#but man i want that whiplash of someone meeting this charming angel of a man that lights up the room

[kxllerblond]

The Br*ce Wayneification of Clark where he has this playboy, batting his pretty lashes, charismatic persona and then once he gets you and gets what he wants-—he's this insufferable, monotone, dismissive bastard who looks at you like you're the gum on the bottom of his shoe kdjhgbdkg. i hate him!!!!

[house-of-cakes]

Jamais Vu

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Word count: 1739

Warnings: Swearing, an over confident douchebag and Y/N and JK are major teases Premise: “There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger… Nothing is ever familiar” – Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

AKA Jungkook goes in search of the girl who got him expelled.

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A large group of excitable females crowded one end of the bar as the man behind it took two bottles and spun it around with dramatic flare before pouring a generous amount of alcohol into a shaker. Squeals of delight erupted from the crowd as he threw a handful of ice cubes into the air and successfully caught them all behind his back. He finished off the flashy routine by placing the shaker top back on the canister and entertain his audience one final time by dancing in body rolls while he shook up his concoction.

“Who’s thirsty?” He yelled out and in an instant the females grew feral with enthusiasm as they pushed and shoved each other, trying to be the first person to gain his attention.

Y/N observed the scene from the other side of the bar as she waited for her turn to be served. A girl with fire engine red hair managed to wrestle her competitors off and secured the position at the front of the bar.  She patiently stood before him, hoping her pleading eyes was enough for him to convince him to invite her for a drink.

Y/N’s nose crinkled in distaste. While she didn’t know the red head by name (she went by the name Red), she had seen the girl around the Basement and knew enough to know she deserved better than him.  

“I’m absolutely parched.” Her tone was slow and drawn out in attempts to sound sultry.

Y/N couldn’t contain the fake gagging noise she made. In her eyes the scenario was completely cringeworthy…maybe Red did deserve him.

‘I wouldn’t be caught dead chasing a guy like BeatBox Jae.’ She thought to herself.

Unfortunately, the sound she had made was loud enough to catch Jae’s attention.

An overwhelming amount of excitement welled in his chest when he realised he had the Kim Y/N in his sights. He turned his attention back to Red and gave her the most charming smile as he could muster as he made another big show of slowly pouring out two drinks.

“Sorry, bar’s closed.” He said with no hint of remorse then picked up the drinks and made his way over to Y/N, leaving the humiliation to sink in with poor Red.

“Here.” Jae said as he set the frosty martini glass in front of Y/N “I made you a drink, Beautiful.”

Y/N scoffed in his face and pushed the drink to the side, her blatant act of rejection did not even damper his mood.

“You’re an asshole you know, right? I can’t believe you did that to her!”

Jae nonchalantly shrugged off the comment as he took a sip from his drink. He didn’t care about the feelings or problems of others…if he wanted something, he knew that as the Maknae of The Basement Boys there wasn’t much that was unattainable by him. With a face that looked like it was carved by angels and an ego that was extensively fed his adoring fans of guys and girls…Jae was a lethal combination of charisma and arrogance.

It was exactly this attitude that repelled Y/N from him. “Don’t be like, Beautiful…let me take you out on a date and show you how much I like you.” “Oh really?” Y/N leant forward so that elbows were resting on the bar and cupped her face in her hands, making sure to looked up at him from under her long lashes with a cute pout. “Tell me three things you like.”  

Y/N was never discreet about her dislike towards Jae which only made him want her more. The fact that she was now showing genuine interest, made Jae feel like he was finally getting a head in a race he was lagging in.

“That’s easy… You’re hot as hell.” He said with enthusiasm and raised his hand so he could count the reasons as he listed them off “…cute too and the most gorgeous thing in the world.” He grinned proudly to himself, feeling satisfied that he answered the question well.

“Is that all?” “You only asked for three…did you want me to say super sexy too?” His response was smug

Y/N had to force a smile to hide her grimace. Of course the only traits he favoured were those of her appearance. She knew better than to ask those kinds of questions, especially to someone like Jae but once in a while she had the unstoppable urge to remind herself that men were trash.

“Sorry I don’t date guys who fuck around while they have girlfriends.” Y/N pulled herself of the bar and broke the illusion of interest she had Jae under. Though her abrupt change of attuite was enough to give him whiplash he was able to recover quickly.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, Beautiful.” “That’s not how I see it.” The tension grew thick in the air as they stared each other down.

For regulars of The Basement, it was common knowledge that Jae was one to sleep around. However, with her sharp observation skills as The Shopkeeper, Y/N was able to piece together his hidden shame. From what she could piece together it seemed that only the members of The Basement Boys were aware of this convoluted secret and the matter was kept within the crew.

“Don’t be silly Beautiful.” Jae was the first to speak, breaking the tension by playfully ruffling her hair and returning back to his same jovial self “Besides if anyone has to worry about significant others it should be me…your boyfriend has been giving us death glares.” “What?” Y/N asked trying to figure out who in the world he was talking about. Nods his head in the direction behind her before revealing who he is talking about. “SeokJin’s big buff cousin over there.” she turned around spotted a Jungkook looking disgruntled standing a few people back in the line for the bar. Their eyes met briefly before he turned the other way, pretending he wasn’t watching Y/N. “That’s not my boyfriend.” she said rolling her eyes “He’s just angry because he’s a sore loser.” “Thank God.” Jae exclaims as he clutches his chest overdramatically “I thought I had competition for a second.” “You don’t have to worry about that.” Y/N reassures him with a smirk “You actually act to be in the race to have competition.” She cheekily blows him a kiss and leaves him, no longer interested in getting a drink.

