#bc we know ty and kit were always something more

[margareturtle]

I am 100 % sure that in TWP we will get a scene where Ty has to defect from the scholomance on his own side mission and Anush is with him and Ty tells Anush “it’s ok you can stay/go back, you don’t have to take this risk” bc Ty has abandonment issues !! And he doesn’t expect a friend to stick around. But then Anush has a confused reaction to this bc “of course I’m coming, I’m not letting you face this alone” and then Ty is confused bc this whole time he didn’t want to assume that him and Anush were really friends as they could just be schoolmates/coworkers out of necessity— so Ty doesn’t expect Anush to want to follow him outside scholomance stuff especially bc Ty has never had a real friend outside of his family and even Kit as soon as he stopped living with the Blackthorn’s he stopped talking to Ty so Ty doesn’t expect Anush to want to support him and so Ty asks “why would you want to come with me?” And Anush answers “because we’re friends Ty, and I’m not going to leave you.”

[johnnysuhballs]

U need someone to care for u

johnny suh single dad x teenager y/n

tw: comfort, and happy ending, y/n toxic relationship w her father,self harm scars,

johnny (28) and y/n (14)

Your father was the first one to called ''ungrateful bitch'' and u said that he was literally ''monster'' and he physical abused to the point, that u were crying on floor and blood on ur face and lips..u got used to it and when u couldn't dealt with it anymore... you got a razor and cut urself and made scars on ur arms and legs etc... when it was the final straw u packed ur bags and ran away from home

johnny pov

johnny got out of the groccery store and he was abt to open the trunk to put the groccires bag in there, he saw a young girl crying and hugging her knees and when he saw blood on lips and face, cuts on her arms etc., he knew he had help her and get her taken care of...

so he walked towards her and bend his knees to reach her level

''Are u ok little girl'' johnny ask

little girl finally spoked and said "N-no Sir"

"why don't u come to my house.. so l can take care of cuts u have and they look very deep to be honest" johnny said

johnny went to cup her cheeks and of sudden she flinched

"is somebody hurting u" johnny asked

little girl said "Y-yes"

can ask abt what ur name is? johnny said

my name is Y-y/n

well my name is johnny

"well why don't get u out of here" johnny says

she nods

(2 hours later)

johnny unlocks the door and opens the door...

"you can sit down on the couch and l will attend to u.. but first l have to get first aid first" he said

y/n was toward the living room and goes to the couch and sits on it

johnny goes to towards y/n and sits right beside and gets the first aid kit and opens it and gets alcohol and bandages

"imma gonna put this alchol perioxde on ur scars and beware it might burn "johnny said

puts alochol and y/n makes a oouch sound..

after that johnny put bandages on the scars..

he asks y/n this...

can tell me everything that happened y/n? johnny said

u can take ur time and there is no rush johnny said

y/n takes a breath and starts talking abt her father used to be abuse and torture and called her slurs...

y/n told johnny abt scars on her arms and legs and she did bc she didn't want to be alive and wanted to be free

johnny was sooo shocked and mad that ur father did those things to u

"well now that ur done and clean up wonds.. we should start getting ready to go to sleep" johnny said

"but l don't have any pj's to sleep in" y/n said

"l will grab some of pj's and u can sleep in my other guestroom if u like" johnny said

ok y/n said

johnny gives y/n some pjs and she heads to the guestroom and changes in their..

and johnny knocked on the door and y/n opened it

"i will be going to sleep and if u need anything... my door is right down the hall" johnny said

y/n says ok and says gn to johnny

closes the door and goes to sleep

*5 months later*

y/n and johnny got along and talked more and johnny enrolled y/n to school

y/n is healed and recovered and being doing good in school and passing ur classes and tests

Johnny is gonna surprise y/n w adoption certifcation and johnny decided to adopt y/n bc he sees her as daughter

y/n l got something for u johnny said

johnny handles y/n envelope and y/n goes to the couch to read and starts crying but happy tears

she runs toward johnny and gives him best hug..

ty for helping me johnny and never realize this but l see u as father bc were they for me and always comfort and hangs out me bc my father didn't do that for me... but if they didn't saw or came toward me

i don't know where l would be... so tysm l luv dad

johnny starts tearing up w happy tears and hugs y/n and caresss her hair and gives her head pats...

sooo how abt we go watch an movie theaters and plays some games at the arcade

y/n said that sounds fun to me and lets do it..

y/n and johnny watch movie and plays games at the arcade..

THEY LIVE HAPPLY EVER AFTER... THE END

a/n: l hope u like this and if u go through this or self harm yourself or living a toxic home...seek help and don't be afraid to talk to someone u trust... seek help before it's too late

GBye celzens:)

(bc my name is cel, not funny at all.)

[biisexualemma]

always you. oscar diaz

word count: 1658

warnings: little bit angsty but still fluffy i swear

requested: 'hi!! i truly love your entire blog and your imagines!! you're writing is incredible! could i ask for an imagine with oscar where the reader and oscar are together but he needs constant reassurance from her that she wants to be with him bc he thinks she can do better? so shes always letting him know that he's all she wants? just a lot of fluff pls! thank you!!’

a/n: sorry aGaIN for taking literal months to write this but here it is! i don’t really love it but hopefully you do! alright bye

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your eyes rolled, slowly drifting in and out of consciousness. your brows furrowed when you heard a loud thud followed by some muffled cusses. you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, peeking one eye open, your eyes still tired from the deep sleep you'd been in seconds earlier.

you knew who it was and he came shuffling in moments later. you often fell asleep well before oscar would get home, but almost always stirred when he'd get back, as much as he tried not to wake you.

the lights were off but you could just make out his silhouette. he let out a heavy sigh, his hand moving to his face, rubbing his eyes exhausted.

"hey," you muttered, your voice soft from having just woken up. you peeped at the clock beside your bed, it was almost two in the morning. you turned back to oscar who was trudging over to your shared bed, releasing a huff when he collapsed next to you. "it’s late— everything ok?"

his body relaxed under the touch of your fingertips grazing his shoulder, he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. your eyes fluttered, you were so tired. you rested your head on his shoulder, eyes closing for a moment as you placed a kiss against his arm. you forced your eyes open to look at him, trying not to let yourself drift back off to sleep.

"i didn't mean to wake you," he mumbled, he sounded just as tired as you felt. you reached over and flicked on the lamp beside your bed.

the room dimly lit up, your eyes shifting straight away to the blood dripping just below his eyebrow. your eyebrows twitched into a frown, your hand touching his chin and tilting his head so you could get a better look.

"osc, you're bleeding," your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, unease sitting on your stomach. you didn't want to ask where he got it from, instead you climbed out from under the warm covers, shuffling to your shared bathroom. you knew you had a makeshift first aid kit lying around somewhere. "do i wanna know?"

oscar didn't answer you at first, he continued to lay still where you left him. he didn't want to think about it too much, and he definitely didn't want to put any images into your head. "probably not," he mumbled. guilt and tire laced his tone. he never liked having to come home to you like this. he would often try to hide it to avoid getting you up in the middle of the night. but you had a sixth sense, you always knew, somehow, when he was hurt. he knew you deserved better than this.

this guilt had being weighing on him for quite some time and he didn't know what to do with it. he loved you, much more than you were aware of. he knew he'd do anything for you but he couldn't help but doubt everything when this kind of thing happened (which was a lot).

you moved back over to the bed, seating yourself down with your legs crossed. you patted your lap, and oscar compliantly moved so his head rested between your folded legs. you pulled out an anti-septic wipe and began to clean up the blood surrounding the wound.

he watched your face as you hovered over him, upside down. your bottom lip tugged under your teeth, eyebrows furrowed softly, careful not to hurt him as you tended to him gently.

"sorry," he was practically whispering.

your eyebrows unknitted when he spoke, losing your concentration for a second. you glanced away from the wound and down to where his eyes lay. you noticed how his eyelashes fluttered, his brown eyes tired. you shook your head, brushing off his apology.

"don't be," you mumbled, your fingers touched his temple so he would turn his head. you continued to clean out the wound, ignoring his hard stare. "as long as it never gets any worse. i couldn't have you look any worse than this..." you trailed off, trying not to put those images into your head.

you finished cleaning him up, throwing your bits away, and repositioning him so he lay with his head on your lap again. you moved one hand to his face, running your thumb across his cheek.

"what you thinkin' about?" you mumbled softly. you leaned back against the headboard, your eyes growing tired again. his eyebrows were furrowed slightly with unease.

"that you deserve better than this," he didn't hesitate when he spoke because he really meant it.

he wanted to leave all this, to live a life with you away from everything tying him to freeridge. the fact that he couldn't give that to you right now, was starting to take it's toll. especially when he knew you this was all you wanted. he knew you didn't approve of his lifestyle, you had said so when you first started dating. but you learned, over time, to push it aside and not think about it. you loved him and would do anything to be with him. he didn't want you to go through that for him.

feeling more awake now, you frowned, approaching the conversation with caution. "better than what?"

"being woken up every night to fix me up."

"stop getting hurt then, problem solved," you tried to make light of where you saw this conversation going.

"i'm serious, y/n," he cut you short. he sighed, sitting up, his back facing you now. he didn't often call you by your name, he usually stuck to some kind of pet name. so it left a weird feeling in your stomach when he did.

"oscar," you mimicked his sigh. "can we not get into this— it's late," you really were exhausted, you couldn't imagine how tired oscar must be. you didn't trust having this conversation with him when you were both moody and tired. "you know i love you.."

"yeah, i know," he ran a hand across his face. his exasperated sigh made you think that wasn't what he needed to hear. it stung a little. "that's what makes it worse."

your eyebrows knitted, you didn't want to hear this now, or ever. for a moment you felt as if your relationship was very one sided, something you'd never worried about before with oscar. he was always very affectionate with you in private, he made sure to tell you he loved you at least once a day.

"please, i really don't want to get into this with you, osc," your voice cracked slightly, fear of where it would lead if you carried this conversation on.

"you can't just ignore it," he snipped. you touched his shoulder, gripping it so you could make him face you again. you knew oscar could get a little insecure when it came to you, but you never gave him any reason to be. you were perfectly happy with him, he just couldn't see it.

"i'm not ignoring anything," you sighed. oscar observed now how tired you looked, the feeling in the pit of his stomach worsening. "i love you, ok? is that not enough? i don't picture us running away together. i picture this. because this is the reality and that is what i am content with. i don't need you to be anything else because i love you. as you are, no matter what you do."

you felt yourself getting upset that you had to spell this out for him. you knew what you were getting into when things started getting serious between you two. you could've pulled away at anytime but you didn't want to. you were still here because oscar was it for you, and you knew that even if he couldn't see it.

his expression softened. "i don't want this to be your reality," he relaxed his head, looking away from you. you were torturing him, looking at him like that. "i want more for you."

you felt a lump growing in your throat, it was upsetting to hear him talk like this. you shuffled, moving so you could wrap your arms around his stomach, your head pressed against his back.

"good thing you can't tell me what to do then," you mumbled halfheartedly. you squeezed your arms tighter around him. he sighed. his body swivelled round, throwing his arm over your shoulder and pulling you closer. you kept your arms in place when he leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

"all i want is you, oscar," you mumbled, comforted by his embrace. you pulled at his torso until you both fell back into the bed. you rolled onto your side, looking up at him with a stern look in your eyes. "it was always you. you’re it."

"it?" he mumbled, caving just a bit for you to release a very soft smile, nodding. he looked at the ceiling, you watched his jaw unclench.

you hummed, content. "it."

oscar didn't say anything, he just tightened his grip around your shoulder, his head relaxing on top of your own. you could feel him relax underneath you.

"so you can quit your worrying and tell me you love me too," you were halfheartedly teasing him now. you felt him smile a little, as he slowly eased up and let it go. he tried to focus only on the fact that you were in love with him, and that nothing would change your mind. "'cause i said it like three times and you shut me down every time.."

oscar rolled his eyes, lifting his head so he could look at you. he now saw your small teasing smile. you tilted your head back, oscar followed your lead and kissed you. it was soft and slow, oscar pulling away only for a second so he could mumble a quiet you know i love you.

you both fell asleep moments later, wrapped up in each others arms.

[thescarletgang]

Hidden Love

this is bc of the ty flower card that dropped n i need to let my emotions out somehow

"Ty? Can we talk?"

Ty heard his voice ring out in the empty room from behind him.

Ty's head had been full of thoughts when he had entered the LA Institute, wondering why Julian had asked him to come back for a meeting so suddenly, but then he had seen Kit Herondale standing in front of him, laughing at something Dru had said and looking just as beautiful as he was three years ago and all his thoughts started to leave to make space for just one.

How beautiful.

He had kept glancing at Kit throughout the meeting while trying to pay attention to Julian's words. One such time, when he had caught Kit looking at him, Kit had quickly turned away his face, pretending to listen sincerely to what was being said.

And now, Kit himself had come upto him asking to talk. Ty wasn't sure what to do. He clenched his left hand as the other moved toward the pendant around his neck.

Kit's pendant.

Whenever he had missed Kit, missed laughing with him, missed talking to him and missed him, he would always reach out towards the heron pendant hanging around his neck to heal his aching heart.

But now when he stood in the same room as Kit, the pendant did little to help him.

He took a deep breath, and turned around. When he looked at Kit again, now with less distance between them, he realized he had been wrong before.

Kit had gotten more beautiful since the last time Ty had seen him. He lost his breath and his heart skipped a beat.

"Yes?"

"How, um, how are you?" Kit stumbled over his words. Ty was astounded because he had never seen Kit anything but less than confident.

He simply wanted to ignore his question, lash out and ask Kit what had been bothering him since years.

Why did you leave? Why didn't you just stay? Why are you back now, so suddenly? Oh why, why, why.

There were so many things he wanted to know but he didn't know if he would be able to handle the truth. So he pulled himself together and settled for an acceptable reply.

"I'm alright."

Kit raised an eyebrow at that as if he didn't believe it. Ty was partly sure even Kit had not realized he'd done that.

"Oh. That's good."

Ty watched Kit straighten himself and pull up a smile to his face.

Ty could easily see that it wasn't a genuine one. And he felt his heart jumping at the thought of still recognizing the real Kit enough to know what was genuine and what wasn't.

"When did you arrive?" Ty asked after a moment of silence passed between them.

"A little before you arrived actually," Kit replied. "Emma called Jem last night to attend the meeting, so Tessa made a portal in the morning. Though Jem couldn't attend in the end, Mina wanted to rest and she wouldn't let him go." Kit rambled on, but his previous smile got replaced by a genuine one this time, when he spoke about his little sister.

Ty let out a soft chuckle at that.

"She seems adorable."

