#i am VERY fucking excited to see how lucy chooses to kill me

[eversince-newyork]

TFA49 in T-minus 2 hours and 30 minutes.

@looselucy can’t wait my love

[thomaslightwood]

“What if Paris was the first time we’d met?” || Thomastair University AU

I wrote this because 1) anxiety and 2) the idea of what would happen if Thomas and Alastair had met for the first time in Paris is killing my soul so here you go

•

Thomas closed his notebook with a sigh.

“I know you want to say it,” Thomas grounded.

Lucie looked at him with big innocent eyes. “Say what?”

Thomas rolled his eyes.

Lucie smiled at him and while they both stood up, she said with a grin, “Okay, I will say it. I told you not to drink last night. I told you.”

Thomas signed again. “Yeah, you did. In my defense, that guy was cute and I was nervous!”

“No excuses!”

“Mr. Lightwood.”

Thomas stopped on the exit and looked at the professor. “Yes, Mrs. Jahanshah?”

Sona Jahanshah handed him a list. “Your paper. I wished to give it to you yesterday but well.” You weren't here was left unsaid but they both knew what she meant.

Thomas felt ashamed. His Farsi class was his favorite and Mrs. Jahanshah was an awesome woman. Strict and rarely allowing compromises but amazing teacher. Thomas didn't want to let her down by missing her classes to get drunk. Especially on the second day of the new semester.

He hesitatingly took the paper and looked at it. A small smile appeared on his face.

“Thank you Mrs. Jahanshah,” he said. He hurried to Lucie who was waiting for him at the door.

“Well?” she raised an eyebrow.

Thomas grinned but only said, “Nothing.”

“Come on, let me see!”

“Nope.”

Lucie tried to grab it from him but she was too small compared to him. And in general. In the end she gave up but said this wasn't the end.

“One day I will read your work, Thomas Alexander Lightwood, remember my words.”

“Yeah, of course,” he said with a smile.

Together they left the university and went to the near coffee shop where they were supposed to meet with Lucie's friend, Cordelia.

Thomas was a little jealous how Lucie could find a soulmate so fast. It has never been so easy to Thomas. It will never be. Maybe he was just too awkward. Sometimes he felt like his insecurities were written all over his face.

Lucie's smile widened. “There she is. It seems her brother is also here.”

•

“I have work,” Alastair said.

“We all have,” Cordelia said.

“Okay, I have a lot of work.”

“Come on,” Cordelia arched an eyebrow. “You should take a rest from time to time. Or else your brain would explode.”

“Sure,” Alastair said sarcastically. “Tell me again, why am I here? To rest? By meeting people?”

“It's just Lucie! And one of her friends, Thomas, who is a really adorable guy. It would be fine!”

Alastair wasn't convinced but didn't say anything. Cordelia was determined to make him talk with people for some reason.

“Oh, I see Lucie. She's right there.”

Alastair followed his sister's look. He spotted her friend, Lucie Herondale, a small but lively girl. They have spoken a few times but Alastair didn't really know anything about her except the things Cordelia told him.

Next to Lucie was a tall, broad-shouldered guy with a shy smile that was laughing at something Lucie said.

Alastair felt like someone kicked him in the stomach.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You didn't tell me your friend is so cute.”

Cordelia blinked at him and smiled playfully. “I didn't know he is your type.”

“He is now,” Alastair stated.

Cordelia couldn't help but grin.

“Fuck,” Alastair said again looking at Thomas.

•

Thomas and Lucie sat on the table with Cordelia and Alastair. He was introduced to the Cordelia's brother and Thomas got worried he'd do something stupid and would make fool of himself in front of the beautiful guy next to him and-

Thomas forced himself not to space out too much but to listen to what the rest were talking about. He did his best to join the conversation but it wasn't easy to concentrate.

At some point Alastair said he's going to the bathroom and Cordelia went to ask for more coffee. Thomas breathed out and turned to Lucie.

“Why didn't you tell me your friend's brother is so cute? You know I don't know how to act around cute guys!”

“You are doing just fine,” Lucie said, trying to calm him down.

“Well, I was drowning in anxiety. But... I think it was sort of... the normal anxiety?”

“You mean...”

At this moment Cordelia returned to the table and Lucie didn't finish her sentence. Thomas was grateful. He was diagnosed with social anxiety and didn't feel comfortable talking about it in front of strangers. Only a few close to him people knew and Thomas did not want too many people to find out about it. It made him, well, anxious.

When Alastair got back he said he should hurry up for his next lecture and said goodbye. Thomas was a little disappointed.

Cordelia, Lucie and he had almost an hour until their next class so they remained in the cafe. Thomas wanted to know more about Alastair Carstairs but he thought asking Cordelia may look creepy and out of place. He may ask Lucie to do it. Or he himself to ask. Some day.

•

Thomas was nervous. It was his first time in a new class where he didn't know anyone (he didn't know many people in the university as a whole but still).

As he entered the room he tried to calm down. Took a deep breath. His anxiety was still there but after Thomas took his seat he felt like he wouldn't get an anxiety attack in front of the whole class and will survive this. Probably.

He prepared to take notes, took out a few pens (just in case) and tried to breath normally. He reminded himself no one was paying attention to him. There were a lot of people in the room, he was just another guy in it. It was going to be fine.

“Hey, can I sit here?”

Thomas turned to the person talking to him and blinked. Alastair Carstrais.

“Sure,” Thomas said after a second.

Alastair smiled a little and Thomas couldn't help it - he returned the smile.

“The room is just so full. I was worried there weren't any left seats.”

The room was indeed full. Thomas was happy he got here early so he could sit at a place he liked.

“Cordelia didn't mention you like history.”

“Cordelia is awesome but I'm not very close with her,” Thomas said. “And I'm a little bit of history buff,” he admitted.

“Enough history buff to take a class for it, it seems,” Alastair said with a small smile.

Thomas laughed. “Yes, apparently.”

The professor walked into the room and it got quiet.

Thomas listened with interest to the lecture, taking detailed notes. But he was also excited because of the person sitting next to him.

•

Thomas wasn't sure how much time had passed but he knew he was hungry.

“Hey,” Thomas turned to Alastair who had a little strange expression as he said this. “Wanna, like- I mean if you're not busy, to have lunch with me? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?”

Thomas' stomach did a flip but it was a good kind of flip, nervous and excited.

“I would be happy to have lunch together.”

Alastair smiled. It was a real, warm smile. “Okay.”

They went out of the university and Alastair said he knew a good place in the area. Thomas followed, careful to remember the way to it. He may need to come here again, hopefully.

As they sat, menus appeared in front of them almost immediately. Thomas ordered tea, Alastair - coffee until they waited for the food.

They talked about the lecture. It was about the history of the Ancient Near East. Alastair was half Persian and Thomas was fascinated to hear a few curious history facts about the Persian culture from him.

“I admit,” Alastair said. “My love of the Persian stories and songs is influenced by my mother. Sometimes she says it's her duty as a teacher to tell us, Cordelia and I, as much as she could about our heritage. Which of course has nothing to do with her profession but we don't say anything," Alastair laughed a little.

“Your mother is a teacher?” Thomas said curiously.

“Yes, for a few years now. She's a professor here.”

Thomas' eyes widened. “Wait, your mother is Sona Jahanshah?”

“The same,” Alastair said before drinking from his coffee.

“Whoa,” Thomas said with a smile. “I should have thought about it earlier. You have the same eyes.”

Alastair's eyes sparkled at this. He looked amused. “Most people would say we share the same temper not eyes.”

“This too,” Thomas laughed.

The conversation went in different directions a few times. They found out they share a great love for music. That Alastair's favorite book is The Prince by Machiavelli. Thomas in returned said his is Rubaíyat́ of Omar Khayyaḿ. They promised to read each other's favorite books because they haven't read it before. Thomas found out Alastair can play a piano and sing. Thomas wanted to hear him.

