#anyway. ill post snippets of this as i continue working on it probably

[wyrmagedon]

woah molly how’d you do that. rambly in the tags

[happikattwuzheere]

the one where gansey befriends a deer: the au

hey remember that time ronan dreamed up a deer that was described with language suspiciously similar to how adam’s described, because i sure do!!! anyway

OK.

ok. so. this au’s actually evolved a lot since its initial already-pretty-fleshed-out inception one sleepless night, so me talking about it’s gonna be more than one post, but here’s the first one well actually the second technically yesterday’s warmup doodles were also from this au but i didnt talk about it at all so

and I’m gonna start with more or less the same pitch I gave to a couple people on discord

SO. starting out: it’s standard fantasy times, vaguely medieval but no specific time period because I don’t care enough to be digging into that quite frankly, but it is somewhere in England where this is happening. Story starts with just Gansey, Ronan, and Noah. Fey are very real and known entities and there’s been a conflict in England between the fey and humans, if not in the whole country then at least in the lands that the Ganseys are the lords of but probably the whole island tbh, and Gansey’s not inherited the lands yet but he’s going to and wants to maybe find a peaceful resolution to the conflict. It’s not open warfare by any means but it’s been a big problem. 

To the effect of solving that, he heads to some little village that I haven’t named but it’s right next to a known fey forest called Cabeswater. This village has avoided being stomped by the local fey because, despite witches not being particularly liked by the nobility of the time, there’s a big old coven (the psychics of Fox Way, essentially) situated right by this village that’s kept things in check. Gansey’s made his excuses to his parents about why he’s officially going there but really he wants to talk to the witches and get a better grasp of the conflict from the people actually dealing with it.  He and Ronan set out from home together, pick up Noah along the way--who is not a ghost in this AU, he’s a fey who owes Gansey a life debt, that’s a whole other post and THIS post is mostly about gansey and adam--but anyway they get to this village and NOBODY gives gansey the time of day. 

the witches don’t let him into their house because they don’t like the nobility right back thanks and the next time he tries to visit Cabeswater won’t even let him get to the coven’s dwelling, the one witch’s daughter who regularly stops by the village for supplies and to check if anyone needs anything has a big argument with him the first time he talks to her so that’s going nowhere, and, well, the villagers are polite, but they clearly don’t take him seriously. He’s just the lordling playing at things and potentially meddling in their business to them.

So he starts hanging out just barely within Cabeswater, even though he knows that’s not wise, because he finds this perfect spot by a stream, and he’ll sit out there and think and work on the journal he keeps of all his thoughts and plans, and one day while he’s there has a straight up Disney princess experience when a deer stops by the stream and seems incredibly unafraid of him. he cherishes the experience but accepts that it probably won’t happen again.

and then it does. several times. gansey’s losing his mind. this deer??? apparently likes listening to him info dump?? it’s very therapeutic and also very magical and he’s amazed 

a few times in, he names the deer “Pryderi” after a character from a welsh legend, because “such a handsome creature deserves a princely name,” [[muffled blue laughing and whispering “princely” in the distance]], and he tells ronan and noah about this experience but ronan doesn’t believe him at ALL. 

one time after gansey’s particularly upset at how bad his attempts at getting along with the villagers, Pryderi actually lets Gansey touch him for the first time and gansey cannot shut up about it to ronan who’s finally like “i think you’re bullshitting me about this deer thing. im coming with you next time” and gansey’s like “well he’s a deer he might not show up if a stranger’s around and he doesn’t come every time i go down there anyway” and ronan’s like “this sounds like a lot of excuses, dick, you’re not making me believe you any more with this” and gansey’s like “>8\” 

but pryderi does show up, and gansey is delighted, and ronan stares really hard at him and then goes 

and gansey’s like what? nooo. but ronan keeps arguing it for the duration of the visit and the deer actually starts to look annoyed and at the end ganseys like ok maybe but i doubt it. and then hes like “well since you are a fey apparently (/sarcasm) i ought to say farewell with respect” and bows very mockingly and then the deer makes direct eye contact with ronan and bows back and gansey loses his shit

gansey continues meeting up with pryderi but even while his infodumping still happens it does so now with the knowledge that He Does Actually Understand What Im Saying, he may be a fey but he seems like a friendly one and hey that’s way more than gansey thought he would get out here, and also this deer is his friend now thanks, 

he, ronan, and noah (who’s amused by Pryderi but keeps his main thoughts to himself for now) make some excursions into cabeswater, but the thing is noah’s not really native to england, he’s from the european mainland, again i’ll get to it in another post sometime, but. he can sort of help navigate cabeswater but not all THAT well so they get lost a couple times, and every time it does happen pryderi shows up and helps guide them out. there’s some very funny moments of a very jealous ronan getting into weird conflict w/ a very smug deer 

anyWAY one day there’s like a festival, everyone’s drunk because its the middle ages and there’s not really a drinking age, gansey’s making another effort to make friends with anyone, and this one guy about his own age is like “ok look here i’ll teach you the folk dance everyone’s doing ok?” and gansey spends the night dancing w/ a handsome stranger, yes he will recognize the irony in the morning, but for now it goes. well badly because they’re both drunk but it’s fun, and then the guy says “ah, fuck it, i’ll finish teaching you next time we see each other” and gansey’s like “thats a little forward but ok!” and the guy (adam. its adam) panics and leaves while gansey’s back is turned and gansey doesn’t remember that last snippet of conversation the next day nor can he quite recall the stranger’s face. ronan does, because he was watching and not sure which of the two he was jealous of, but neither of them has any idea who the guy actually was. 

