#So this isn't exactly a happy ending with Newt

[herejusttosufferalong]

Y'all defending Lukey Newts need to touch some grass.

If 🐜, this villainous mastermind (omg) or her mother were behind fd up pap walk, why was he still with her weeks after it happened? Maybe up until today?

Tif said the paps only miraculously appeared when L and A and L's sister left the building, so someone called them to let them know when to come. Exactly, accidently when these two rolled out in their blue and yellow polin coloured outfits. Btw, DM was not in the building, not was Ant's mother. This was someone who knew exactly when they are leaving. Hence A, L or L's sister. But Ls sister on her own is not really plausible due to the coordinated outfits.

But would the guy who deeply cares for Nic, and has nothing to do with this gross pap walk, stay with the situationship after she backstabbed him and hurt Nic? And also hurt him, bc pap walk did not work for his benefit, we can all agree.

But most importantly, would he double down and bring 🐜 to all the places he happened to show up with her during summer? Milan, GQ, Sorrento, maybe Spain?

Because he is sooo in love with her ? We all know he isn't.

Because he doesn't know? I could believe it before Sorrento. But he is not stupid, he could have put together the picture by then.

Also, why did Nic leave so early? Because she was hungry? 😄Or rather angry, not? She loved this season deeply, and this was it's closing party.

Maybe he did not want any handholding because he did not want to confirm, just hint, that is why Ant sabotaged and grab his hand. But he wanted to end the shipping and launch "Cool Guy Luke" . End of the Colin era. He even mentioned in one of the interviews on London red carpet, that he is happy that secrets will be revealed soon (breaking the settee was revealed later, bc it was not part of the mirror scene, so he did not mean that...).

Sorry Ladies, probably this was executed by DM with his or A's help, but he knew about it. Probably did not expect the hand grab at the hotel, but that does not prove he didn't know.

He misread the room and it fall back on him. Hence the defiant silence all summer.

He took it badly fans were not fascinated by him and Ant.

He is a person, not a saint.

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[aziraphales-library]

Do you have any recommendations for accidental marriage fics between Crowley and Aziraphale.

I loved marriage lines and was wondering if you knew of any fics similar to it.

Here are some...

Ineffable Husbands by ImprobableDreams900 (G)

Aziraphale finds an old marriage certificate in one of his books, and it has two very familiar signatures at the bottom...

Sealed by Aethelflaed (G)

London, Three weeks after the Apocalypse: Crowley finds a certain document tucked away in a forgotten book. Mercia, 1020 CE: An angel and a demon meet to finalize an Arrangement... “I’m still not sure,” Aziraphale said slowly, “that the Arrangement need be so…formalized.” “Fifteen years ago,” Crowley snapped, sweeping his wing behind him, “you said you weren’t sure you were comfortable with a nebulous agreement. I don’t know what more you want from me, Angel.” “But it’s hardly appropriate for an angel to enter into a contract with Hell.” Aziraphle carefully placed the document to the side.

Slow by write_away (T)

It started like this: A boy with the ability to warp reality met an angel and a demon and he made assumptions. You might say it started like this: An angel and a demon found a marriage contract hung on the wall of the angel's bookshop. They didn't question it. It also could have started like this: Once upon a time, the angel told the demon he went too fast. The demon took it to heart. Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves somehow married. Crowley fears going too fast. Aziraphale forges ahead. Neither know how to ask questions of each other.

Vows by Bookwormgal (T)

Crowley certainly didn't do it on purpose. It wasn't something that he exactly planned. But a moment of desperation and stubbornness gave birth to the creation of something new. A bond forged of power, hope, devotion, love, and promises that he would never break. It isn't often that a demon metaphysically half-marries an angel.

The Next Time We Wed by seashadows (T)

“Guys, I’ve looked at the marriage license,” Anathema said, “and I’ve gotten copies of our notices and everything. The names on the documents aren’t Newt’s and mine anymore. Apparently they never were. They’re yours.” When a drunken attempt to help a friend gets Crowley and Aziraphale accidentally married, their decision to fake it instead of fix it changes their relationship in a way neither of them realizes the other wants. Over the course of a few short months, two supernatural beings discover that there are plenty of things they don’t know about each other, two humans finally get married (again), and everyone learns how to be a little braver.

Legally Binding by Valvopus (M)

Aziraphale wakes up and wishes he wasn't naked in a bathtub with Crowley. He really wishes he remembered what happened the previous night. Crowley just wants to fix things and make sure Aziraphale doesn't stop speaking to him again, because they seem to have done something truly stupid. An accidentally married AU. This fic is mostly set before said marriage. Each chapter is immediate aftermath of waking up married, alongside the backstory of their developing relationship.

And I assume this is the one you mentioned (but please include authors and/or links!)...

Marriage Lines by Bil (G)

Crowley said, voice very carefully even, “So, were you ever planning on telling me that we were married?” In which Aziraphale finds an unexpected surprise, contemplates parchment and copperplate, visits a picture framer, and eventually gets his happy ending.

- Mod D

[duchess7878]

a part 2 has been requested for my cowboy!Johnny fic! I hope you like it :)

a/n: I love doing these requests, they give me inspiration to write because it makes me happy that y'all can get something from it <3

warning(s): rough sex, dub-con, kidnapping, degradation, slapping, knife-play, blood-play, choking, kicking, manipulating

part 2/2 of cowboy!Johnny short story (unless more is requested and the same goes for all of my stories, if you want more let me know <3)

18+ MDNI

My hand trembled as I read the note. He isn't really coming back is he? I stood for a moment as I tried to consider my options, but my mind was so clouded with fear I could barely conjure a coherent thought. If he came back, does that mean he would take me back to his gang? What would happen to me then? My eyes welled with tears as my heart clenched and my breathe I became heavy. The saloon was bustling as I quickly left the room and walked down the stairs of the saloon, almost tripping over my skirt. I left the saloon and stepped out onto the muddy road.

I didn't bother looking for a carriage because of what happened with the last one. So I began walking down the road and out of town, wanting to leave the area before Slaughter came back. The longing feeling I had when I woke this morning is now long gone, my mind made up that I didn't want this. He was a murderer, and a sadistic one at that.

The road was quiet and tense. I couldn't stop turning my head, just waiting for Slaughter to come out of nowhere and haul me off again. Anyone who knew anything knew that Johnny Slaughter of the Slaughter gang had the most uncanny ability to track in the world. The only thing that you had against it is to keep moving and that's exactly what I was doing. I didn't care where I ended up, just as long as he doesn't find me again. Who knows what he'll do if he comes back and realizes I didn't listen to him.

Johnny could feel the vein in his head throb upon returning to the Newt saloon and you were nowhere to be found. He had quickly searched the rest of the town and had turned up nothing. His instructions seemed so simple and clear, a child could understand. Now why did you have to up and run away? He laughed out loud to try and mask his irritation so the situation wouldn't bother him more than it already has. Johnny began to walk back to the room he had rented the night before knowing that he could pick up your trail there.

"Hey! You have ta-" The bartenders words were cut short as Johnny shot him a menacing look.

"Shut yer mouth. He said, not stopping and turning his head back towards the stairs.

Johnny wasn't going to let anyone or anything get in the way of his prized possession. It had been a while since he has been irked this badly and he would make sure you were punished for that. Upon reaching the room, your scent immediately filled his nostrils. It must be your favorite scent if you used it again this morning. He didn't want to go off of scent alone, as there were many smells in the wilderness and yours can get mixed up in them easily.

Johnny didn't need to search long before he found a solid footprint to utilize in his tracking. Your prints were so clear to him they almost glowed and he couldn’t be happier to be led to his treasure. He stood up straight and began following the prints out of the saloon, down the road, and out of town.

“I’m gonna find you. I will, I promise!” He said, whistling for his horse to come over.

I was growing tired from how long I had been walking. The sun now was setting, signaling I had been going from dawn ‘til dusk. I was sure I had put enough distance between Slaughter and I to take at least a small break, my feet and back were aching horribly. I turned off of the road and walked a little ways beyond the tree line, having a small plan that I would run deeper into the woods in the event that Slaughter did happen to find me. I decided to sit and rest along a tree, the bark digging uncomfortably into my back but it’s much preferred to being on my feet for a moment longer. I wasn’t even able to take in a deep breathe before I heard a twig snap and I was immediately tense again. I whipped my head around looking for anything that could’ve made that sound and I took in a huge sigh of relief upon seeing a doe in the distance. I started to relax and closed my eyes for just a moment.

“I wouldn’t get too comfortable just yet sweetheart.” A voice rang out right next to my ear.

I yelped and shot away from the voice, looking up to confirm my worst fear. How could he have already found me? I put so much distance between us.