“What made you choose to come to France?” Thomas asked at some point.

“It's mainly because me and Cordelia wanted to study here. Paris is one of the cities where we were the happiest. So we moved here.”

Thomas wanted to ask about his father but he knew from Lucie Cordelia and Alastair's father was a sensitive topic so Thomas decides to leave it alone.

“How about you? Are you a big fan of France?”

“Not exactly,” Thomas laughed nervously. “Actually, coming to France doesn't seem very wise. My father wanted me to go study in Spain or Wales. Which would be logical because I know Spanish and Welsh. My father has connections in Spain and Lucie's father is Welsh. I started to learn French only a year ago. But...” Thomas tried his best to explained it. When he was saying it out aloud it sounded like a stupid decision but it makes sense Thomas' head. “It's about the university. The history of this city. I admire it. Lucie and I talked about it and our parents let us study here only because they know we're together.”

The waiter came to serve them the food and Thomas paused. He even didn't remember ordering a second time.

“You probably think I'm silly," Thomas said, feeling stupid.

“No, no," Alastair shook his head. “Not at all. I think I understand.”

Thomas looked at his eyes. He believed him.

“Also, you speak Spanish, Welsh and learn Farsi and French? I'm impressed.”

Thomas smiled a little shyly at that. He didn't mind compliments but coming from Alastair felt different.

The time was passing and they barely noticed. They both missed their lectures but as much as it was unusual for Thomas he barely cared. He did not regret the time spent with Alastair.

They exchanged numbers and social media. Alastair promised to send him more book recommendations. Thomas kept smiling the whole day.

•

the tree: sorry luce i can't have lunch with you today

small bean: ooooh, and why is this, little john?

the tree: i'm just not hungry

small bean: yeah yeah and i'm cinderella

small bean: are you seeing someone? someone dark haired maybe?? 👀

Thomas blushed a little and put his phone back into the pocket without answering.

“Ready to go?”

“Yep,” Thomas followed Alastair through the exit and together left the university.

They sat in the same place as the last time. Even on the same table. Thomas liked that.

“Okay, I suggest not to miss our lecturers this time,” Alastair said.

“Agreed,” Thomas said, laughing. “I can't survive this class only on Lucie's notes.”

They talked about books. They both have read each other's favorite book now and had thoughts to share. Alastair passionately talked about one quatrains of Rubaíyat́ of Omar Khayyaḿ while Thomas was eating from his toast. Since he left London he has forgotten the pleasure of talking about books with someone who was as much investigated in it as Thomas.

Same as the last time the conversation went in different directions. They talked a little about themselves.

“I miss my friends and family,” Thomas admitted. “We were always together, very close to each other. It was weird at first when I came here, without them being around.”

“Tell me about them.”

With almost every other person Thomas would think they were trying to make small talk. Alastair though, Thomas knew, didn't speak things he doesn't mean.

So Thomas told him. He told him about his sisters but not much about Barbara who had passed away because he felt like this was too personal. About the Merry Thieves and a little bit about how they're families were friends.

In return Alastair told him about the cities he had traveled to and what he likes about them, which places were beautiful, the history of them. After his parents' divorce when Alastair was almost 18, he, Cordelia and Sona moved to Paris because the siblings wanted to study here.

They could talk for many more hours but an alarm sharply interrupted them. It was Alastair's phone. He shut it down.

“This is for me. My lecture starts after ten minutes.”

“Oh,” Thomas couldn't hide his disappointment. “Okay.”

“Hey, do you want... to meet tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow is Saturday?” Thomas said, confused. “We don't have classes.”

“I know,” a strange look appeared on Alastair's face. Thomas in shock realized it was nervousness. “Actually, I... I’m asking you to go on a date with me.”

Thomas' heart skipped a beat. It was impossible to stop the smile on his face.

“Okay.”

•

“You're nervous.”

“I am not,” Alastair said defensively. Cordelia arched an eyebrow. “Okay, maybe a little bit.”

“Try not to freak out too much. He's just a guy.”

“A guy with a cute smile.”

“Yeah,” Cordelia laughed. “But you're cute too.”

Alastair frowned at her. “Don't you have homework?”

“I have,” she admitted. “But I also have a brother who has a date.”

Alastair sighed. “He is far from the first guy I have a date with.”

“But he's the first after you-know-who.”

Alastair shook his head. “His name is not a trigger. You can say it. And it doesn't matter. It was a long time ago.”

It wasn't too long ago and Alastair maybe wasn't too happy about his situation with Charles but Cordelia didn't need to know this.

Alastair out on his shoes and coat. The weather wasn't too chilly.

“Actually, I meant... Doesn't matter,” Cordelia said. “Just have fun, remember he is just a guy as nervous as you and don't break his heart because he's Lucie's friend and I like her.”

Alastair couldn't help it but smile. He kissed his sister's forehead and went out.

•

Thomas saw Alastair coming and tried not to look too anxious or look if his clothes were okay. 

And he tried his best not to stare at the gorgeous view Alastair was.

Alastair led them on the way to the place he had in mind. It was far from the center, in a small alley that had one beautiful fountain. As they entered the small restaurant Alastair said a few words to the staff member and she immediately led them to their table.

It wasn't what Thomas imagined. They went upstairs. This floor was definitely emptier than the first one - the tables were farther from one another, with only a couple of people on them.

Their table was on the balcony. Thomas' breath stopped when he saw the view. He barely noticed as they sat and the waiter put menus in front of them.

Paris was beautiful during the night. The city of lights. The Eiffel Tower stood gold and sparkling.

“It's beautiful,” Thomas said and turned to Alastair. He caught him staring at Thomas with a smile on his lips. 

“It really is,” Alastair said and also looked at the view before opening his menu. “I got lucky to reserve a table here. Part of which was that my mother and the owner are good friends,” Alastair laughed.

Thomas smiled and also opened his menu. “So. What do you recommend?”

Alastair carefully scanned the page he was on. “The toast is awesome. And the desserts are unique. Here is the best tiramisu in Paris.”

“You really like coffee, don't you?” Thomas said with a smile.

“Yes,” Alastair said. “I admit, I do love coffee a hella lot.”

Soon the waiter came to take their orders. After he left, Thomas said, “I'm curious about something. How did you come out? Wait, are you out to your family? Is this a sensitive topic? Oh god, I'm so-”

“It's okay,” Alastair laughed. “Do you always ask every guy such questions on the first date?” he teased.

Thomas blushed a little. “Well. Sometimes,” he cleared throat. “Anyway! Answer my question. Or don't if you don't want to.”

“I'll answer,” Alastair said, trying to hide a smile.“I came out to Cordelia first, a few years ago. Then she convinced me that coming out to Mâmân wouldn't be a disaster. And she was right. It was difficult at first. But it's mostly fine right now.”

The waiter came with their drinks - ginger beer for Thomas and black decaffeinated coffee for Alastair. 

“How about you?” Alastair asked after they were alone again. “Are you out?”

“I am kind of out to my family and friends too, yes.”

“Kind of?” Alastair arched the eyebrow.

“It's a funny story actually,” Thomas said. “At first, one of my cousins, Anna, came out as non-binary lesbian. Not long after this Matthew, one of my best friends, came out as bi. And you see, in some way they cleared the path for me. When I came out no one was even surprised. I think they kind of expected everyone to come out as gay at some point,” Thomas laughed.

He didn't mention how sickly anxious he was to come out because he was worried his parents would react bad. Or how he worried his friends and sisters won't understand. Or the irrational, freezing fear to let even one person know something so personal about him. 

They talked more about London. Alastair said he was there only once but would like to visit again. They joked that Lucie would drag Cordelia there for the first holiday that appears.