Y/N was well aware of the type of person Jae was, so never in a million years would she fall victim to his charms. If anything, she found it enjoyable to shut him down.

‘That should take him down a notch.’ She thought to herself

Jungkook was still facing away from Y/N as she drew closer to passing him on her way back to the balcony, she had every intention to walk by and ignore his existence and yet she had the unstoppable desire to mess with him too. Still high off her interaction with Jae, her body moved on its own accord and before she knew it her body was crashing into his as she purposely tripped herself. As if on instinct Jungkook was quick to wrap his arms around her to prevent her from falling.

“If you wanted me in your arms, all you had to do was ask…there’s not need to trip me over” Jungkook’s eyes widen at her accusation which caused her to chuckle. His arms dropped from around her and he stepped back to create space between them “I don’t blame you though…I am pretty irresistible in my new shirt.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He spat out in disgust “I don’t want anything to do with you, especially after I saw you help humiliate that red headed girl.” “Um…Sorry what?” Y/N’s mouth hung open in disbelief, he didn’t really believe she had anything to do with that? “Don’t act like you weren’t involved in that. I bet you couldn’t handle not being the center of attention for once, that’s why you called that bartender over to you.” “Excuse you? I’m not sure what you saw there but you must really have your head up your ass if you think that I had anything to do with that.” “Oh pah-lease!” Jungkook’s arms were crossed defensively “You might have everyone fooled but I see you for who you are… you’re nothing more than a spoilt princess!”

‘A spoilt princess?’

That comment really struck a nerve with Y/N. She had been called many unfavourable things in her lifetime and she had never been offended because to some degree the things they said were true so it never bothered her…she felt there was no point in getting upset with the truth, she accepted every aspect of herself - whether it be good or bad. However to be called a princess and a spoilt princess at that really pushed all the wrong buttons within her.

Y/N refused to conform to her mother’s notions of the importance of beauty and the concept of using her physical attributes to have things handed to her. Y/N valued independence, intelligence and hard work…to have this stranger discredit her like that was deeply insulting to her.

“Look here you jerkfaced asshole.” Y/N’s eyes narrowed as she scowled up at the tall male towering above her. “Maybe if you were a better competitor, you’d be able to win once in a while and then you wouldn’t have to take your passive aggression out on me.”

Jungkook couldn’t hide the grin that had taken over his face, even when Y/N was losing against him she had always managed to keep her emotions in check. This is the first time he had seen her flustered and openly frustrated…He enjoyed seeing her lose her composure.

“Whatever you say…” Jungkook closed the distance between them so that he could lean closer to her “…Princess” 

Y/N stiffened when she heard his smooth husky voice whisper in her ear, stirring an unfamiliar feeling of anticipation and delight within her. Those feelings quickly turned to repulsion when her brain had finally caught up to her and realised who she had been talking to. She let out a sound of disgust and pushed him away from her.

“Go fuck yourself, Asshole!” she spat before turning to leave him.

Jungkook watched Y/N storm off as he buzzing with satisfaction of knowing he had be the one to get under her skin for once.

[volturicangetit]

Volturicangetit MASTERLIST

Wordcount:

🦅 - <500

🦋 - <1000 

🐍 - <1500

🐝 - <2000

🐢 - >2000

last update: 26-08-2020

!! newest fic !!

CULLENS:

JASPER:

🦋 Not alone- ANGST Jasper’s journey to self control isn’t one full of light. But it’s not a journey he has to travel alone, he has you now.

🦋 Cold skin and hissing- FLUFF Cuddling with Jasper is always nice, but it has one downside; his cold skin.

🐍 Little witch- FLUFF You accidentally cursed Caius and are now on the run from the Volturi. Luckily, you meet Jasper in the woods and he offers you a place to stay.

ALICE:

🐍 Used to this- FLUFF You are picked on by other students. Alice plans to stop that and invites you to sit with her for lunch.

EMMETT:

🐢 Loved at last- ANGST/FLUFF After getting rejected by your imprints, Emmett and Rosalie, you needed a fresh start. So you go to Italy where you meet two interesting vampires. Maybe they can show you what’s it’s like to be loved.

PART TWO 🐝 Happy with someone else- FLUFF Alice gets a vision about you and the Volturi. Luckily it’s a good one, but Emmett and Rosalie still aren’t happy.

ROSALIE:

🐢 Loved at last- ANGST/FLUFF After getting rejected by your imprints, Emmett and Rosalie, you needed a fresh start. So you go to Italy where you meet two interesting vampires. Maybe they can show you what’s it’s like to be loved.

PART TWO 🐝 Happy with someone else- FLUFF Alice gets a vision about you and the Volturi. Luckily it’s a good one, but Emmett and Rosalie still aren’t happy.

VOLTURI:

DEMITRI:

🐝 Mates- FLUFF The reader is a human friend of the Cullens who gets taken by the volturi because they’re Demitri’s mate.

🦋 Don’t fall in love - ANGST You knew that falling in love with Demitri was dangerous, he also knows that. So he lashes out at you when you confess your feelings.