“In yer fear, you seem to have forgotten somethin’ darlin’; I have a horse. It’s funny how being so afraid can make somethin’ so simple slip a persons mind.” A malicious smirk formed on his face.

I didn’t bother letting him continue what he was going to say, I turned and ran. My feet were pounding, but that didn’t compare to my heart at the moment. I couldn’t think of anything else but getting away from him, I was scared for my life. I didn’t want to be hurt or killed, I don’t want to be eaten either if the rumors of the gang are true. My footsteps were heavy as I ran through the thick foliage, the branches whipping me and breaking skin all over the surface of my arms and shins. My dress was getting torn with each second I ran through the woods.

“This is pointless ya know. Quit fightin’.” I heard his voice call from behind before I felt something squeeze around my midsection, clotheslining me and sending me flying backwards onto the ground. The wind was knocked out of me and my mouth fell open, desperate to take in a breathe. I heard the ground crunching beneath his boots as he walked up beside me. I looked up at him and he snarled down at me, his fury evident on his features.

Without a word, he kicked his foot hard into my ribs, reeling back and kicking harshly once again. I screamed out in pain, trying to move my arm to block the spot he was hurting but to no avail, the rope around me keeping me in place.

“I asked you to do one thing doll, it wasn’t that difficult was it? Or are you too stupid to understand simple instruction?” He asked. I wasn’t able to respond immediately due to the immense pressure on my chest from the kicking and the fall, I still could barely breathe at the moment.

“You must be since you won’t answer. Since yer so desperate to breathe, let me help you with that.” He snickered and lifted his foot, pressing it harshly on my neck. I went to throw my hands up to lessen the pressure, but ended up pulling my shoulders, quickly reminded that I was bound and completely at his mercy.

“Please..” I choked out, barely comprehensible.

“Please what darlin’?” He asked mockingly, pressing slightly harder.

“Stop, please!” I shrieked out with every bit I had, tearing my throat in the process from the force I needed to implement to produce a loud sound.

“Will you listen if I tell you to stay put in the future?” He questioned, very lightly lessening the pressure on my throat. I nodded vigorously.

“Forgive me, but I just don’t believe ya darlin’.” He sighed.

“Trust me, I want to. You hurt me back there, more than I’m hurting you now.” He took his foot off of my throat.

I was finally able to take in a breath, but a new pain immediately shot through me. Like I suspected, my throat is torn to all hell. I watched as he walked from my head down to feet, looking me dead in the eyes before lifting his boot again and slamming it down onto my ankle. A loud crunch echoed through the trees. I threw my head back and screamed despite my throat being torn. The pain was intense and I sobbed following the scream, not expecting the sudden bludgeon. Heavy, hot tears followed the sobs and that earned a coo from Johnny.

“Aw, did that hurt doll? Maybe you’ll remember this next time you don’t listen to me. This should also prevent you from tryin’ to leave again for a while and just to warn you, I will do this a many times as I need if you make me.” He threatened.

“I’m sorry Johnny, please stop this.” I cried.

“You ain’t sorry, not yet.” He growled, fastening the rope he’s been holding and started dragging me towards a nearby tree. Once there, he stood me up against it and used his lasso to tie me against the tree. My ankle ached horribly in this position, but I knew it would do me no good to tell him that.

I heard a familiar metallic sound as he pulled his knife from his sheathe and stalked up to me. He stepped up until we were chest to chest, he was craning his neck to look down at me and I could feel his warm breath on the top of my head. I refused to look up at him, but that didn’t sit long. He pressed the point of his knife to the bottom of my jaw, penetrating the skin as he forced me to look up at him. I felt the blood run down my neck as I looked into his dark eyes, now filled with lust alongside the rage.

“There ya go.” He praises, removing the knife from my neck and running the tip along his tongue. He groaned as the blood touched his taste buds, it being the most delicious thing he’s tasted in a while.

He then lifted his knife to the side of my neck and made a small cut, latching his lips onto it. He sucked the wound harshly and the blood along with it, but it wasn’t enough for him. Biting the wound, the blood was forced to flow more as he sucked every drop, a guttural groan sounding out when the coppery taste flooded his senses. Now afraid that he may actually eat a chunk of flesh from my neck, I began wiggling in the restraints, scrunching my neck to try and restrict his access. It worked, but he was not happy with it.

A heavy snarl formed on his lips as he lifted his hand, slapping me hard across the face. Before I could even react to the pain, another slap came to my other cheek and a small cut formed above my cheekbone, it bled heavily. A small cry came past my lips as the pain burned throughout my entire body.

“You better not stop me again, or you’ll regret it.” He growled harshly, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look at him.

“Come on doll, can you be a good girl for the bad man? I promise to not hurt you again.” He asked mockingly, getting in my face and licking the blood from it with the tip of his tongue.

“Yes, I will.” I said quietly, choking down sobs.

“You will what? And speak up darlin’, I want to hear you loud and clear.” He said in a slow and mocking tone.

“I’ll be a good girl.” I cried louder, my voice breaking heavily from the abuse it suffered earlier.

“That’s better.” He praised. He took as step back from me and reached up to my chest, bunching it up as he did my undies last night and ripping it open, exposing my chest to the cold air of the night. My buds hardening immediately and he groaned lightly under his breath. Without letting go of his knife, he began unbuckling his belt with his off hand. He pulled it swiftly from his the loops in his jeans and flicked the end of the strap up into his hand along with the buckle so he had a small whip of sorts. My eyes widened, quickly understanding what it was for.

I watched his hand intently and he reached the belt up to my breast and lightly ran it over the mound before flicking it up and bringing it down on top of my tit, the whip sound bouncing between the trees. I felt my chest bounce at the smack and he looked extremely satisfied with his performance. Without another word, he began his work. He whipped his belt onto each breast, back and forth, about 15 smacks on each. When he was finished, my entire chest had gone numb and I couldn’t feel anything above my stomach. My face and chest both out of commission from his torture.

“I don’t think I can wait for that pussy anymore doll.” He said, reaching to his jeans and stroking himself through the thick fabric, his head slowly lolling back as he pleasured himself.

“Then get it over with.” I spat.

“Ah ah ah, you said you were gonna be a good girl for me.” He said, not bothering lifting his head to look at me.

“Please.” I said softly.

“That’s my girl.” He said, shoving his pants down to his knees and taking a couple of steps forward, stopping once our chests were pressed together. He reached down between us, lifted my legs up around his hips and took his cock into his hand. He began pressing his head into my folds, biting his lip in focus once the contact was made. I couldn’t help but blush at the clear desire on his face, and I wondered if looked like this with other women he fucked.

He was slow this time as he pushed his way in, much unlike last night.

“Are you still mad at me?” I asked, unable to understand his behavior.

“Oh darlin’, I can’t stay mad at you. I think you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger.” He whispered towards the end, bottoming out as he finished his sentence. He completely stilled as he made eye contact with me.

“How’s about you come live with me? You’ll be fed, protected, and fucked real good. How’s that sound doll? You just have to keep being my good girl.” He asked.

Knowing that my chances alone were dwindling with every passing day, I considered the opportunity. I wouldn’t have to worry about a place to stay or something to eat, on top of that I won’t have to constantly look over my shoulder everywhere I go. I nodded, understanding that it was my best option.

“Atta girl.” He said, pulling his hips back and thrusting harshly back into me. I let out a yelp at the sudden change, again, in behavior. He began to pound into me ruthlessly, our hips slapping together loudly, the sound making me more wet by the second.

“Damn, you feel so good.” He said, gripping my thighs and pulling me closer to him, my breasts pressing hard against his chest. He pulled back for a moment a ripped his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground next to him.

“Wanna feel you.” He muttered, quickly pressing our chests back together as he pressed his lips to mine gently. His harsh thrusts didn’t let up and whimpers fell from my throat as the pleasure rose from his touch.

“Yeah, tell me how good I make you feel.” He growled, his lips not leaving mine.

“So good Johnny, better than I’ve ever felt.” I moaned against his plush lips, not wanting this to end.

“Damn right.” He said, hips thrusts becoming erratic as he threw his head back, groaning loudly.

“Gonna cum in you doll.” He moaned, locking his hips to mine as he came.

Breathing heavily, he kept himself inside me as he came back down to earth, titling his head forward and making eye contact. He leaned forward and pressed his head to mine, kissing me lightly on the lips one more time.

“I’m definitely keeping you. You’re stuck with me doll.”