"She is." Kit grinned.

Kit's expression then turned serious, "Listen, Ty-"

"Kit, are you here?" A voice came from the door. They both turned towards it.

Tessa Gray came into view. She glanced at Ty with a warm smile in greeting and then towards her son, her expression full of love as she looked at Kit, and asked, "Can you come with me, please? Mina keeps asking for you."

Kit made towards the door, but not before shooting an apologetic look towards Ty and asking shyly, "I hope we can continue talking later?"

Ty simply nodded as he watched the two of them go.

He felt a faint smile make its way onto his face, watching Kit simply being happy around his family, around people who loved him.

Kit was aware that he was loved there, something he wasn't three years ago.

It was a different love than the one Ty had towards Kit.

Ty had realized long back that his love for Kit had not been philia, friendly love. Eros, that was what it had been.

And Ty's love had been hidden. Kit had not known that Ty loved him then, just as he still loved him but that was okay, as long as Kit was.

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hi i wrote after really long, i don't think ppl even remember being on my taglist, sorry to bother y'all

[iloveallmyocs]

The third person- part 1

this is the first installment of a three part series and there will be a time jump between each. During this, Kari have already been together for a while.

September 2013

It was a typical lazy saturday evening, Kit over on Mari’s house in their room. The two teenagers were lying of Mari’s bed, both under several layers of covers and looking at Mari’s phone as she texted an overly concerned Tessa, reassuring her that it wasn’t her son that was dead, only his phone’s battery.

“Feels really weird, someone being so concerned for you when you visit your girlfriend’s house” mumbled Kit.

Mari shifted in the bed to look at kit. He wore a strange expression. Kit had mentioned many times that he wasn’t used to having someone care for him. Well, he didn’t say the exact same thing, but Mari knew him enough to know what he meant. Their heart broke a little each time Kit hinted at it.

But Jem and Tessa weren’t the first people who had cared for Kit, apparently. Kit had informed her about the blackthorns, with whom he had stayed for a short duration of time. The two of them had stayed up late during some nights during which he talked about them. His voice contained fondness when talking about Dru Blackthorn, loss when about Livvy, but when he spoke of Ty...

He didn’t sound like he missed Ty only as a friend, there was something more to it, Mari could tell. The only problem was that they could put their finger on what exactly happened. Mari always wanted to ask Kit the question but never did as she was afraid that his reaction wouldn’t be ideal.

“Did something ever happen between you and Ty?”. The words slipped out of her mouth before she knew it.

Kit took some time to register the words. After he did, he shook his head. “Nothing did, we were just friends who grew apart after the other’s sister died”

That wasn’t enough to convince Mari. “Why do I have the feeling that you’re lying to me?” they sat up straight and asked.

“Seriously, nothing romantic happened between us” reassured Kit, also sitting up to reach Mari’s level.

“but the way you talk about him, it’s just...” Mari started, but left the rest of the sentence in the air between them.

Kit sighed. “Nothing happened between us, but I was- like that idiot Will Herondale said to Tessa- catastrophically in love with him. I’m sure he doesn’t feel the same way”

Mari was silent for a some time. when the time passed, she asked in a small voice “are you still in love with him?”

Kit hesitated. “Yes” he confirmed, closing his eyes shut.

Mari took his hand and squeezed it. “It’s okay”

“You don’t have a problem with it? That we’re dating and that I am still not over Ty?”

“Do you love me?” inquired Mari calmly.

“Of course, I’ve loved you since-”

“Then I don’t have a problem with it. I'm not going to ask you to chose between Ty and me. He was you're first love and you can't just forget your first love like that” she said “and Kit?"

"What?"

"I love you too"

let me know what you think!

savour this while you can because part two will be loaded with angst.

ik a lot people want their relationship to be a casual one bc Ty is the only one for Kit, but I personally hate the 'Herondales love but once' thing so I did this.

Tagging everyone related to Mari’s creation, inform me if you want to be added/removed:

@littlx-songbxrd @thechangeling @ti-bae-rius @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood @foxglove-airmid @the-wckd-powers @wagnerthedragon @adoravel-fenomeno @lxdyblackthorn @icouldnotask @fair-childd @goodoldfashionednerd @fevermadness

@hardlymatters done :)

[dameronology]

home {poe dameron x reader}

summary: poe made a promise to always come home, and it’s one he’s determined to keep

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries 

more hurt/comfort fluff?? i almost sent myself off to sleep writing this bc of the ending and bc i am shattered. anyhoo, enjoy!

- jazz

p.s i skimmed this, but it has not been properly proof read haha oops pls bare with me, i will do it in the morning 

It had only been five days. 

You’d been apart from Poe for far longer than that; sometimes weeks, sometimes months. It was just part of being in the Resistance, and something you both knew you had to do, but it didn’t make it any easier. You must have had some pretty foul luck to have met the love of your life during a time in which the galaxy insisted on keeping you apart - but one look at the pilot, and all that faded away. He always made it home to you, no matter what. He’d made that promise to you pretty early in the relationship, and you knew it to be true. You could never doubt Poe. 

The Blue Squadron was due back to base at midday; the mission had been pretty secretive, so the comms lines had been shut most the time. Even after begging Leia to let you man the singular one that connected you to Poe, she’d refused, knowing it would only make things worst. The General only ever spoke from experience, and she had plenty in waiting around for cocky pilots. Whilst Poe was arguably a little less reckless than Han, she knew that you would both act as a distraction to one another’s work. You were equally important to the Resistance, and she couldn’t have you moping about on a commslink for hours a day. The joke was on her for that one, because you still moped, even when you weren’t trying to reach your guy. 

 ‘What time is it?’ You asked Finn. 

‘11.56.’ He glanced over at you, eyebrows raised. ‘So the same time as when you asked thirty seconds ago.’ 

‘I’m just anxious.’ You grumbled. ‘I’ve been so lonely the last five days.’

‘You mean the last five days that you’ve spent with me?’

‘Hey, it’s nothing personal!’ You nudged him in the ribs. ‘You miss him too.’

‘I do.’ Finn nodded. ‘We really are just a pair of simps.’

‘Friends who simp together, stay together.’ You grinned. ‘And if me and Poe ever break up, you have first dibs.’

‘Same for you, if Rey and I ever break up-’

‘- that would require you getting together in the first place.’ You reminded him. Finn could only scowl in response. 

‘I’m trying!’ He held his hands up in defense. ‘It’s just complicated.’

‘Nothing’s complicat - they’re here!’ 

You leapt off the crate you’d been sat on, sprinting across the hangar to where a fleet of X-Wings were grouping. Jess came in first, followed by Snap, and then Kare. Poe’s jet was the last to come in, which was unusual for him. He almost always lead the squad - aside from the time he’d managed to blow an engine and had to call you out to tow him back (it’s how you’d met, actually). Bar a few new dents and scratches, his jet looked to be in decent condition, with BB-8 whirring away from where he was perched in the back. You took that to be a good sign, even if he’d been the last to get in. 

A crowd of mechanics reached the fleet before you, tools in hand and ready to repair whatever damage the First Order had thrown at them. You gave Jess a smile and a high five as you passed, but your line of sight was dead set on finding the curly-haired pilot. You had to elbow your way through the crowd, heartbeat picking up as you did. Man, you’d missed him. The last few weeks had been rough for you both and being constantly pulled apart only made it worst. All you wanted to do was to see him, to hug him and-

- You hit Poe with a thud, chests colliding. He immediately wrapped you up in his arms, pulling you tightly against his chest and burying his head against yours. He smelt faintly of jet fuel and smoke, which was fitting. 

His lips were on yours the minute he’d let you go, hands tightly gripping your cheeks as he kissed you with all his might. Yeah, he’d missed you too.

‘Hey, baby.’ You couldn’t help but smile, eyes finally meeting - it didn’t last long though, not when you saw the state of his face. ‘Oh my god. Your eye! And your lip! And-’

‘- I missed you.’ Poe brushed it aside, pressing another exhausted kiss to your lips.   

‘I missed you too.’ You softly sighed. ‘The fuck happened to your face, though?’

‘Just...First Order stuff.’ He bit his lip, brown eyes falling to the floor. 

You sighed. ‘Shit, Poe.’ 

‘I know. He gently nodded. ‘I’m okay though. I’m here with you. That’s the important thing.’

‘You’re right.’ You agreed. ‘C’mon, I’ll take you to medical-’

He cut you off with a groan. ‘Let’s just go back to my room. Please?’ 

‘But your face.’ You gently ghosted a thumb across his bruised cheek, flinching when he shuddered slightly. ‘I mean...I have a first aid kit. I can always take a crack at it.’

‘That sounds a lot nicer than those nurse droids.’ He smiled. 

‘But you have to promise to get checked over tomorrow, okay?’

‘I promise.’

Poe flung his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you headed out the hangar. His own room was actually in the opposite direction, but he practically lived with you in yours. It always felt so much nicer. You’d managed to make it a lot homier, with photos of the two of you and fairy lights strung up. The scent of your perfume always lingered in the air and sleeping in your bed was the closest he could get to you when you were away on missions. In return, he left his jumpers and hoodies laying around for you to have free reign of. It was a weak form of paying rent, but he hadn’t heard any arguments. 

You could tell that Poe was tired from the way he walked. He usually had a swagger in his step, smiling at everyone who passed. Now, he was leaning on you for support, dark eyes staring dead ahead with exhaustion, his brain working at a thousand miles an hour to process what he’d witnessed over the last few days. You’d been on his mind the entire time.

‘Here we go.’ You gently lead him to the bed, helping him shrug off his charred flight suit. He caught your lips in a chaste kiss as you moved it off his shoulders, hands suddenly grabbing yours. 

‘You know I love you, right?’

‘Of course. I love you too.’ You murmured. ‘Is something up?’

Poe pulled you down onto the bed beside him, eyes finally meeting yours. ‘I just...I got captured on the mission. Very briefly, but still. It was scary, and there was a moment when I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it back.’

‘Poe.’ Your breath caught in your throat. ‘Is that why your face is all...’

‘Like this?’ He chuckled slightly. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry.’

‘Hey, don’t be.’ You squeezed his hands. ‘It’s not your fault, and like you said earlier, the important thing is that you here now.’

‘I know, but I promised you, didn’t I? That I’d always come home?’

‘And you did.’ You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. ‘Now c’mon, I gotta stitch you up before this scars.’

‘I reckon I’d look hot with a couple battle scars, y’know.’

‘You would, but I’d rather you not bleed out all over my sheets for the sake of vanity.’ You smiled. 

Digging out your first aid kit, you grabbed a few cotton swabs and some bacta spray. You weren’t a nurse, but your medical skills weren’t terrible either. After a few too many injuries and close calls out in the field, you’d learnt the basics. Half of the scars on Poe’s body had been from your handiwork after he’d been injured -- some of them were a little wonky, but he hadn’t died yet, so you figured you’d done a decent job. The ones he’d done for you were much neater but in your defense, he was reckless as fuck and had a ton more experience in dealing with injuries. 

On the bright side, Poe’s torso seemed fine and relatively uninjured. The white shirt he was wearing was only smeared with soot from the blaster fire, and his bare arms were broad and uninjured, save for one scrape on his left bicep. Okay, maybe the broad part wasn’t relevant to the context, but it was definitely relevant on the whole. He did have good arms. You only ever truly felt safe when they were wrapped around you.

‘This might sting a little bit.’ You crouched between his legs, pouring a little bit of bacta spray onto the cotton swab. You gently wiped it across his forehead, doing a double take when he let out a hiss of pain. ‘You okay, baby?’

‘Yeah, I’m good.’ Poe’s eyes met yours, and he gave you a half smile. ‘Better now that you’re here.’

It didn’t take too long to clean up the rest of his cuts and bruises; they were relatively minor given what he’d been through. The last time he’d been caught by the First Order on Jakku, he’d come home ten times worse than this. You’d spent days by his side in the medical room, mostly chiding him for how funny he looked in the bactasuit, but also to offer emotional support. The duality of love. 

You finished up by wrapping a bandage around the cut on his left arm, gently tying it in place with a safety pin. It was enough to keep it clean and safe until tomorrow, when you’d hopefully be able to convince him to see an actual nurse. You knew that for now, he was tired and probably just wanted to rest. His eyes were sunken with tiredness, and his body had become more and more slumped as you’d gone about cleaning him up. Poe never slept well on missions; a mixture of anxiety and your absence always made for a bad night’s sleep. 

‘That should keep you in one piece for now.’ You said, running a hand through his hair. Poe leant into your touch, pressing a kiss to your wrist. ‘You should get some sleep.’

‘Mmm.’ He murmured. ‘You’re staying, right?’

'Absolutely.’ You offered him a soft smile. ‘Gotta lose the boots though. These are clean sheets.’

‘Can you do it for me?’ He asked, flopping back against the mattress. 

You rolled your eyes at his...Poe-ness, before leaning down and unzipping his shoes, tossing them in a pile across the room. Yours joined them, followed by your jacket and the crumpled flight suit. That was something else to worry about tomorrow. For now, your main focus was him. 

Poe climbed under the covers, shuffling across to make room for you. He reached out to you as you joined him, naturally wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The tiredness really hit him then, and you could feel his body untense as you pressed a kiss to his jaw. His body was warm against yours, which was a welcome contrast after sleeping alone for the last few nights. 

‘I love you.’ Poe murmured quietly. 

‘I love you too.’ You peered up at him with a smile. 

‘And I’ll always come home to you.’ He gave your shoulders a light squeeze. ‘You know that, right?’

‘I do.’

‘I’ll never break a promise to you.’

‘I know.’ You softly sighed, trying to move closer to him (as though it were even possible).

It was hard for him to fight the exhaustion now that he was laying with you -- after a few moments, his breathing became a little deeper, and his grip on you a little looser. You pressed one last kiss to his cheek, before settling back against his side and letting sleep over take you. 

[notveryglittery]

mice on venus (1.1)

summary: gee, those forest ravines really pop out at you, huh? wc: 2k / ships: romantic royality, qpr prinxiety, romantic analogical. warnings: falling off a cliff, injuries, janus is a lil rough around the edges but sometimes u gotta be when living in a dangerous blocky world... author’s note: i couldn’t sleep last night... bc brain was making this... and also @thoriffix​ makes nice minecraft art... so yeah, minecraft sanders sides au? i have no clue what i’m doing besides having fun :) not too much knowledge of the game is needed; you can look at it as a basic adventure au. enjoy!

mice on venus (1.1) (you are here) | far (1.2) title inspo: (spotify link) (youtube link) idk if this will go on ao3 but here’s a spot for editing 

— — —

Patton’s voice tears from his throat in a raw and terrified shout. "Roman!" He screams, hands outstretched uselessly, as Roman tips backwards over the edge of a ravine, and disappears.