HEADCANON human mate

🐍 Giftless- ANGST You hear Demitri say some things about you that make you doubt your friendship with him. 

🦅 Soft moments- FLUFF You are Demitri are friends but he hates your vampire jokes

🦋 His idiot- FLUFF You really are an idiot, but Demitri wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

🐍 Old man-FLUFF The reader is younger than their mate and is teaching them, slowly, about modern technology and its weird vocabulary.

🐍 Let you go-ANGST You are friends with Demitri. Your friendship comes to its end when you find him feeding of your best friend.

🐍 Sassy-FLUFF You go to Volterra with your sisters Bella to save Edward but a handsome vampire takes an intrest in you while you’re there

🐢Take it slow-FLUFF Demitri visits Forks for a check-up on Renesmee but finds you, Bella’s sibling, instead and finally finds his mate.

🐢 Back to you- FLUFF/BIT OF ANGST You move to Italy where you meet a man, Demitri. You quickly fall on love. But when your sister suddenly shows up in Italy, you go to Forks with her for a while. Sadly, the Cullen’s aren’t so accepting of the fact that you’re dating a member of the volturi. 

🐍 Always and forever-FLUFF Demitri sees you again after decades and you two have a sweet reunion.

!!  🐍Whiplash-FLUFF You’re a witch. You meet a couple of vampires in a store but teleport away when one gets a little too close to you. You meet them again on the battle ground. But what happens when you turn out to be a surtain tracker’s mate? !!

HEADCANON parents

ALEC:

🦅 Art Class - FLUFF Alec is on Forks for a mission from the kings, which is were he meets his mate, the reader. 

🐝 Summer crush- fluff/ANGST You and Alec found each other during your summer in Italy were he realized you were mates. When you sadly need to leave him to go back home to your father and sister, Bella. But once the Cullen find out about you and Alec they cast you out.

🐢 Loved at last- ANGST/FLUFF After getting rejected by your imprints, Emmett and Rosalie, you needed a fresh start. So you go to Italy where you meet two interesting vampires. Maybe they can show you what’s it’s like to be loved.

PART TWO 🐝 Happy with someone else- FLUFF Alice gets a vision about you and the Volturi. Luckily it’s a good one, but Emmett and Rosalie still aren’t happy.

🐝 Heat wave- FLUFF During a heat wave, the only thing that can cool you down is Alec.

🐝 Mind reader- FLUFF You are new to the Volturi due to your gift, mind reading. When you finally have a proper meeting with Alec it goes better then you could have ever imagined

🦅 Soft moments- FLUFF You and Alec are mates and he can’t seem to keep his head out of gutter, even during serious moments

🐍 Pink cast-FLUFF You have a bet with Alec which goes wrong and results in you with your arm in a cast. But you know a way for Alec to make up for it.

🐍 More than friends- FLUFF You and Alec are friends, but you always knew there was something more. When you both manage to get drunk, Alec finally confirms your suspicion

🐍 Old friends- FLUFF You are called to the Volturi for a trail where you meet up with two old friends again.

🦅 Charms- FLUFF You, Alec’s mate, and Jane bond over your charm bracelets.

🐍 Lets go home-ANGST? You go home to tell your dad that you’re dating a boy you met in Italy, Alec. But you find Bella and Edward home as well and they aren’t so happy.

🐍 Promise -FLUFF Alec gives you a promise ring to remind you of him when you go back to Forks.

🐢 Good idea-FLUFF Due to a one night stand with Alec after your sister’s, Bella, wedding you get knocked up. You meet Alec again during a confrontation with the Volturi. Maybe your son can have a father in his life after all.

🐍 No more secrets-FLUFF You and Alec are keeping your relationship a secret for the Cullens until he shows up unexpectantly at their house. 

🐍 Beautiful-FLUFF In your eyes, Alec is anything but a monster. He’s your mate. He’s an angel. 

HEADCANON human mate

HEADCANON parents

JANE:

🐢 Loved at last- ANGST/FLUFF After getting rejected by your imprints, Emmett and Rosalie, you needed a fresh start. So you go to Italy where you meet two interesting vampires. Maybe they can show you what’s it’s like to be loved.

PART TWO 🐝 Happy with someone else- FLUFF Alice gets a vision about you and the Volturi. Luckily it’s a good one, but Emmett and Rosalie still aren’t happy.

🦅 Soft moments- FLUFF Jane reassures you at everything will be okay when you feel like everything is going wrong

🐍 Old friends- FLUFF You are called to the Volturi for a trail where you meet up with two old friends again.

🦅 Charms- FLUFF You, Alec’s mate, and Jane bond over your charm bracelets.

HEADCANON human mate

HEADCANON parents

FELIX:

🦅 Hiding- FLUFF You thought it was a good idea to prank Jane, boy were you wrong. Now you have to find a place to hide.

🐝 Mates with the guard- FLUFF You bring the Volturi a visit after which you find out that you are mates with Felix. Only problem is, you almost killed him a week ago.

🦅 Soft moments- FLUFF You are the newest member of the volturi and Felix still doesn’t get your slang words

🐢 One soul, two bodies- FLUFF You come to Italy with Bella to save Edward. You didn’t expect to meet your mate there, though.