Part 1 :)

[eventinelysplayground]

Shattered

This is my second last fic for my 50 follower event and was requested by the delightful @fang-and-feather whose ask I put up on Tuesday if you want to take a look. This fic was hard to get the idea for but then I ended up getting an element I wanted and built two different ideas around that that weren't working so I dissected them and took parts of both along with the element and here it is. I had a lot of fun with this one, it felt like I could be a bit more daring with it in a way. I also switch pov at the end but it's mostly in Comtes. I hope you enjoy the fic Fang and thanks so much for the congrats and all your support especially when I first started out you have no idea how much it meant to me. An outing, a memory and one bad action tempt Comte. Mentions of alcohol, suspected infidelity, pregnancy and blood, WC approx 1929.

The night was warm with the subtle scent of flowers carried on the wind as the moon danced in and out between the clouds. Comte stood alone on the balcony, a glass in one hand and a half empty bottle of whiskey on the top rail. He had managed to outrun his thoughts since this afternoon but now in the stillness of the night he was at their mercy.

She looked absolutely stunning this afternoon, her smile was so radiant.

Comte took a long sip from his glass then let out a short self deprecating chuckle.

Really, this is unbecoming of me. It was all my own choices, I have no one else to blame. It's for the best anyway I would only have ruined her life.

When he had first started to notice that Mitsuki and Arthur were developing feelings for eachother he said nothing, believing his own feelings for her nothing but a passing desire that would be quickly forgotten. He'd had more than his fair share of romances just like that in even his long lifetime and yet…yet as time continued forward he realized just how wrong he was.

Mitsukis appearance at the mansion had brought a light and joy to their lives. She had touched all their hearts but only Arthur had been able to touch hers. Every time he witnessed them together, their happiness, devotion, love for one another, the warmth he felt to see her so happy warred with an ugly darkness in his heart. The darkness only grew as time went on and Mitsuki got even closer to him.

She certainly did manage to work her way past all my walls without even trying. She's always reached out and tried to see the best in everyone even then….

‘What were you thinking!?’

‘I knew you were a filthy klootzak but this is low even for you.’

‘Didn't think you'd be the type to settle down but I hoped for cara mias sake that I was wrong.’

‘How did you not even make it six months!?’

‘Newt, What the bloody hell are you all going on about!?’

‘You're going to play dumb?’

Theo had moved to grab Arthur by the lapels and Comte had been the one to stop him.

‘Calm down all of you, let's see if Arthur has anything to say at least.’

‘Anything to say to what? I don-’

‘You better think of something better than that after the way cara mias been crying.’

‘Wait, Mitsuki is upset? What happened?’

‘Like you don't know.’

‘Arthur enough games-’

‘I swear Comte I'm not playing any g-’

Arthur's eyes had gone wide with a sudden revelation.

‘Mitsuki!’

Arthur went to run past them up the stairs but Napoleon caught him by the arms.

‘Damn it all, let go Leon! I swear to all of you this isn't what you think. That bird was-’

‘Choose your next words very carefully Arthur.’

Comtes eyes were cold and voice commanding.

‘That bird was someone I had spent a few nights with years ago before Mitsuki ever arrived. She had gone overseas, family issues or something I honestly don't remember but she's been gone for years and just got back and-’

‘And she's been gone long enough she had no idea.’

‘Exactly! I was coming back from my publishers when she just bloody well threw herself into my arms and started kissing me. I mean do you all really not know me better than that? I've answered enough of your questions, I need to see Mitsuki.’

‘Let him go Napoleon but Arthur, you best be telling the truth, for your own sake if not for hers.’

Comte recalled that the whole mansion was tense that night and they all took turns keeping an ear out for any hint of trouble from a respectable distance. After a few hours Leonardo had come down smirking and declaring that ‘any screaming now wouldn't be from anger’. It had only been about eight months prior and the emotions that just the memory of that incident brought forward caused Comte to smash his glass on the top rail littering it with glass.

She's too good and pure for him. Forgiving him after hurting her like that even if it was unintentional, and now be giving him a child after it all.

Comte sighed and looked down at the broken glass.

Well now, that wasn't very mature of me. I should be happy that she forgave him and they're able to continue to be so happy…

Comte lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, drinking back the last of its contents. He looked up into the night sky smiling as his thoughts returned to the afternoon.

‘Don't you think that this is all a bit much?’

‘Whatever do you mean?'

‘I mean you've bought multiple things from every store we've been in today! I didn't need those new dresses and on top of that you're also spoiling this baby before it even gets here!’

‘Nonsense Cherie, I could never dote on you or the child enough to ever come close to spoiling either of you. You deserve all of it and more.’

‘Really I-'

Suddenly they had both heard soft laughter from nearby. When Comte turned around there was an older woman standing there smiling fondly at them.

‘Just let him do as he pleases dearie, if your husband's anything like mine was nothing you say will deter him.’

‘Oh but he’s-’

‘Listen to her words of wisdom ma Cherie, plus have you ever been able to convince me before?’

‘Well no…’

‘If it makes you feel better dear , think of it as payment for the hard work soon to come.’

‘Who are you bothering now?’

The older woman clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes.

‘I’m not bothering anyone, I was just telling the young dear here to accept as many gifts as her husband desired to provide her and their child with.’

The old gentleman who had approached quickly cast an appraising look over Mitsuki then Comte noticed his lips turning up into a faint yet fond smile.

‘A word of advice son, pace yourself unless you don't mind spending all your wealth spoiling them.’

‘See he agrees with me, you're spoiling them already.’

‘I still say you should let him.’

‘Hahaha of course you would, come my dear leave the young couple to enjoy themselves.’

‘If you insist, oh but wait! Congratulations to you both.’

‘Comte, why didn't you correct them?’

‘Hmmm? Is the thought of being married to me that horrible?’

‘No, of course not! I didn't mean-’

‘Haha it’s alright cherie, honestly they just seemed happy and besides it didn't cause any harm’

‘I suppose not.’

It was nice to dream if only for a brief moment. If I hadn't dismissed my feelings, not been afraid to lose what we did have then maybe…

“Comte?”

The sudden voice startled Comte and he turned towards the door.

“Cherie, what are you doing up so late?”

“Sleeping is becoming incredibly difficult lately and this heat isn't helping. What about you, could you not sleep?”

I wish it were that simple.

“Something like that, come let me take you back inside.”

“No, I'd prefer to stay out here. The breeze is really cool and-”

“Cherie don't-”

“Ouch!”

Comtes warning came too late as Mitsuki placed her hand on top of the shards of broken glass. Blood began to trickle down her palm and fingers momentarily freezing him to the spot.

“I'm so sorry, Comte! I should have been more careful.”

Comte said nothing, his gaze fixed on the trails of blood while the rest of him desperately fought the intense burning in his throat.

“I should go and get-”

“No!”

“Comte?”

Comte closed the small distance between them staring down at Mitsukis bloodied hand for a moment before lifting it upwards.

Maybe it wouldn't have to be a dream.

Comte lifted Mitsukis hand higher to his lips and lapped at her blood before sinking his fangs into her soft flesh. The taste of her blood on his tongue as it passed over it and down his throat was heavenly and sweet. He felt her knees begin to give and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist as he-

“Comte!?”

Comte shook his head slightly as he was pulled back to reality, he held Mitsukis hand dangerously close to his lips. She was looking at him with wide eyes filled with fear and confusion.

I just need another minute... to compose myself.

Comte took his free hand and removed a shared of glass from Mitsukis palm before removing a handkerchief and pressing it into her slightly trembling fingers.

“There doesn't appear to be any more glass in the wound.”

“Thank you for checking.”

Comte could tell Mitsuki was relaxing again and so he released her hand and started walking towards the door.

“Wait here cherie. I'll go and fetch a first aid kit and send Arthur or Sebastian out with it. We wouldn't want you to wander into any of the other residents like that.”

“Alright.”

Comte left the balcony without another word or a backward glance. His throat was burning out of control and his mind was racing.

That was too close, how could I have scared her like that! She looked so frightened and-

“Luv? Oh Comte, sorry old chap I thought I smelled-”

Comte looked down at his hand and noticed he had traces of Mitsukis blood on him.

“She's fine Arthur, just a bad cut. I was actually on my way to get a first aid kit then find you or Sebastian.”

“Where is she?”

“On the balcony.”

Comte watched Arthur head off down the hallway towards the balcony for a moment then continued on to his own room where he locked the door behind him.

Arthur found Mitsuki standing on the balcony cradling her hand, one of Comtes handkerchiefs pressed against it.

“What happened luv?”

“Arthur! I just cut myself on some glass that's all.”

Arthur took in the scene before him and put together with what Mitsuki told him of her and Contes outing and the way he looked it made his eyebrows furrow.

“Are you sure you're alright?”

“Yes, Comte took the shard of glass out and then gave me his handkerchief.”

Arthur let go of a breath he wasn't aware he was holding as he inspected Mitsukis hand. Finding no shards he began to wrap her palm.

