-0s to come online

Nym-0s: That's enough for me.

Layana: And what now? You said we could meet?

Nym-0s: Hungry?

Layana: What?

Nym-0s: Are you hungry?

Layana: I am always hungry...

Nym-0s: I know :) Let's meet, I know a little restaurant, it's quiet enough to talk, but busy enough for you to feel comfortable.

Nym-0s: What do you say?

I think for a moment, it doesn't feel safe at all. But what have I got to lose? Nothing right?

Layana: Okay. Send me the address.

[lesbonym]

Hiii nym I'm such a snuggly guy rn and and I want to chomp on you softly sucking on your neck and pressing my chest against you soft boobs pressing against yours holding your body groping you and holding you in my hands and mouth and cuddle fucking and I'm so sleepy but I want you

-🦠

Aww, sweet boy. I've been missing you so bad. I'd love to let you cuddle so close and let you chomp and suck as much as you please. My boobs are so so soft, you'd be the only one that'll appreciate them today. Would love to feel your hands all over me while my hands roam all over you. Would love for the laziest and sleepiest fucking as we fill the room with our tired moans. I'll make sure you feel so soft and perfect and give you anything you want and need.

[imaginejamesandsirius]

ur blog. it's... the best thing to happen to ao3 istg the way i obsessively read allll ur fics isn't funny lmao.

prompt : high school roommates enemies to friends to lovers au GO

"I hate him," Sirius grumbled into his phone.

"What's he done that's so horrible?" Andromeda asked. She was a lot more fun before she became his legal guardian and had to start parenting him all the time. Now she expected for him to be reasonable. How wretched.

"He leaves his clothes everywhere."

"You leave your shoes everywhere."

"Yeah, shoes, not everything. It's bloody ridiculous! He leaves his dirty pants in front of the door. Yesterday, I found one of his socks in my bed. His sock. In my bed. Can you believe that?"

"He's a teenager. You're a teenager. You'd think you'd be a little more understanding about his messiness. It's not like you're Mr. Clean yourself."

Sirius groaned. "Really? You're taking his side? You haven't even met him!"

"I haven't met him, no, but I've heard you whinge about a lot of people," she said dryly. "I can tell the difference between harmless and dangerous by now."

"I never said he was dangerous," he protested, because he hadn't. All he'd said was that James was sodding annoying. And that he hated him. And that if he could kill him and get a new roommate instead of going to prison, he would gladly do it. Besides, it wasn't just the clothes he left strewn about the place. He always mocked Sirius for how long it took him to get ready in the morning. He stayed up way too late and then got upset when Sirius would be up early the next day-- like they didn't have classes, the idiot.

"Uh-huh. Look mate, I don't mind if you want to whinge about him all day long, but you know that you're stuck with him, right? Nobody gets to switch their roommates, no matter if they deserve to be free of them or not. So if complaining to me about it is going to help you deal with this, then great. But if all it's going to do is make you more miserable, then maybe we should look at alternatives."

He would love to mock her for that but... well, he appreciated not just the offer but how nonjudgmental it had sounded. "No," he said with a sigh, "I'll get over it." It sounded like a lie, though. How was he supposed to get over it when the most annoying prick in the world had decided that Sirius should have to suffer for being half put-together? "Eventually."

"Better than nothing," Andromeda said.

"How's Nym?"

"She misses you. I don't think she really understands why you aren't around as much anymore."

*

"What the hell is that?"

"Mind your own business, Potter."

"It was a simple question."

"And I gave you an answer, now bugger off."

"..."

"What?"

"Are you always in this bad of a mood, or is it only when someone mentions your parents?"

"Sod off."

*

Sirius didn't apologise in so many words, but he did put all of James's dirty clothes in the hamper instead of yelling at him to do it. That counted, right?

The set up of today was not ideal, to be honest, but he supposed that all's well that ends well. It was a parent (or guardian) visit day. Nymphadora got sick, and Andromeda had an emergency at work that she got called into the office for. Ted was home with the baby, and Andromeda was busy.

It was fine. Sirius was practically an adult. He could handle his life just fine when his cousin and her husband couldn't come visit him at boarding school. It was hardly the end of the world.

It's just... he'd been looking forward to this. His first school year without his parents showing up so they could tell him everything he was doing wrong. He'd wanted to be like all the other students at this time. They were happy to see their parents. Catch up on everything that hadn't been shared over text. He finally had someone to visit that he would've been happy to see, but it wasn't going to happen. Not today, at least, he thought with a heavy sigh. There was another visit day next term, so he'd be able to act like everyone else then. Just not now.

Gods, he was becoming increasingly melancholy. He needed to eat candy or summat to raise his spirits. He pulled his bag into his lap and was rifling around for a chocolate bar that he knew he had when James came into the room.

"Oh, hey. I wasn't expecting you to be here."

"In my room? Yeah, real weird place for me to be," Sirius snarked.