At some point they started to talk about Paris. Which museums they have visited so far. Alastair was scandalized Thomas hasn't visited the Louvre yet. They agreed they should go to one museum together some day.

It was a beautiful night, warm, with a nice breeze. They talked for long, so long they were the only ones left in the restaurant. In another time, in another life the same was happening. They were both different people, with different pasts and so different memories, unsaid words and broken hearts. But as the city of light was watching over them tonight they had this sweet memory, echoing through the centuries.

[julemmaes]

C’mon, lick it // part two

Thomas Lightwood and Alastair Carstairs modern au

I DID IT, @tyherondaletrash FUCK YOU BITCH THIS IS FOR YOU CAUSE YOU DIDN’T LET ME LIVE THROUGH IT AND YOU’RE GONNA CRY THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR EYES

Everyone else, enjoy it!:)

Word count: 6,146

“I can’t believe those two are becoming old dudes.” Matthew sighed taped to Christopher’s side. They were in front of the entrance of James and Cordelia’s building ready to go and buy the noodles that the blond craved so much, but they had been there for more than five minutes and Thomas was beginning to suspect that soon they would all be going home.

“Leave them alone Math, they are not old.” Christopher replied yawning.

Thomas chuckled when he saw Matthew’s cautionary look, but he felt his eyelids heavy as well and in three seconds his mouth also opened wide and made a noisy sound.

“They just have a job that starts very early, unlike ours.” Lucie defended her brother and her best friend by trying to make it clear to Matthew that ordinary people with office jobs had to wake up at six, unlike people who worked in bars, like her and Math, who could go to sleep at the time the others were getting ready .

“About jobs that start very early.” Thomas intervened by smiling displeased, putting an arm around Alastair’s shoulders, who was rubbing his hands trying to warm up a bit. He found it ridiculous how his boyfriend so stubbornly refused to buy a pair of gloves.

“No. You’re not going anywhere.” Matthew snorted laughing, “And while I have not yet fully accepted your dyed blond there…” he continued nodding to Alastair with his chin, ‘It was just a phase.’ defended the guy, interrupting Math “…I would not want to stay alone with Mr. In Love and Miss. I Still Sleep With My Puppet. I could use real men.”

“The hell Math! It was supposed to be a secret!” Lucie whined, dodging Christopher who tried to stop her and hitting the boy on the shoulder. He snorted again, pushing her back to her place place. The Lightwood between them was holding back a laugh at the ease with which his friend had moved his cousin.

“Shut up, Lulu, everyone knows you’re still a child.” Matthew smirked, calling her with the nickname he knew only her father could use, looking in front of him and waiting for her to answer in kind.

“I’m sorry, but I also have to go in an hour early tomorrow and your mother might kill me if I’m late.” Alastair apologized by speaking quickly so that the bickering didn’t drag on, trying to look really sorry and not show how excited he was to finally go home.

“I’m too tired for a noodles party. Forgive me.” Thomas tried to save his boyfriend by directing Math’s anger toward him, and so it was, because it was as if Alastair hadn’t even spoken when Matthew turned to Thomas and was as disgusted as he had been before when he looked at James said, “No fuck you, I’ll never forgive you, asshole.”

“God, what am I gonna do now?” Thomas cried out in a desperate tone, Lucie slightly jumped at the sound, smiling broadly, “I will never recover from this terrible insult.” Lucie burst into laughter and when Thomas took Alastair’s hand in his starting to walk back to their apartment, Kit greeted them.

“Night night.” Lucie murmured with a half-smile on her lips, as if the fact that they were leaving weighted more on her than Matthew. Well this is really weird, thought Thomas looking at her, before turning and shouting over his shoulder, “Good night, everybody.” Alastair pushed him, as if to remind him what time it was (and that they had already screamed enough) and waved his hand in the direction of the trio, saying with a lower tone of several octaves “Night.”

“I hope you choke in your sleep, traitors.” Matthew cried as he stepped towards them, but staring at the window of James’ apartment. Then he looked at his wrist carelessly, “It’s only three damn, and we’re already so few.” Thomas chuckled interlacing his fingers with Alastair’s.

They walked for a while in silence, as they used to do when they came home after movie night. They lived only ten minutes from their friends’ apartment and driving to cover a so little distance and then not finding any parking was not a thing that tempted either of them.

Thomas was thinking about what he would cook the next day for lunch and was going to ask the other what was better between chicken and a omellette, even though he knew that Alastair would always choose meat over everything.

Alastair gripped his hand tighter, drawing his attention and when he turned around Thomas was grinning from ear to ear, Alastair’s gaze darted away, “Thank you.”

Thomas’ head tilted to the side, “For what?”

“For lying.” he shrugged “I know you don’t work tomorrow.” He kept on looking in front of him, if his cheeks were red only for the cold or even for the embarrassment Thomas couldn’t say. He smiled more widely. Sometimes it was so hard for his boyfriend to say simple things like thank you that he knew that when he did it for such petty things it was only because he was training for when he would really apologize.

“Ah, yes.” Thomas moved a hand in the air, “Of course. And then I’m dead on my feet, too.” he sent another smile his way, hoping to charm him, but Alastair almost seemed to refuse to look at him and Thomas realized that something was wrong because something in his tone seemed completely off when he replied, “Sure.” Alastair face scrunched up.

“What is it?” Thomas asked, curious to understand what was going on in his little head.

“I don’t know. Cordelia seemed distracted tonight.” he answered casually, kicking a bottle that was on the sidewalk, “And Matthew in desperate need of distraction.” he continued by squeezing his eyes when a bus lit up his face.

Thomas was happily surprised, it was not an everyday thing to hear Alastair speaking so friendly of his Matthew. Even when things started to go really well between the two them, Matthew had been hesitant and it had taken a couple of years and a move to convince him that they were made for each other, “Matthew is always in desperate need of distraction.”

“True, but tonight it was notably. Maybe with Christopher in a relationship he feels very lonely.” He hypothesized, finally looking up at Thomas’ face, whose eyebrows shoot up at the sound of his words.

“And since when do you care so much about Math, exactly?” Thomas asked sincerely interested in knowing what had changed in his vision of the blond boy.

“I’m not a heartless being, you know?”

“Still. You’ve never gotten along and it’s strange to see you worried about him.” Thomas said shaking his head still a little unconvinced.

“Oh God, I’m not worried.” Alastair exclaimed like he seemed disgusted just by the idea of it, “I’m just saying that maybe we should do something to distract him.” He said, trying to make it look like it was a normal daily thing he did, plan to cheer up Matthew, failing miserably.

“We?” Thomas asked, trying to get confirmation of what he had just heard, looking like an old man who found out that Santa really exists.

“If you don’t stop being so surprised about this, I’m gonna slap you.” Alastair warned him in a threatening tone as a shiver passed through his body. Thomas left his hand, hugging him, but keeping walking.

“As if you could reach me up here.” Thomas joked with a smirk.

“You’re… you-” the voice came out muffled, hindered by his boyfriend’s jacket, which pressed on his chin. Not that he minded, he was already feeling better than a few minutes before and could feel his fingertips start to regain sensitivity.

“Irresistible? Awesome? Too handsome for this world?” proposed Thomas hopefully, receiving a elbow straight to the ribs.

“Unbelievable.” said Alastair scowling, but still being slightly amused.

If to Alastair the others had seemed to be completely done with life and ready to sleep for eternity, Thomas was the exact opposite. He seemed to be kvelling out of every pore and the way he was jumping around, bouncing him around like a puppet, took a little of his concern away.

“Unbelievably handsome, you mean.”

“No, I meant you’re unbelievably stupid.”

“Ouch.”