🐍 Old man-FLUFF The reader is younger than their mate and is teaching them, slowly, about modern technology and its weird vocabulary.

🐝 I love you-FLUFF You are the receptionist for the Volturi with a crush on one of their guards, Felix. When you find out that you’re his mate, you don’t believe him.

HEADCANON human mate

HEADCANON parents

CAIUS:

 🐍 The lake- FLUFF Caius and the reader always relax at the lake. Eventually he asks the reader to marry them there, at their secret little spot.

🐍 Until afterwards-FLUFF You meet your soulmate in Volterra, but he’ll have to wait until you two can catch up. (soulmate au) 

🦋Vampire and a profiler- FLUFF As a profiler, You and Caius like to make bets when there are trials.

HEADCANON human mate

HEADCANON parents

ARO:

🦋 I love you- FLUFF You and Are are enjoying a day in bed, cuddling up to each other.

🦋Public- FLUFF You decide to have some fun and tease Aro during a trial.

HEADCANON human mate

HEADCANON parents

MARCUS:

HEADCANON human mate

HEADCANON parents

WOLF CLAN

SAM:

🦋 Imprint- FLUFF You, Aro’s child, join your father for the battle against the Cullen clan. What you didn’t expect is for a wolf to imprint on you.

LEAH:

🐍 Imprint on sight- FLUFF You friend Paul invite you over for dinner at Emily’s house where you meet Leah Clearwater, who imprints on you.

[dickwheelie]

Day 29: Secret Admirer

For the @ineffable-valentines prompt list!

Boy oh boy. I cannot believe I was able to post a fic for this prompt list, on time, every day for an entire month. For me, that’s huge. I tend to be a slow writer and I rarely finish the stuff I start. Not every fic was amazing, or very long, but by gosh, I sure did finish them, and I had so much fun doing it! Huge thanks to @mielpetite for making this list and reblogging all the entries throughout the month, they’ve been amazing. Thank you also to all the lovely folks who commented/reblogged/liked my fics, you gave me the motivation to sit down every day and write something, even when I wasn’t feeling it. Much love to all y’all.

If you go to the #ineffablevalentines tag on tumblr, you’ll see the other entries, and if you go here on my blog you’ll see all of mine. Okay, enough chat, please enjoy my final fic of the month, wherein to no one’s surprise, there is more letter writing.

__________

To the proprietor of A.Z. Fell & Co Booksellers, Downtown Soho, in case there’s another one knocking about somewhere—

I saw you in the shop the other day and couldn’t help but stare. You were gently ushering someone out the door without a single book in their hands, and I couldn’t help but find your tenacity admirable. I myself was careful not to remove any item from the store when I left, but I’m afraid I may have left one behind. I was wondering if you might have seen it, so I can come back to fetch it. You see, it’s terribly important to me. It’s my heart.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

Aziraphale chuckled through an unseemly blush as he refolded the letter and placed it on the top of the stack that had been slowly growing on his desk for the past month. Every day of that cold, miserable February, a letter had arrived at his doorstep, with no return address and no name of sender. They were—and there was no beating around the bush about it, really—love letters, very obviously meant for him, from an anonymous so-called secret admirer.

At first, Aziraphale had been rather confused, but had kept the letters anyway, intending to show them to Crowley and have a good laugh. However, as each day passed and each new letter arrived, Aziraphale found himself quite charmed by this secretive writer. Clearly, they were a regular customer of some kind to know Aziraphale so well. They made all the right jokes, said all the right things, made references to all the right literary figures; either they had discerned Aziraphale’s tastes with perfect accuracy, or they had much in common with him.

Some of the letters were extremely lengthy; others, like today’s, were only a short paragraph or two, recounting the admirer’s feelings for him. Some were maudlin and prose-laden; some were humorous and sweet; others still were almost salacious in tone, never saying anything too outlandish but bordering on the cusp of it, hinting at things and implying things that made Aziraphale blush absolutely scarlet. All of them were quite flattering, and left Aziraphale’s mood brighter for the rest of the day.

Aziraphale had been charmed by humans before, and even been romantically pursued by some of them, but never before had one so captivated him with the written word. (This, of course, did not include works of literature. That was a very different kind of captivation that involved less blushing.) He’d never had a secret admirer before. It was all very thrilling and romantic.

Not being able to write back was a bit frustrating, but Aziraphale supposed it was for the best. Though he was quite flattered, and had reread some of the letters more times than he’d like to admit, at the end of the day, his admirer was only a human who only knew him as a bookseller.

Besides, Aziraphale was already taken. Speaking of which, he ought to get himself ready to meet Crowley for dinner; their reservation was at eight.

I ought to tell him about the letters, he thought as he went about selecting a bowtie. Crowley ought to know, after all, that he had some competition. Aziraphale laughed aloud at the thought. After dinner, he decided, he’d bring Crowley back to the shop and show him the pile of letters.

And so he did. Aziraphale poured them both a glass of wine and brought Crowley into his study, presenting the pile of papers as though it were an ice sculpture.

“Terribly sorry I didn’t mention these to you earlier,” said Aziraphale cheerily. “I suppose I didn’t want you getting jealous that I had a secret admirer.”

“Jealous? Me?” said Crowley wryly. “Never.”

“Well?” said Aziraphale, when Crowley didn’t make a move towards the desk. “Go ahead, read some of them. You have my full permission.”