Logan is there, barely a second later. He rifles through his bag, finds what he needs, and throws it with all the force he can muster. Gravity won't let it hit the ground before Roman does, but it will help when it arrives nonetheless. He hurries to stand, turn, and face —

"What happened?!" Virgil asks breathlessly, daggers drawn and at the ready.

"Roman fell into a ravine," Logan answers with so little tact that Patton would scold him for it if he were paying enough attention to overhear. The color in Virgil's face drains. "I threw a Splash Potion of Healing after him," Logan reassures without pausing, "but we need to get down there."

"I knew I should've stayed home," drawls their final party member, sounding awfully bored despite the situation.

Patron does hear this and he rounds on Janus with fire in his eyes. "How could you be so cruel?! Roman might be dead!"

Janus raises an eyebrow. "Were you not listening just now? Our local brewer lobbed a potion. Roman's seen worse. He'll be fine."

Patton's lower lip trembles but it's hard to tell whether he wants to cry or to berate. Maybe both. He looks for Virgil, only to find him at the ravine's edge with a bucket. Water is flowing from where it's been poured, creating a safe passage for them to traverse down in once safe.

Roman, meanwhile, is falling.

His only warning had been the horror dawning on Patton's face and even then, it came after his foot met air instead of solid ground like he expected. For some inane reason, his first thought as he went plummeting was "who put this ravine in the middle of a forest?" Next, it was panic and "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH—"

With the wind stinging his face and his blood roaring in his ears, Roman knows he has mere seconds to figure out how to make this suck less. He struggles to right himself until he's facing the ground that is rushing up to meet him. He pulls his shield from where it is strapped to his back and thanks Jeb that he'd had the foresight, as their fighter, to give himself something sturdier. The rickety thing the others use wouldn't have done much for him here but the curved, solid iron plate he tucks himself into should absorb most of the impact.

That doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt like hell. He can barely cry out with how his breath is knocked out of him. Pain shoots up his ankles and legs, lighting every nerve along the way. He tilts over, gritting his teeth and trying to see beyond the stars that swim through his vision. He isn't safe… There could… Mobs…

Glass shatters next to him and he flinches from it. Please not a witch, please not a witch, please not a witch —

As opposed to the nauseous kick of poison or the heavy weight of slowness, however, warmth of healing washes over him. In his shock, he'd forgotten anyone had been with him but of course, Logan would have been right behind Patton, with his emergency potions. Relief floods over everything else. He isn't alone. He has help.

"— an idiot!" is the first thing Roman hears when he comes to. He opens his eyes to see Virgil pacing beside him, flailing his arms, and apparently mid-rant. It's probably Logan at his feet, wrapping his ankle in a splint. Ah… the pain from it being jostled must've woken him… He's glad he doesn't remember it.

"Honey," Patton's voice whimpers, close to him, choked and scared and none of that will do —

"C'mere," Roman croaks, reaching for his beloved. Patton catches Roman's hand and holds it almost too tightly. Roman isn't sure which one of them is shaking. He brings Patton's hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles. "I'm okay, sweetness. Don't cry. Please. You know a smile will help me recover better than anything."

"That's not true," Logan pipes up, deadpan.

Patton gives him a tremulous smile anyway.

"Learn to watch—" Virgil stops. Freezes. Looks up. "Oh. Great." He's rifling through his supplies before the others even have time to ask him what's wrong.

The sudden realization of dimming light answers them well enough, though. Janus wastes no time in beginning to help Virgil, moving with him to the ravine's wall to back their makeshift base against. Sunset brings with it monsters and they certainly aren’t in the best place to handle that.

"You need to sleep before you get back on your feet," Logan tells Roman as he packs away his med kit. "No adventures for at least three days."

Roman gasps, as if Logan has just told him his birthday is canceled.

"Logan's right, dear," Patton intervenes, pulling one of Roman's arms over and around his shoulder. He helps him stand slowly, making sure Roman favors weight on his less injured ankle. "It's okay, I'm gonna stay with you! It'll go by so quick, you won't even know it happened."

Roman wants to complain further but he’s lightheaded from his now-vertical position. With practiced ease, Virgil and Janus have a lean-to set up to keep them safe from the nights terrors. Unfortunately, there’s only enough materials for two beds. Fortunately, they sleep in shifts anyway. It takes some coaxing to convince Roman that he doesn’t need to stay awake for one but once his head is on the pillow and Patton is combing a hand through his hair, he’s out.

Logan sits up for the first two hours. Forty minutes in, Janus leaves to explore the ravine. The others know better than to even try stopping him. He returns, laden with coal and iron ore.

“Roman’s shield is gonna need repairing,” Janus says matter-of-factly as he takes over for the next watch.

Logan groans. “I suppose, at least, the painting will keep him busy while he’s grounded.”

“He’ll last…” Janus pauses, considering. “I give him no more than a day and a half.”

“If he wants to sustain his injuries, sure.”

“Bet you he’ll try stealing an Instant Health potion.”

“Not if he knows what’s best for him,” Logan snaps.

Janus smiles with too many teeth which isn’t to say he has too many teeth, just that normally his smiles are close-lipped. Logan scowls before ducking into their small shelter to try and get some rest.

The next two hours pass without trouble. Virgil takes his turn. The howling screech of an enderman startles Logan awake but just as quick, Virgil is peeking in on the party and waving the concern away with an ender pearl clutched in his fist.

“Didn’t wanna pass up the opportunity,” he whispers, before returning to his post.

Patton sets up for the last watch. Virgil makes Logan take the free bed, which doesn’t take much convincing seeing as he’s half-asleep already. Roman begins to toss and turn so Virgil sits on the ground beside him, reaches up, and holds his hand.

“Sap,” Janus says from the corner where he’s been making torches.

“Have you slept at all?” Virgil asks instead of taking the bait.

When Janus doesn’t answer, Virgil frowns. “How long has it been?”

Another round of silence.

“J, what the fuck? We don’t need phantoms on top of everything else!” Virgil raises his voice without meaning to. Logan stirs at the sound of it; he’s always been a light sleeper.

“Hush,” Janus hisses. They wait a few moments more until Logan has settled. “I will when we get back home. I’ve got at least one more safe night.”

Virgil’s glare sharpens but he doesn’t push any further. Janus goes back to his crafting but Virgil notices now how slowly he works. Instead of staring and letting his concern build, Virgil leans back and shuts his eyes, focusing on Roman’s warm hand in his.

Sunrise means a quick breakfast of bread and crisp apples. They share amongst themselves before Logan and Patton take down the lean-to. Janus returns to the top of the ravine, making sure to dispatch any mobs lurking in the shade of the trees. Virgil remembers the leads Patton had brought with him, for if they had come across any horses, and suggests tying Roman to one of them, just in case things go wrong on the swim up the waterfall.

Roman, ever full of bravado, insists he would be just fine on his own. Looks of concern and frustration come from his boyfriend and queerplatonic partner, respectively, and he quickly gives in without much fuss. Janus joins them again and offers to build a ladder back up, especially since there’s no short supply of wood; Logan disagrees, worried that it would take too long and they’d be caught out once more at nighttime.

Eventually, they do all get up and out of the ravine. Roman’s splint needs redoing now that it’s wet and heavy but afterwards, they are on their way home. He relies heavily on Patton and Virgil to help him, careful to not put too much weight on his injured foot; he hates needing so much help, but he supposes it’s mostly alright, what with Patton keeping him entertained with stories and Virgil teasing him about dumb little mistakes made in the past.

Slow going as as they are, they make it just as the sun is beginning to set. The lanterns are lit at the village they had set up nearby roughly a year ago and their neighbors are gathered at the bell for gossip and trade. Patton wants to swing by to say hello and offer some cake but Roman is really struggling beside him now.

“Oh, sweetpea, you must be so tired,” Patton murmurs, shifting so that he can take more pressure off of Roman. “I’m gonna get you the best dinner… And hot cocoa, too, how’s that sound?”

“We haven’t got a steady supply of cocoa beans yet,” Roman says without much conviction.

“I’ll cocoa bean anyone that tries to stop me,” Patton insists.

Virgil stifles a laugh behind his hand and pretends he didn’t hear the thinly veiled threat disguised as a pun. He makes a note to kick their search for a jungle into first gear and wonders if Janus would be up for a trip to the west. It is the least explored direction and their terribly empty maps remind them every day. In the meantime, he’ll help Patton to get Roman comfortable and settled. He makes sure Janus goes to bed that night, keeping him company until he’s well and truly deep in sleep.

After one last sweep of the perimeter, Virgil retires to his and Logan’s room. Logan is waiting up for him, reading by candlelight. Virgil changes into his night clothes and slides in under the covers. Logan is warm and, with a fond eye roll, compliant as Virgil tugs at his sleeve until he eventually puts his book away. Logan lays on his back with Virgil splayed half-across his chest; the sensation has always put Logan at ease, having his partner’s presence so physical and grounding and there.

“Will Roman be okay?” Virgil asks in a voice so small that Logan almost doesn’t hear him.

“Like Janus said, Roman has been through worse.” Logan hesitates but not long enough for either of them to actually start thinking about it. “As long as he is careful, which I’m sure Patton will help him be, he’ll recover in no time.”

The tension flows out of Virgil in one slow exhale. “Thanks, L.” He shuffles deeper into the blankets and Logan’s embrace. “Love you.”

“And I you,” Logan responds with a hum, pressing a kiss to the top of Virgil’s head.

[grxceblqckthxrn]

TDA characters as types of tiktokers

y’all KNOW i’m bored when i’m doing this shit lmao 

i’ll get around to doing the other TSC characters eventually TDA was just the first to come to mind also if you’re not actively on tiktok some of what i say might not make sense ahaha

also i named some tiktokers who yall can use for reference for some of them and from what i’ve seen they’re all fairly unproblematic so you should check them out!!

EMMA CARSTAIRS

okay so she’s DEFINITELY super popular and she uses her platform for good

she’s really funny and a lot of her audios go viral posts videos of her dancing saying that she cant dance but she’s actually really good at it

6M followers and growing fast 

 hypes up her boyfriend’s account ALL the time

calls out misogynistic/racist tiktokers through duets and KEEPS THEIR TAG IN THE CAPTION  

 she is not afraid of starting drama lmao

occasionally hops on POV and transition trends but its usually satire 

emma can’t act for shit lmao 

super active on tiktok and has a spam account

people are always asking her to drop the skin care routine but she doesn’t have one?? 

*pushes Zara down* “and no one’s gonna help her?? WOW some world we live in”

JULIAN BLACKTHORN

there’s no way he doesnt  have an art account lmao

a lot of his paintings go viral but 90% of his comments are 14 year old girls thirsting over him

yall know that pottery guy on tiktok?? the cute one?? (i searched up his account just for this post he’s @/daxnewman769) that’s the best way to describe him

literally all the famous tiktokers commission him

probably has like 4M followers lmao

will occasionally make about how respecting women doesn’t make you a “simp”

doesn’t get into tiktok drama tho

posts candid videos of emma and all his jealous 14 year old fans get so pressed but he shuts down anyone who says anything bad about her

sometimes does painting or drawing tutorials and he’s really good at teaching stuff lmao

CRISTINA ROSALES

omg okay so like yall know those really pretty girls on tiktok who are literal models and are always dropping tips on how to frame your face for pictures and best clothes and poses and whatever  ( @/ameliezilber is the first person that came to mind as an example)

thats her

alot of her content is just for the aesthetic

BLING EFFECT

GRWM’s all the time

10 step skin care routine 

GOOD VIBES

has a pretty decent following?? like at least 2 million

has a spam but it’s exactly the same as her main lol

also calls out problematic tiktokers but not by name

her entire account is full of body positivity and does a bunch of stuff on loving yourself

sometimes does POVs and all the comments are like “@ netflix hire her rn”

sometimes posts crack videos with emma and cute vids with mark and kieran

MARK BLACKTHORN

does a lot of reaction videos and duets

a lot of his videos go viral but he doesn’t have a huge following like maybe 800k

 everyone still knows him

gets at least twenty “are you wearing only one contact” comment about his eyes every post

he’s really funny without even realizing it 

sometimes goes inactive for weeks at a time and just forgets that tiktok exists lmao

shows off kieran and cristina ALL THE MF TIME AND EVERYONE IS SO JEALOUS LIKE HOW ARE ALL OF THEM HOT

KIERAN 

doesnt have a tiktok lmao sorry

but shows up so much on mark’s and cristina’s that a lot of people know who he is

DIANA WRAYBURN

unironically does POVs but is actually good at them??

lots of videos talking about the struggles of minorities like LGBTQ+ and POC and women

posts a lot of those vidoes that are like “what to do if you ever get kidnapped” “red flags in relationships” “most powerful parts of the body” etc

probably has like 500k followers 

at the end of the day she doesn’t really use tiktok that much tho ahaha

LIVVY BLACKTHORN:

does a little bit of everything??

posts dance videos sometimes 

omg her transitions are SO good

everyone is in love with her and she has to remind them that she’s a minor (i’m just a kid plays aggressively in the background)

posts videos that are just vibes?? like her skating at night, dancing in traffic with dru/her friends, walking through the city at night etc

lots of lip syncing videos to whatever sounds are popular and all her comments are like “i wish i looked like this” “guess im not eating today” and she gets so upset :((

she wants everyone to know that they’re perfect the way they are!!

also posts POVs sometimes and she’s not that bad at them ahaha 

probably has like 1 million followers 

doesn’t even need a spam just posts everything on her main 

shouts out her sibilings accounts all the time

overall just great energy

TY BLACKTHORN

never posts his face on his main but he does on his spam

yall know those accounts that post fun facts or psychology facts?? his is like that except he talks to explain them and everyone finds his voice SO calming 

he posts a lot of content of animals and everyone is in AWE with how good he is with them

his username is probably theanimalwhisperer or something djkfskjd

every single time he posts Kit on his account all the comments are like “OOH ICU” and “SHIP” and “ASK HIM OUT ALREADY”

he gives 0 shits about popularity on tiktok he’s just posting for fun because he likes teaching people about his interests

so he has like maybe 500k followers

lots of philosophical questions that has everyone questioning their existence

ugh i love him

KIT HERONDALE

be honest this is what y’all were waiting for 

yall know those unproblematic ppl that everyone refers to as the “king(s) of tiktok”???