Alastair shook his head, grinning, “Either way, if you don’t want to do something all together, you guys could always bring him out. You four could do a thing, like in the old days.” he proposed, shoving him off and putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Shortly after, he felt Thomas’ hand slipping into his own and smiled, holding his fingers hoping to warm up even more.

“A foursome thing you say?” Thomas asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement, “I didn’t know you were into these kind of things.” Thomas looked at him winking, but the smile died on his lips when he saw the grin on Alastair’s face.

“I swear to God, if you don’t stop talking shit, I won’t let you sleep with me for a week.”

Thomas scoffed, “You wouldn’t last that long. You’d miss me too much.”

“Two weeks, then.” returned Alastair, not at all frightened at the idea of actually spending two weeks without being able to sleep in Thomas’ arms.

“Wanna bet?” he asked him laughing, probably still thinking he was joking.

“You know I never back down.”

Thomas got serious, pulling his hand out of Alastair’s pocket and, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, offering it to his boyfriend. “Deal?”

“Deal.” said Alastair without blinking, turning to him and shaking his hand.

“What does the winner get?” Thomas asked without letting go.

“Don’t know.”

“How about…” Thomas pretended to think about it, but the grin on his lips implied that he had kept that particular punishment for a special moment. And it had arrived. It wasn’t strange that they were betting with each other, “The loser does the laundry for a whole month?”

“Yes please. I hate doing laundry.” said Alastair, hinting at nothing more than no intention of losing.

“Oh I know, that’s why it’s gonna be so much better when you drag yourself out of our room to come on the couch because you’re gonna miss me too much.”

“Believe it all you want.” Alastair said, “And don’t think you’re the only one sleeping on the couch. We’ll do a day each.” he added. Thomas was quite gigantic, and he would certainly sleep all curled up on the couch, waking up with an absurd stiff neck, but he also knew that he would never let him sleep on the couch for two weeks. Even because Thomas would lose.

“Maybe we should seal it with a kiss.” Thomas leaned down, taking a step towards him so that now they’re faces were just mere centimeters apart. Alastair felt the hairs of his arms standing up and tried to convince himself that it was the cold, like every time they were out and Thomas insisted on touching him.

“You are insufferable.” he smiled, brushing his lips with Thomas’.

“And you’re irresistible.” Oh my god.

“What’s up with all your flirty little comments tonight?” he shoved him by the shoulder, always keeping him close to his body, not wanting to let him go yet. Their hands still clasped together.

“I studied the adjectives dictionary and thought I should share my new knowledge.” Thomas said, lowering the tone of the voice, looking at him as if his life depended on it.

“Stupid.” breathed Alastair, licking his own lips. Thomas’s gaze snapped down at the movement of his tongue and a guttural sound shook in Alastair’s chest, “I, for example, would have used witless.”

“Kiss me.” Thomas ordered him in a sensual voice and Alastair found himself thinking about what his mother would believe if they arrested him for obscene acts in public, if he had stripped him and taken him right there.

When they got home, the warm air that came from inside invaded Alastair to the bones and he closed his eyes beading of that familiar smell that was a mixture between his and Thomas’s.

He was about to take his shoes off when Tom looked out of the kitchen, handing him a black bag that smelled awful. He wrinkled his nose, slightly turning his head away to escape the smell. And here goes the dream, he thought sighing.

“Would you mind taking the garbage out?” he asked him with a hopeful smile, already wearing slippers. “It’s been there for two days and it’s starting to smell so bad that if a bear came into the house, I wouldn’t be so surprised.” he said seriously.

Alastair raised an eyebrow, taking back the keys he had just laid and the dripping sack. He wrinkled his nose again, “There are no bears in London.”

“Whatever.” he heard the other says as he closed the door behind him.

He started humming, thinking about the closing of the case he and Charlotte were working on right now. He’d been working for a little over a year at a law firm in the City, and this was the first major case she’d ever entrusted to him so far.

He went down the last flight of stairs opening the door to the back of the house, but heard a loud noise coming from the main entrance so, after having arranged the bag so that it could not be moved by the wind, he went to check what was happening.

Once again in the fresh air of a sleeping London, he saw a person trying to get up and stopped at the last step, hesitating, trying to see if it could have been someone dangerous or if they only needed help.

The figure before him grunted, swearing immediately afterwards and with a movement too fast for what seemed his physical condition, he stood, staggering.

Alastair was left breathless, and all he saw was red. A red that had tormented him for years and that occasionally appeared in his worst nightmares, “Charles.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Alastair felt himself die a little.

It had been months since he had last said his name and years since they had seen each other.

He knew that he had moved to a small town near Basingstoke, but he had also explicitly asked Matthew not to tell him anything else and that time the boy had just nodded, without saying any jokes as usual.

He was wearing a suit and tie, and to unknown eyes he might have seemed fine, but (god damn him) Alastair knew him, and saw what was under the abnormal amount of alcohol he ingested. He knew that something serious had happened if he was in London. In front of the apartment he shared with Thomas. And yet, even though he knew it was something bad, he didn’t care.

He’d already given him too much, he didn’t even deserve a minute of his time. At the sound of his voice, Charles’ eyes snapped at him and Alastair felt compelled to step back, resenting him being so close. His hands started shaking and he stared at him with his eyes wide open. He knew he looked ridiculous, but he couldn’t hide the shock of seeing him there.

He was about to go back, inclined not to start a conversation with the boy who stood before him and Charles had such glossy eyes that to Alastair they could only remind him of all the times he had been forced to lock himself in a room with Cordelia, to spare her the sight of an alcoholic father. He nodded his head as a sign of greeting, his lips reduced to a thin line, turning and grabbing the door handle-

“Alastair.”

He closed his eyes and his breath became ragged. He felt his throat burn and he forced himself to wear the mask he had not touched in recent years and that had made him become someone he was not, made him become a monster.

“Alastair, I…” Charles took a step towards him, putting one foot on the first step, and Alastair’s back slammed into the frozen glass of the door when he tried to walk away. Charles halted, clenching his jaw.

Taking a deep breath, and another, then another, Alastair managed to talk, “What are you doing here?”

Charles seemed to relax, but he still came down the stairs, swinging before he grabbed the railing, “I wanted to see you.”

Alastair almost laughed, but he was able to detach himself from the door, carrying both hands in his pocket, closing them into fists, “How do you know where I live?” He asked in a dry tone, looking him in the eye.

“My mother told me.”

“You’re drunk.” Alastair stated, his gaze never leaving Charles’.

“I wanted to see you.” Charles repeated, as if those five words justified everything. As if he hadn’t made Alastair go through hell the whole time they were together and even after, when he tried to undermine his relationship with Thomas.

“It’s been four years.” his expression hardened.

“Rebecca left me.” one hiccup, and then Charles was holding back the vomit. Alastair turned his attention to the buildings around him, trying not to feel pity for the other.

Did she find out about your secret life and that you were lying to her all this time? , he wanted to ask him, but he just swallowed. He heard Charles sighing with relief and hoping he wouldn’t throw up, he turned to him again, “I didn’t know you were with anyone.” he said instead.

“Yes, because you didn’t bother to ask yourself how I was after you broke my heart.”

Alastair made a choked sound. He couldn’t believe it.

“I didn’t do anything. You built a life in a house of cards without thinking that the wind could blow too strong.” he told him approaching him enough to smell his cologne. The scent threatened to cloud his brain, bringing up too many memories.

Charles stood still, looking up at him, smirking, “How poetic you’ve become.”

“I’ve always been poetic, but you told me to be quiet because you were afraid someone might hear us.” Alastair raised his chin in defiance, and was satisfied when Charles did not answer him. He stood up straight and in a much less confident voice than he would have liked, he turned and pulled the keys out of his pocket, “Now excuse me, but I really have to go.”