“Hmm. I dunno,” said Crowley, making himself comfortable on one of the armchairs on the opposite side of the room. “Seems like your private affair, to me.”

“Nonsense! Here, I’ll read one to you.” Aziraphale selected one at random from the middle of the pile, unfolded it and cleared his throat. “Oh, this is rather a good one.

“My dear bookseller—

“I’ve read every Wilde I can get my hands on, but apparently even your shop doesn’t hold the book which may contain a description vivid enough to capture you. In my experience, none do; not Whitman, not Keats, not Dickenson. The most complimentary of love poems do not contain a subject more appealing to me than you are. I’m afraid there may not be words in the English language or any other to describe your radiance. Compared to all the other authors and poets, who am I to attempt such a feat?

“I must try anyway. You, of all the beings of the Earth and Heaven above and Hell below, deserve to know your own wonder. Compared to you, my perspective is lowly, to be sure. Still, was it not Wilde who once said that we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars?

“Endlessly Yours,

“Your Secret Admirer.”

Aziraphale had to pause to surreptitiously wipe at his eyes. That one had been particularly moving when he’d first read it. “Now, wasn’t that just lovely?” he said after a moment. “They know my tastes so well.”

Aziraphale glanced over at Crowley to see his reaction, but to his surprise, Crowley was smiling. A small, rather sweet smile, not at all jealous or mischievous. “Yeah,” Crowley said, “it was alright.” He put out his hand. “Can I have a look?”

Aziraphale handed him the letter and Crowley perused it, his expression much more pensive than Azirapahle would have expected. After a minute or two, Crowley said, “Yeah, not too bad, really. Not much I’d change, on this one. Just that the references to Heaven and Hell were probably a little too on the nose. And I’m pretty sure I used ‘complimentary’ incorrectly there.”

“Oh, really?” said Aziraphale, taking the letter as Crowley passed it back to him. He gave it another quick once-over. “No, I think ‘complimentary’ with an ‘i’ is correct. If it was an ‘e’ then it would be wrong, as in ‘complementary’—wait a moment.”

Aziraphale looked back up at Crowley so quickly he could have given himself whiplash. “You said I. ‘I used it incorrectly.’ Crowley. Did you—”

Crowley grinned, and crossed the room to press a kiss to Aziraphale’s brow. “Happy Valentine’s, Angel,” he said. “Well, happy February. The fourteenth went by and I had more I wanted to say, so I just sort of kept going.”

And suddenly, it all made sense. Who else, after all, could know Aziraphale so well? A human, with limited time on the planet, observing Aziraphale from afar, could never reach such an intimate understanding of him, and what he loved.

“Oh, my dear,” said Aziraphale. He glanced over at the pile. He was already planning a late night of reading through them all again, this time with the proper demon in mind. “Do I even have to say it?”

Crowley stuck his hands in his pockets and bobbed his head from side to side in a pantomime of thinking. “Well, considering it look me bloody ages to draft these all up, and write them by hand, and train the mice to deliver them, and stop myself from bragging about them to you every day for the last month—”

Aziraphale interrupted him with a kiss. “All right then,” he said, laughing. “Thank you, secret admirer.”

Crowley beamed. “Ah, it was no big deal, Angel.”

***

On February first of the following year, Crowley woke up to find an envelope sitting on his bedroom windowsill, outside his flat. It was addressed to “The handsome gentleman on the fifth floor,” and there was no return address. Inside was a letter, written on very old parchment and with very expensive ink, which read:

My dear,

Forgive me for my boldness, but I happened to see you in the Ritz the other day (you were with a rather good-looking gentleman in white, a very lucky man, if he had the privilege of being your dining companion), and you seemed to me to be the most dashing person in the room. Nay, in all of London. I found myself thinking about you for the rest of the evening, and I just had to draft up this letter to tell you exactly how lovely you looked that night. Though you wore dark glasses, I could occasionally catch a glimpse of your eyes behind them, and their beautiful golden color, and I found myself nearly speechless every time.

In all of creation, I have never found a being so wonderful to gaze upon. I imagine that if I were to, hypothetically, take the place of your ever-so-fortunate dining companion, and have a conversation and a drink with you, I would also never find someone so fascinating, so caring, so clever as you. I imagine if I were lucky enough to know you so well, your wit would be as dazzling as your eyes.

With the Greatest Affection,

Your Secret Admirer

Scrawled at the bottom of the page, in a much hastier hand, was a postscript. Crowley read it, cackled uproariously (which helped to hide his blushing), and went immediately to phone Aziraphale, intending to explain to him the point of having a secret admirer.

P.S.: Please do let me know if you received this! The doves are not very good with street directions, unfortunately. I am working on it with them. Much love! —A

Crowley also intended to tell him that he bloody well loved him, too.

[ablogofthecriminalmindsvariety]

Spencer and Aaron: Chapter One

Yay! First chapter of my first fic! I hope you like it! I will try to update in a timely manner, though I make no promises. Either read below the cut, or on Archive. Tis the Dharma and Greg AU, my lovlies! I hope you enjoy!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24593317

Aaron Hotchner lived the life that most people would have expected him to live. A nice apartment in San Francisco. A successful job. Lunch with his hoity-toity parents every Sunday afternoon. He belonged to a country club. He was happy living his normal, boring, regular life. He would probably have a normal, boring wife, a few kids, a dog, white picket fence and apple pie.