yeah thats him

SO FUNNY

LIKE HIS CONTENT IS GENUINELY HILARIOUS

lots of sarcasm and satire

think @/adamkindacool  ?? (one of my favourite tiktokers lmao)

does reaction videos for those “pov: im the annoying hot cheeto girl sitting next to you in math class” videos

dark humor (not like rude humor but actual dark humor)

like “i put the baby in the oven and the pizza in the bed” type of jokes back when those were a thing

has like 4M followers but almost every single one of his posts go viral so he’s gaining fast

lots of pranks

starts a bunch of trends

any video he posts of Mina goes viral

sometimes he posts some really weird stuff that has everyone laughing so hard irl (@/benoftheweek)

he NEVER thirst traps but still gets a lot of those weird sexual fairy comments on his posts (iykyk)

TO BE CLEAR I MEAN THE FAIRY EMOJI ONES NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM BEING FAE 

reacts to the comments with a video of him just staring at the screen with the “oh to see without my eyes” or “im just sixteen” audio going on in the background which only encourages them to make more weird comments

anyways everyone loves him

any of his povs are pure jokes meant to make fun of pov’ers

posts maybe one serious tiktok every 5 months that talks about being respectful and using your platform for good

“i miss old tiktok”

posts a lot of random videos of Ty where, again, all the comments are shipping them except even more so on his account because everyone can see his heart eyes for Ty

collabs with Dru a lot and does a bunch of duets of her videos

everyone loves him bye

DRU BLACKTHORN

SO many memes

she deletes any hate in her comments bc she honestly doesnt care to respond to them and doesn’t need that kind of negativity in her life

but one time she got a “the f in women stands for funny” comment and she WENT OFF

does really dark povs sometimes that are really interesting

CLOWN MAKEUP + SCARY CLOWN TIKTOKS ( think @/avani ‘s clown make up posts

REALLY good at makeup and sometimes gets julian to do scary makeup on her for tiktoks and povs (like those ones with stitches over the mouth or skin peeling off)

huge ally!! posts a lot about minorities struggles and white privilege, and acknowledges hers

does movie reviews and stuff sometimes

“types of” videos

pulls a lot of pranks on her sibilings with livvy and sometimes with Kit

lots of body positivity + self love

calls out back-handed compliments

also has a lot of content like Livvy’s of just vibing in LA

julian and emma and mark go off at anyone who sexualize her in the comments

probably has like 650k followers

posts a couple of times a week

BONUS: 

JAIME ROSALES

lots of skateboarding videos idk he just gives me that vibe

doesn’t post that often but is super popular

like maybe 1.5M followers

really passionate about systematic racism

HATES all those privileged white boys using the “this is america” audio to pretend they’re oppressed ( this is a may 2020 thing so it probably wont make sense to anyone who sees this after lmao)

POSTS A LOT OF THIRST TRAPS LMAO 

also posts lots of videos that’s just him yelling about stuff but they’re really entertaining to watch ( like that guy sebastian @/sauceyogranny)

everyone thinks he’s super hot he always shows up in those “hottest boys on tiktok” videos except sometimes he’s just the token POC boy and it makes him mad :( 

DIEGO ROSALES

HIS ACCOUNT IS SO PRACTICAL LMAO

lots of tips 

“what to do if you’re trapped in the desert” “what to do if you’re kidnapped and stuck in the trunk”

doesnt reply to comments EVER unless it’s to clarify a point he made in the video or answer a question

has like 200k

okay thats it lmao im done bye this took me like an hour to make

i’ll get to all the other characters from the other series’ eventually 

also if yall are wondering abt the lack of f*ckbois in this post they’re coming dw

TMI CHARACTERS AS TYPES OF TIKTOKERS

TID CHARACTERS AS TYPES OF TIKTOKERS 

TLH CHARACTERS AS TYPES OF TIKTOKERS

[writesowhatnext]

can I get that in writing? // seamus finnigan

Summary: Slytherin!reader has a little crush on Gryffindor’s favourite Irishman. Unbeknownst to her, the feelings are very much mutual. Not the best timing though, is it? With a war going on and all.

Request: I adored your writing and was wondering if you'd write for Seamus Finnigan with a Slytherin reader the angst/fluff prompts of 44. “You’ve always felt like home.”?

A/N: I actually had no idea where to start with this bc I had a general vibe I wanted to aim for but couldn’t figure out where to beginnn, sort of pleased with how it turned out though

Reader: female

Warnings: spoilers I suppose? Mentions of the battle of Hogwarts, abuse, the Carrows, injury, sewing I guess??

You couldn’t come up with a good enough reason to justify your crush. It wasn’t without effort on your part, either. You’d lost a good deal of sleep and favour with your teachers during sixth year for how distracted you were by the whole ordeal; as if their best student dipping a little was their biggest fish to fry with a war on the horizon. If you were to make a pros and cons list of crushing on Seamus Finnigan, there were no pros. Just cons. Only cons. He was a Gryffindor, for a start, if that wasn’t enough. He was also completely incapable of performing any magic without somehow blowing something up. And he swore like a sailor. And he had those annoying Gryffindor traits of never thinking anything through ever and not having even a single ounce of self-preservation. And it was hardly time for a crush. But he was Seamus. And, Merlin, was he funny – especially when his potions were disastrous. He was brave too. He’d been part of Dumbledore’s Army, so you’d heard, before the Umbridge fiasco. Bugger having feelings.

To say you knew each other would be a stretch: you knew of each other. You shared some classes and he hung around Harry Potter so you’d seen him around because, obviously, Harry Potter. The first time you’d spoken to him, actually, was in sixth year. You’d seen him from afar before then, of course. What, with his tendency to get explosive. But after disagreeing with Draco Malfoy on a shockingly Potter-related incident (he had said Potter was an awful seeker, you merely recalled statistics), you were temporarily shunned by many members of Slytherin – as if you hadn’t been already for being a halfblood. And so, you became a lone wolf in many subjects for a short time near the end of the year. You hadn’t intended to strike up a conversation with your crush; it had just sort of happened, but thinking back, you were grateful. You’d watched from the bench opposite Seamus, in Potions, as he attempted to brew an Alihotsy draught.

He was hopeless. With him throwing ingredients in without much regard, you were more than surprised that the potion hadn’t exploded. Thirty seconds later, it did. His hair stuck up away from his face, his eyes wide and green dust all over his skin. You didn’t mean to laugh, and certainly not maliciously, but you couldn’t escape your giggle at his frazzled and frustrated expression. He looked up at you at first with angry, embarrassed eyes: he saw your tie, heard you laugh and immediately took a disliking. Then he remembered something he’d heard from Parvati about you defending Harry to Malfoy. He also noticed how pretty you were when you laughed. And so, he laughed back.

“Not my finest.” He said to you, almost bashfully.

“Not your worst.” You replied with a teasing smile.

And that’s when you- sort of- became friends.

You didn’t speak to him for a while after that. You smiled in corridors, though, and across classrooms. And the great hall during meals. You’d hoped after so long that your crush might disappear, but it only grew. You knew how he felt about Slytherins and honestly, you weren’t too fond of Gryffindors either. So, it’s not like you held out a lot of hope for the two of you: you both had your houses’ reputations to upkeep. Reputations became irrelevant, though, after the Battle of the Astronomy Tower. You’d seen friends of your parents and your friends’ parents hurt in that; fighting on the wrong side. And even though he was the head of your house, Snape’s new post as Headmaster after Dumbledore’s death did not sit well with you. To say Seamus was far from the forefront of your mind through this would be an understatement.

You did think of him, though, when you started seeing DA slogans on the walls at Hogwarts. Slytherin became a hard place to be in seventh year; especially if you disagreed with You-Know-Who, even subtly. The treatment of muggleborns made you sick and you knew you had to do something. Anything. Your fear stopped you to start with: you saw what the Carrows were doing. Practising curses on students had your heart in bits and most Slytherins didn’t speak to you, either too scared or too blinded with power and hatred. Hearing about Neville Longbottom, a wizard you didn’t know well who appeared to be the spearhead of the movement after Harry Potter’s disappearance, being persecuted was what made you snap. You began to speak out against the use of unforgivable curses on students for detention. You didn’t turn up to the muddle studies class – unable to sit through the lies Alecto Carrow sprouted.

They beat you more for being a Slytherin than they had any of the other rebelling students and you knew if you didn’t hide, you wouldn’t last. You couldn’t leave Hogwarts - your parents were on the run for being muggle and blood traitor. Being one of the more astute Slytherins, you knew where everything was in the castle. You guessed that the Room of Requirement would give you some salvation at the least. You didn’t expect to see the DA hiding out there, but you were grateful for your luck. When you walked into the room to see a dozen missing Hogwarts students shocked to see you, you realised that being in Slytherin at a time like this was truly being stuck between a rock and a hard place; distrust wherever you went. You recognised people from all houses but your own. It took seconds before their wands were pointed at you and through his bruises, you recognised Neville Longbottom at the forefront.

“I’m here to help.” You said, hands in the air, wand tucked away. “I just want to help.”

“How can we trust you?” a voice shouted from the back.

“Look at my face.” You said, fully aware of your split lip and the purple-coloured skin around your eye. “I’ve been fighting this just like you.”

“But you’re a Slytherin.” Another voice called out.

You looked around them almost desperately, knowing you’d probably be killed if you went back to the dungeon. You recognised Seamus despite his bruised face; you couldn’t help but offer him a small smile.

“That didn’t stop them.”

There was a deafening silence.

“I say she stays.”

You looked up at Seamus, somewhat shocked. You didn’t expect him to vouch for you. He shot you a half-smile, turning to the rest of the group. “We’ve all taken beatings for the cause.”

To say you were accepted into the army with open arms would be a falsehood of massive proportion. Whilst nobody was rude, they were all wary; though, it was a great deal warmer than the chilly atmosphere of the Slytherin dungeon. One day in early April, there was shouting from the entrance of the room. Two boys were dragging a third in over their shoulders. Neville, the boy on the left, was shouting.

“I need help, now!”

You went over to see what you could do, a few others following. A circle formed around the boy. His face was bloodied and unrecognisable and for a second, you worried that you hadn’t seen Seamus around today. But that didn’t matter. Whoever it was needed help. You bent down in front of him, aware of dozens of pairs of suspicious eyes on you, and took out your wand. A simple spell your father had taught you to make cleaning your room a lot easier erased the blood from his features and you couldn’t help the lump in your throat when you saw Seamus’ face.

“I can fix him.” You said quickly, looking up at Neville. He, too, was bruised from whatever they’d been doing. You just stared at each other for a moment as he debated trusting you. He didn’t speak, only nodded.

“I need a needle and thread.”

You pulled Seamus’ head into your lap, looking at a deep gash on his forehead.

“What happened?”

A Hufflepuff girl dropped a first-aid kit next to you; you made an effort to smile at her in thanks. Neville said down in front of you and watched you work. The rest of the army dissipated, either to leave you to it or cause more havoc elsewhere.

“We were writing on the walls. The Carrows found us. Seamus fell and hit his head when they stupefied him.”

You nodded, beginning to sew the gash shut. Neville watched you closely. You didn’t take it personally. When you were finished, you held the needle in your mouth, tying off the end of the thread.

“How do you know how to do that?” Neville asked, looking you in the eye for the first time.

“My mum’s a nurse. A muggle nurse.”

“Your mum’s a muggle?”

You nodded, smiling slightly as you brushed Seamus’ hair back from his face.

“He fancied you, you know.” You looked up at Neville, frowning. “He wouldn’t shut up about you last year.”

You huffed a laugh. “I fancied him too.”

You were surprised to see Neville smiling at you. Maybe you’d made a friend after all.

You stayed awake all night, waiting for Seamus to wake up. You were sat by his bed, back against it as he slept peacefully. It must’ve been the early hours of the morning when you felt eyes on you. You weren’t sure you were still awake but you could hear birds outside somewhere and figured you had better things to dream about. You turned around to see Seamus sat up slightly, watching you. Neither of you spoke. He sat up with a groan, squeezing his eyes shut and holding his head.

“Easy there.” You said softly, offering him some of the water you’d placed near him. You barely thought about the way you instinctively placed your hand on his back or the brush of his fingertips against your own.

“What happened?”

“Neville said you took a nasty fall after being stupefied.”

He groaned.

“He also said you fancied me.”

“Christ,” he said, rubbing his head as you sat back down, smirking. “A man gets stupefied once and all his secrets come out.”

“So, it’s true?”

“Blimey.” He muttered.

“Because if it is, that’s quite convenient.”

He frowned, his muttering stopping after a second. He looked at you, clearly confused.

“I had quite the crush too.”

“Had?”

You didn’t reply, only smiling as you grabbed his arm and pushed him back down to get some rest.

“You’ll be here when I wake up, I suppose?”

“Nowhere else to be.”

And that’s when you became sort-of more than friends.

Though there were much more pressing matters leading up to Battle of Hogwarts and lots of much bigger feelings, you and Seamus enjoyed what you had going. You never talked about it explicitly though, not really. You laughed together, a lot, and he was constantly teasing you. You returned the favour though with your fair share of flirting. You bandaged each other up whenever you needed to and he even introduced you with pride when Harry Potter finally returned. You were happy about that, of course, but you knew Potter returning would mean something big.

And you were right.

That’s why you were currently running down a corridor after Professor McGonagall in a desperate attempt to find Seamus. You pushed through some other students to reach the front doors.

“Boom!” McGonagall said, Neville on her left and Seamus on her right. As you got closer, you saw her gesturing to the Wooden Bridge; no doubt she was hoping destroying the bridge would stall the invasion.

“Wicked,” Neville said, as you pushed behind another student. “But how are we gonna do that?”

You were right behind Seamus, reaching out your hand to grab his arm.

“Why don't you confer with Mr Finnigan? As I recall, he has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics.”

“I can bring it down!” Seamus insisted, moving away from you unknowingly.

“Seamus!” you called out, following him, Ginny Weasley and Neville towards the bridge. He stopped, waiting impatiently for you to catch up with a frown on his face. You were acutely aware of the sounds around you, the battle already underway.

“You have to be safe,” you said, now face to face. “You need to get home safe.” You smiled slightly. “Back to your ‘mam’”

He just stared at you for a moment, a smile twitching at his lips. And then he leant forward, very slowly, and kissed your lips. A short and sweet kiss that made your heart sing.

“You’ve always felt like me’ home.” He said, smiling and tilting his head to the side. You stared at each other for a moment longer before Neville interrupted, hurrying the moment along impatiently, reluctantly.

“They’ll be more where that came from when I get back,” Seamus said, walking backwards away from you. “Believe me.”