“Sure, you’ve always been good at running away when things get tough.” Charles laughed, laughter devoid of all fun.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He whispered looking at the wood and glass in front of him, trying to focus on the brown streaks and not on Charles, “I didn’t run away because things had become difficult. I left you because you didn’t see me.” he took a small break, “You didn’t want to be with me and that… What we had was anything but healthy, Charles.” He ended up holding his fingers around the keys.

“And that-” another hiccup, “Lightwood is good for you, isn’t he? He treats you well. Do you still push him around, like you used to? Do you boss him around?” Charles asked, with a tone that made Alastair realize he knew he had struck a nerve. “That’s why you’re together, right?” something in Alastair’s chest took life and a feeling that had been dormant for years came to the surface. A feeling he chose to ignore completely.

Alastair didn’t even look at him and opened the door, he growled, “Go away. And don’t come back, or I’ll call the police.” When he came into the house for the second time that night, the heat didn’t warm the frost in his bones, and neither did the cheerful tone of his boyfriend when, leaning against the back of the couch, he said, “Finally, I was going to come down and rescue you.” Alastair didn’t answer right away, he was looking for an excuse, whatever was good to justify the fact that he was out for ten minutes.

He couldn’t have started a discussion right now. Not that Thomas would be mad at him, no. He probably would have consoled him, but in that moment he just needed to be alone and think about what Charles had told him. Convince yourself it was bullshit.

Thomas realized that something had changed in his boyfriend’s mood because he asked him, “Hey, everything’s all right?”

Alastair quickly recovered, blinking and starting to undress, “Yes, yes.” he said distractedly. “I’m just tired.” he took off his shoes, entering the kitchen to get a glass of water. His throat was so dry that it was beginning to hurt.

“Are you sure?” he heard Thomas scream in a worried tone from the living room, then that spark in his voice came back, “Are you already considering how bad laundry would be, for a month?”

He drew two glasses before he thought it safe to speak without his throat, now no longer made of sandpaper, being torn. He came out of the kitchen, heading towards their bedroom, “Sure. ‘Night Tom.” Alastair said to him, rubbing his hand on his face.

“Good night, Alas.” he heard him say. A break, then, “I love you!” said loud enough for night bus drivers to hear it.

“I love you too.” he whispered before closing the door behind him.

Thomas kept tossing and turning on the couch. The blanket he had chosen was making his arms itch and he could not find a position where all parts of his body were on the cushions and his neck was not bent in an uncomfortable position. Changing the blanket was not possible because entering their bedroom risking waking Alastair up was not even an option.

In the morning he would have had an important trial and had to be rested. Thomas was going to throw everything on the floor and settle down, there, when the sound of something falling out of the apartment door and a muffled fuck drew his attention.

His eyes moved quickly to the end of the hall, where Alastair slept undisturbed, “What-?” Thomas stood up when he heard another noise and then someone knocking so softly on the door that for a moment he thought he had imagined it.

He walked slowly to the hall, looking for something to defend himself, in case whoever was behind the door tried to harm him. He looked through the peephole and almost sweared.

He only saw the red hair, but it was enough to recognize the figure of Charles Fairchild. He sucked in a breath taking his keys and opened the door glaring once more at the door down the hallway, pushing back every rational thoughts in a box and ready to do everything in his power to prevent Charles to get to Alastair. The blood already boiling in his veins.

As soon as he was outside the apartment, he regretted opening the door. Charles was obviously drunk.

Thomas clenched his jaw, trying to control his tongue, who threatened to spit insults at him every second he spent staring at the brother of one of his best friends.

“What are you doing here?” he asked in an icy tone.

Charles chuckled, closing his eyes with an almost relaxed expression, “Funny.” Thomas raised an eyebrow, “What?” he asked. “No, I don’t care.” he told him by raising a hand in front of him, blocking anything else he had to say.

He closed his hands in fists, carrying his arms behind his back, insisting not to hit him unless absolutely necessary. His eyes widened, shocked by his own thoughts, opening his hands and crossing his arms on the chest.

The others would have been ashamed of him, because he was not violent, he was the gentle one, he repeated himself in the head like a mantra.

Yet kindness was the last thing he could summon as he watched Charles stare at him with a half-open eye and smelled like beer. “You have to leave before Alastair hears you.” he ordered without so many words. Saying his boyfriend’s name in front of him left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“And why would I do that?” Charles asked, ridiculously, staggering forward.

One thought brushed Thomas’ mind, “Does Matthew know what state you’re in?”

“Matthew.” disgust transformed Charles’ face, “He doesn’t even know I’m back.”

Thomas almost flinched away. He could have never spoken of his brothers and sisters with so much hatred in his voice and he knew that the relationship between Charles and Matthew was anything but fraternal, but he did not think that the oldest despised Matthew so much. That’s why he couldn’t control himself when he said to him with a strong tone, almost spitting, “Go away.”

Charles looked him in the eye and with the more serious expression than he had until then, said, “Make me.”

Thomas grabbed him by the shoulder and pulling him he behind began to descend the stairs quickly. Charles was having a hard time keeping up with him, and a couple of times he went and slammed into his back, but Thomas didn’t feel anything, and he didn’t move a half inch. He heard Charles swearing again and thought that he had never heard him say a dirty word until that night, “Okay, okay, calm down. I’m leaving.” Charles said yanking his jacket out of Thomas’ grasp.

“If I see you even a hundred meters from this house, I swear to God, I won’t be so forgiving, and the next place you’ll find yourself is prison.” he warned him without a glance, as he dropped him to the ground just outside the building.

“You’ve become such an asshole Lightwood, you were so kind before.” Charles bit and stood up and rubbed his wrists, “I remember you playing in our garden with Matthew and Christopher.” he chuckled for the thousandth time, “And after a few years, James came along. How cute you were.” he said with a sincerely happy smile.

“I’m serious, either you leave in five minutes, or I call the police.” he warned him one last time.

“Funny.” Charles repeated.

A vein popped out in Thomas’s neck while he yelled, closing the distance between the two of them, “What?!” He asked, “What by God’s grace do you find so amusing in all of this?”

“You spend so much time following his orders, you’ve become just like him.” hissed Charles, a chill ran down Thomas’ spine.

Everything stopped, “What are you talking about?”

Charles puffed, like he was bored with that conversation, like whatever he was talking about, the whole world knew, “Alastair.”

Thomas stood motionless, “I still don’t understand.”

He was ready to hear some bullshit, Charles wasn’t in a position to have such a serious conversation, and he couldn’t think clearly. For that it took a while when the other resumed speaking, it took a few seconds to really understand what he had just said, “I know him. He doesn’t really love you.” he hiccuped and stopped, “That’s always been the case between you two. You going after him like a lost puppy and he putting up with you because having someone around him is convenient.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Thomas draw in a slow and steady breath, shaking his head.

“Oh my God, you’re starting to scare me.” Charles let out a disbelieved laugh.

Thomas couldn’t hold it anymore, “Go away.”

Charles raised his hands as a sign of surrender and began to walk backwards, looking much more sober than he really was. He smiled, “You should be careful. You could get burned.” Thomas didn’t answer.

And he didn’t answer him when Charles turned around and walked towards High Holborn and said, “Goodbye, Thomas.”

When he opened the door for the second time that night he sighed, hoping that Charles would not come back to annoy them because he didn’t think he could handle a mental blow like the one he just suffered.

They had overcome that problem years before, and Alastair absolutely didn’t need certain doubts to resurface, so he let a smile open on his lips when he heard his boyfriend calling him from the room in an alarming tone, “Tom?” sleep laced around his words, “Thomas, is that you?”

He crossed the apartment, opening the door slightly, leaning against the door frame. He forced the corners of his mouth to turn up, “Yes Alas, don’t worry.” he said, leaning his head against the wall, “I just heard a noise and went out to check that everything was okay.” he closed his eyes, tired from everything that had just happened.