and then like, 3 days later, gansey falls asleep at the spot he usually hangs out in in cabeswater and wakes up in the early evening just in time to hear people yelling and for Pryderi to burst into view with an arrow in his flank. he collapses in a bush. gansey snaps into “protect friend” mode and gets the hunters off his trail by being all “oh a strange buck? i saw it pass that way over there friend!” and then when they’re gone he comes back and is all “alright pryderi they’re gone, let me just--” except pryderi’s not a deer anymore. it’s a boy. 

(Adam. its adam. the deer is adam.) 

gansey takes him home, gets the arrow out, noah’s like “i mean he’s not a fey, i dont know what turning into a deer is about but if he were fey the iron in that arrow would already have him dead. he might be partially fey but so little that he’s human in the ways that really matter”, over the next couple days they figure out that pryderi is in fact from the village and is a young man named adam parrish who’s been labelled a changeling and is assumed dead since he was yknow shot, gansey decides for now its probably best to keep him that way, but adam’s not getting better--apparently even having had the arrow in him as briefly as he did has poisoned him, he’s desperately ill and on the third day is finally like “get persephone” so gansey tries again (he’s tried several times over these days, they’d worked out that to have survived this long he must have someone else with a small degree of fey blood teaching him the ropes and the most likely suspects are the witches, but he’s hoping adam specifically asking him to will grant him permission enough to go in) and runs into a very frantic blue en route who as soon as he makes it clear he’s got adam is like “move your ass over on that horse im climbing on too” 

they get persephone, who turns into a fox rather than a deer, she saves adam, everythings cool except adam’s pissy now because he cant go back to the village and he has to give up on the attempts he had in the works to get out of town by working his way out and he takes it out on gansey who doesnt deserve it because this friendship is a mess, he’ll feel bad and take it back eventually but thats yet more posts ANYWAY YEAH theres our starting point 

(also worth noting: due to cabeswater being Right There,  p much everyone in this village actually has a small degree of fey blood, adam just won the genetic lottery) 

tl;dr adam’s a fey-blooded witch’s apprentice and he’s been the deer the whole time and thats the start of this au ty for coming to this ramble 

[queenmendes]

new life chapter |s. mendes|

Summary: Y/N is a young actress; already one of the most known in the industry, She started out on Marvel, playing Feuer (Foi yer) Stark, the adopted daughter of Tony Stark; now with that coming to an end, she is ready to start a new chapter in her life. Who knew it would all begin with a livestream?

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A/N: Okay so I pulled this little snippet out of my ass after having a dream about this basically lol. Please don't judge, I am not a writer and am doing my best, especially since the original post deleted and I had to rewrite this. Anyway, I think it may be a little series and part social media too so let me know what y’all think!

“Hey guys! It’s Y/N!” You said into your phone as the livestream on Instagram began. Immediately people began commenting and hearting. “So, I am currently getting ready for the Endgame premiere right now and decided to do a livestream and just talk to you guys and let y’all ask questions.” You spoke, the camera catching your makeup team pampering your face. You went silent as you began reading the rapid questions being asked by the fans; the only sound is the music softly playing in the background. 

“Alright, one question asked: “How are you feeling about tonight?”” You read back. “I am really excited for tonight. So many hours of hard work have gone into the film and I am ready to see all the cast and crews hard work pay off and see the final product. But I am super nervous for the fans reacts!” You answered, giving a little suspense with your final words.

“What are you wearing tonight?” Your hairstylist, Chris, read off the screen from behind you.

“Something red.” You cheekily smiled. The crew laughed as the continued their work.

“What are you going to do now that you are done with Marvel?” You read out loud. “Uh, I am not too sure. I have photoshoots lined up over the next year, but I haven’t thought about what’s next in my acting career.” Before you could continue, there was a knock on the door of the hotel room you were in. Stacy, your stylist, answers the door and walks back in with a cute bouquet of soft pink roses. You smile as she placed them in your arms.

“Oh, my goodness, y’all, look!” You said and showed the roses to your camera. You took the note and began reading ““Dear Feuer, you are going to rock this premiere tonight, you play a Stark for a reason, love RDJ” Robert, I love you so much!” You said before placing them neatly on the vanity in front of you. For the next few minutes, you answered the questions at random until one caught your eye.

“What do you think of Shawn Mendes?” You read. “I think he is incredibly talented. I remember listening to him after he finally began to release music and thought it was cool that someone my age was making a name for himself outside of YouTube and Vine. Also, I really love his new album. Lost in Japan or Mutual are probably my favorites. Plus, he looks like a Greek God. I mean, have you seen those curls?” You finished with a slight blush; not believing that you just relieved your crush on a livestream. Before you could continue, Stacy spoke up first.

“Alright girl, we got to get you dressed and out the door.” She said, getting your dress out and ready as Chris finished spraying hairspray on your head.