[thomaslightwood]

I have to say, I REALLY loathe the math/cor/jam triangle that is forming. apparently it will be james who'll tell cordelia that math is no better than her father (cordelia SHOULD know what she is getting herself into/be cautioned; my issue here is JAMES doing the warning. that's your BEST FRIEND/parabatai, why are you even discussing his issues with someone else, WHERE is lucie, why don't we ever actually get to SEE the strength of a parabatai bond when it's purely platonic etc) and it uncomfortably reminded me of will treating tessa like shit just to corner her later on by confessing that it would break his heart if she married jem. it's that disregard, the selfishness that tries to masquerade as selflessness. cassie said too that the math/grace kiss will be making a comeback and I don't see james reacting gracefully. math is no saint but so far the herondales have had a history of treating their love interest AND parabatai like shit (kit and cecily serving as notable exceptions and no, kit's outburst + his leaving ty is lot more complicated and nuanced than fandom cares to acknowledge bc everyone is so set on infantilising and/or blindly absolving ty instead of acknowledging that they both were put in an impossible situation and fucked up but that's a different discussion lol). bottom line being that I dislike how herondales treat their One True Love and best friend yet it's always the characters around them that end up with the short stick lmao.

Sorry for answering late, I had test and this ask is long and I wanted to give it my full attention.

Also, this is super long so the ask is divid into a few parts.

I have to say, I REALLY loathe the math/cor/jam triangle that is forming. apparently it will be james who'll tell cordelia that math is no better than her father

I dislike this triangle too. A lot.

But I don't see how James is the one who will tell Cordelia about Matthew's issues? Also, James doesn't know anything about Elias. And if he does, it's probably about that he's in prison. I highly doubt James will compare his parabatai, one of his closet people, to a man who can be a criminal just because he's jealous. Besides, he doesn't see Matthew's alcoholic addition as that serious issue - at that time it really wasn't viewed as such. (Also, the Merry Thieves (except Thomas) are minors who regularly drink alcohol in the Devil Tavern - it was something normal at the time and no one view Matthew's drinking as a problem. Cassie explained it once)

(cordelia SHOULD know what she is getting herself into/be cautioned; my issue here is JAMES doing the warning. that's your BEST FRIEND/parabatai, why are you even discussing his issues with someone else, WHERE is lucie, why don't we ever actually get to SEE the strength of a parabatai bond when it's purely platonic etc)

I fee like you're talking about a certain scene where James says something to Cordelia about Matthew but I don't remember such thing. (If there is one, please let me know)

However, I think it's very unfair of you anon to be angry at James for something he hasn't done. Yes, he could, I suppose, but I have never thought he would be the one warning Cordelia for Matthew. I don't know why you think that. (Again, if there is a scene where James talks about Matthew's issues with Cordelia, let me know, I want to read it and decided for myself).

But really, where is Lucie? It makes me sad but I admit - the parabatai bonds so far are very disappointing.

and it uncomfortably reminded me of will treating tessa like shit just to corner her later on by confessing that it would break his heart if she married jem. it's that disregard, the selfishness that tries to masquerade as selflessness.

James and Will's cases are very different and I'm not sure I can compare their situations so I will just leave this with the comment that I really dislike Will and I think he's very problematic character who's issues should be addressed a lot more.

cassie said too that the math/grace kiss will be making a comeback and I don't see james reacting gracefully. math is no saint but so far the herondales have had a history of treating their love interest AND parabatai like shit (kit and cecily serving as notable exceptions and no, kit's outburst + his leaving ty is lot more complicated and nuanced than fandom cares to acknowledge bc everyone is so set on infantilising and/or blindly absolving ty instead of acknowledging that they both were put in an impossible situation and fucked up but that's a different discussion lol).

Ok, I kind of agree that Herondales have such history *looking at Jace and Will*. I just don't remember when Cassie said the kiss will make comeback? But I'm gonna trust you in this one, I doubt that it would so easily dismissed anyway. Also, for James' reaction - I think it depends if he's with the bracelet or not. And he would have the right to not react "gracefully" - from his point of view his parabatai kissed the girl he's in love it. He has no idea Matthew was forced to do it. Hell, even Matthew doesn't know. I think he would has every right to feel betrayed.

Also, I totally agree about what you say about KitTy situation. They both fucked up and no one should take sides - but this really is different discussion, ajaha.

bottom line being that I dislike how herondales treat their One True Love and best friend yet it's always the characters around them that end up with the short stick lmao.

Ajaha, *again, looking at Jace and Will*. Anyway, I kinda agree. That's one of the reason why I don't like Herondales

But we actually still haven't seen James fucked up with his parabatai and love interest so far. (He messed up the things with Cordelia a little but it wasn't his fault.) However, there is still time James to do better and hopefully Cassie won't make him the "typical Herondale".

[andrewjostn]

So I based this off of this song about a girl who likes to dance with her ghosts and doesn't want to leave, so I turned this into a fic about kit (+livvy, will, tessa, Jem, and some tlh peeps), a sad but sweet kinda thang I hope you guys enjoy it

@allyreynclds bc idk your undying support makes my heart go 💓💞✨

also sorry if there is no keep reading thing, if i use my computer it changes it to look weird if you look at the high school fic you'll understand, it changes into html on my phone when it wasn't on my laptop,, if anyone knows how to help please message me!!

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Kit wordlessly walked through the halls of his now home for a year, there was a book placed under his arm and a look of concentration on his face as if he was trying to remember something important.

He silently pushed the door to the ballroom open the only sound the creaking of the door as it was moved. Kit closed the door behind him with a quiet thud, he leant against the door and sighed.

After a moment Kit moved across the floor the only sound his echoing footsteps against it. He reached the piano that was placed towards the back of the room and sat down at it. He placed the book he had purchased on the small stand.

Jem had mentioned how Jace plays piano and how Will had also played piano, Kit didn't know who Will was but Jem had spoke about him with great fondness and love in his eyes. So Kit had thought the only right thing was to try and learn piano and by how he was going it was hard.

Moments later he let his head fall with a clunk onto the piano, he couldn't understand these notes for the life of him or understand which keys were which, he closed his book and sighed. He needed something that would take his mind away.

Kit had been having a great time in Devon but even in the times admist that fun the thought of Ty would slip in his head no matter how unwelcome it was.

Kit placed his fingers over the keys and decided to screw it, he didn't need to learn off a book he could learn by how it sounded and what sounded right. Silently he closed his eyes and let his fingers glide across the keys making a beautiful yet heart-wrenching melody.

When Kit had finished he opened his eyes and stared in disbelief, he did that. He looked up from the piano and saw a shimmery figure of a girl sitting on the piano.

"That was beautiful, Kit."

Kit held the urge to get up and run towards her with a hug. "Livvy." His voice was just a whisper but she heard it. "H-how are you here?" He asked slowly getting up, tears now glistened on his cheeks.

"It takes a lot of my energy to leave Ty but I had to pay a visit to see," she faltered slightly, "there are many other people who would like to see you too." Livvy said calmly.

"If you mean anyone from LA then—"

"No, I don't mean anyone from LA." Livvy stood up from the piano and moved over towards Kit. "You play the piano like one of your ancestors, horribly sad music from the heart."

Kit looked at her in question but her gaze wasn't on him it was on a figure who had appeared behind him. Kit whirled around to see another shimmy figure this time with black hair and blue eyes. The man made a disappointed sound.

"What is it with all the Herondales these days having blonde heads," He seemed to be visibly upset by this until he moved his gaze to Kit's face.

"Who—uh Livvy?" Kit asked looking sidelong at her.

"He is rather caught up on how none of the Herondales had inherited his dark hair," She said clearly amused, "He's Will Herondale, Kit."

Kit looked at Will with newfound interest, so this was Jem and Tessa's Will, the person they talked about both with so much love and sadness.

Kit quickly wiped the tears off of his cheeks before turning back around to see Will staring at the ballroom floor.

"How are my Jem and Tessa?" He asked airily.

Kit didn't know what to say really, they are going to have a baby? they are very happy? He settled on the latter. "They are quite happy,"

Will nodded smiling ever so slightly, "Tell them I'm waiting for the days we can all be reunited once more."

In almost a blink of an eye the ballroom floor was covered in shimmering figures. Kit watched as Will moved into the crowd and took the hand of lady with the same dark hair and blue eyes, her own partner frowning in calm dislike.

Somewhere the sound of music started playing and the shimmering figures started finding their partners and dancing.

"Who are all these people?" Kit asked in wonder, watching as the figures moved around the room like water in a stream. It was rather beautiful.

"Well the hand that Will took was his sister's, Cecily Lightwood, she married Gabriel Lightwood who Will and him share quite a dislike for each other though it's settled to they won't admit they like each other."

Kit nodded, so some of these people were his family and others his friends family, it was quite a beautiful scene.

"Who are those two?" Kit had gestured to a couple one with dark hair and gold eyes and the other dark red hair and black eyes. The boy looked like he didn't want to be dancing but was doing it anyways for his partner.

"That's James Herondale and Cordelia Carstairs, they are married too. James is one of Will and Tessa's children and Cordelia is Emma's ancestor, back then Cordelia had Cortana."

Kit nodded completely taken in by all these people, "How do you know who all these people are."

"I was dead for a little while Kit, and while they had all moved on sometimes we like to visit the earthly plain." She said calmly.

Kit continued to ask who people were and Livvy would answer. Names were swirling around his head, Anna, Grace, Lucie, Alastair, Matthew, Thomas, Gideon, Alexander, Sophie, Charlotte, Henry... parabatai, married, friends... there were so many families and they were all so close.

Eventually Livvy looked at Kit, "Would you like to dance with me?"

Kit smiled, "Of course."

Kit and Livvy moved onto the dance floor, Kit lifted his hand which Livvy tentatively placed her own over hovering slightly over his. Kit held his hand at her waist keeping from touching her and Livvy keeping her hand a hairs breath away from Kit's shoulder.

At first their movement was clunky until each adjusted to not being able to touch the other and they moved as gracefully as they could.

"How's Ty been?" Kit asked, breaking the silence between them. He looked away from her face, they looked so alike it made his heart ache.

"He's doing okay, he has been better. I'm sure he would be better with you there instead of a ghost sister." She said shaking her head ever so slightly.

Kit sighed, "I���just, yeah—" He gave up trying to form words and decided to look around the room instead.

All the shimmering figures together were beautiful, Kit's breath hitched in his throat so he turned his gaze back to Livvy.

"When will you go?" Kit asked the feeling of sadness washing over him like the ocean does over sand.

"Soon, my energy is draining," She hesitated for a moment, "Once I leave they will leave too, except Will he'll stick around a bit longer." She said smiling a little sadly.

"I'm sure he'll keep great company," Kit said smiling slightly, "not as great as yours though."

Livvy smiled. "I must go." She said sadly reaching up to Kit's face to wipe away a tear he didn't know he had shed, she quickly dropped her hand realising she couldn't touch him.

"If I never see you again, this was nice." Kit said wiping away his tears as more took their place, he watched as Livvy slowly disappeared and soon the others began fading too and the music coming to a halt.

Kit now stood alone on the dance floor, not exactly alone just as Livvy said Will had stuck around.

"I know I'm not exactly the one you wanted to stay, but I'll do my best." He said warily offering a smile.

Kit nodded, quickly wiping his tears away, "It's okay, she has a brother that needs more care than me besides I have you." He grinned openly, barely any hints of sadness.

Will smiled too.

Kit heard footsteps on the echoing floors and looked away from Will to see Tessa and Jem walking towards him.

"There you are, Kit," Jem said smiling warmly. He always smiled at Kit and looked at him with a kind expression, Kit appreciated it a lot.

"Dinner's ready, we didn't want to start without you." Tessa said smiling too. They both smiled and loved Kit so much, it was almost a shock sometimes.

"Okay," He looked over to Will who was watching the two a sad smile on his face, "But we are going to need an extra chair for our guest." He said smiling. Will looked over in surprise but he too smiled.

"Guest?" Tessa asked raising her eyebrows slightly, clearly intrigued.

"Yeah, Will." Kit said smiling at Jem and Tessa looking sidelong at Will. "I guess there will be some catching up then."

[impulseislost]

If this is the end (3)

Warnings: swearing again, minor (v minor) violence, gun threats bc i apparently can’t be nice to felix, mentions of injury and pain and i think thats it

Word count: 3671 :s

Midnight

Shock blew through his system.

Why? Why this of all the things life had to throw at them? Why did it have to be Felix holding the gun to Jeongin’s head? Who thought this would ever be okay?

This wouldn’t be okay, no one would be okay with this. Woojin could already see it.

From where he stood, the man could see Jeongin struggling against Felix, trying to force himself out of the other’s arms, trying to force the elder’s arms away from his neck. Woojin could see he was struggling.

Worry filled his veins as Felix cocked his gun, an eyebrow raising on his head as it was pressed harsher into Jeongin’s temple.

“Well?” Woojin averted his eyes, looking to the younger in worry, as Chan sighed and ordered them to stand down. No. No! How could he do that?

Their youngest was in danger - literally had a gun to his head - and Chan was making them stand down? There was a scoff, drawing Woojin’s attention once again to Felix as the man stared down at them in displeasure.

“Good boy. Now, How about you tell me who sent you here and baby over here doesn’t get hurt. Understood?” Woojin glanced at Chan again, silently begging. He couldn’t bear to lose another member after all.

Chan gritted his teeth as Woojin watched before he slowly opened his mouth with a sigh.

“We were sent here by Major Park Jinyoung.” He muttered angrily. Woojin glanced away, casting his eyes to the ground with a quiet sigh before he glanced up to notice Minho looking around cautiously.

The younger caught his eye and paled, before shaking his head. To say Woojin was confused was the least of it. It wasn’t as if Minho had any way of stopping Jeongin from getting shot.

Did he?

Woojin glanced away, looking to Chan for help.

“‘Course you did. Companies can’t stay out of other people’s business can they?” Woojin’s eyes flickered back to Felix with a frown. The blonde was standing in a more relaxed position now, like he knew he had the win here.

One hip was cocked and the gun was relaxed slightly.

“Whatever, I just need you guys gone. You’re just going to get in the way.” There was a whimper of ‘Felix’ from someone around him, Jisung or Jeongin he thought. Felix’s eyes narrowed, his stance changing.

Woojin swallowed, glancing around again, looking around for Ji-- Wait.

Where was Minho?

Quiet footsteps sounded next to him, the sounds of quiet breaths next to his ear and the feeling of a warm body hugging him. Before it left him. Beside him, he saw Jisung react, a hand raising to his chest to touch something in the air before he dropped it looking baffled.

“What do you mean ‘we’re just going to get in the way’?” Jeongin whimpered quietly, barely loud enough for Woojin to hear. Felix’s grip tightened.