“Once the bleeding has mostly stopped I'll clean and wrap it properly for you. It shouldn't take long, now come here.”

Arthur pulled Mitsuki towards him, placing a kiss to the top of her belly before turning her away from him and wrapping his arms tightly around her. They stood there in silence for awhile when Mitsuki suddenly tilted her head upwards.

“Was Comte ok?”

“Why do you ask luv?”

“He seemed….hurt.”

Arthur sighed remembering the fevered look in Comtes eyes and glimpse of his fangs he had caught during their brief exchange.

“It's nothing that won't heal with time.”

“Are you sure?”

Arthur looked down at Mitsuki and saw the concern in her eyes. He wasn't sure at all but he couldn't bear to tell her that so he smiled and kissed the top of her nose.

“The old chap is stronger than he looks so don't worry about him, just focus on this right now.”

Arthur moved his hands to caress over Mitsukis belly and she laughed.

“Alright Arthur, I trust you.”

I really do hope his willpower holds out but regardless… I know we'll both do what we need to do to keep you safe.

[doublydaring]

Ron what are your top 10 favorites movies ever made

This is not a definitive list I love too many movies too much but here is a sampling:

1. Head - self explantory

2. Bull Durham - the greatest baseball movie ever made. even if you don't know anything about baseball you will love this movie. it will lovingly teach you all you need to know which is that baseball is sex and sex is baseball. Susan Surandon and Kevin Kostner mildly kinky sex with heavy saxophone. Wear garters to pitch better. The beauty of the minor leagues.

3. Benny and Joon - this movie is just... delightful. It knows exactly when to take itself seriously and when to be whimsical. Being something of a Joon myself I formed an emotional connection to these characters at a young age when I originally saw this story as a wonderful musical premiere that unfortunately never went anywhere. I still mourn those songs. Benny Joon and Sam are adorable and the conflict makes sense and I like everybody in this movie. Ugh. So perfect and sweet.

4. Maurice - E. M. FORSTER. I will always be a room with a view girly but this movie is better sorry. The movie that annoying gay people asking for happy ending would like if they understood the concept of class conflict. So good so wonderful. Alec Scudder you will always be famous.

5. My Cousin Vinny - Italian Americans, Jews, the south, what could go wrong? One of the funniest movies of all time and one of the sexiest movies of all time. Marisa Tomei perhaps I am not a homosexual. Ralph Macchio. Fucking stunning. A film that doesn't need to be as gorgeous as it is but serves and slays at every turn. Thee courtroom comedy.

6. Army of Darkness - I can't watch scary movies luckily this movie isn't scary. I love hot men doing dumb shit, I love king arthur, I love Sam Raimi, I love boiiiiiinnnngggg sound effect. This movie is EPIC. Smart stupid fun.

7. Parting Glances - Steve Buscemi gay AIDS comedy 1986. No one has seen this movie because I don't think it got a wide theatrical release its one of those movies I am lucky to know about because my parents went and saw every independent movie released from 1984-2002 at our local art theater (RIP). This movie is sweet and thoughtful and hysterical. One of my moms favorites one of my favorites. Dump him, fall in love with your best friend.

8. Arsenic and Old Lace - I have to have at least one extremely old thing on here (honorable mention to bringing up baby). This movie is fucking hilllarrrious. Jonathon Brewster and Dr. Herman Einstein are the greatest homoerotic villain duo of all time. Carey Grant for God's sake!!!! A horribly dark comedy about the two sweetest old ladies you ever did meet.

9. The Lost World: Jurassic Park - what if Jurrassic Park starred Dr. Ian Malcolm. Are you stupid? Jurassic Park is a perfect film but this one is My Favorite. The power of gymnastics can ward off a dinosaur.

10. Pacific Rim - the characters in this movie blow all its peers out of the water. Raleigh Becket? Mako Mori???? Stacker Pentecost? Newt Geizler? Helllooooo. Dr. Herman. Gottlieb. What if an action movie was good? I can't believe no one had thought of that until now? Not a kaiju guy sorry. Not a Jaeger guy. Just a freaky little characters guy and boy does this move have them.

Soooo many more: Moonstruck, Raising Arizona, Pride and Prejudice, Lancelot of the Lake, The Sting, Slap Shot, Barefoot in the Park, Excalibur, Re-Animator 1&2, Evil Dead 2, Bill and Ted, To Wong Foo, Repo Man, I could go on forever.... I love the movies.....

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heyiaaa, sorry, but is it alright to request thomas w an ed? the idea would be that since he's stressed and overworking himself, he doesn't even have the energy to eat, and if someone asks him about it, he'll say something along the lines of, "i'm not hungry," or "i already ate." as time passes, it gets worse. one day, he passes out in the maze. thankfully, minho finds him and ends up carrying him out of the maze.

reader, who witnessed minho carrying an unconscious thomas into med-jack hut from the gardens, gets worried and asks minho about it. minho is hesitant, since he doesn't want to reveal anything about what's been going on without thomas' consent. so, he just says that he doesn't know (minho knows and is probably the only one who does).

when thomas wakes up, minho tells him that he has to work with the track-hoes, leading to an argument between the two. minho points out the fact that if he happens to pass out again in the middle of the maze and minho doesn't find him in time, he'll become a griever snack. and a griever isn't exactly something an unconscious person can outrun.

mad at minho, thomas yells at him to leave. the next morning, after he wakes up, he has to work with the track-hoes. apparently, he sucked at everything except for running. newt and reader (who are besties) teach him everything and help him with everything, and he and reader get closer. at one point, he even tells reader about his eating habits, and reader helps him with them. boom, happy ending.

sorry, did that even make sense? helpslpdslpldpldspld

if this is too much and you don't feel comfortable writing this, that's totally fine and feel free to ignore this request <3

i love your writing btw, continue doing it!! xoxo

Heyy, I'd have no problem writing that for you.

Also, thank you so much! I appreciate it! xoxoo

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I just realized that Chuck is short for Charles and that there is therefore a Nick and Charlie in the Glade for a while before Thomas gets there.

Obviously it won't be romantic or anything because of the age difference, and it's the freaking Maze so there isn't exactly time for romance, and also Nick is aroallo so no chance of that with anyone, but I like imagining something like a father-son relationship.

So here are some hcs about them because yeah.

Nick is the one to pull Chuck out of the box, and he's the only one not to make a comment about how he klunked his pants; he just takes him to Homestead and gets him another pair.

He gives him the tour of the Glade is very patient with him, even though he has to let him change two more times and he literally never stops asking questions. He's still mysterious, like they always are with Greenies, but he's nice about it.

After the tour, Chuck sort of just follows him around, tagging along as he goes about his day.

He wants to work in the kitchen, but there are too many cooks as it is, so he ends up being a Slopper.

Chuck sits with Nick every night at dinner, which is a nice new constant for him, since he hasn't really had any close friends since George.

Chuck is the only one who doesn't seem to mind how he closes off from people when they ask anything about him.

They spend so much time together that the other Gladers start to see Chuck as a sort of extension of Nick.

Chuck gets nicknames the Vice-president since he's always around Nick.

Whenever Chuck gets on someone's nerves by asking too many questions they just tell him to "go ask your mom".

"So, Nick, how does it feel to be a single mother at the ripe age of whatever your shucking age is?"

"I've been a mother for a good two years now, so I don't know why you're suddenly asking now. And you know very well that Alby is your father and loves you very much. I don't think he'd be too happy to know what you've been saying about him."

When Nick dies it absolutely WRECKS Chuck.

We're talking not getting out of bed for weeks.

Newt physically drags him out every morning, telling him how being lazy will make him sadder.

The first time he manages to get out of bed by himself is the day Thomas gets there.

Something about Thomas reminds him of Nick, maybe the way he sort of adopts him immediately, but it makes him leech onto Thomas and never want to let go.