“And was everything alright?” Alastair asked, raising on his elbows. His hair was all messed up and a particular tuft was pulled up, he kinda looked like a rooster. Thomas looked at him and chuckled, nodding, “Yes, nothing to worry about. It was just Petunia.” he murmured referring to the one-legged squirrel who always managed to sneak into the stairwell of their building.

They looked at each other for a while in silence. Thomas was deciding whether or not to tell him, maybe he should let it go. Their lives were going great now, they didn’t need to ruin their night because of this. He would have told him about it another day.

Alastair’s eyes narrowed, questioning, “Do you need anything?”

Suddenly, Thomas couldn’t control what came out of his mouth, and before he knew it, he was moving toward the bed, “It wasn’t petunia.” He sat down, never looking away from Alastair, whose eyes were focused on Thomas’s hand, who was holding the blanket between his fingers, “It was Charles.”

Thomas waited for Alastair to realize what he had just said. It gave him time to decide whether or not to talk about it, but the only thing he said was, “You just lost the bet.”

Thomas’s chest tightened in a press, his eyes threatening to water, “Alas.” his hand lingered between them, resting at the end on Alastair’s arm, who slowly escaped his touch, as if not to offend Thomas, “I don’t want to talk about it now.” he whispered finally, his eyes welled up, mirroring Thomas’.

“You met him when you came down to take the garbage down.” Thomas understood with horror, holding his breath. Alastair’s body fell all the way back on the bed, and he brought an arm to cover his face, but Thomas heard it anyway when he said, “I don’t want to talk about it now.” he took a trembling breath, “Please.”

“Alright.” Thomas laid down next to him, taking him in his arms, while Alastair set himself up so that his back was crushed against the other’s chest.

“I love you.” Thomas said in his ear, putting his cheek on his shoulder, “You know that, right?”

“Of course I do.” answered Alastair, staring at the void before him, “I love you too.” he said before closing his eyes.

***

“I don’t think you should go to work in your condition.”

“And what condition would I be in exactly, Thomas?” telled Alastair, anger flashing in his eyes.

That morning they woke up and very quietly did what they did every other morning. Alastair had gone to take a shower while Thomas was making breakfast, both were so thoughtless that they looked like two walking dead men. This was at least until Thomas had pointed out that he was not well at all and that he could not face hours of trial, even risking compromising the case.

“You’re obviously in shock from meeting Charles and going to court with your ex’s mother doesn’t seem like the best way to deal with it.” Thomas answered him by getting up from the stool and approaching Alastair, who in the meantime was tying his tie in front of the mirror they had arranged at the entrance.

“And let’s hear it, what would be the best way to do it, hmm? Sit on the couch in pajamas all day feeling sorry for myself?” he made a sound of exasperation, bending his tie and clenching his fist, trying to calm down. Thomas went next to him, taking the garment from his hand and placing it back behind his neck, smiling amused, with a raised eyebrow. “I’m not working today, and you know I would stay here with you. We could talk about it.” he told him, focusing on the knot instead of him, knowing full well how much he hated being looked at during these conversations.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” grunted Alastair, minimizing the matter at hand as usual.

“Yes, there is.” Thomas answered, walking away to see the final result. Alastair bit out a thank you.

“No, there isn’t.” huffed Alastair, “It just happened that Charles came back to see how my life was going and to make sure you and I were still together. This is what happened.”

“We need to talk about it because if he told you half the things he said to me, that means you’re gonna let the hate eat you up until it’s too much and you’re gonna convince yourself that what he said is true and you’re gonna walk away from me. And I’m not gonna let that happen,” Thomas said.

Alastair, who was in the middle of pouring himself a glass of water, stopped, laying it all in the sink and drew all his attention to his boyfriend, “What did he tell you?”

Thomas, seeing that he had finally gained ground with that phrase, did not miss the opportunity, “Will you call to get off work today?”

“What did he tell you, Thomas?”

“Will you call?”

“Yes, fuck, yes. I will call.” he answered exasperated, leaning on the table with both hands, staring out the window. “What did he talk about?”

“He thrust high school times in my face.” he saw Alastair lean even more, “He told me that I’m your dog and that you only play along because you need company, in a nutshell.”

“You know it’s all bullshit right?” when Alastair spoke his voice was pained, desperate.

“Do you?” Thomas asked again, “Because I know you, Alas. And I know you know I love you, but I also know that you’re probably wondering how it’s possible after everything you’ve done.”

“I love you too.” rushed to say Alastair completely forgetting what else his boyfriend had said, as if he were afraid that if he didn’t say it, Thomas would leave.

“I know.” Thomas approached him, putting his hand on his forearm, making Alastair turn to him, “I know, and everything that happened at school doesn’t matter. We’ve already had that argument. We’ve already solved everything.” he said with a hopeful look. But he saw in Alastair’s eyes how deep Charles’ words were already planted.

“Yes I know,” Alastair said despite everything, “All that crap about the child with a sad childhood trying to cope with it by taking it out on others. I do remember that one.”

“It’s not crap. It’s the truth.” he said to him as a reprimand, holding his arm slightly, “I chose to be with you. And I choose it every day because every day you give me a chance to see what a great person you are and how much you’re actually worth it. The others may not see you as you really are, but I do.” He touched his cheek, smiling.

Alastair looked at him for a few seconds, and then closed his eyes kissing him. Thomas was right, they had already addressed the subject too many times to return to it now.

“Now why don’t you call Charlotte and tell her you’re not going to work so we can get in bed and do nothing all day?” Thomas reminded him when they broke off, and he was still crushed against him.

“You are insufferable.”

“I made you coffee.” Thomas walked away from Alastair, approaching the stove, “Here.” said turning a teaspoon of sugar in the coffee. He offered him the dripping teaspoon, because he knew how much it bothered Alastair to waste even a drop of that gift of the gods, as he called it, “C’mon, lick it.” Thomas whined when Alastair stood still before him eyeing him with a look of pure love.

Alastair’s smile turned into something else, while with one hand he took the cup and the spoon from Thomas’s hands and with a sensual tone said, “I thought I’d lick something else actually.”

Thomas yelped when Alastair picked him up from the ground, with a bit of difficulty, and brought him into the room laughing. He threw him on the bed before jumping on his boyfriend’s body.

Yeah, fuck Charles.

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[evelynsfics]

A/N: Aki is @demon-simper 's MC and 1,73cm.

Ayame is my MC and 1,59cm.

Girl's night out.

Aki and Ayame vibing in the lonely streets of the Devildom in the dead of night.

Tw: mentions of alcohol and drinking

Silence filled the empty halls, both girls were out today, so the house felt empty, in a way.

Somehow, Ayame convinced Lucifer to let her and Aki take a day off. They really needed a break after so much hard work, but Aki knew Ayame, and she doubted they simply had a civil conversation about the matter.

The taller girl always wondered how she could disobey Lucifer like that. Though, deep down, she had a pretty good idea as to why.

Sometimes, Aki couldn't help but wonder; was she not afraid of him? Did she not know what he could do? After all, Lucifer tried to kill the shorter girl not once, but twice. And yet, the next she was fine, back on her bullshit feet as if nothing happened.

It hurt, knowing this probably wasn't the worse thing to ever happen to that idiot.

It was quite windy outside, so they had to take jackets with them.

Making their way to the bar Ayame picked wasn't easy, for starters, they had no idea where the fuck it was.

She asked for directions a few times, but she still had no clue how to get there. Soon, it had already been about 45 minutes and they where lost.

"You know where we are, right?" it was less of a question and more of a you fucked up, didn't you?

"oh, uhh...Yeah, sure" lying was as natural as breathing to her, it was her lifeline.

This, was not one of those times.