“None of your business.” He snapped. A pile of rocks moved behind Felix, pebbles scattering as if someone had kicked them. The blondes head jerked, glancing behind him to see the nothingness before returning to the front.

“You just nee--” There was the whoosh sound of a hilt changing forms and Minho appeared behind him. Literally, just out of thin air. The young man’s hilt - In the shape of some form of gun, Woojin actually wasn’t too sure from here - rested against Felix’s head.

“Sup.” The air froze almost. How the fuck had Minho gotten there?

“You wouldn't risk shooting me.” Felix hissed, tilting his head slightly to stare at Minho and pressing the gun further into Jeongin’s head. Minho rolled his eyes, his gaze meeting Woojin’s with a grin.

“You’re right. I won’t. Can’t say the same for anyone else though.” The elder chirped with a smile, lowering his hilt down to waist level, “Besides. It’s not a gun.”

The weapon pressed into the younger’s side with a sharp buzz and Felix fell to the ground, writhing. “It’s a taser.” Minho’s hilt changed form again, in a plethora of lines as he touched it to Felix again.

Jeongin fell free of Felix’s grasp with a squeak.

“If anyone's an Athnari, now would be a good time for you to come forward about it.” Minho muttered removing his hilt to place a knee behind Felix’s shoulders as he spasmed, “Because otherwise, I’m just going to have to keep tasing him.”

A moment passed, then Hyunjin broke out of whatever stupor he was in, drawing Woojin’s attention.

“Hyung what the fuck!? You’re hurting him!” He screeched. Minho shrugged, gently pushing Jeongin in Woojin’s direction. The boy fell into the elder’s arms with a muffled whimper as Minho taped his hilt to Felix’s shoulder again.

“That’s kinda the point. He was holding a gun to Jeongin’s head in case you haven’t noticed.” Hyunjin made an aggravated noise as Minho stepped back from the now panting boy. A moment passed, with Woojin just taking in the general weirdness of the situation before anyone moved.

“Right uh, well…. That’s not what I planned at all. But this will do. Seungmin, can you uh... Fuck.” Chan pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes with a barely disguised groan.

Honestly? Chan was a living mood for Woojin right now.

“Someone just bind his wrists or something. Minho… Uh... Yea, talk to me about this later.” There was another sigh from Woojinas he went through his kit bag for bandages or something. Those could do for ropes for now he assumed. He didn’t care enough to try find anything else anyway.

A quiet laugh emanated from Minho as the younger saluted Chan with a grim smile.

“Fair enough.” Woojin frowned, quietly tying the blond on the ground up. Damn it Minho, now he was going to have to deal with an unconscious Felix for the return trip - Not his favourite past time by far. He glanced at Chan, who’s hand was pressed against his temples as he spoke into the air.

Probably calling for backup then. Great, exactly what Kim Woojin wanted in his life. The brown haired man tested the bonds around Felix’s wrists carefully before nodding and standing.

That’d have to do.

His fingers ached. But that always happened when he used it. His fingers went numb for the duration, barely usable at times, and then feeling returned to them - always in the shape of pain.

Pain like the one in his heart that told him that the boy in the holding cell of the ship wasn’t Felix any more. Appearance-wise, maybe he was Felix.

But Minho knew that no one in their team would hold a gun against someone’s head.

He wasn’t sure why the others seemed to grasp that Felix wasn’t their Felix. He was a stranger.

An Imposter.

Like the ones that his old ma--- Old Boss had given him as ‘friends’ once upon a time. The ones that reported his every mistake.

He didn’t want to think about that right now. Thinking about that only brought him problems.

Perhaps he had used the taser too long on Felix. But that wasn’t his problem. He knew how much Felix could physically take. He’d trained with the boy long enough after all.

Across from him, Jeongin sat staring at Minho with a blank expression. He’d been doing this for a while now. Just staring at Minho.

He wasn’t sure why, nor did he care. But it was a thing. If anything it was probably just over his disappearing trick a while ago anyway.

Minho didn’t feel like explaining, hell he didn’t even know why he could do it. It just… Happened.

“Hyung.” Minho hummed in response, glancing away from the window he was looking out of. There wasn’t anything interesting in space anyway, seeing as though space was always the same.

The same empty night sky, time and time again. There was never anything different.

“Hyung. What was that, back on Elantra? When you vanished?” There it was, the question Minho had been dreading from Jeongin. How could he answer, when he didn’t even know the answer himself?

“What do you mean what was it?” He glanced at the younger boy, leaning back in his chair to appear more relaxed. Anything to appear more confident after all. A lazy smirk rested on his lips.

“What was it? How did you do that?” Minho tapped his lips, glancing around.

“That, my dear Jeonginnnie, is a trade secret.” Jeongin looked frustrated with him. But that was fine. He didn’t ask any further at least. Minho hoped Jeongin had guessed he wasn’t sharing anymore.

He leaned back again, staring at the ceiling and listening to the low murmuring of the ship around him. He was almost dozing off when Jeongin spoke up again. Quiet, and nervous.

“Do you think Felix hyung will be alright?” Minho blinked an eye open, gazing blearily at the younger. Then he shrugged.

“Dunno. Maybe.” He couldn’t bring himself to crush Jeongin’s bubble of hope. If he wanted Felix to be the actual Felix then he would move heaven and hell to make it so. He’d do anything for those boys after all.

An alert sounded through the air, warning them they were close to docking. Minho sighed, sitting forwards in his chair again to stretch. Out the window, the docking bay came into view and with a quiet sigh, Minho resigned himself to spending more time in his room.

His fingers were still numb.

There was a loud beeping, and the announcement to stay seated before the ship docked sounded, and Minho could stand up safely. He stood, stretching his back out with a quiet sigh and glancing back at Jeongin.

“Whatever happens, I’m sure everything will be fine.” Minho murmured.

Jeongin let out a nervous chuckle as he shrugged.

“Doesn’t mean it’s any less painful to see him like that.” He whispered quietly. Minho nodded. He understood after all. A door opened, with Chan appearing in the hall.

“There you two are, come on. Time to come out.” If Minho recalled correctly, Chan had recalled them, after talking to Major Jinyoung. Apparently seeing Felix again was enough of a reason for them to go home.

Great.

He was fine with this. The dancer nodded, reaching for his bag before and stepping out into the hall past Chan. The interior of the ship was boring. Just a few rooms connected by hallways, the bridge, cargo bay and a large room that served as a general living area.

It was meant for travel, not comfort he guessed. Honestly, he could care less about it anyway.

Minho let his feet lead him out of the ship and into the docking bay. People roamed around, some condensing around other members of the team.

Jeongin was leaning on Chan when they exited the ship and were surrounded by Jaebum and some of his team. Really, everyone had someone with them at that moment.

He let himself disappear, sneaking away from the crowds to the door. The halls were more quiet, almost empty to be truthful. That was fine.

He let his feet lead him towards the training grounds. Then allowed himself to become visible again. His fingers were numb.

Few people looked at him as he passed them by, heading for the sim rooms. A hand caught his arm. He glanced back, catching Jihyo’s look with a frown.

“You should be more careful with that.” She murmured, her brows furrowing, “It hurts doesn’t it?” Minho frowned at her. What was she on about?

She smiled ruefully at him.

“I’ve seen you, or perhaps haven’t seen you would be a more fitting description in this regard. You need to be more careful. It may be a slight pain now, but it will get much worse if you’re not cautious.” Jihyo whispered, before tilting her head at him and taking in his confused expression. A moment passed before she frowned. “You don’t understand do you?”

Minho shook his head, looking at her blankly. She sighed, striding forwards and pulling him into one of the empty sim rooms nearby. The door locked with a click.

“Noona what are you..?” She shushed him quickly, holding a finger to her lips before vanishing. Minho froze, looking bewildered. What. The fuck?

She reappeared a moment later, a pained expression on her face as she rubbed her wrist. 

“Understand now?” His lips parted as he took a step back.

“I...Kinda? What…?” She let out a tired sigh.

“You really have no clue do you.” Minho shook his head. Pity filled Jihyo’s eyes, and Minho hated it. He’d seen that look far too many times.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled as she sighed again, watching Minho with that pitying look.

“No no, Don’t worry about it Minho, just… Be more cautious with that.” Her voice trailed off to a whisper as she placed a hand on his shoulder before taking a step back and opening the door to leave. Leaving Minho to wonder about what exactly he’d just been through.

His body hurt. Like someone had just taken a taser to his side, which… He supposed someone had. The boy with cat eyes he thought.

He wasn’t entirely sure how that boy had gotten behind him either. Right now it wasn’t important.

He was in a chair. White, no bindings and leant back far enough that he was practically lying down. The room around him was white also, a singular window gracing the wall behind him with a view into a fake sky. The room was empty, save for the chair-bed-thing, and a screen on a wall adjacent to the window displaying medical info.

There were two air vents (Far too small for him to crawl through he noted) and the window was probably a screen set into a wall with a backing of space of some description.

The door was locked, he’d checked that earlier when he’d first woken. There was no way to escape that the boy could think of, with his oh so scrambled brain, that wouldn’t result in him dying.

So he lay in the chair-bed-thing watching the medical screen with a bored expression.

It had info he already knew; his age, height, blood type weight and all that crap. But where the normal code the company used for him (Or the nickname he was often given) usually was, was instead an actual name. It was weird, to see something of than LFD900 on data.

Hell, he wasn’t even sure who Lee Felix was.

It was familiar somehow, but he didn’t have a clue how though. A lot of things had been like that recently.

The region of Elantra he’d been in, that had been familiar. Along with the group of boy’s, soldiers he supposed, (he didn’t care at this point.) that had captured him.

That was rather ironic really, running away from one company, just to get captured by another. The boy sighed, glancing at the door with a frown. He supposed being isolated inside a room was much better than being continually lied to by his superiors.

The door let out a beep rather suddenly before it slid open. He sat up straight, watching as a tired looking young man, the leader of the group from before, entered the room with a slight bow to someone outside. The man smiled at him a moment later.

“Hey. Been a while, hasn’t it Lix?” The boy tilted his head, staring blankly at the blonde man in front of him as he stared at him expectantly. The boy raised an eyebrow after a moment, expecting the man to carry on with an explanation or a sike. He frowned when nothing more was said, as instead, the man’s smile fell away.

“Felix?” There was that name again. The strangely familiar one, that he was sure meant something to someone, or to him. He just couldn’t place how.

“I don’t know who this Felix is. I think you have the wrong person.” He responded curtly. The man’s face fell again.

“But that’s…? Felix what, this joke isn’t funny.” The boy raised an eyebrow at the man’s insistence. It was honestly kind of pathetic.

“If I were joking you’d be able to tell. Whoever this Felix person is, they clearly mean a lot to you, but that’s not me.” The man’s face fell.

“Then… What’s your name?” The boy shrugged.

“Don’t have one. People just called me Freckles or Nines instead.” He didn’t explain why. He didn’t need to after all. The man frowned before glancing at the screen in front of Felix.

“I know you don’t think you’re Felix, but… We don’t manually fill those in. Those come from a database.” The boy squinted at him. This man was just trying to fuck with him, wasn’t he?

“So?” The man sighed at the boy’s insistence, motioning for him to follow the man as he opened the door again. The boy rose from the chair quickly.

They left the room into a dull corridor, setting off a sense of Deja vu as the boy looked around. He’d been here before? He couldn’t have been. The boy was lead maybe ten meters to another door, which opened at their approach.

Inside the second room was much the same as the one The boy had just been in, save…. The screen was empty. It didn’t change as they walked in, only offering out a DNA scanner from the base as the man approached it. He sighed, placing a hand on it and wincing.

The screen flickered for a moment before the display changed. Age, Height, blood type, all the usual stuff. The name labelling the info was Bang Chan. So at least the boy had a name to give the man now.

“See what I mean?” The boy furrowed his eyebrows, motioning for Bang Chan to move aside and give him a try. The man stepped aside with a shrug, as if he was saying ‘if you want’. The boy nodded to himself.

He’d prove Bang Chan wrong. He wasn’t Felix after all (He ignored the little voice in his head that asked him, what if?). With a deep breath, he placed his hand on the scanner, barely hissing when the machine took a sample of his flesh, as he watched the screen.

It flickered, then began to fill itself out. Age, height, blood type, weight and all. Then that name again. Lee Felix was back on the screen.

Fuck.

He took a step back from the screen, examining it with a frown.

“Do… You have any pictures of this Felix?” He asked Chan quietly, staring at the screen with a frown. Honestly, how the fuck is that even--

“Yea, of course.” there was a pause before an image appeared in the air before them, projected off Bang Chan’s database.

The picture featured a blonde haired boy, along with two black haired boys and a boy with red hair. The boy ignored the other people in the picture, focusing instead on the blonde boy.

He was laughing, clearly enjoying the moment, with an arm wrapped around the tallest of the boys as he seemed to struggle to stay upright. The picture only showed the boys from the waist up, and the detailing made it clear the picture was at least a year old.

The boy squinted, examining the picture with a frown. Why wouldn’t he? In the picture was an exact replica of his face after all.

Did that really mean that he was this Felix person? He didn’t want to find out but if he could…

The boy - No, Felix, he wanted to be this Felix - took a deep breath, nodding slowly.

“Alright. Alright. I’ll believe you.” Bang Chan’s face lit up with a bright smile, offering out a hand.

“Great! And now that we’ve made that clear. My name’s Chan, and it’s uh… Good to have you back Lix.” It was so very weird for him, even if this was strangely familiar, to be called an actual name.

He kind of liked it, wanted to keep it even.

Nines was gone, replaced by Felix. He would make sure of it.

“So what you’re telling me, if I’m hearing this right Chan, is that this boy is supposedly Felix?” Major Park Jinyoung asked as he massaged his fingers into his temples, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. Around the table sat a few other people, seeing as they related to the problem in some way.

Jaebum, Woojin and Youngjae sat to Chan’s left and on his right sat the medical experts of other teams; Wonpil, Mina, Yuna and the younger Jinyoung. Yuna was resting her head on the table, watching Chan with a blank look.

It reminded him that the girl was only 16 still.

“Yes. I checked twice with a med room Sir,” Major Park sighed.

“Well, congratulations for finding him, I suppose. The next problem is what we’re going to do with him.” Woojin raised his hand then, waiting until Major Park nodded at before he spoke.

“If possible, we could try to reintroduce him into his old life. According to the medical data, he has no trauma other than a severe case of amnesia. My hypothesis is that what is affecting him is something similar to what happened to Youngjae sunbaenim.” There was a quiet whimper from Youngjae as he stiffened, looking at Jaebum in worry.

Major park frowned, leaning forward to peer at both Woojin and Chan.