“Okay guys, its time! Thank you so much for entertaining me and ill see you later. Bye!” You blew a kiss before ending the stream and putting your phone down before standing and walking over to your dress. The whole team assisted you into the dress, making sure your hair and makeup stay perfect. After making sure it was adjusted, you began placing the gold accessories on your neck, ears, and hands. You looked in the mirror and took a deep breath, taking in your appearance. It’s time. 

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The flashes and screams became more frequent as you step out of the car at the begin of the dark purple carpet. Right in front of you was Elizabeth, giving a big smile to camera in her gorgeous green dress. You took a deep breath in preparation before smiling, stepping out to the first mark on the carpet. Directions were shouted from all around, wanting the best picture possible. You continued making your way down the carpet, taking pictures with cast mates and by yourself. Next, you made your way to the interview part of the event. The last reporter you were to see was from E!News.

“Hello.” You greeted as you stopped in front of them.

“Hello, Y/N. Wow, you look beautiful!” The reporter complimented you, causing a bashful smile across your lips. “Alright, let’s get right into it. It’s a big night for this cast. How are you feeling?” She asked, holding the mic out for your answer.

“I’m so excited. I can’t wait to see the final product after months of hard work from this amazing cast and crew” You answered.

“Are you sad that you are saying goodbye to a character that you’ve played since the first Iron Man?” She said.

“Definitely. She really has become apart of me and I have had the best time playing Feuer, but all good things do end, and I was very pleased with how everything was done for her final scene in the MCU.” You answer, hopefully not spoiling anything. The reported seemed satisfied with your answer and moved on.

“Now, I watched your livestream earlier, and saw that Robert Downey Jr. sent you flowers.” She stated, waiting for you to add on.

“Yes, well I remember my first premiere, the Iron Man one, I was so nervous I didn’t want to go. Like, no one could get me out of the bathroom to calm me down, but Robert came and brought me a small bouquet of orange roses and every time I got nervous during the night, I would sniff them.” You explained, smiling at the memory of your 11 year-old self. “Ever since that premiere, any premiere I have had, weather he would be there or not, he would send me a bouquet of roses to help calm me down.”  

“Wow, so you really do have father-daughter relationship with him?” She asked.

“Oh yes, we’ve been with each other since day one on this journey and he has taught me so much and has been there for me when my own parents couldn’t be.” You answered.

“Alright one last question before you have to leave. How much do you really like Shawn Mendes?” She asked with a cheeky smile. Immediately, a blush hits your cheeks.

“I mean, I don’t know him personally, but I do love his music and he seem like a great guy; very down to earth. I would love to meet him one, of course.” You simply said, hoping it would be enough.

“And he looks like a Greek god, right?” She teased. You laugh and nodded in agreement with your earlier words. “Well thank you for talking with us, and congratulations on another amazing movie.” She said as you bid a goodbye to her, before making you way over to the fans that are waiting. At least it was only one interview.

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The next day, you spent lounging around your hotel room, the effects of last night causing a pounding in your head. That the last time you let Hemsworth talk you into taking shots, you thought. Mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, liking pictures from last night and reading all the fan theories for Endgame. You switch over to Twitter after you make yourself a nice cup of tea to help with your headache. Once again, simply scrolling through and randomly liking posts. However, you froze to see that you have been tagged in a post by a certain singer. Well shit. 

Social Media Part 1

Chapter 2

[jacaranda-bloom]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by these amazing writers to post a snippet of a WIP fic - thank you to @lululawrence @sadaveniren and @lightwoodsmagic !! I thoroughly enjoyed reading all your snippets! 💜

I appreciate that it’s no longer Wednesday, but if anyone wants to do this now, or even wait until next week, I’ll tag @sweariwouldnt @runaway-train-works @beau-soleil-louis and @taggiecb !

So this is a bit of my Rare Pair fic. The working title is The Cyber Sphere and the pair is Louis/Dermot O’Leary. (I hear the sound of a scratching record...) Yes. Louis and Dermot. The thing is, having only ever written Larry I didn’t know what to do with a Rare Pair and I really liked their interactions on XFactor. So...

The premise is that Louis is the author of The Cyber Sphere, a best-selling series of novels which have spawned a movie franchise, comics, spin-offs, television series, and is supported by a rabid fanbase who call themselves Cyber’s. Louis lives in a fortress-like penthouse, and guards his privacy, limiting his interaction with the outside world. He still keeps tabs on what is going on the Cyber world and sometimes listens in to one of the many radio programs dedicated to exploring all things Cyber related. The Cyber Times is one of those shows. When the regular host is ill, the replacement host is Dermot O’Leary. Louis decides to interact on Twitter. Chaos ensues.

The set up for this scene is that Dermot has put a call out on Twitter for the topic of discussion for the evening's program and selected the question “What does a day in the life of Louis Tomlinson look like?”

Donny babbles on. “And yeah, he’s probably got a staff of people, all with NDA’s and stuff, like super top secret. And he’s working on military and government code, all for the good of humanity, ya know? He probably has these conference calls with the leaders of the world and stops evil schemes to destroy the earth or summat. Yeah. Yeah, really cool stuff.”

“Well, that’s certainly a unique take. Thanks for your input, Donny. Lots of interesting theories coming through on Twitter too, I see. I’m just curious though listeners... Does no one think he’s just kicking around in sweats, drinking tea, eating junk food, and shouting at the ref on television like a regular person?”