James rolled his eyes, but there wasn't the usual animosity on either of their sides. "I thought your cousin was coming by this morning. And haven't you been talking about seeing her kid for the past week? You were supposed to be soaking up the sun, having fun for once."

"Nym got sick, so." He shrugged. There was nothing to be done about it.

Whatever answer James had been expecting, that wasn't it. He pulled up short, blinking stupidly behind his thick glasses. Though, Sirius noticed begrudgingly, he didn't look as stupid in them as he used to. He also didn't look as stupid in general as he used to, which was just Sirius's luck.

"What are you doing here? Your parents have shown up for the entire day every single visit day since we started."

"My mum's not feeling well. Baba said he'd be by later, but he wants to make sure she's all right before he leaves."

"Makes sense," Sirius said and willfully restrained any mean remarks he thought about how old James's parents were. After all, who was he to judge about unusual family situations now? Besides, as much as past-Sirius had found humour in James's parents being so old and him being an only child, current-Sirius didn't see what about it was funny. Growing up was supposed to be more fun not less, but whatever.

They sat in silence for a while, Sirius finally locating and eating his candy while James rifled through his coursework for McGonagall.

Apropos of nothing, James said, "I'm sorry your family couldn't be here. I know you were looking forward to it."

"Thanks," Sirius said, startled. He was never so surprised that he couldn't talk, though. "I'm sorry your mum's sick."

"She's not sick, she's just not feeling well," James said immediately.

He blinked. There was something in his tone that was suspicious, but honestly, they weren't mates, and it was clear James didn't want to talk about it. "Well, I'm still sorry."

James didn't say anything for a moment. A too-long moment that seemed to stretch out forever as Sirius wondered if he'd crossed some invisible line that was only known to his roommate, but then he said, "Thanks."

*

How, exactly, the fuck had this happened?

James was his best friend. By a landslide. James hadn't even done anything special! Since their incredibly civil conversation on the parent visit day, there had been a shift in how they dealt with each other. For example, instead of Sirius getting mad at James for leaving his shite everywhere, he would just toss it over to his side of the room and keep going; it helped that James didn't get mad at him for touching his stuff, like Sirius had heard other roommates had problems with. 

Not snapping at each other turned into being friends. How was he supposed to know they had so much in common? He felt like he'd been tricked into this, somehow. There was no other explanation for how this had come about.

None at all.

After all, how was he to know that James was funny? And that they would get along so well once they had one civil conversation? It was ridiculous. No one could've seen this coming, least of all Sirius.

*

He tried to keep it from Andromeda for as long as he could. Just because she was his guardian now and trying to be more level-headed, didn't mean that she was above saying 'I told you so' when the situation called for it. The situation certainly called for it when Sirius had been so wrong and she'd told him that his roommate wasn't as bad as all that.

And now that Sirius fancied him, well, he could imagine the teasing that would come from admitting it. So he kept it to himself and tried to deal with it as best he could, but the problem was overwhelmingly that he wasn't used to this. He'd spent most of his time at school trying to get people to leave him alone. Now that he wanted James to pay attention to him in a very specific sort of way, he didn't know how to go about it. He gave it his best try, to no avail. He needed help, and the only person he could ask was Andromeda.

"I need help," Sirius said as soon as she answered her phone. He wasn't in his room right now-- couldn't risk James walking in while he was talking, after all.

"Everyone in our family needs help, I'd wager, but what is it troubling you today?"

"You're married."

"Well spotted."

"That means you're good with... I dunno, romantic advice?"

"Er. I wouldn't go that far. Ted was the one that got me, not really the other way around. If it had been left to me, we would've been friends till we both dropped dead."

"I'm so glad we have that in common," Sirius said wryly.

"Oh, so you fancy someone," Andromeda said, sounding delighted. "That's a different story then."

"If you were no help when the situation was hypothetical, I fail to see how you'll be helpful now that it's real."

"Hey, I never said I was good at it."

"I know."

"Do you want my help or not?" Andromeda asked.

"Not really. Put Ted on the phone."

She huffed and pulled the phone away from her mouth. He distantly heard her say, "Your son thinks I'm no good at giving advice and wants to speak to you."

"You realise that Sirius isn't a son for either of us, right?" Ted replied.

"Oh sod off."

Ted laughed, then brought the phone up. "Hi Sirius, what are you up to?"

"Why do I have to be 'up to' anything? Can't I just be existing and wanting to chat?"

"Wanting to chat doesn't make Andromeda shove the phone at me, but if you want to be secretive, I suppose that's your prerogative."

Sirius sighed, more out of show than anything else, and explained.

*

Sirius didn't say so to his face, but he didn't think that Ted's advice would be very helpful. Maybe that had worked for Ted, but Sirius wasn't like him. And however much Sirius wasn't like Ted, James was equally not like Andromeda. Granted, his advice hadn't been so specific as to be useless, but Sirius still wasn't sure about it.

In the end, he didn't have to do anything.