“Are you certain you and your team could handle it?” Chan paused before glancing at Jaebum, Youngjae and Jinyoung all in turn.

“I believe so Sir.” The Major frowned once more before nodding.

“Very well. If this goes badly you are aware that you’re responsible, no?” Chan and Woojin nodded, eliciting a sigh from the elder, “Fine. I’ll allow this. On the condition that you check in with Jaebum and the rest of his team weekly to keep track of his rehab.”

[chocolatecarstairs]

qoaad theories

 i’ve had these theories for so long but i never got around to sharing them. talk about doing stuff at the last minute! (minor spoilers if you haven’t read the leaked first 3 chapters of queen/tmi spoilers) 

also a disclaimer: i know that some people have gotten their copies early and might be able to confirm/deny these rumors, but i am not one of those people. these are all theories i’ve had written down and dated in a notebook for varying amounts of time. if you are one of the people who got their copies early (you lucky, lucky bastards) please, please, please don’t confirm or deny any of these theories or correct them or spoil anything about the book for me and everyone else who is still waiting for their copy. (at the end of this post i’ll explain how i’ll tag spoilers for those of you who wish to not see them to be able to block and avoid)

the parabatai curse has something to do with heavenly fire: basically jules and emma have both described burning sensations and extreme heat so many times in the series. (ex; emma always notes that julians skin feels hot to the touch, in lm the day after emma heals jules from the posion arrow he applies runes to her and she notices that they burn and sting which is the opposite of what is supposed to happen when your parabatai gives you runes) and in the leaked first three chapters after julian and emma almost frick-frack julian rushes off and looks at his parabatai rune in the mirror and its like glowing and has flecks in it? which is exactly how jace’s eye are describe in cohf when he still doesn’t have the heavenly fire under control and he loses control kissing clary in the alley. we’ve actually never really seen what the heavenly fire does longterm. clary traps the heavenly fire in the morgernstern sword just days after jace got it so it could reason that the heavenly fire drives people insane after a while because they’re not equipped to handle something so divine and powerful. it also could do it quicker to people who don’t have extra angel blood. i also think that this could have something to do with the snippet cassie released about emma’s marks (we all assumed it meant her marks disappeared but i have a feeling that’s not the case.). the snippet was entirely out of context and i think cassie posted it that way on purpose. she wanted us to believe that emma’s marks had disappeared but maybe they were actually glowing like julian’s parabatai mark had been (which could be one of the physical changes cassie mentioned.) and this is how the curse and the heavenly fire will take affect.

diego is going to die: i hate to even type this one out bc over the course of the series i’ve actually grown to like diego as a character, but i think he’s going to die in qooad. jaime will (presumably) be living in la for twp as he is an important character in that series, and i don’t think he’d leave the mexico institute if he hadn’t experienced some great tragedy that made it too painful for him to stay. i know that’s a stretch, but it isn’t my only reason for thinking perfect diego is kicking the bucket. he is currently in a marriage contract w zara and i don’t see the dearborns letting him out of it that easily. even if he can’t give them the heirloom i could see zara and horace forcing him to marry into the family as punishment and as security that if the heirloom ever does turn up zara will be able to use it to invade faerie. not to mention, he is harboring kieran at the sholomance which at the very least would be frowned upon by the clave and considered abominable by the cohort, but it also quite probably illegal. with horace as the new inquisitor and the mortal sword out of commision the cohort will probably spin a tale of treason and faerie-sympathizing on the part of diego and his friends that helped him hide away kieran. this will probably make him a target for everyone in the cohort. not to mention i feel like his storyline will wrap up at some point in qoaad and i could even see him dying in some way to save cristina and repay this debt he feels he owes her for breaking her heart (not to mention he is obviously still in love with her.).

we’re not going to see too much of ty actually mourning, but what we do see is gonna be heart-wrenching: we all know ty is going to try to use necromancy to bring livvy back from the dead (which was one of my earlier theories about qooad) and that the only reason ty isn’t a mess over her death is because he thinks she’ll be back with him soon enough. obviously, almost none of us believe this is going to work and we’re fully prepared for livvy to stay dead. i don’t think ty is going to realize that there is no way to bring her back until way later if not the very end of the book and watching him come to that realization is going to be an incredibly emotional experience for not just us as readers, but for kit and dru, and especially for ty himself. livvy and ty had a bond that i think was even closer than the parabatai bond and so watching him go through the stages of grief and finally accept the fact that his twin and partner and best friend (who as it had been mentioned before he has literally never gone without her a day in his life and has never been in a world she wasn’t in) is dead is going to be one of the most tragic losses/parts of not just the dark artifices but the entire shadowhunter chronicles.

zara dies, horace lives: kind of a simple theory but i’m 50/50 about zara making it out of this series alive. i have nothing to base this on but a gut feeling. i just really feel like one of the dearborns is going to die and think it would be a better death if it was zara. it’s kind of dark and twisted but zara dying would be an amazing cosmic punishment for horace. he would be going on in a world where the only person he had in life (it’s been mentioned his wife is dead and so far they haven’t mentioned any other family) is gone. 

the cohort isn’t going anywhere just yet: in fact, i think whatever happens in qoaad will just give them more power. livia’s watch will (hopefully) give them a run for their money, but at the end of the day i don’t see them being disbanded or falling apart. cassie has even said that at the end of the book things will be “not great for a lot of people”. i think she meant downworlders and non-racist nephilim. people like alec, jocelyn, and aline (and presumably cristina and diana) who have fallen in love with and been involved in serious relationships with downworlders or part downworlders. people like helen, mark, and kit who have downworlder/faerie blood. and finally for allies to the nephilim like maia, lily, magnus, luke, kieran, gwyn and so on who will likely bear the brunt of whatever the cohort has planned.

ragnor fell is shade: not a very original or well thought out theory. just the only person i can think of that we’ve seen before who is green and could possibly have a relationship with church. (he was very good friends with magnus in basically every series of tsc. church was taken care of by magnus for some time after jem became a silent brother which could explain how he and ragnor would know each other.)

kieran is heading back to faerie: i wanna see the hot faerie threesome last just as much if not more than everyone else out there but i have a feeling it’ll be a one and done type of thing. i see kieran either heading back to the unseelie court as king or a prince (hopefully the unseelie king dies) or being reclaimed into the wild hunt. if adaon takes the kings place i think he would welcome kieran back into the court as a prince and kieran would have some sort of gentry responsibility. if kieran is king then as it's been stated before “a king of faerie can have no human consort.” cassie even replied with that quote to a since-deleted tweet that i believe was about keirark or kieraktina. if kieran isn’t brought back to the unseelie court and the unseelie king dies gwyn will probably take kieran back into the hunt. the only reason kieran isn’t with them right now is bc the unseelie king wants him dead, so it stands to reason that, if the king is dead and the courts don’t claim kieran, gwyn will take him back to the wild hunt.

julian will sever the parabatai bonds (parabatai theory #1): we already know that the parabatai curse will be resolved “one way or the other” and right now the only substantial and viable option we’ve been given (besides jules or emma dying which is a fat NOPE) is the severing of all parabatai bonds using the black volume. it’s been heavily hinted at, if not flat-out stated, that julian is more than willing to sever the bonds if it means keeping emma and his family safe. julian and emma will be sent on a quest to faerie seemingly to retrieve the black volume and return it to horace/ the clave. according to one of the snippets, they apparently bring it to the seelie queen and she will only tell julian how to break the bonds. i personally don’t think cassie would have done it this way if julian was just going to tell emma right after. either she won't want to know or he’ll refuse to tell her, so i don't think she’ll even be able to break the parabatai bond. (unless they have to do it together which would be super cool) and i’ve mentioned it before, but cassie has said that the shadowhunter world will be changed forever in and leading up to twp and that the storyline would deal with how the protagonists and other characters adapt to those changes. i really feel like one of those changes could be the breaking of the parabatai bonds.

cortana is the key to breaking emma and julian’s parabatai bond (parabatai theory #2):  throughout the series, there have been multiple references made to the fact that cortana can cut through anything (ex; using cortana emma killed a rider of manaan which was previously thought to be impossible, emma also destroyed the mortal sword in combat using cortana). if cortana can truly cut anything then surely it should be able to cut the bond between emma and julian. i don’t know exactly how that would work, but this could also tie in with the severing of all parabatai bonds. maybe you need a blade made by wayland the smith to severe them. anything is possible.

that’s basically it on my theories for qoaad. i don’t know if any of them will come true, but i had a lot of fun theorizing over the past year and a half while i waited for queen. in the past couple weeks i’ve reread cohf, lady midnight, and lord of shadows in preparation for queen of air and darkness, so i only posted the theories i thought were relevant or most likely based on the proof i had from those previous books. maybe once i’m done with queen i’ll make a separate post of all the theories i had that were correct or partially correct.

since queen comes out tomorrow (technically today since it’s 5 AM) i wanted to make this long overdue announcement. i know i don't have a ton of followers (100 as of just recently!! thank you guys sm!), but many of you guys are tda or shadowhunter fans, so from now until sometime in january (likely january 4, but possibly later as i know some people will be getting the book for christmas) i will be tagging nearly all queen of air and darkness posts with the tags #qoaadspoilers, #qoaad spoilers, #queen of air and darkness spoilers (with the exception of things we already know like stuff from snippets or non-spoilery pictures). if you don’t wish to see any spoilers from me you can block these tags. that way posts tagged as such won’t show up on your news feed. i know a lot of other blogs are doing the same, so it’s a pretty great way to block spoilers all across the board (even cassie recommended it)! if any of you want to know anything specific about the book feel free to pm me, i've literally been talking about this book for weeks so once i know what its actually about i’ll be more than happy to rant about it with any of you!

[theroundeviloftable]

Park Ranger

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Soulmate AU

Summary: Y/N and Namjoon live in a soulmate universe where they receive the same injuries that the other does; for example, if one soulmate were to cut their finger, the other would receive the same cut spontaneously a few seconds later, without the initial pain but still with the blood/other physical effects.  You can imagine how well this would go for a pair of soulmates where one is just naturally clumsy, and the other works as a tree-climbing obsessed park ranger.

Word Count: 2,391

A/N: so this AU is something I wrote for a different pairing a while ago (its not my AU originally, but I lost the original post I got the AU idea from), but I thought that it would just fit Joon so damn well, so I decided to create this...whatever it is. As always, this has not been proofread at ALL lmao so go easy on me.  (Also I know I’ve been MIA for quite some time now...ha ha..don’t @ me bc I will fight)

Enjoy my lovelies!

“Y/N, I think you’re bleeding again...?”

You turned to your left to see your shift partner pointing at your forehead with a questioning look in her eyes.  You huffed out a tiny breath and brought your fingers to your forehead, feeling around until you felt moisture right above your left eyebrow.  You pulled your fingers away and, sure enough, they were coated with a thin layer of dark red blood.  Letting out another, albeit louder, huff, you turned away from your coworker and headed towards the first aid kit.

“You need some help?” She yelled at your retreating figure, but you replied back with a strong “NO”, and continued your 4th trip to the bathroom that day (only one of which had been to actually USE the bathroom), first aid kit in one hand and an ever-growing distaste for your “soulmate” in the other.  You hadn’t even been outside at all that day, hadn’t climbed a single tree, hadn’t given a single nature tour to a visiting elementary school group, and yet you already had a shallow cut on your forearm, a bruise on your calf, and now another cut above your eyebrow.

You hoped your soulmate was either a doctor or a tattoo artist because you were going to need some way to cover up all the scars he was responsible for.

~~~~~~~

Namjoon had one of the worst headaches in his life, and all because of his friend, Seokjin.  

He was visiting said friend at work, the pair choosing to take a walk around the hospital grounds while Seokjin was on a rare break, and everything was going fine, until the pole.  Namjoon had walked face-first into a steel pole, all because Seokjin had failed to warn him it was coming.

“Joon, I told you, I was looking the other way!  I swear, I didn’t see the pole, otherwise I would’ve said something and-”

“Jin, please just be quiet.” Namjoon was crouching and had one hand pressed over his left eye that had taken the brunt of the collision with the pole, his head pounding and Jin’s voice bouncing around in his skull doing nothing but amplifying the pain.  Seokjin mimicked Namjoon’s position, grabbing his friend’s wrist and slowly pulling his hand away from his eye only to discover that-

“Joon!  You’re bleeding!  My goodness, how hard does someone have to smack a pole with their face for the skin to break?”

Seokjin began rifling through the pockets of his lab coat to find a bandage, meanwhile Namjoon was groaning and cursing himself for his stupidity.  “Jin, my soulmate is gonna kill me!  This is the third time today that I’ve hurt myself, honestly I think this is the start of a personal record-breaking day for me.”

The doctor simply chuckled as he peeled the protective backing from an adhesive bandage, pressing it lightly over the cut on Namjoon’s forehead after wiping it with an antiseptic cloth.  “Just, when you meet her, make sure you bring her in to see me first thing, yeah?”

Namjoon looked up at Seokjin with confusion written all over his face, the expression making the bandage over his left eyebrow crinkle worryingly.  Jin just chuckled again, and tried to clear up his friend’s confusion.  “I meant to bring her so that I can work on patching up all those scars she probably has from your clumsy ass.”

“Hey! I’m not that clumsy...”  Namjoon rises back to standing straight, but keeps his eyes trained sheepishly on the ground, and Seokjin just joins him standing, laughing brightly and flinging an arm around his friend’s shoulders to usher him forward on their continuing stroll.

Namjoon smiles devilishly and stops rubbing at his bandaged forehead for a moment.  “At least I don’t sound like a broken windshield wiper when I laugh.”

Seokjin punches him in the shoulder, hard.

“Jin!! C’mon, I think that left another bruise!”

~~~~~~~

“Y/N, can you take this group out for me?!  The supervisor over at the RV station called and said he needed an extra hand over there.”  

You stopped your shift partner with your hands on her shoulders, and looked deep into her eyes while you smiled softly.  She was obviously panicking, and you wanted to try and calm her down a bit before she had to drive a four-wheeler over to the RV station further in the forest.  “Emily, Em, hey look at me for a sec.”

You saw her eyes focus on yours and hold the contact, so you began speaking once more.  “I’ll take care of this group, and the rest of the groups for today, so don’t worry about it, okay?  Everything will be fine.”

“But, Y/N, your shift is scheduled to end in like, 30 minutes and there are still 3 groups left for tours today and I can make it back for those I just really need help for this one-”

You held up a finger and Emily immediately closed her mouth, following your instructions for her to breathe in a out a few times.  You continued to assure her you would take the remaining tour groups out for their nature walks, and Emily was in a much better state of mind as you watched her strap on a helmet and begin her ride to the other park station.