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she finds that hard to believe that regulus was anything but the most lovely person he could be, after all perfection like him could never be anything less. "well no offense but your mother must be a rather strict woman if she could ever scold someone as perfect as you are for not being perfect enough." she says teasingly, hoping she isn't stepping over any kind of line when speaking of his mother.

everyone knew of the black family, one of the most wealthy pureblood families in the wizarding world as well as one of the few left. meaning they weren't too fond of families like hers. her father amos was considered a 'blood traitor' after he married a muggle born witch and having two children, bee was aware there were wizards who believed muggles didn't belong in their world that muggle born witches and wizards were considered to have dirty blood as their magic didn't come from having one or two magical parents believing they were somehow unworthy of their magical abilities despite their magic coming to them just as everyone else. it made bee sad to think there was so much fear and hatred in the world, that blood held so much importance in their world despite them all bleeding the same. bee would never face the same hate and prejudice as her mother but she still faced some, despite the fact the world was changing there were still those like the house of black and other pureblood families who would never consider her as an equal...but regulus seemed to be different from those he was raised with, after all he was talking to her as if she were just another normal being.

she smiles at his words, shrugging a bit in response. "I don't know you seem like a prince to me?" she purrs. "it must be nice though, having the world at your feet? getting to live in a big home and getting all the things your heart most desires...your family garden must be lovely." she smiles at the thought. bee didn't mind her life, humble and mostly quiet. she loved her garden and the tree her home grew from, it was her life and she was appreciative of it but regulus spoke of his life as if it wasn't exactly perfect and maybe that was her mistake for believing the fairytale that money brought you never ending happiness.

bee knows that they come from two different worlds, he didn't have to want anything to do with her after they left this train. she was a half-blood and a hufflepuff while he was a pure-blood and slytherin for all intent and purposes they should have no reason to communicate ever again but she would like to...if he wanted her she would be his in a moment. blue eyes flicker up towards his gaze as he teases her about cleaning out her ears reminding her of what he just told her and she feels bad for assuming the worst but she sometimes as a difficult time being sure of herself. "I'm sorry, it's a force of habit." she sighs, mentally calling herself an idiot for it. she looks at him curiously as he looks away from her, smiling softly as she nods. "I would like to get to know you too, regulus." bee does hope he truly means it, there's so much she would like to learn about him.

the next thing she learns catches her interest as he goes into what he loves about the amazing newt scamander and his work with dragons. not many wizards cared so much for the creatures, rather deem them wizard-eating beasts than take time to get to know them and their behaviors but the ministry seemed to do that with any creature that they didn't want to take the time to understand. "he's helped so many both creatures and wizards...I want to do something like that one day, change minds like the way the ministry views thestrals and other creatures who just want to live like you and I. I've always been interested in creatures since I was a young girl...that's how I ended up getting this little guy because ive adored nifflers" she says looking towards alfie who was sat in the males lap. "I also have an owl named merlin he's with my brother right now, he's so lovely." she realizes how much she's been talking about herself however, quickly getting shy as her eyes flicker down for a moment. "sorry..."

however his next words cause her to look at him, feeling her heart sink for him a little. "your mother burned your books? which one was it...if you don't mind me asking." she frowns. what kind of parent burned something that their child cared for? of course her father wasn't the biggest fan of her childhood dream, often discouraging her saying she should look for new paths but never would he break or burn something that she cared for, it makes her a bit ill inside almost wanting to scold his mother for being so harsh.

regulus goes on to explain what he dreamed of being when he grew up, how he wanted to help dragons specially and it makes her smile. "well despite what your mother might think I believe that's a very noble and brave thing to want. dragons need people like you, the ones with good hearts who want to help and protect them...and forgive me if I'm stepping over the line but you shouldn't love your life based only on what others want for you. or else you'll become one of those miserable office workers with the kind of job that only looks good in status but doesn't help anyone...maybe less people would be so bitter and cruel if they didn't do that." the thought of being trapped inside an office shoveling through papers gives her hives, she wants to do more than sit around waiting for someone else to make all the changes.

she was only teasing about asking him if he was a charmer so she didn't really expect him to answer her so bluntly and honestly, her cheeks are burning as she blushes, trying to avoid his gaze for a moment as a small smirk grows over his lips. she finds it hard to believe but she doesn't want to argue. "that means a lot coming from someone like you." she says. "no need to apologize..."

the niffler seems happy, quickly making friends with the boy who offered him a shiny ring to be stuffed into his pouch, it makes her heart warm seeing the two interact as they were both the most amazing things to happen to her today. "well thank you, I'm sure he really appreciates your kind gift isn't that right alfie?." she says gently looking towards the tiny creature who was glanced up at her as if he already knew his own name.

she doesn't mean to pout in front of him, as if she was some kid discouraged because her parents said she couldn't have any candy, her tummy growls for a sweet treat but she was willing to let it go until regulus quickly interrupts telling the woman that he would like six...for a moment she forgot how he was made of money as he without even thinking twice hands over the money and the woman hands the boxes over to bee where she sets them in the seat next to her. bee smiles at the kind woman giving her a nod as if to say thank you before the pair are left alone again. "you didn't have to get me any really...but thank you." she promises, hoping he didn't feel obligated to treat her just because they were compartment buddies. she watches as regulus unwraps his, telling her they're also a favorite of his so she reaches for one as well. "I used to be able to eat dozens of these my father would scold me all the time telling me I would get fat if I didn't slow down." which she saw no problem with, if I wasn't supposed to eat so many they wouldn't make them so delicious." she giggles, taking a bite of her first one and humming as it feels like it's melting in he mouth it's so delicious.

“Or just ‘prince’, like my mother always reminded me… She would always tell me when I ‘wasn’t acting like one’.” He says it with a little disdain, because really it was irritating that his own mother never allowed him a break for even a moment. It was always about being the perfect son and making up for whatever she had lost with Sirius.

But he smiles at her words because they’re sweet, reminding him that his name isn’t the issue. He’s thankful that the prettiest girl he’s ever met seems to think he looks like a prince, although he doesn’t understand why she thinks she was embarrassing herself when she’s beautiful and funny. “That’s what my mother wants you to think– that we’re royalty. Not so much, though. Just rich and spoiled.” Compared to Bee, who probably lives in some warm home with flowers she can braid into her hair, he lives in a stuffy mansion, trying to live up to the lofty ideals his family has set in the name of tradition. But none of it ever felt real– at least, not compared to this conversation he’s having with this bright girl right now.

He’s almost jealous of her, even having a relationship with her older brother. Maybe they’re more alike in some ways than she thinks, which makes him happy. He already feels himself wanting to be more like her, even though the thought in his head alone would give his mother a stroke.

He’s busy thinking about how half-bloods aren’t so bad compared to what his mother says, and it catches him off guard when Bee tells him he won’t have to worry about hearing from her. He frowns, the words stinging a little until she continues to explain it’s because she doesn’t think he’ll even remember her. 

Her insecurities puzzle him, unable to figure out how someone like her could be struggling with confidence to such a degree. He’s not better than her, but she seems to think he is. “You need to clean those ears out,” he teases. “I just told you that I specifically want to hear from you. And as far as forgetting you; I’ll be lucky if I can stop thinking about you for even a moment after we leave this train.” He pauses, glancing away for a moment. “I don’t know anyone like you, and I’d like to know more.” He frowns, because he knows this is at odds with how he should be acting. He was so sure he was here to put his head down and study; not focus on any entanglements besides his family. He wanted to be a good son and fulfill his parents’ expectations; live up to the family name.

But right now all he wants is to see Bee’s smile again. Would it really be so bad if he allowed himself one girl?

He nods in response to her question, admiring the passion she seems to have for this famous magizoologist and his craft. It’s something his family would’ve chastised him for, and he would’ve listened, so what does that say about him? “Yes… I love his work. The Ministry has never had the best practices when it comes to dragons, so it was special how Newt worked with the Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau to study them more and educate everyone in the process.” He pauses, smiling a little. “You can tell how much the subject means to him… It’s one of my favorite books, besides this one my mother burned when I was younger.”

He likes that she’s so sure of who she is, from the pretty flowers braided in her hair to the firmness in her tone as she states she wants to be a magizoologist. All Regulus has ever done is fit the mold others want him to be, but the longer he talks to Bee, the more he wonders if that’s the right way to live his life. She looks so beautiful talking about it, her face lighting up at the thought of going on those adventures and helping creatures along the way. What he doesn’t expect is for her to ask about his own dreams; most people didn’t, instead assuming or even telling him what they were.

He wonders if he should be honest, but quickly decides he can trust her. Why would she repeat this anywhere, anyway? “Well… I wanted to be a dragonologist, as soon as I started studying creatures. But my mother didn’t take to that idea, so my books were thrown in the fire.” 

It feels like a vibe killer, so he quickly answers her other question, hating how thinking about his mother made him sad when it shouldn’t. “No,” he says simply, because he doesn’t ‘charm all the ladies’. He’s never flirted with anyone like this before, or had the desire to. “My village only had so many girls my age and I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.” And none of them had a personality like hers, either. “Forgive me.” 

Alfie is as cute as his mother, allowing Regulus to stroke his fur with gentle fingertips. He even takes the gift offered to him, which Bee confirms is okay. It makes Regulus happy to see him playing with the ring, turning it around in his little paws with a pleased look. “I didn’t lose it; I gave it to a friend who it looks muchch better on.” As much as he loves the rings covering his fingers, Alfie looks adorable clutching it.