And yet, on his way to work one morning, he found himself enraptured by a strange man that he bumped into on the subway. A stranger! Entirely out of the ordinary for him. Ordinary or no, though, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed when the doors shut in his face when he tried to step off of the train to go and talk to him. What he was going to say? He wasn’t sure about that much. But he knew he wanted to say something.

He seemed to have caught the eye of this stranger too, because as he went to watch him walk up the stairs and out of his life, he turned around and gave a little wave and a charming smile.

He could only watch pitifully in return.

The train ride seemed longer than usual, more unbearable than it was normally, and when he got to the office, he found that his mood was entirely dampened. Once he stepped out onto the floor, a stack of papers held in one hand and a cup of coffee clutched in the other, he saw someone sidle up to him.

“What’s got you so glum?” It was, of course, none other than Derek Morgan. Who else would have cared enough to ask, after all?

“I saw someone in the subway today.”

“That doesn’t sound so heartbreaking to me.”

He gave him a look. “Very funny. No, this someone was… special. Like we were meant to meet.”

“And let me guess, you let this mystery person get away?”

“Not so much me, as the subway doors, but yeah, I guess.”

“Well, if they got away, maybe it wasn’t meant to be after all.”

“Yeah, I guess so. You’re probably right anyway.”

“I do tend to be.” He plucked the cup of coffee from his hands and headed off towards his own desk before he could so much as get a word in about it, his shoulders shaking lightly with laughter.

As he opened the door to his office, he muttered a few words that were certainly less than kind about his friend and turned around to shut the door behind him when a voice interrupted him.

“What took you so long?”

His head snapped around so fast that he was sure he had just given himself whiplash. It was the man from the subway. Sitting cross legged. On his desk. Reading his newspaper.

“Wh- how-”

“I found a picture of you in the newspaper and found your name in a phone book.” He folded the newspaper and set it off to the side.

“Why?”

“Didn’t you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“The connection.”

“I mean, sure, I guess-”

“Great! I think we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” And before he could even blink, this stranger grabbed him by the wrist and was pulling him towards the door.

“Wait! Can’t I at least have your name?”

“Oh, duh! I’m Spencer. Great to meet you. Now, as I was saying. On a spiritual level, we’re totally connecting, but on a physical level, there’s a lot of catching up to be done. Do you like burgers?”

“I guess so-”

“Perfect. I know the best place.”

And so, found himself with someone who was practically a stranger, in a little burger shack on the coast. He had to admit, though, the burgers were pretty great. “How’d you find this place?”

“My parents went through a little ‘children of the ocean’ phase a while back and we camped out on the beach for four months.

“That is… a very interesting story.”

“Yeah, well, what can I say. We’re very interesting people.”

He rested his elbow on the table and propped his hand up on his elbow. “I gotta tell you, Spencer, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. And I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”

He shrugged and took another bit of his burger. “A lot of people say tell me that.” He turned on his stool to look at him. “Though, I gotta tell you, I feel the same way. You, Aaron, are truly someone. Someone special. Though I think we already knew my standing on that. Do you like pie?”

“Sure. Where’s pie at? Los Angeles?”

“Nah.”

“Oh, tha-”

“It’s actually in Las Vegas.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course. Why am I not surprised?”

“Because you’ve figured out we’re full of surprises by now.”

And that was how he ended up flying to Vegas for pie with a man he’d really only just met on a Wednesday.

He had to admit, though, the pie was pretty good.

“What’d I tell you? Best pie on this side of the country.”

“I’ve gotta admit. This is some really great pie. You were right.”

“Yeah, I do tend to be.”

“Spencer, I’ve got to say. This has been the best date I’ve been on in a very long time. The most interesting one too.”

“This has been a pretty great date for me too.” He took another bite of the pie. “You know, my mom told me that when you look into your soulmate’s eyes, you can see all of the generations you’ll make.” He leaned forward, presumably to get a better look into his eyes.

“What do you see when you look into my eyes?”

“Hundreds and hundreds of generations to come. What do you see when you look into mine?”

“I see… I see the love that’s there.”

“You know, I’ve never felt this way about any man before. I knew as soon as I saw you, though, that you were someone special, Aaron Hotchner.”

“This has gone nothing like dates usually go for me.”

“Well, how do dates usually go?”

“We have a date, you like me okayish, I call you, you get annoyed, I keep calling you, you ignore me, and we never see each other again.”

“That sounds…”

“Awful? Yeah.”

They shared a laugh before the conversation lulled into a comfortable silence. “I feel like we’ve known each other for ages. I wish we didn’t have to go through all that ‘awkward, middle of the line dating stuff’.” “Why don’t we?”

“What?”

“Skip straight to the end. Get married.”

“That’s crazy.”

“So am I.”

“Spencer, this is some whole other level of crazy." He shrugged. "So? It could be a marvelous, wonderful great new adventure!" He looked at him for a moment, the wide smile, the sparkle in his eyes. "You know what… let’s do it. Let’s get married.”

And that was how he found himself in some cheesy, cheap, Vegas chapel with some guy who was doubtfully licensed for the job he had, but neither of them really cared. It was absolutely nothing that he thought his wedding day was going to be. The place, the person, none of it.