Louis sputters, a few drops of tea spilling onto his sweats. Well, fuck.

“No? Just me, then? Alright, when we come back from the break we’ll take a few more callers, so don’t go away.”

Louis pauses and then decides to throw caution to the wind. He gets up and goes back to his console, bringing up his Twitter feed.

Social media is a minefield sometimes, but he kind of loves it. He has fifty-six million Twitter followers and thirty-two million Instagram followers. God only knows why. He just tweets nonsense about football and debunks myths about The Cyber Sphere. He rarely posts on Instagram and when he does, it’s mainly pictures of tech gadgetry. Cool, artsy, well-constructed images, but tech gadgetry nonetheless. The conspiracy theorists like to think he’s speaking in code and dropping hints about his upcoming work or about hidden messages left behind in his other novels. He’s not. He could, of course. But he isn’t. Maybe one day he will. His contract is iron-clad in his favour and he can pretty much do whatever the fuck he wants, but The Cyber Sphere is a brand. He’d never want to risk damaging it, and there are a lot of people who make their living out of it, off it, around it. But yeah, he isn’t opposed to having a bit of fun if the mood ever takes him. And it appears that the mood has, in fact, taken him.

Louis types out a new tweet and posts it.

Actually, I don’t eat junk food - healthy body, healthy mind and all that. Also, that ref deserved to be shouted at! #sweatsarecomfy

He sits back and waits for the carnage that is sure to follow. He wonders whether Dermot is ready for the avalanche of new listeners that are about to tune in and bombard the show’s Twitter feed.

The ad break continues, longer than it normally would have, probably. He envisages the chaos that is no doubt unfolding in the studio. Scrolling through the replies to his tweet, he chuckles as he sees people trying to work out what the fuck is going on and what he’s talking about. #sweatsarecomfy has just started trending worldwide, so has Dermot O’Leary. Nice. He should get some attention. He seems like a good lad.

“Welcome back. And, uhm, welcome to all the new listeners that have just tuned in. Seems like things have taken quite an interesting turn in the last five minutes. For those who have yet to see, we got a cryptic mention on Twitter… Was is it cryptic, though? Seemed pretty obvious to me. My very sweaty, red-faced producer in the other room and the station director and head of legal on the phone are saying that I need to say that. Anyway, we got a cryptic mention, feel free to add the air quotes for yourselves listeners, from none other than Louis Tomlinson himself. Thanks, man. I hear I’m trending on Twitter worldwide. My mum will be so proud.”

Louis laughs loudly. This guy is good.

“So I guess we now have a partial answer to what a day in the life of Louis Tomlinson looks like. Seems as though he watches footie and kicks around the house in comfy clothes just like the rest of us. I like that. Begs the question though, what other normal things does he do? Is he a tea or coffee man? Cats or dogs? Does he sleep naked? Does he brush his teeth in the shower? Does he dress to the left or to the right? Does he scroll through social media on the loo? Whoops. I’m getting a lot of waving arms and mouthed expletives from my poor producer. Okay. Uhm... “ Dermot laughs, the evil tone crystal clear. “Now there’s shouting. A lot of shouting.”

Louis cackles again and brings up a new tweet, typing in the text and posting.

Tea (come on, man). Both. Yes. No, ew. Left. Doesn’t everyone?

There’s a pause, Dermot presumably reading the answer. This is fun. He’s enjoying interacting this way. Creating a bit of harmless chaos and hysteria. Dermot’s joyous laugh rings out, a guffaw, followed by a throaty chuckle.

“Well, that’s… good to know. Thanks, Louis. I’m going to go out on a limb and say there was absolutely nothing cryptic about that, so everyone can just take a seat. That includes you, Graham. Graham is my producer, everyone. Hi Graham! You can’t see it, but I’m waving at him. He’s really quite cross. I think he should get his blood pressure checked, and lay off the coffee. Louis said so, after all. I’m a tea man myself. Actually, not that anyone probably cares, but my answers to those questions are exactly the same. Weird, right? Anyway, we’re going to try to and get back to the show after this next song. Any requests from our listeners?”

Louis types out a new tweet and posts it.

Go Let It Out

Dermot laughs again. He’s got a great laugh. Deep and genuine. Louis would like to hear it on the regular.

“So apparently, Louis and I not only have the same caffeine intake methods and, uhh... dressing preferences,” Dermot clears his throat. Cheeky. “But we also have the same taste in music. Good to know. All of it. Okay, here’s Go Let It Out by Oasis, as requested by our very special listener, and self-professed naked-sleeper.”

Louis smiles. He should definitely do this more often.

[novantinuum]

Jen’s mega list of plans:

Written and posted here purely to keep me accountable, and also bc it’s easier to archive posts than find anything in my thousands of documents on my phone. These are all fan projects, basically.

Gravity Falls

-Draw kiki-kit’s precious flame Mabel, (from the graphic novel), and perhaps a flame Pines Family to go with it. Love her design. It seriously just... is precious <3

-Draw graphic novel like “covers” for @the-ill-doctor and I’s RPs to commemorate our 1 yr anniversary of starting the first RP

-While speaking of RP, push past editing road blocks on The Time We Lost, the Time We Mended so we can finally post TateGate™ (pardon the unintelligible inside joke)

-I genuinely want to continue working on the AU comic I’d churned out a few pages for, and test my ability there more. The graphic novel has inspired me.