Interrupting their conversation, the woman with a trolley full of snacks opens their compartment, asking if they’d like anything. Bee immediately lights up, her face even more radiant with that adorable smile as she contemplates the cauldron cakes. But then her expression falls, sadness causing her to pout as she realizes she can’t buy any.

Regulus can’t stand for that; not when she deserves the cakes and more; whatever she wants. “We’ll take six of the cauldron cakes,” he says, pulling out his wallet.

He digs out nine Sickles and three Knuts while the woman passes Bee the cakes. When he’s paid, she leaves and closes their compartment again. Regulus reaches over to snatch a cake from the seat and start unwrapping it. “These are my favorite, too. Eat as much as you’d like and keep the rest.”

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Let Him Go

Request: "I feel like we ask for this a lot but please you have to do a part 2 of missed shots or i might just die" + other sweet requests!

Word Count: 2,716

Pairing: None

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You slip inside with a group of men you’ve never seen before. Thankfully, they assume you’re a friend of a friend of a friend that they’ve just never met. The alcohol they drank on the way may have helped a little, too. You can smell it on their breaths as the men laugh at some obscene joke.

What crude people. Judging by their accents, they must be some of Tina’s friends. You huff out a breath as you slide along the wall away from them and try to tune out their thoughts.

Strings of twinkling lights hang from the ceiling, draping down to the guests’ heads, remaining just high enough to be out of reach of any mischievous teenager. Tables covered in white cloths dot the small area of the room that isn’t a dance floor. Vases with red roses sit in the center of the tables, the only pop of color in the room aside from the matching walls and black chairs. A band plays a simple swing song near the front of the room, right next to the empty dance floor. People filter in from outside, entering the already warm reception room.

You approach the bar near the back of the room and order a glass of iced water for now. You may need the courage of alcohol later, but you need a clear mind for a little while. Taking the drink with a thanks, you wander over to rose colored wall. Leaning against it, you watch people wander in, laughing and talking with one another, enjoying the day. You sip your drink and count the amount of people you know.

Only about ten people, not that that surprises you. Most of the guests seem to be New Yorkers. Whenever one of the people you know ventures close to the bar, you bow your head and busy yourself with adjusting your dress or fixing the roses in the vase near you. No one approaches you, to your relief.

Not until a man, for whatever reason, approaches you, stepping in front of you when you look at the hem of your dress and tug it down.

“Hi.”

You glance up at him, sighing. Raising you head, you paste a smile on your face. “Hello.”

He extends his free hand. “I’m Edward.”

Taking his hand, you introduce yourself. You note his firm grasp.

“We haven’t met before, have we?”

“I don’t believe we have.”

He leans a shoulder against the wall. “I didn’t think so. I would have remembered such a beautiful woman.”

You roll your eyes and stare at your drink. Just the type of guy you’d wanted to avoid.

“So, how do you know the couple?”

“I’m an old friend.”

“Bride or groom?”

“Neither.”

“Really?” His deep voice breaks through the soft swing music in the background. “How’s that possible?”

“Circumstances.”

“All right, I get it. You don’t want to talk about it. So, what’d you think of the ceremony?”

“It was nice.” A lie. You hadn’t gone.

“Did you like the candles? I thought they were a nice touch.”

“They were just lovely.” You shake your drink, trying to break the ice up, only half listening to Edward.

He laughs. “I knew I didn’t see you there.”

Blushing, you look up. “What?”

“You’re lying! If you’d been there, you would have known there was not a single candle in the entire church.”

You scowl. “Fine. I wasn’t at the wedding. Happy you figured it out, Mr. detective?”

He laughs again. “So, you’re a wedding crasher, then?”

You purse your lips. “No, I was invited.”

“But you only came to the party?” He lifts his glass toward you. “That’s my kind of woman.”

“Listen, Edward, I’m just here to see someone, then I’m going.”

“Who? Tina?”

“No.”

“Oh, are you in love with the groom? Is that it?”

You fight the urge to scream. This man is impossible. “I’m not in love with Newt.”

“You’re blushing. Merlin’s beard, is there anything you say that’s honest?”

“Why are you even here?”

“The free beer.”

You shake your head and peer around him. Newt and Tina still haven’t arrived, but Mrs. Scamander stands near the door. She’ll stop you if you try to leave. Gritting your teeth, you face Edward again, shifting so his broad shoulders block you from Mrs. Scamander’s view.

“You’re not from New York or London, are you?”

A cocky grin spreads across his face. “What gave it away?”

“The stupid way you talk.”

“Stupid? I find most women call it charming.”

“Yeah, well, you can’t pronounce anything correctly.”

“On the contrary, I think it’s you that can’t pronounce anything.”

Rubbing your temple, you give in. “Where are you from?”

“Scotland, proudly.” He winks at you.

You allow yourself to dig in his head. He’s telling the truth. “What’s a guy from Scotland doing at a New York wedding?”

“I was invited, same as you.”

“How do you know Tina?”

“Tina? Never met her. I’m here for Newt.”

You frown and try to peer into his thoughts for answers. “I’ve known Newt since I was little. I know you’re not one of his friends.”

“No, not one of his friends. One of his brother’s, though. Theseus didn’t think he could make it through the night without someone to match him drink for drink.”

You gesture to the drink in his hand. “You’re getting a headstart?”

“He’s a lightweight. If I didn’t start first, I wouldn’t get to have any fun.”

Taking another sip of water, you eye him. He may be right. Theseus isn’t small by any means, but next to Edward, he might look it. Edward’s tux sits snug across his chest, hugging his obviously muscled arms. He’s tall, too. Tall enough to force you to lift your chin to meet his ocean blue eyes, a perfect complement to his chestnut brown hair. He could be attractive, you suppose, to some women. Though most may be turned away by the thick scar starting at his hairline and winding down between his eyebrows, over his straight nose, and ending in the middle of his left cheek.

“Like what you see?”

You glower at him. “I wasn’t admiring you.”

“Right… Because you’re in love with Newt.”

Damn it. If a stranger can tell, everyone you know will be able to, including Theseus and Newt.

“Tragic story, that is.”

You hold your glare an extra second before changing the subject. “How do you know Theseus?”

“Met him in the war.”

“Is that where that scar came from?” You jab your chin toward his forehead.

He lifts his hand to the tip of the scar. “It is indeed. You know, most would consider it impolite to ask about that.”

You shrug. “It’s not like you’ve been very polite to me.”

The room erupts into a sudden clapping. You peer around Edward.

Tina enters first. Her dress is beautiful, flowing and covered in beads, sleeveless, but with a draping pearl necklace that dips to her stomach. Her shy smile radiates warmth and elation, and even from so far away, you find it hard to tune out her thoughts. So before Newt even makes it through the crowd of guests waiting to congratulate him, you’re hit with a picture of his smile the way Tina sees it.

Edward reaches for you as you stumble back. He takes your glass and sets it on the table while you lean against the wall, back fully pressed against it. Newt, your Newt, hers in her mind.

He is, you suppose, but you don’t want to think it.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you focus on Edward’s alarmed thoughts. He’s closer, making it easy to dig into his mind, shuffle through the stories hidden in there. You don’t go anywhere that seems too personal, just try to read about how his last few days have been.

You don’t even realize Edward has left you and returned until he tugs on your arm. “I got a chair. You look like you need to sit.”

You want to protest but realize from his thoughts of you that you’re deathly pale. “Tell me a story.” You breathe out as you sit. Anything to get him thinking.

“A story?”

“Yes. A story.”

“Let’s see. One time, I met this beautiful woman. Just gorgeous. Problem is, I haven’t always been the charmer I am now, and when I met her, I couldn’t speak. Just tripped some noise right out of my mouth.”

You can see her as he talks: a long-legged woman with maple colored eyes and the sweetest smile. You pick the image apart, try to count the freckles crossing her nose, estimate her shoe size, debate what color her hair is as Edward tells the story.

“By the time I knew what to say, she had gone and left the building. Never saw her again. Biggest regret of my life.”

You lean your head against the wall and open your eyes. “That can’t be true.”

“It is. After that, I went to the war and learned that if I wanted something, I should probably go after it.”

“So you haven’t regretted one thing in the last eleven years?”

“Not a thing. You should try it.”

You sigh as Tina’s thoughts grow distant and disappear. The couple’s first dance came and went as Edward told his story, and now the dance floor is full of other couples or parents with their kids. Edward follows your eyes.

“Would you care to dance?”

A red head bobs through the crowd. “I – I don’t think I can.”

Edward’s voice softens. “He’s married.”

Tears threaten to fill your eyes and your voice squeaks. “I know.” You clear your throat. “I know he is. I haven’t seen him in a year, though. I loved him for so long, but we were best friends first. Best friends and I just walked away from him.”