At the same time, though, he found that he didn’t really care. That even though it was nothing like he’d thought it was going to be, it was… well, it was perfect. Even if the officiator seemed like kind of a sleaze, and that he didn't really care about his job. He didn't mind, because... well, because Spencer was there. And it was what Spencer wanted, and that was what he cared about. Not some skeezeball officiator in a Vegas chapel with some weird stains on the walls that he didn't even want to begin to learn about.

And even though he’d only just met this man this morning, and even though in just about any other situation, he wouldn’t trust him in the slightest, he wouldn’t have trusted him, there was something about Spencer that made him feel like he didn’t have to worry about that. There was something about him.

And though it was in some cheap, trashy chapel, when they kissed, he felt happy. For the first time in a long time, he felt really, truly happy. So happy he could feel it in his toes, all the way up.

And if that was how he felt with Spencer? Then he would stick by him for as long as he'd have him.

[ammiiexxx]

Ok so I saw Infinity War and all I can think of is like that last scene with Spiderman and Tony but in Shadowhunters. Someone (Valentine or whatever) gains the ability to erase downworlders and when it happens, while being turned into dust, Magnus goes 'Alec.... I love you" and then gone. Aaaaand yeah I love angst 😂

ANON I STG 

this is the angstiest ficlet i have EVER written jfc. Like I LOVE writing angst but this is….whew NOBODY is prepared.

And because this has infinity war spoilers, I’m tagging it as such! 

the story is below the cut. TURN BACK NOW IF YOU DON’T WANT TO READ INFINITY WAR SPOILERS.

It had been simple.

Don’t let Valentineget the Sword.

That was the only order they had to follow. And yet…herethey were. Clary’s kidnapping was the catalyst, the moment where everythingwent wrong. They did everything they could do, trying in whatever way possibleto keep Valentine away from the Sword.

But it didn’t work.

He was only one man.One powerful, insane man who thought that mass genocide of a population wouldbring peace. It was one man against the entire Shadow World. The odds were intheir favor.

And yet they failed.

Alec nurses his stomach, clutching the bleeding wound thatValentine gave from the Soul Sword. He had tried to kill Valentine, tried tocorner him with the aid of Magnus, Simon, Maia, and Izzy. But it wasn’t enough.He could barely make a scratch before Valentine dragged out the sword, disappearinginto a portal some captured Warlock probably made.

He hated this.They couldn’t do anything, couldn’t portal to where he could possibly be. Aleccloses his eyes and winces.

He’s going to use theSword.

It was already activated with Clary’s pure angel blood. Thisman had sacrificed his own daughter to bring this homicidal dream to fruition.

And now it wasbecoming a reality.

“Simon?”

The voice is weak, and fear traces the words. Alec sits uppainfully, his hazy gaze finding Maia, who sits across from him nursing herbroken arm. Simon, Izzy, and Magnus’ heads turn towards her.

Her dark eyes are blown wide, breath shuddering as panicsettles in on her face. Her eyes trail down her arm and—

Alec’s breath dies in his lungs.

Her hand is glowing, the tips of her fingers enveloped bylight as it starts making its way up her arm. Right before their eyes, thebrightest parts of her fingertips start to crumble away, the light particlesfluttering into the atmosphere.

“Maia!” Simon cries out, ignoring the pain in his body as heattempts to run towards her. He barely gets a foot on the ground before lookingdown, the light enveloping his left foot. He looks up, regretful gaze meetingMaia’s. He swallows thickly. “It’s all gonna be okay, okay?”

Maia’s smile wavers and she nods, but the light envelopesher too quickly. Suddenly her whole body is aglow, and within seconds theglowing particles burst, her form quickly dissipating into the atmosphere.

Everyone is silent as the reality of what’s happening sinksin.

Valentine used theSword.

“Simon!” Izzy yells out, running over to him. She’sunaffected by the Sword’s power, her angel blood protecting her. Simon puts hishands on her forearms, head resting against her shoulder.

It’s too quiet for Alec to hear, but by the way Izzy’sreactions evolve on her face, he can imagine the hurt coursing through her. Thelight consumes Simon’s lower half almost instantly since Maia disappeared. Hefalls to the ground, Izzy falling with him.

“You have to find him,” Simon says weakly, the light passingover his chest. He raises an arm to cradle Izzy’s cheek. “Find that son of abitch and make him pay for what he did to Clary.”

Izzy’s brows furrow together, frown prominent. She triesrelentlessly to hold back tears as she promises. With her promise, Simon’s formsurrenders to the light, and his form bursts into light, glittering away intothe air.

Izzy chokes out a sob and Alec’s heart lurches. He painfullyrises from where he’s been sitting, weakly walking over towards Izzy.

“Iz—”

“A-Alexander…?”

The voice behind him wavers, and Alec stiffens immediatelyat the call of his full name.

No…

He turns far too quickly, quick enough to give him whiplash.Magnus holds his side, mouth opening and closing as the look of uncertaintycrosses his features. He tries to walk towards Alec, but stumbles backwards,his legs unable to carry him.

“Alexander, I don’t feel so good.”

His whole body is shaking, tremors echoing down to his core.

No…

“Magnus,” he callsout, though its choked and forced. He can hear the panic in his tone.

“I—I can’t—” Magnus stutters out, trying to walk closer toAlec. He looks down to his feet, trying to will them forward. He picks up hisright foot, ready to move, but gravity takes him down, somersaulting towardsthe ground.