-I really want to make a print of that nice piece with three eras of Stan and all the Stan related objects floating over them for myself and hang it on my wall. Simple task, but I know I’ll forget so here I am posting a note to myself. JEN YOU KNUCKLEHEAD, get it done :O

-Just, generally? I want to get more comfortable sketching quick and fast. In traditional. I want to fill up a sketchbook with dynamic poses and expressions and random bullshit and get comfortable getting messy with my art.

-AMVs. Once my brother helps me rip the boxset, I have a special commission to make for @eregyrn-falls , and then after that I had a great, emotional idea for the song Unity by Shinedown.

Trollhunters

-I had a fic I started that I REALLY want to get back into, Death and All That Follows. I just have so many crazy projects rumbling through my head that this is easier said than done XD

-There’s a bunch of dynamic Jim and Toby pieces I have half finished that I’ll prob come back to one day if I’m bored...

-My cosplay prop amulet. Need to get glue and get it all together, plus resin/glow in the dark stuff for the crystal, and maybe paint for some touch up pizzaz.

-Not to mention, if I’m going to cosplay Jim? I need to actually order shoes, a wig, and the jacket. I have a stretch goal for colored contact lenses, but eh if I don’t get there that’s fine.

-I can never draw enough troll Jim, to be perfectly honest.

-I promised @inktheblot that I’d draw Toby in the trollhunter armor at some point and I still aim to do that. I actually kinda have an AU for it too?? So I could prob just make a bunch of sketches for that...

-I also promised myself once that I’d make big two or three inch amulet pins. Mostly one just for myself. But if I had the money to do a small bulk batch, excellent.

-Also mostly just for myself, unless I threw it on like... redbubble or something, I wanted to make a custom Trollhunters shirt with the amulet and some crystals and a quote and shit. Because I’m salty that the only Trollhunters shirts that officially exist are for small children.

AU crossover nonsense

-Write more of A Tale of Two Trollhunters. Probably a given, but I’m behind where I wanted to be. Also, I have a bunch of half sketched out future scene ideas I want to post as one shot snippets bc we all know I’ll never actually get there going chronologically ;D;

-Design troll forms for my changeling Dipper and Mabel

-While we’re at it, make designs for Alex and Gina Pines, my OC Dip and Mab parents who feature in the future stuff for this story.

Other

-Just, in general... develop my OCs more. Make MORE OCs. Challenge myself to just MAKE characters.

-Speaking of that, I kiiiinda wanna make a GF dating sim persona I kiiiinda really do, is it too late for that? XD

So. Anyways. As you might tell from all this insanity, I have a whole hell of a lot I would. Conceptually like to do? I really really love making fandom content y’all, it’s what keeps me going honestly. It’s my one creative outlet in between the stress of trying to pursue a degree in biochemistry, of all the hellishly complicated things I could’ve decided to find fascinating. And there’s genuinely some points where I’m like? What the hell Jen. What the fresh hell, why on earth do you have to give yourself so many project ideas to tackle? Why did you decide to draw AND write AND edit, why can’t you just pick ONE? And I’ve no idea dudes not a s i n g l e fuck. My attention bounces so fast from one idea to the next that sometimes I genuinely marvel how on earth I’ve gotten anything done in the past two years, but eh no matter. Anyways, now I’m just rambling so?

Future Jen. Step your game the fuck up my man. Get some cool fan content done! Stop disappointing your far-too-cool mutuals and followers with a lack of fan content and make something you can be proud of! Be cool, dude.

Be cool.

[darrenchris]

In honor of my son’s birthday, the third snippet from the long ass slowburn Perciver fic I’m working on that will eventually get posted as a Long oneshot on ao3 with lots and lots and lots of side drabbles.

Part One Part Two

Surprisingly, living with Oliver is not a horror story. Perhaps it’s because they lived together for seven years in school, or because Percy has his own room, or because both of them keep schedules that are odd hours, but Percy finds that he settles in pretty quickly. Minister Shacklebolt, only informed he was ill, is keen to let him resume his position and work. His family, none the wiser except for his older brothers, do not pester him outside of their usual Sunday lunch shenanigans.

Somehow, Percy and Oliver see less of each other now that they live together than they did before. Their schedules pick up. Their weekly lunches lapse.

The weekend heading into Halloween, Percy gets off on Friday halfway through the day, because Shacklebolt has an event to attend. He heads home (what he’s only recently taken to calling Oliver’s flat), looking forward to having a few drinks and curling up with a book he hasn’t touched in ages.

What he doesn’t bank on is Oliver being home instead of training. This in itself would usually be fine: the problem is that Oliver is not alone. Judging by the noises from his bedroom, where the door is cracked, he’s very not alone.

Against all instinct, Percy cannot help but be curious. He creeps forward and angles himself until he can see through the cracked door.

What he sees cannot be unseen.

Oliver is lying on his back, legs dangling over the side. Over him is a bloke Percy doesn’t recognize, one with dirty blond hair and a build that could rival Oliver’s. Most noticeably, though, is the fact that Oliver’s cock is in the guy’s mouth; Oliver’s head is thrown back, whole body taut like a bowstring; and he’s… well… whimpering.