That answer made Aki feel a little bit nervous. What if they didn't make it back to the house until 4 am or something? What would she tell Lucifer?

The small spark of anxiety soon bloomed like a brilliant flower to what could only be described as a grim wildfire on her face. Ayame, not a moment later, noticed.

"come on, it'll be okay. I'll talk with Lulu and explain we got lost, don't worry so much about it. And if that doesn't work, I can always lie to him, it's not like he'll bother to do anything about it, anyway."

Although her words didn't help that much, the brown haired girl felt a little better. It was a bit horrifying how good her friend was with words, no, not words exactly.

She cursed a lot and wasn't the most positive person, yet she could make someone feel better without throwing sugar coated promises to their face; promises that would be long forgotten by the time everything was done and over.

Ayame being the oh so forgetful person she's rather not be, completely forgot to charge her phone, so now it was sitting in her pocket, dead.

Aki wasn't any better, having given her phone to Beel since he left his somewhere in the house and had a hard time working out without looking at some of his favourite videos. After some convincing Aki gave him her phone.

Honestly? Who could blame her? I'd like you to say no to that face.

Yeah, didn't think so.

Calling for help was most likely out of the question. The safest bet would be Mammon, since he wouldn't snitch to Lucifer and he most likely could tell where they were from a short description or picture of their current surroundings.

It was now Ayame's turn to feel nervous. She knew how to fight, yes, but this was different, very different. Demons were so much stronger than simple, mortal, humans. And if it came down to it, Ayame knew she couldn't outrun a creature straight from hell.

Feelings come and go, this was one of those times for Aki, slowly and calmly thinking about different scenarios that could happen.

Ayame... Well, her case is different, debatable at best.

Walking through the quiet streets of the Devildom at such an ungodly hour of the night was kinda fun. Sure, this wasn't what Ayame had in mind when she bugged the taller girl nonstop to go to a good bar in a random alley that had a...Rather questionable reputation, but it was still nice walking around and talking with her friend.

Aki's level headed demeanor and calming presence made Ayame feel less anxious.

The cold feeling of dread soon vanished, replaced by a sincere admiration for Aki's ability to stay calm under so many wandering eyes. For once, Ayame was thankful for her unreadable resting face.

How many hours have passed? Has it even been hours? Minutes?

Who knows?

Surely not the two girls laughing about some dumb joke they saw written in spray paint at the side of a wall that had probably seen better days.

"of all the things they could have written why was "my dick fell off" the one they chose??"

"I honestly have no clue"

Giggles floated around them like tiny wisps of pure light, dancing between them. Both of the girls felt like it would all be okay, their worries vanished for a second, this was way better than anything they had in mind.

"so," Ayame started, looking at Aki with amusement dancing behind her chocolate brown eyes "who's your favourite?"

"what..? Oh-" maybe playing truth or dare was a bad decision after all, but oh well! Aki was having fun, and so was Ayame. That's all that mattered at that point.

"you know the rules and so do I Aki!"

"Well, if I had to choose, I'd say..." the small pause made Ayame almost jump in anticipation.

"Beel."

Pretty predictable.

Yet, she couldn't wait to ask Ayame the same thing.

"Okay, Ayame; truth or dare?"

The excitement behind her voice was barely kept under control.

they were both having the time of their lives, even if they never made it to the bar and instead just walked around for 4 hours cracking dumb jokes and playing games like never have I ever and truth or dare.

At some point, both were exhausted and needed a break. So, Aki bought some snacks from a nearby store that was as deserted as Ayame's homework.

5 minutes later, she came back to the bench her probably drunk friend was sitting on and gave her some of the Devil's Ice cream that was on sale.

This wasn't really the right season for ice cream but hey, the Devildom didn't really have seasons, or weather aside from raging storms once in a blue moon or a little bit of wind here and there.

"quick question," The pinknette said while munching on some chips "how do we get back?"

Oh...

"Right, I'd say our best bet would be retracing our steps or asking someone for directions." Aki answered, after a few minutes of thinking.

A small chuckle managed to escape Ayame's mouth, as she turned to look at Aki.

"you know we got into this mess because I couldn't remember the directions that demon chick gave me, right?"

"yes, but this time we'll make sure to pay close attention and make sure we know where we are."

It was probably about an hour or so, but they somehow managed to get back to the House of Lamentation without running into anyone they'd rather not in all those shady back alleys they took for shortcuts

That was Ayame's idea, of course.

"this is great and all, but how do we get in?"

"I always have a plan, Aki." she said while looking...smug? Yeah, close enough.

"And that is?"

"easy, we climb."

It took the brown haired and probably also very drunk girl a moment to understand what she just heard. Until she looked up and saw Ayame already climbing up to her open window.

"shit-"

"what happened?" Aki couldn't help but feel a bit scared at her friends reaction to something she herself couldn't see.

"we're fucked. Luci's sitting on a chair and looking directly at the window. I'm pretty sure he saw me"

Well shit. Still a pretty fun night thought.

[shanie]

Broadway Things, Both Good and Bad, That I have Experienced Live: If you don’t pay attention and miss the prologue of Sunset Boulevard (specifically the part about Joe’s inevitable fate) it makes the show a billion times better (and the ending that much worse) because you have HOPE. In Jekyll and Hyde, when Hyde pulled out the knife to stab Lucy, you literally heard several people whisper-cry out “NO!” I have seen Miss Saigon three times, and every single time at the point in “I Still Believe” where Ellen sings “I’m your WIFE now...” you can just feel the angst from the entire audience. Like, the entire theater just BREAKS, and it is both horrible and wonderful. Wicked has been around for how long now, and people still get excited when they find out Elphaba survives. I’m not sure what the first ever musical I saw was, but I believe it was a local production of Oliver!. I remember being too young to understand anything, and when Nancy was killed I was extremely confused (I was too young to process it), but I understood something “very not good” was happening based on the blood red lighting and the despair from the people around me. When they tell you to silence your phone, they fucking mean it. I was on Broadway seeing Phantom, and at the big dramatic pause when the Phantom booms at Christine “MAKE YOUR CHOICE!”, two rows behind me, you heard the Nokia ringtone, and everyone around me lost their shit. In the theater for the Titanic Musical, the wallpaper in the lobby was a handwritten rendering of the passenger list and the house lights were based on actual light fixtures from the ship (specifically the chandeliers in the Grand Staircase). You know those Box Seats? The fancy ones on the side of the theater with the comfy chairs and the curtains? THEY SUCK. They are there to show off the people sitting there, not because they are better seats. In fact, the only time I had the “privilege” of sitting in one, I hated it because really from that angle you can’t see shit. Worst Seats Ever. In Sunset Boulevard (the original run), when the staircase was first revealed, the audience went insane. I had never seen a stage set get an ovation before, but it happened there. Wicked Touring Company: So. I see your theater doesn’t have a properly placed trap door. That’s ok. BRING IN THE CRATES. The actors who played Edna and Wilbur Turnblad when I saw Hairspray couldn’t keep a straight face for shit during “Timeless To Me”, and while it was cute, it pissed me off because I realized they were two straight male actors singing a love song that they couldn’t take seriously. It was as though the song, and the kiss at the end, was threatening to them, and they had to laugh their way through it. It wasn’t even a local production (I think), it was one of the touring companies. Really, they should have been better than that, but guess not.