“Did you say something you regret?”

You watch Newt smile and take Tina’s hands. “Yes.”

“Then you need to say something to him. Apologize.”

You turn your attention back to Edward, meeting his intense gaze. “I can’t. What if he doesn’t care about me anymore?”

“At least you’ll know.”

“I could ruin his wedding.”

“Or you could make it better. You think some part of him doesn’t miss you if you were such good friends?”

“I don’t know.” You play with a jewel on your dress.

Edward watches you for another moment with a tilted head then stands. “I know just what you need. Wait here.”

You let him walk away, turning your attention to Newt. He dances with Tina, turning to speak with others when they tap on his shoulder or approach him, laughing when some of Tina’s friends drag her away to dance with them. He scans the crowd on the dance floor and you allow yourself, for one moment, to dig into his mind.

The tears make their way into your eyes. He’s looking for you. Pulling out of his thoughts, you close your eyes and try to control your breathing. He does miss you.

Edward shoves two tiny glasses into your hands and sits. “Here. Courage.”

You blink away the tears and look up at him. “Excuse me?”

“Liquid courage for you. Take a couple shots and you can do anything.”

“Are you serious?”

“Completely. Now drink and go talk to lover boy over there.”

You hesitate, eyes darting between the drinks and Newt.

“Come on, now. We haven’t got all day. I’d still like a dance once this is all over with.”

You wait one more moment, meeting Edward’s blue eyes, wondering why he thinks he gets a dance, but then you grab the drinks and gulp them down, reveling in the burn on your throat.

“There you go. Now go talk to him. Get your best friend back.”

You stand, breathing in. I can do this.

Weaving through the tables, you avoid Theseus and Mrs. Scamander. At the edge of the dance floor, you pause, finding Newt. He’s in the middle, surrounded by Tina’s family. He could probably use a friendly face.

You look back one last time. Edward smiles at you, nodding. You have to do this. You shove your way through the crowd, not giving yourself a minute to consider how very poorly this could turn out.

You stare at his back, at the piece of lint in the middle of his black jacket. Summoning up every ounce of courage, you lift your hand and tap on his shoulder.

The smile drifts from his face when he turns. Your own wobbles.

Newt stares at you before his lips twitch at the corners. “You didn’t RSVP.”

“Sorry,” you just want to hug him, “I got a little caught up running from eye-eating doxies.”

“Nasty little buggers. I thought we’d trapped them all in the top drawer of your dresser.”

You laugh shakily. “We missed a couple.”

Newt’s lips finally curve into a whole grin. “I guess we’ll have to watch the doors.” He glances around before extending a hand. “I think I’m supposed to invite you to dance.”

“I hope you’ve improved since the mini-ball you hosted in the Hufflepuff common room.”

Newt grimaces, “Oh Merlin, I hope so too or I’ve just made a complete fool of myself in front of Tina’s friends.”

He takes one of your hands in his and places the other on your hip, swaying along to the beat. The two of you dance in silence for a minute, listening to the conversations of others around you. As you spin, you notice Newt glance at Tina. The worry in his eyes melts away, his shoulders loosen, and you know he can’t help the smile that stretches over his face.

He’s happy. He’s so happy. You watch him mouth three words to her, and you know he means them.

His smile dims a little when he looks back at you, and the worry returns to his eyes

“Are you here for good?” It’s a nervous question, one you know means a lot to him.

You look at him, look at the best friend you’ve known for over 20 years, who you grew up with, told everything to, fell in love with, and, now, as you close your eyes and let out a deep breath, fall out of love with.

You open your eyes back up and smile at him. “I’m here for as long as you’ll have me.”

Newt’s smile grows slowly, but it ends up filling his face. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’m sorry. I had to sort some stuff out on my own. Well, almost on my own.” You glance back at the tables. Edward leans against one now, speaking with Theseus. When he sees you looking, he winks.

Newt notices the gesture. “You know him?”

“A little.”

As the song slows to an end, Edward says something to Theseus and starts your way. You look toward Newt. “Do I look okay?”

He smiles his crinkly smile. “You look even better than you did when I first met you and you were covered in mud.” You roll your eyes and start to move away as someone else nears him, but before he lets go of your hand, he grows serious and meets your eyes. “Thank you for coming back.”

“Anything for you.. I’m sorry for leaving in the first place.”

“My mother’s going to be elated. She absolutely adored you.” Giving you a half smile at his joke, he glances at Edward. “He likes to travel. Don’t let him whisk you too far away.”

“Like you did? You are, after all, the reason I’ve seen ten different countries.”

Newt looks back at you, sly twinkle in his eye. “Yes, but I trust myself to keep you safe.”

You step back, shaking your head in fake exasperation. “You can’t get protective now.”

“I’ll try not to.” Newt promises, but his smile tells you otherwise.

You’re so glad you have your best friend back.

Edward taps you shoulder a moment later and holds out a hand when you turn. “May I finally have a dance?”

Smiling, you place your hand in his. “I suppose. As a sort of thanks.”

You only promised him one dance, but as the night wears on, you find yourself spending it next to him.

[the-writers-bookshelf]

In 10 minutes it's not going to be friday anymore where I'm at, but shush ;) Happy Fab Friday!

Yet another excerpt! I wanted to play with Justin's personality a little. Like in that dinner scene from last time, he's very nervous in a group, especially around people older or stronger than him.

At the same time, when he's talking to someone younger, he kind of immediately turns into a very caring mentor-figure because he's so protective.

Gally isn't one to talk about his feelings, but he does have a lot going on, so I wanted someone with a link to him to notice and kind of talk to him about it. ( The link being Gally shot Chuck, who--in my fic--is Justin's younger brother but that's mostly worked out. )

Little context on the setting, they're preparing a camper for a months long journey, that's where they're talking.

Anyways, here it goes (it's a little long... sorry)

“Not all your memories are gone,” Justin said. “Just the conscious ones, I think.”

Gally sat down at the edge of the bed. Might as well humor him. “How do you mean?”

“Have you ever noticed he wraps his arm around himself when he sleeps?”

Come to think of it. He always slept on his side. Face to the wall, one hand holding on to his other arm. He wouldn’t know about in the Maze, he never paid much attention to him there, but he did outside. “Maybe.”

Justin fumbled with the blanket, running his finger over one of the many little ducks knitted into it. “He’s done that since he was a baby. You know, it takes about twelve hours to walk from the infection checkpoint at the other end of the town to here. Add three more when you have to find this place without ever having been here.” He smiled. “Chuck had no idea what happened at that checkpoint, to him it was probably all just a bunch of really loud sounds. The sun already sat, and it was the middle of winter. I kept him wrapped in this the whole time.” He held up the blanket.

“He slept the entire way, like he knew someone could find us if he made a sound. And the entire time—”

“He had his arm wrapped around his chest,” Gally filled in.

“Exactly. I think that’s why I didn’t notice he didn’t remember anything. It made sense, I looked different, and he was young when WCKD took him, but he still acted the same. All the little things. He picked the same chair, the same spot on the couch, he walks the same way. He’s different in a lot of ways, but there’s a lot more that’s still the same.”

He folded the blanket back up and leaned on his knees looking at it. “You were all raised by the same people, yet other than the Maze you don’t have a lot in common. You and Frypan are different, you and Minho are too. You and Chuck definitely are. Just because you don’t remember your past doesn’t mean it’s not there. It’s just hidden in little actions.”

“I feel sorry for my parents then,” Gally joked. “I’m not exactly known for my good mood.” He couldn’t think of much else that set him apart from the others.

Frypan listened a lot, not just when you talked to him. He held everything like it was made of glass, he never dropped anything, he was careful, even with the occasional but rare bag of spoiled food he threw away.

Minho stretched his wrists even though he didn’t need them for running. He had a really annoying habit to crack at least one of his fingers too.

Newt would stare at the sky for a few minutes before he got out of his hammock. He would fold his hands and twist his thumbs, until the call for breakfast came.

Ben always tapped anything he passed close by. A tree, the walls, someone’s shoulder, anything near him would not escape a pat from him.

Alby was just quiet when he wasn’t doing much leading. He would help out wherever he was needed and keep to himself the rest of the day.

Chuck had the annoying habit of telling people Newt or Alby really needed to see them just as they were about to take a dump. Gally once promised himself not to fall for it, until, as it turned out, Alby had actually sent him to go get him. He was still a Builder back then, and part of the kitchen had collapsed an hour before dinner.

“I wouldn’t know what that is with me,” he said.

“You don’t have to. It’s for someone else to notice.”

“I don’t have someone from my past to notice. None of us do.”