The bed creaks loudly and startles Percy out of it. He pulls away from the doorframe, chest tight, half hard, but completely and utterly mortified. Before he can think, he Apparates out. He is not sure if the telltale crack interrupts them, but he finds he doesn’t really care.

When Percy returns, it’s a tad past midnight, and he’s a little bit drunk. Hoping not to wake Oliver, he uses the Floo. Unfortunately for Percy’s luck, Oliver’s asleep on the couch. Thankfully he’s dressed, but the image of him from this afternoon still freshly conjures in his mind. The tips of Percy’s ears go red.

Whether because he senses Percy’s presence, or heard the noise of the Floo and Percy coming in, Oliver wakes. He blinks sleepily and yawns before his eyes focus on Percy. Then he looks… sheepish.

“Hey,” he greets, and jumping right in asks, “were you… here, this afternoon?”

Percy wants to deny. To say he saw nothing, to forget what he saw, to apologize and have that be that.

What comes out of his mouth is, however, “yes.”  

Oliver flushes, dark skin going darker. “Shit. Ah, okay. Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be home early. Um…” He wrings his hands together. “We should probably talk.”

“It’s fine,” Percy says. “We certainly don’t need to. This is your flat, and I intruded.”

“Hey, now.” Oliver’s brow furrows. “Don’t say that. This is your place too.” Percy averts his eyes.

“I honestly shouldn’t have troubled you for this long,” he says. “I’ll start looking for a new place in the morning, and I’ll make sure to keep my hours--”

“Perce, c’mon. This isn’t just my flat. You don’t have to leave.”

“No, no, I really should, it’s clear this isn’t going to work out anymore, so--”

“What, because I’m gay?” Oliver says it so plainly, Percy can’t pretend to mishear. “If… I get if that makes you… uncomfortable. But it doesn’t change who I am.”

Percy swallows. “No, it’s not that,” he says, voice a little shaky, but totally honest. “I just… realize I’ve inserted myself into your life more than I should have.” Oliver’s mouth presses thin.

“What if I want you in my life?” Percy shakes his head.

“You don’t.” Nobody does. Oliver studies him, his eyes heavy on Percy’s face. Percy looks everywhere but at him. He knows, if he does, the image of this afternoon will return. He clears his throat. “I’m going to bed.”

“Perce--”

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he says, and just like that, their conversation is over.

They don’t see each other in the morning. Oliver’s gone for practice before Percy wakes up, and Percy keeps to himself for the entire day and the next. Monday morning, their routine takes over, neither sees each other, and their lives continue.

November brings the heart of the Quidditch season, which means Oliver’s schedule involves a lot more travelling. He and Percy don’t see each other for a solid two weeks.

Until, suddenly, they do. Percy comes home one day and Oliver’s on the couch watching TV, arm in a sling and iced up. He smiles a little at Percy as Percy brushes soot off, but it doesn’t look right.

“What happened?!” Percy tries to keep the hysteria out of his voice, but doesn’t fully succeed. Oliver sighs.

“Double bludger to the shoulder--broken scapula and dislocated shoulder.” Oliver’s brow furrows, his mouth curving down. “The fuckers scored on it too, right before halftime, and took our lead ‘til the last minute and a half. Complete bullshit because--”

“Could they heal it?” Percy cuts Oliver off, knowing he’ll never hear the end of match commentary if he doesn’t.

“Yeah,” Oliver says. “I’m out for like a week while the bruising heals and the bone hardens up again, but it’s not awful.” As he says this, he pushes himself up, jostles the shoulder, and immediately hisses. “Well, all right. Not as awful as it could be.”

Percy sighs and shakes his head. “Can I get you anything?” he asks, finally taking his shoes off. Oliver opens his mouth to clearly protest, but Percy continues, “Don’t say you don’t need the help.” Oliver looks a bit bashful.

“Um, I. Left my pain potion on the counter?” he admits. Percy rolls his eyes at how Oliver could forget something so basic, but strides toward the kitchen. The potion is, in fact, sitting on the counter; Percy reads the direction and snorts.

“When did you last eat?” he calls, because the directions on the label clearly read take with food.

“Uh…”

“Right, I’m heating up dinner,” Percy answers, and digs through the cupboard for a two instant meals from a local cafe Oliver frequents. The warming charms on them activate as soon as he’s opened the package, and less than five minutes later Percy returns to the couch with everything.

“Food first,” he orders, handing Oliver the bowl of pasta and beans. Good shoulder busted, Oliver reaches for his wand with his off hand, gives it a few flicks, and the spoon levitates over. On the other side of the sofa, Percy sits with his food, feet tucked up underneath him.

Half an hour later both men have eaten, Oliver’s taken his potion, and they’re relaxing in front of the fire. Percy’s just sitting with his eyes closed, trying to take his mind off the day’s work, when Oliver speaks.

“Thanks,” he says, sounding sleepy. Percy opens his eyes; Oliver’s looking at him, his warm brown eyes glistening in the firelight. Percy smiles, eyes sleepy, then yawns.

“It’s not a problem,” Percy answers, and he means it. Oliver, though, won’t accept it as an answer.