James was the one who acted, and he did it before Sirius had a chance to come up with a plan of action of his own. They had secured a date almost before Sirius knew what had happened. Not that he was complaining, mind.

It was a bit awkward at first, with Sirius feeling like he had to act a certain way now that they were romantically involved, but they got it worked out before anything went horribly wrong. In fact, everything was going... wonderfully well. Nothing bad. Little bumps in the road, yes, but nothing terrible.

"You're still a bad roommate," Sirius said, but there was no mistaking the grin on his face. He was sat on his bed, and James was sat on the other. They'd agreed that they should stop snogging so they could get their homework done, only instead of working, they were sat staring at each other with dopey smiles on their faces.

"I've gotten better," James replied half-heartedly. "And I maintain that you're up far too early."

"It wouldn't be too early if you didn't stay up so late."

"If I had anyone else for a roommate, they would have the same sleep schedule as me," James said.

Sirius blew a raspberry, and James laughed.

"I think we've worked it out all right."

"You're right, of course," Sirius agreed easily. He reached for his bag.

"You're not a bad roommate," James said a moment later. "I wanted you to be back when we weren't getting along, but you're not. Even though it annoys me how early you get up, you're not loud. You never turn on all the lights unless I start being a berk."

"Are you going somewhere with this? Not that I'm not enjoying the compliments."

James shrugged. "I just think you're great, is all. I'm allowed to think that about my boyfriend, aren't I?"

"I suppose you're allowed," Sirius said, ignoring the blush rising in his cheeks. 

[duskwood-jake]

I tried to write something for that game... Can I say I like the result? Actually, not exactly. I have to work much more. It's like my skills are disappeared.

Anyway, a story 1/18.

Phrase: And she was the only one he felt he needed.

The only

Silence. Almost full, just a little noisy equipment.

Darkness. Just the monitor glowed bluish.

An ordinary day. Or the night? Maybe evening? Jake was always a little lost in time when he was alone with himself and his thoughts.

Hannah's case was finally over, she was saved, but for him everything went on. Participation in such a high-profile case has only made the situation worse. He still needs to hide, constantly run, clean up all traces of his existence because of a stupid mistake.

His and hers. Because once appearing in Jake's life, MC refused to leave.

Of course, life locked up was not for her, and MC was constantly outside - work, friends - all this was waiting outside the house. And Jake... He probably just seemed like a maniac now that he was putting tracking programs on all her smart devices. Well, it worth it. If for her safety, it is necessary to finally destroy his reputation, he is ready for this step. Although what is his reputation?.. Jake grinned, glancing at the screen, where the image of the Nym-0s is open in one of the windows. For everyone who knows about his existence, he's been a jerk for a long time. Maybe except for Hannah, Lilly and MC. Although he's still not sure about the sisters - they haven't talked properly. But MC definitely didn't think he was a jerk for some reason. Maybe that's why she was the only one Jake felt he needed.

MC hasn't been in for a few days, but that's not a problem. She said she was going away for a while, so everything is fine. Maybe he's just a little miss her. Just a little bit. Just a little sad. Just...

Jake dropped his head on the table with a soft groan. This is the fifth day of MC's absence. The fifth day, when he did not sleep, so as not to succumb to emotions, not to fall into illusions. And now his head hurt so much that he just... Maybe if he close his eyes for a second, nothing will happen. He's just... He falls off his chair with a thud. Hitting the floor - consciousness blurs, the last thing he can see is an incoming call on the screen of a mobile phone that has fallen out of his pocket.

He only feels the touch of cold fingers on his forehead and opens his eyes with difficulty - as if his eyelashes have stuck together.

- I've always been surprised at how irresponsible you can be.

Jake doesn't say a word. Only rises and wraps his arms around her waist. She hesitates a little, but still runs her palm over his back.

She. MC. She, Jake knew, was the only one he needed. And only somewhere on the border of consciousness an unbidden thought flashed - she said she forgot keys, right?

[youngestwarnersib-a]

“That doesn’t look like a scratch.” -grvmpygills !!

Send “That doesn’t look like a scratch.” | Accepting.

Oh god it’s that guy again.  You see, normally when Dot meets an adult she drives them out of their mind in the first thirty minutes- if that- and the same goes for Marlin but he, unlike the rest, keeps coming back and she has no idea why.  He has to know she’s completely insane– I mean have you heard the way the employees talk about her and her brothers– so why does he do it to himself?  Is he looking for a way to make money– is that it?  No adult cares for or about Dot Warner just because they want to.

“What’s it gonna take for you to leave me alone?” the nine year old huffs as she stands– limps?– up with her hands on her hips.  “This,” she points at herself and then at Marlin, “doesn’t happen– adults always want something before they bail.”  If she sounds a little too cynical for a nine year old it’s because, well, most of the adults in her life are full of crap and she doesn’t want to deal with that again… she’s actually starting to like Marlin.

”Tell me.”