You took a deep breath and patted your hands on the sides of your khaki cargo shorts, scraping off invisible dust, before turning on your heel and exiting the back room of the nature center.  Out in the arrival area of the center, you could see the beginnings of a group of school kids, one by one piling off the yellow school bus and practically vibrating with their excitement to go on a hike.  The sight brought a small smile to your lips, and you took a moment to grab your ranger hat and re-tie your boot laces before heading out front to greet the school group.

Little to say, that day of tours ended with a slightly twisted ankle (on both you and your soulmate) that resulted from having to stop a kid from slipping off a rock while he was playing in a creek,  multiple cameras that held pictures of the “daring park ranger” who had climbed a tree to save a baby squirrel, and a mess of tiny, stinging cuts on your face from climbing said tree that had Namjoon yelling in pain when he went to wash his own face later that night.

~~~~~~~

It had been 2 days since you had received any secondhand bruises, cuts, or scrapes from your soulmate, and you were honestly starting to get a little worried.  He usually gave you at least one bruise or bump a day, whether it be a stubbed toe or a certain tender spot on the hip that only comes from impact with a table corner.  You were secretly hoping (and this might make you sound a little crazy) for any sort of small pain just to let you know that your soulmate was still alive and out there somewhere.

Finishing tying your hair into a ponytail and brushing your teeth, you slipped on your ranger hat and boots again, prepping to go in for another rewarding, if not tiring, work day.  Your stomach grumbled quietly, and you humored it by grabbing an apple from the bowl on the counter on your way out to your car, keys in hand and backpack slung over one shoulder.  The apple was already halfway gone by the time you were in the driver’s seat with a hand on the wheel, ready to depart.

You felt something dripping on the arm that was currently holding the apple up to your waiting mouth, and you silently prayed to yourself that the wetness was from leaking juice.  You shut your eyes, breathed in deep, and opened them to face whatever reality existed.

You were sure you had been eating a green apple, but the whole upper half was stained red from blood that was currently pouring from a large gash in the center of your hand.

“Shit.”

Your hand shot off the steering wheel and reached over to your bag, groping blindly for any sort of cloth to bind your hand in temporarily while you drove yourself to the hospital.  You were sure you needed stitches, and just hoped that the cut wouldn’t hinder any possible, near-future tree climbing opportunities.

~~~~~~~

“Joon?  We weren’t supposed to meet today, why are you...oh.”

Seokjin simply raised one eyebrow, unamused, as he surveyed a very sheepish Namjoon with a sock wrapped right around the middle of his left hand.  The once white sock was now stained bright red, clearly from something the boy had managed to get himself into once again.  Jin had to stop himself from sighing before he motioned to Namjoon to follow him back to the section for emergency patients.  He pointed to a clean bed, and Namjoon obediently sat while he waited for Jin to return with what he needed to assess and fix Namjoon’s wound.

However, not even a moment later, a woman was being led to the bed directly next to Namjoon’s, and he craned his neck in curiosity to see what was wrong with her, as she seemed perfectly healthy.  It was then that he noticed she was also cradling her left hand to her chest, with what looked to be a bright orange safety vest wrapped carefully around the middle of it.  Namjoon was just beginning to notice the clear start of blood seeping over the portions of cloth that were not clutched in the woman’s fist when she turned around from talking to the nurse to sit on her assigned bed.

It was as though Namjoon experienced the moments after while submerged in a jar of honey, everything looking slow and golden.  Their eyes met as he looked up from her hand, and he swore he could feel a rush of strong emotion go straight to his heart, squeezing it in a vice.  The sound of her voice was muted when she started to speak, but he watched as her eyes flitted to his own sock-clad hand, and then returned to holding his gaze as her eyebrows furrowed in obvious understanding and annoyance. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?”  Namjoon visibly shook himself out of whatever sort of moment his brain decided to have just then, and looked at the girl with wide eyes.  The expression was so comical and endearing that you had to stop yourself from cracking a smile and laughing a bit.

“I asked, how did you get that cut?”

Again, you bit back a laugh as the man before you (who you realized was most likely your soulmate) donned an equally expressive face, this time conveying his embarrassment at having to tell his possible soulmate how he managed to slice open his palm.

“I uh...I, well...”  He cleared his throat and adjusted the collar of the button up shirt he was wearing, even though the top two buttons were undone and were nowhere near tight around his neck.  “I was..attempting to cut the tag off of a new pair of sunglasses I had just gotten in the mail, and it seems as though I wasn’t meant to use a pair of scissors.”

At that remark, you couldn’t hold in your laughter anymore, and it flowed freely from your lips as you rocked back a little and rested the non-injured hand over your abdomen.  Namjoon thought to himself that he had never heard your laugh before, but it was already a sound he wanted to keep on repeat for the rest of his life.

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“So now I know why I have so many little cuts all over my hands and face all the time!”

You turned to glare down at Namjoon, who was currently pointing up at you accusingly as you continued to climb up a rather tall pine tree.  He withered under your glare, and you smirked at the fact that he knew he had caused you just as many injuries, simply because he was a clumsy fucker.  At least your injuries were warranted by your job.

He huffed out an indignant breath, and crossed his arms over his chest.  “This is just great, my soulmate is goddamn George of the Jungle, and I’m her clumsy ape of a sidekick.”

“You what, mate?”  You looked down at Namjoon again as you reached out your hand for a squirrel to jump on your arm (it gladly took the invitation and clambered onto your shoulder without a second thought), and soon there were two pairs of eyes staring down at Namjoon questioningly.

His jaw was almost on the floor when he saw the squirrel on your shoulder.  He threw his hands up in exasperation, and began walking away from the tree.  “That’s it, I’m done with this.”

You just laughed and expertly navigated the tree branches until you were safely back on the ground, placing the squirrel down and waving at it as it scurried back into a bush.

You called out to Namjoon, who was currently about a yard away from the tree.  “Hey, wait up, Joonie, you’ll get yourself into trouble somehow without me there to watch you!”

He turned quickly with a goofy grin on his face, one that he couldn’t stop from spreading at your use of his favorite nickname, and replied, “I’ll be perfectly fine, don’t you worry!  I’m not that much of a klutz that I can’t walk a simple hiking trail without-gah!”

Your hand shot out immediately to catch Namjoon’s own to stop him from falling completely on his face.  He had tripped.  On a stick.  It wasn’t even rooted into the ground, just a plain stick lying in the middle of the path.

He looked up at you in mock horror as he saw the self-assured smirk gracing your lips already.

“Aw Joonie, you didn’t need to go through all this trouble to show how much you’re falling for me.”

“Shut up, you’ve been hanging around with Jin too much lately.  Your jokes are terrible.”

You simply giggled softly under your breath as you tugged Namjoon into your waiting arms, planting a kiss on the side of his jaw and laughing louder when you saw the tips of his ears turn red.

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hi @chocolatecarstairs came up with these post-CHOG questions and i really want to answer them because im sad that im finished reading it :((

MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW

what was your favorite part, 1 or 2?

Honestly I loved both parts, but I’d say I loved part two just a little bit more for the time that James wasn’t under the curse anymore and LOVED Cordelia

which scene in the book was your favorite?

EVERY scene that had Matthew and James being wholesome parabatai in it!!! my favourite chapter in this book was Blue Ruin, the one after Grace takes the bracelet back from James  (aside from the whispering room ofc).

what scene (or scenes) made you cry the most?

ok ngl i didnt spend much of this book crying, but the only scene that actually made me tear up was when james was dying and matthew could feel it and jesse (WHO I FUCKING LOVED MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD) gave him his last breath :(((((

what scenes were unsatisfactory?

there were not enough Christopher scenes (but to be fair, even if the entire book was just Christopher it still wouldnt be enough for me)

but fr, i cant think of any off the top of my head but i’ll edit this if i do later

what made you laugh the most?

matthew!! james!! thomas!! christopher!! also some of the things Jesse said

what bored you?

this wasn’t boring, but the whole charles/alastair plot line didn’t have me very invested. I did love the alastair/ cordelia scenes tho, so it was just charles that was the problem

also no offense to james bc he was my first actual fictional crush after reading TMH/NBS but like whenever he talked about being in grace i would literally zone out lol the bracelet curse makes him so boring but whenever he isnt in the curse/ is with someone who is NOT grace i just!! love him!!

what disappointed you?

cassie honestly had me kinda shipping matthew/cordelia for a solid FIVE SECONDS there when he stepped in to dance with her after james left her standing there, but that was one of the only scenes that made me feel like they had natural chemistry (along with the scene where he drops her off at her house). I felt like the during the rest of their interactions in the book, cordelia was kind of uncomfortable, which made me really sad because even tho she has every right to feel that way, i felt bad for matthew. I kind of want him to fall for someone else completely and for it to be reciprocated. also, i just really want for matthew and cordelia to become good friends because i feel like they could have such great natural chemistry if matthew didnt love her.

what is the top thing you wish had been done differently?

see above.

what things did you predict that came true?

JAMES BURNING DOWN BLACKTHORN MANOR I FUCKING SAID HE WOULD DO IT TWO FUCKING YEARS AGO IF YALL WANT ME TO LINK THE THEORY LMK

what are some things that were really unexpected?

ok there’s quite a few things here so bear w me babes:

- James genuinely loving cordelia from the start. I wasn’t expecting him to naturally feel nothing for grace at all, so i was expecting a slow burn jordelia, but finding out that he actually loves her makes me so happy but the end where cordelia thinks he was just pretending breaks my heart :(((

-matthew liking cordelia lol definitely was not expecting another parabatai love triangle but i hope it doesnt last. i do think it adds to the plot and i love it, it just hurts to see matthew so emo :(((

-I was expecting to like cordelia as a character, but i ended up LOVING her so fucking much???? she’s so three dimensional to me, and it’s interesting to see how her personality adapts around different characters as people adapt around different social circles irl

-liking jesse as much as i did

-ok so james’ entire character was a surprise to me. it’s so fascinating to see how the bracelet actually affected his personality.If you recall him in The Midnight Heir from TBC. he’s like an entirely different person. i still loved him in TMH but i went into CHOG thinking that if he was gonna be like that the entire time i’d probably get over him really quickly. i was pleasantly surprised by how much i ended up loving him even more tho

-i didn’t expect oliver hayward to die and im going to stay emo about it

- Christopher is so much more clear headed than he was made out to be prior?? like there were so many scenes where he was fully there and when he defended anna to alastair i just kfdsnfkld i love him

are there characters that you didn’t like before that you like now?

yikes umm... Alastair, maybe? he’s somewhat okay to me now, I dont dislike him as much as I used to. ooh and Hypatia Vex. the only scene i remember liking her in QOAAD was when she helped out kit, ty and dru (me, going a whole TSC post without somehow mentioning kit? not possible)

are there characters that you liked before that you don’t like now?

I started CHOG ready to give Grace the benefit of the doubt, and I was surprised by how timid and shy she seemed at the start, but it was interesting to see how it was all an act and how she doesn’t have an actual personality yet. one could argue that she actually does love james, but i doubt it at this point. i dont hate her yet, even tho she IS fucking up james’ life, but she’s on thin fucking ice.

who was your favorite new character?

does new character mean completely new or just never been in a novella new? because for the first, it would be Cordelia (i LOVE her sm!!) and other wise it would be james, matthew and co. also!!! jesse!!

what places in the book would you like to visit?

that hell dimension sounds pretty lit ngl

did you like the ending?

ok so. we KNOW that jordelia is gonna be endgame. cassandra clare always takes the hardest path to get there, but when has she not delivered? it’s just a matter of waiting. so, yes, i did like the ending in sense of the plot because it was a great twist, but i also feel really bad for all of them even tho ik they’re eventually gonna be together :(((

what did you think of the epilogue?

i wasnt surprised, since we alr know that Tatiana is shady asf, but i just really wanna know how she partnered up with a GREATER demon like lol wtf. again, im really happy in terms of plot with this

what are your thoughts on the engagement?

i feel so. fucking bad. for cordelia. and james too, even tho he’s under the bracelet’s curse so he doesnt even KNOW he’s being manipulated. but i love how even through the curse, james still loves cordelia in his own way.

what did you want to see that didn’t happen?

matthew getting therapy periodt

umm honestly i just want more “merry thieves” content like i just love. all of them.

what do you wish had been resolved that wasn’t?

i really want matthew to tell james or cordelia what happened because i just need him to be loved and supported lol i want to give him a hug. 

what is your favorite pairing as of now?

jordelia!!! and lucie and jesse are kind cute rn, and i like them if theyre gonna be pining after eachother but i feel like if they actually get together i wont like the relationship as much.

which characters would you like to see more of in the next book?

CHRISTOPHER CHRISTOPHER CHRISTOPHER 

ANNA!!! i lovED reading about her she’s so badass

matthew!! jesse!! also i wanna see more of those bitchy girls lol just so we can see anna or cordelia tell them to stfu

what is one character whose death you would undo if you could?

ok i know that jesse is still very much a conscious character despite being dead but like,,, i want him to be the way he was before and also i want him to come back to life

and barbara!! she seemed so sweet 

which characters got bad/unsatisfactory endings?

ummm barbara? i cant really say much on this yet bc its still only the first book and when has the first book ever ended up with anyone being happy.

oh but also can we sign a petition to make cassie let matthew actually survive the series because my heart aches just at the THOUGHT of eventually having to read a scene where he dies

which characters got what they deserved?

literally. none of them yet. :(

who should have died but didn’t?

Tatiana lol also lowkey charles but i also feel pity him to an extent 

what plotline are you most excited to see in the next book?

okay the entire jesse plot has me hooked because i LOVE his character. also i love the bracelet plot but its making me MAD because i just want james to be happy but

what is one scene that you wish hadn’t happened, but you know was unavoidable?

THE ONE WHERE GRACE PUTS THE BRACELET BACK ON JAMES. i mean obv there was no way he was completely done with grace, but i literally got so sad at that part like why HIM of all people smfh let him be happy

which pairing do you like the least?

alastair x charles, grace x james, lucie x matthew bc neither of them actually like either imo lol

what are some theories you have for chain of iron?

- not necessarily for COI but i think matthew is gonna get exiled and turned into made into a mundane

- the bracelet will break (?)

- jesse will come back to life (like actual life) at the end of the book

-grace is gonna do something to help the main characters, making it hard for us to hate her.

what characters do you think should have gotten more plot time?

lol are yall gonna hate me if i say christopher again (also anna)

anyways this was really fun!!!!! PLEASE ASK ME STUFF ABOUT MY OPINIONS AND STUFF OR JUST SAY ANYTHING ABT THE BOOK BC IM DESPERATE TO TALK TO PPL ABOUT IT