“Neither did I for most of my life. It doesn’t have to connect. Next time someone tells you something about you, that’s a piece of memory. How it got there doesn’t matter. All that matters is WCKD didn’t put it there, and then you’ll know it’s yours.”

“That’s not going to bring us back to wherever we came from. It’s not going to miraculously makes us all have brothers like Chuck has now.” He got over that. He had questions when he first got to the Maze, when he was a lot younger. He was probably Chuck’s age back then. Alby and Newt were the only older kids around.

The first few nights there were unusually many Grievers close to the Glade’s walls. He used to wonder who went to when he got scared before the Maze. He wasn’t ever going to figure it out, so he might as well put it aside and find a way out.

“No, but it proves you’re yourself even after everything WCKD’s done. You might never see your family from before WCKD again, but all you need to find a new one is what your old one raised into you.”

The front door opened. Frypan carried a crate to the porch, then went inside to grab another one.

“Chuck doesn’t have his family back either. Not the way we were, a lot’s happened, I’m different. I’m not his brother because we have the same mom, I’m his brother because he knows the little things about me I wouldn’t think of to notice and it makes him feel safe.”

Minho and Frypan joked around on the porch. Brenda laughed at one of them so hard she had to lean onto Chuck’s shoulder not to fall over.

Justin stood up. “What your old family put into you isn’t going to leave, even if you don’t remember how it got there. It’s going to stay, because that’s how you make a new one.” He patted Gally’s shoulder. “You don’t have stay stuck in everything you were in the Maze, it’s just going to hurt. You have to leave that place behind, because all the little things are proof you’re someone outside of everything you’ve done in there.”

He stepped out of the camper, but turned around. “That includes Chuck.”

THIS IS SO GOODDDDDDDD

It's like one of those fics that you read that make you second-guess your entire existence because you wish all books could read THIS GOOD 😍

[wovetalesarc]

it    still    shocks    the   scientist    that    he    had    the    courage    to    ask    clarice    out    after    all    this    time    ,    let    alone    her    agreeing    to    it    too   with   just   as   much   excitement.    newt    isn't    exactly    the    greatest    when    it    comes    to    romance    &    dating    ,    but    he    knows    he's    not    totally   hopeless   at   it    ,    though    shooting    for    someone    like    clarice    ?    he    wasn't    sure    if    it    was    even    a    good    idea    when    he    willed    himself    to    ask    her    the    moment    she    was    away    from    all    of    their    co    -    workers   ━━   she   seemed   way   too   out   of   his   league.    maybe    he    imagined    it    whenever    she    smiled    the    moment    he    approached   her   desk    ,    or    would    laugh    at    his    stupid    jokes    despite    the    grim    situations    work    always    presents    them.    something    in    him    thought    it    was    too    good    to    be    true    that    she    seemed    so    much    happier    any    time    they    spent    time    together    ,    but    somehow    the    signs    he    was    saw    ,    he    read    correctly    &    he    often    has    to    pinch    himself    just    to    make    sure    he    isn't    fucking    dreaming.   him   &   clarice   are   having   a   date   night   tonight   ━━   you   better   not   fuck   it   up   ,   geiszler.

❝    aww    ,    you    just    say    that    to    all    the    guys    ,    don't    you    ?    ❞    the    scientist    teases    ,    though    he's    not    a    good    enough    actor    to    hide    the    blush    he    feels    creeping    across    his    stubble.    he    leans    against    her    desk    like    a    teen    asking    a    girl    to    a    sock    hop    ,    beaming    at    her    &    maybe    admiring    the    rare    chance    he    gets    to    be    taller    for    once.    ❝    hey    ,    i    got    a    strong    stomach    &    a    hankering    for    some    kung    pao    ,    so    no    worries    here.    'sides    ,    it'll    be    nice    to    have    all    your    attention    instead    of    fighting    for    it    with    the    rest    of    the    guys    here.    bit    a    of    a    sausage    fest    at    times    ,    huh    ?    it'll    do    us    some    good    to    get    outta    here   &   away   from   all   that   craziness.    ❞    he    laughs    a    bit    ,    now    sitting    down    at    the    corner    of    her    desk   ,   legs   moving   restlessly.    ❝    hey    ,    in    all    seriousness    ,    thanks    for    agreeing    to    this.    i    uh        .    .    .    i've    been    wanting    to    ask    you    out    for    a    while    now    ,    so    sorry    it    took    me    this    long    to    actually    gather    my    courage    &    actually    do    it.    ❞    he    shrugs.    ❝    &    don't    worry    ,    there's    no    pressure    to    do    anything    ,    okay    ?    if    you    end    up    wanting    to    keep    it    at    one    date    ,    i'm    cool    with    that.    i    won't    make    it    weird    for    us    at    work    or    whatever.    i    just    wanna    spend    time    with    the    woman    i've    been    crushin’    on    for    a    while.    ❞    he    blushes   a   bit.   bold   ,   aren’t   you   geiszler   ?    ❝    one    night    eating    out    of    take    out    cartons   with   a   cheesy   flick   on   the   tv    is    enough    to    make    me    happy    for    a    long    time.    ❞

NEWT GEISZLER: DOES THE SIGHT OF DEAD CORPSES MEAN YOU'RE GONNA RESCHEDULE OUR CHINESE FOOD DATE, OR AM I STILL IN THE CLEAR?

at some point, a woman had to wonder whether desensitization in a job like this was helpful or harmful. sure, clarice could stare into the void features of corpses on a daily basis and not feel a thing, but was that good or bad? it helped her do her job, but did that make her heartless? did her lack of sadness for those lying still on the lab table make her a bad person? she still felt empathy for the victims, but when she was doing her work, she was all business. regardless, clarice often debated the existence of good and bad, and couldn't decide if she was either, or if either applied to her situation, at all. this is what she was thinking about when newt found her, asking her a question that made her grin for the first time that day. he always had the ability to remind clarice that not everything was blood, death and decay. 'there's not a dead body in here that'll make me reschedule another night with you, doc,' clarice feels herself unclench her jaw, her arms uncrossing as she turns to face the man. 'unless th'topic's made you lose your appetite - wouldn't blame you if it did,' @wovetales.

[greycappedjester]

So, I was reading the comments about your stories and I saw a your post in which you say the subjects that third (now sixth) year boys will bring to N.E.W.T.Oikawa there isn't for a few reasons and I'm worried...I don't think he will die at the end of this book, maybe he'll be kidnapped by the Giant (it could, like, be the Giant's "spare": they have similar stories and the Giant maybe wishes he could take him to his side) or he will die at the end of the next book or none of these things.

Whelp, I’m not confirming or denying yet. I will say I specifically didn’t put his N.E.W.T classes in because I didn’t want to spoil the ending of this fourth story. There’s still totally a possibility all of the champions end up safe, happy, and totally not traumatized at all by the end of the fourth book and Oikawa takes exactly the N.E.W.T classes he named at the beginning of this story--minus a few because his current class load is more than expected for N.E.W.T classes

...I spent way too long one day trying to figure out what was a normal number of N.E.W.T classes and am definitely deviating from the books a bit because I have zero idea how Percy got 12 N.E.W.T.s (it seems like they have classes AT LEAST twice a week and about an hour long, that’s a fricking 24 hour class load of what seems to amount to college classes? How?) Look, I know this is breaking from Harry Potter canon but from the mind of a poor college student, I’m making 4-5 NEWT classes 3 hours a week the norm (so like a 12-15 hour class load for NEWT plus extracurricular like Dueling and Quidditch). You’d think in a magic school with like wizards and witches, it wouldn’t be the class loads and weird overloading of the teachers schedules that get me(how tf do they only have one Transfiguration teacher for at least 11--with 2 for year plus NEWT--classes two times a week????? Plus Head of House and hall monitoring duties, how? Why?); but, here we are.

Anyway, not at all your question, oops, random rambles are pretty much my norm by now, right? Main point, I’m not confirming or denying but Oikawa may still be totally there for NEWT classes next year. Thanks for the ask!

[anodyne-sunflower]

He was right. Everything he was saying to her was true. Any parent would want their child to be happy. So while he walked off Clementine stayed at the table, Peach now in her lap she smiled at the small creature. "He's sure is special, isn't he?" Putting her hand out to the bowtruckle she stood and walked out. Down the steps she looked to Newt one last time before heading back to her room. She needed some time to think about this, trying not to be the next queen wasn't exactly easy to do.

Newt sat at his desk, writing down in his journal, and editing his manuscript. He wasn’t even sure what time it was, but he was so engrossed in his research he didn’t bother leaving his study for a while. He crumpled a paper, throwing it in the bin, and chewing on the end of his quill.

“Diricawl….” He repeated it over and over to himself, trying to find a way to word this section of his book.