“No, for real,” Oliver insists, “you’re so helpful an’ kind an’ funny and--you live with me. ‘M a disaster zone and you live with it anyway.” Percy goes to disagree, because Oliver is the generous one in this situation for living with Percy, when something clicks.

“How much potion did you take?” he asks, a little tentative, a little amused. Oliver thinks, the effort clear on his face.

“Jus’ as much as the bottle said,” he replies. Percy doesn’t doubt that, but he can tell from Oliver’s cadence that the dose is strong.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Percy suggests. Oliver tries to protest, but Percy hauls him up anyway. Oliver leans heavily into Percy, despite the injury being to his shoulder, unsteady on his feet from the potion. His hair tickles Percy’s neck.

Together, they stumble-walk toward Oliver’s bed. Percy, who rarely enters Oliver’s space, is surprised to find it mostly clean. Percy does his best to be mindful of Oliver’s shoulder as he gets him into bed. He’s thankful Oliver’s already in track pants and a t-shirt; the idea of changing him into nightwear makes something in Percy flush.

Oliver all settled in, Percy turns to walk away. Before he can even take a step, Oliver reaches out with his good arm and grasps Percy’s hand.

“Perce,” he says, words a little soft and slurred, “than’s. Y’r the best.” Percy can’t help but smile despite himself.

“Goodnight, Oliver,” he says, squeezing his hand once before letting go. He flicks his want once to turn off the lights, but even when he shuts the door behind him, Percy can still feel the warmth of Oliver’s hand in his.

[torestoreamends]

A celebratory fic snippet

So last night I hit 1000 followers, which is a bit wild, and I honestly have no idea what you’re all doing here, but thanks! 

I’ve been thinking for a while about what to do for the occasion. I’m not very good at prompts and I don’t have a fic prepared, but, I thought I might tell you all a bit about my WIP, which I’ve been keeping quiet about.

I haven’t posted much fic recently, but that’s because I’ve been rewriting roughly 45,000 words of this beast. I’ve been working on this thing since August, I really love it, and I’m so excited to finally share it with you all. Sadly, at ten chapters in, it’s only about half done. But now I’m concentrating on it full time I hope things will speed up.

It’s currently called Moramortia (fondly known as Sick Scorpius), and it’s set during Albus and Scorpius’s seventh year at Hogwarts. 

Scorpius isn’t on the Hogwarts Express at the start of seventh year, and Albus discovers that he’s become very ill over the summer. Determined to find out what’s wrong with him and how to make him better, Albus starts doing some research, and discovers Moramortia, a fatal illness with just one cure. Together, Albus and Scorpius (with some help from Rose) set out on an adventure to find the ingredients to make the potion that will hopefully save Scorpius’s life… 

I hope this fic will have something for everyone. Scorbus fluff, Scorose friendship, Malfoy and Potter family feels, plenty of angst. Drama, adventure, and visits to everywhere from Godric’s Hollow, to Malfoy Manor, to the Chamber of Secrets. 

Under the cut is a little taster of the first 1500 words.

*

Scorpius isn’t on the Hogwarts Express at the start of seventh year. This would be alarming in itself, but coupled with the fact Albus has heard nothing from him in weeks, it’s downright terrifying. 

Albus waits in their usual compartment for half an hour, pacing up and down between the seats. He sticks his head out of the window to try and peer across the smoky platform towards the barrier, but he doesn’t see anything. There’s no sign of him in the corridor either, no flash of white-blond hair among the jostling crowd. It’s weird because Scorpius is usually so eager to get to school. He’s the first one on the train every year. Albus would have expected him to buzzing with excitement for their final year, but there’s no sign of him anywhere. 

When the train sets off and he still hasn’t appeared, Albus goes in search of Rose. If Scorpius is anywhere he’ll be with her, or maybe with the other Prefects.

He squeezes his way down the crowded corridors and finally finds her at the opposite end of the train, telling off a couple of fifth year Hufflepuffs for littering in their compartment. When she spots Albus coming she gives them a final stern look and promises to report them to Professor Sprout if she finds any more mess. Then she slams the compartment door shut and turns to Albus.

“Where’s Scorpius?” She asks. “He wasn’t in the Prefects’ carriage but he should have been, since he’s Head Boy. Is he hiding down the other end of the train with you?" 

Albus stares at her. "You mean… you haven’t seen him?" 

She shakes her head. "No, of course not.” She swishes her robes round herself and stands up tall. “I would have expected him to be more responsible. You’ll have to go back and tell him that he has duties, and if he continues to shirk them I will-”

“I haven’t seen him either,” Albus says.

Rose freezes. “Excuse me?" 

"None of his stuff is in our usual carriage. I didn’t spot him on the platform. I thought he’d be up here with you, but…” he swallows. “Do you think he missed the train? Have you heard from him at all?" 

She shakes her head, frowning. "I haven’t had anything from him. Not a letter all summer. But I thought he’d have written to you…" 

Albus looks over his shoulder, checking the crowded corridor for any sign of a tall, skinny, flailing figure. There’s nothing. "Not for weeks.” He looks back at Rose. “I went on holiday with Mum and Dad and Lily, and when we got back he just stopped writing to me…" 

Rose folds her arms and gives him a look. "Did you two have another fight?" 