Alec is quick to catch him, his arms winding around Magnus’frame. Magnus’ arms wrap around his back, body shaking and fingers grippingonto his jacket in desperate strokes. His breathing is erratic, the panicsettling into his once calm demeanor. He buries his face into Alec’s shoulder, andAlec can hear his muffled whines of pain and fear.

“I don’t want to go,”he says weakly, his breath shuddering violently through his lungs. “I don’t want to die, Alexander. Alec, please!”

Alec can feel Magnus’ weight shift so that he practicallyputs all his weight onto Alec. Alec can’t hold the weight by himself, moving tohelp Magnus lie down. Magnus’ panicked cries don’t subside.

“I don’t want to go.”

There are tears falling down Alec’s face as they fall to theground. His hands are shaking, pulling Magnus closer so there’s barely acentimeter between them. He buries his face in Magnus’ hair. He shushes Magnus’cries.

“It’s okay. It’s okay baby, you’re gonna be okay.”

His words are slurred, blurring together by the tears thatconstrict his vocal chords. Magnus’ pulls back enough to look at Alec straighton. Alec can see the panic in his unglamoured eyes that have been stained withtears. His eyeliner has smudged. There’s dirt and blood on his face from all thefighting.

“Alexander, please…”He pleads out, voice cracking and wavering. His grip is weaker against thefront of Alec’s jacket, despite the fact that it looks like he’s holding on fordear life. He tries to pull Alec forward with all his strength, but it onlypulls him a centimeter forward.

Alec’s heart shatters, broken pieces exploding into hischest. It feels like he’s on fire, the pain is so intense. He leans down therest of the way, pressing his lips to Magnus’ in a searing kiss. He putseverything he can, every feeling and emotion into it. Magnus tries the same butAlec can feel his strength leaving him.

When Alec pulls away, his eyes are still squeezed shut. Hedoesn’t want to face it, he doesn’t want to see Magnus writhing in panic underhim. But he can’t. He can’t close hiseyes and pretend it isn’t happening.

His eyes open to see Magnus staring back at him. His bottomlip trembles.

“I’m so sorry,”Magnus breathes out, hands coming up to press against the sides of Alec’s face.

He’s so cold.

“I’m so sorry,Alexander,” he repeats, pressing his shaking fingertips into Alec’s skin abit more.

His touch feels likeair.

There’s a glow that resonates from Magnus’ chest, it’sgolden glow flourishing in his sternum. Alec looks down, an ugly sob wrenchingitself from his body.

No…

The light spreads, passing over Magnus’ woven shirt,illuminating the bones underneath his skin. It stretches down his legs and uphis chest, across his pecks to his shoulders, down the arms to his fingertips.Alec finds himself surrounded by the light that envelops Magnus.

“No…” Alec chokesout. Hands coming up to caress Magnus’ face. “Please don’t leave.”

The sad smile that Magnus wears starts to slip, the cornersof his lips twitching as the light draws up his neck, past his jaw. His breathhitches as the light grows brighter in the center of his chest.

“Alexander…”

The tone in which Magnus says his name is so high pitched,so uncharacteristically Magnus that Alec almost doesn’t recognize it. There’sso much desperation in his voice, and the tears from his face are flowing at a constantstream. The brightest part of him in his sternum starts to break apart, chipsand pieces of golden light fluttering into the air between them.

His hands tremble against Alec. His eyes stay trained onAlec, unwavering even as the light consumes his legs.

“Magnus, please don’tgo,” Alec pleads, but it’s no use. The light envelops the rest of Magnus’body, slowly covering him in light before it breaks apart into the atmosphere.It reaches his neck, and the fear in Magnus’ face is indescribable.

No…

The light mercilessly floods his face, golden cat eyes stilllocked in place.

Magnus’ lips move, but no sound comes from them, his vocalchords disappearing into the light.

Alec doesn’t need the sound to know what he’s saying.

I love you.

“I love you too baby,” he blubbers out, hands shaking as theparticles of Magnus’ face start to chip away into the atmosphere. “I love youso much.”

In that final moment, Magnus’ golden cat eyes lose theirfearful glow. For a moment, there’s warmth.

He heard him.

It’s those golden cat eyes are the last thing he sees beforethe light consumes him, their particles floating up and blowing away in thewind like petals.

The pain that courses through him is immeasurable, a brokenscream passing through his lips as the last of the light travels upwardstowards the sky. He breathes heavily, erratically, turning to watch as theparticles disappear into the atmosphere. His hands tremble, and it’s then helooks down to see the object he suddenly finds in his hands.

The omamori charm.

He balls it in his fist, bringing it up to his face andbreathing it in. There’s still the faint sandalwood smell of Magnus on it. Aleclets out a strangled cry, squeezing his eyes shut as he holds the charm close.

“Magnus…”

He isn’t sure how long it is, but he feels a gentle handpress against his shoulder. He looks up through watery eyes to see his sisterjust as distraught and destroyed as he is. His breath shudders violently in hislungs as she drops next to him, hugging him close. They both confide in eachother, letting the other release all their agony in one go.  In the midst of their agony, they both agreeon one thing:

They have to find Valentine.

They have to kill him.

They have to.

For Maia.

For Simon.

For Magnus.

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