Albus shrugs, feeling completely lost. "If we did it wasn’t one I knew about. Anyway, Scorpius doesn’t stop writing when we fight. He writes even more, whole essays about how much he hates me. It’s like his brain won’t shut up." 

Rose unfolds her arms with a desperate flourish. "Well… Maybe he’s on holiday!”

Albus sighs. “It’s the first day of school, Rose. It’s the first day of seventh year. Of course he’s not on holiday." 

"Just a suggestion,” she says, a note of defensiveness in her voice. She looks out of the window, staring over the passing houses, like she’s hoping to find the answer written in the sky. “Maybe he’s ill,” she says.

Albus snorts. “He’d have to be pretty ill not to come to school. He loves it here. I think even if he was dying he’d find a way to drag himself here." 

Rose adjusts her Head Girl badge and frowns off into space. "What about his dad? Maybe something’s wrong with his dad. Has your dad mentioned anything? He’s friends with Draco.”

Albus shakes his head. “Nothing…”

“Well, maybe you should write to him and check." 

Albus nods thoughtfully. "That’s a good idea… maybe I’ll go and do that now. I’ll see if he’s in any of the compartments on the way. You never know, he might have had a sugar crash and fallen asleep in one of them or something.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Rose says. “Anyway, I’m going to go and yell at those third years who nearly set their compartment on fire earlier. I mean really, letting off fireworks on a train. How stupid do you have to be?” She sets off, then stops dead and looks back at Albus. “Do you want me to come and find you later? I can help with the letter if you want." 

"I think I’m capable of writing my own letter,” Albus snaps. He hadn’t intended to sound so short tempered, but he can’t help it. 

Rose holds her hands up. “Just offering. You don’t have to get all touchy about it." 

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Sorry. I’m not touchy. Just worried." 

Rose puts a hand on his shoulder. "I’m sure he’s okay." 

Albus meets her eyes. "I really hope so.”

He sends his letter out that afternoon, then spends a lonely night stuck at the end of the Slytherin table without his best friend. The Sorting feels dull, and the Feast is tasteless since there’s no Scorpius to enjoy them with. It’s like all the life and colour has been sucked out of the world. 

The worst part of the evening comes when he goes up to the dormitory and has to try and sleep beside Scorpius’s empty bed. He tosses and turns all night, wondering and worrying, and getting very little sleep. It’s a relief to get up and go to breakfast next morning. 

Thankfully, his dad’s reply comes while he’s sitting there picking at his bacon. He nearly knocks over his goblet of pumpkin juice in his eagerness to untie the letter. Wiggles, the family snowy owl, hoots indignantly at him, and he strokes her head and feeds her a bit of toast crust to make up for his over-excitement. Once he’s freed the letter from her leg he glances up at Rose and waves her over. She glances around then dashes across the hall to sit in Scorpius’s empty seat.

“You know we’re not supposed to switch tables at meals,” she hisses, ducking her head and looking up at the staff table to see if she’s been spotted. “We’re setting a bad example to the kids.”

“Whatever,” Albus says. “We’re seventh years. The rules don’t apply to us anymore.”

“That’s not even a little bit-” She breaks off at Albus’s look and tuts. “Fine. Show me this letter." 

Albus shoves the cornflake bowl and toast rack out of the way and smooths the letter out on the table between them. 

Albus,

Glad to hear the train ride was okay. I know Professor McGonagall was a bit worried about all those high winds around the border. 

I agree it seems a little odd Scorpius wasn’t there, and no, I haven’t heard from Draco in a few weeks, not since we got back from France. I’ll keep an eye out for him at work and if I hear anything I’ll write. Hopefully they’ll turn up soon! 

Good luck with the term. I’m sure you’ll be excellent. Are you planning to take the advanced Apparition lessons if they’re offered? It’ll give you a great head start for Auror training. I wish I’d had chance to take them. 

Constant vigilance, and keep in touch (at least let us know you’re alive this term, your mum was really worried last year when you didn’t write).

Love,

Dad 

"So Draco’s missing too?” Albus says, glancing across the table at Rose. 

She sighs and folds her arms, leaning on the tabletop. “Now you’re going to worry more, aren’t you?" 

Albus stares down at the letter again. "Of course I am. What if someone’s kidnapped them? What if… What if Delphi or someone broke out of Azkaban and kidnapped them?”

Rose tuts. “Do you have to be so dramatic? They’re probably fine, Albus. And no one’s broken out of Azkaban in years.”

“But what if-”

Rose shakes her head and taps a finger on the table. “Speculating is just going to make you even more crazy. Let’s just assume everything’s fine for now-”

“Which it isn’t-”

“And then,” Rose continues forcefully, “we can reassess when we get more information in the future. Okay?”

Albus looks at her, takes a deep breath, and nods. “Okay." 

He doesn’t feel like assuming everything is fine. He feels like his whole world has been turned upside down. He’s only been at Hogwarts once before without Scorpius and it had been hell then, too. The sooner Scorpius comes back, the better. 

"Good,” Rose says. She reaches out for the toast rack and pushes it toward Albus. “Now stop stressing and eat something. It’s our first day of seventh year classes! We have to be on top form." 

Albus picks up a piece of toast and takes a bite of it. "I’m not sure I’ve got a top form,” he says, through his dry mouthful of crumbs.

Rose rolls her eyes at him.