When I was younger, I cried at the end of everything. It was a reflex action. I cried at the end of every single movie I watched, from A League of Their Own to Aladdin. Naturally, this extended to Broadway shows. I am explaining this because, with this in mind, I need you all to know that Les Mis and Miss Saigon ruined me. Just ugly ugly snotty crying. And yes, I saw Miss Saigon three times, and it didn’t get any better upon subsequent viewings. That said, I went to see Miss Saigon the second time with someone else who had seen it before, and they cried the entire time because, knowing the end, they couldn’t enjoy the rest of the show.  As a person who saw Miss Saigon the first time at around age 9, and then again at age 17, I am telling all of you now... Don’t take your child to see adult shows. Just don’t. I mean it. It isn’t just a matter of them being exposed to adult themes and language, there are just some things a child cannot hope to understand or appreciate at that age. Honestly, knowing what I know now about the age restrictions on entry to Broadway shows, it’s a wonder I was even allowed in the damn theaters when I first started seeing these things (I looked way younger than my age back then). I mean it. If you want to expose your child to musical theater under the age of 12, pick a family-friendly show. They will thank you when they are old enough to understand why. Sidenote: If you choose “Phantom of the Opera” as the first show your child sees, I want to tell you now, telling them that the chandelier is going to fall on them as you enter the theater is not remotely funny, and your child will hate you for it forever. Seriously. Don’t be like my dad. I have seen Phantom of the Opera 2 and a half times because of this shit. The first act of my first viewing was spent with my eyes closed and my ears plugged waiting to DIE. And Finally Getting a severe bloody nose midway through Jekyll and Hyde was a surreal experience for myself, my family, and everyone in that theater who came to see a show about a homicidal maniac, and then watched me leave in a bloodstained blue dress. (But that’s a story for another day) .

[oasis888]

I wrote this for my very talented friend @demon-simper, it's our MCs vibing.

× Ayame is 1,60cm and Aki is 1,73cm.

A night out.

Silence filled the empty halls. Both Aki and Ayame were out today, so the house felt odd, in a way.

Somehow, Ayame convinced Lucifer to let her and Aki take a day off. They really needed a break after so much hard work. But Aki knew Ayame, and she doubted they simply had a civil conversation about the matter.

The taller girl always wondered how she could disobey Lucifer like that. Though, deep down, she had a pretty good idea as to why.

Sometimes, Aki couldn't help but wonder; was she not afraid of him? Did she not know what he could do? After all, Lucifer tried to kill the shorter girl not once, but twice. And yet, the next she was fine, back on her bullshit feet as if nothing happened. It hurt, knowing this probably wasn't the worse thing to ever happen to that idiot.

It was quite windy outside, so both girls had to take jackets with them. Making their way to the bar Ayame picked wasn't easy. For starters, they had no idea where the fuck it was.

She asked for directions a few times, but she still had no clue how to get there. Soon, it had already been about 45 minutes and they were lost.

"You know where we are, right?" it was less of a question and more of a "you fucked up, didn't you?"

"oh, uhh...Yeah, sure" lying was as natural as breathing to her, it was her lifeline. This, was not one of those times.

That answer made Aki feel a little bit nervous. What if they didn't make it back to the house until 4 am or something? What would she tell Lucifer?

The small spark of anxiety soon bloomed to what could only be described as a grim wildfire on her face. Ayame, not a moment later, noticed.

"come on, it'll be okay. I'll talk with Luci and explain we got lost, don't worry so much about it. Plus, no one will even notice we are like, 5 hours late"

Although her words didn't help that much, the brown haired girl felt a little better. It was a bit horrifying how good her friend was with words, no, not words exactly.

she cursed a lot and wasn't the most positive person, yet she could make someone feel better without throwing sugar coated promises to their face; promises that would be long forgotten by the time everything was done and over.

Ayame being the oh so forgetful person she's rather not be, completely forgot to charge her phone, so now it was sitting in her pocket, dead. Aki wasn't any better, having given her phone to Beel since he lost his somewhere in the house and had a hard time working out without looking at some of his favourite videos first. After some convincing Aki gave him her phone.

Honestly? Who could blame her? I'd like you to say no to that face. Yeah, didn't think so.

Calling for help was most likely out of the question. The safest bet would be Mammon, since he wouldn't snitch to Lucifer and he most likely could tell where they were from a sort description or picture of their current surroundings.

It was now Ayame's turn to feel nervous. She knew how to fight, yes, but this was different, very different. Demons were so much stronger than simple, mortal, humans. And if it came down to it, Ayame knew she couldn't outrun a creature straight from hell.

Feelings come and go, this was one of those times for Aki, she was calmly thinking about different scenarios that could happen.

Ayame's case is different, debatable at best.

Walking through the quite streets of the Devildom at such an ungodly hour of the night was kinda fun. Sure, this wasn't what Ayame had in mind when she bugged the taller girl nonstop to go to a good bar in a random alley that had a... Rather questionable reputation, but it was still nice walking around and talking with her friend. Aki's level headed demeanor made Ayame feel less scared.

The cold feeling of dread soon vanished, replaced by a sincere admiration for Aki's ability to stay calm under so many wandering eyes. For once, Ayame was thankful for her unreadable resting face.

How many hours have passed? Has it even been hours? Minutes even? Who knows? Surely not the two girls laughing about some dumb joke they saw written in spray paint at the side of a wall that had probably seen better days.

"of all the things they could have written why was "my dick fell off" the one they chose??"

"I honestly have no clue"

Giggles floated around them like tiny wisps of bright light. Both of the girls felt like it would all be okay. Their worries vanished for a second, this was way better than anything they had in mind.

"so," Ayame started, looking at Aki with amusement dancing behind her chocolate brown eyes "who's your favourite?"

"what..? Oh-" maybe playing truth or dare was a bad decision after all, but oh well! Aki was having fun, and so was Ayame. And honestly? That's all that mattered at that point.

"you know the rules and so do I Aki!"

"Well, if I had to choose, I'd say..." the small pause made Ayame almost jump in anticipation.

"Beel."

What did you expect? He's baby.

She couldn't wait to ask Ayame the same question, knowing the answer would be either Mammon or Belphie.

"Okay, Ayame; truth or dare?"

The excitement behind her voice was barely kept under control.

they were both having the time of their lives, even if they never made it to the bar and instead just walked around for 4 hours cracking silly, dumb jokes and playing games like never have I ever and truth or dare.

At some point, both were exhausted and needed a break. So, Aki bought some snacks from a nearby store that was as deserted as Ayame's homework.

5 minutes later, she came back to the bench her probably drunk, let's be honest friend was sitting on and gave her some of the Devil's Ice cream that was on sale.

This wasn't really the right season for ice cream but hey, the Devildom didn't really have seasons, or weather aside from raging storms once in a blue moon or a little bit of wind here and there.

"quick question," The pinknette said while munching on some chips "how do we get back?"

Oh...

"Right, I'd say our best bet would be retracing our steps or asking someone for directions." Aki answered, after a few minutes of thinking.

A small chuckle managed to escape past Ayame's lips, as she turned to look at Aki.

"you know we got into this mess because I couldn't remember the directions that demon chick gave me, right?"

"yes, but this time we'll make sure to pay close attention and make sure we know where we are."

It was probably about an hour or so, but they somehow managed to get back to the House of Lamentation without running into anyone they'd rather not in all those shady back alleys they took as shortcuts Ayame's idea, of course.

"this is great and all, but how do we get in?"

"I always have a plan, Aki." she said while looking...smug? Yeah, close enough.

"And that is?"

"easy, we climb."

It took the brown haired and probably also very drunk girl a moment to understand what she just heard. Until she looked up and saw Ayame already making her way up to her open window.

"shit-"

"what happened?" Aki couldn't help but feel a bit scared at her friends reaction to something she herself could see.

"we're fucked. Luci's sitting on a chair and looking directly at the window. I'm pretty sure he saw me"

Well shit. Still a pretty fun night thought.

[morningstarlucemon]

((So, this is a super personal thing that relates to my beliefs. So if you don’t wanna read cause you’re not interested, that’s totally cool. This is gonna be OOC and stuff. I just wanna post this here cause I don’t feel that I can openly say this anywhere else just yet. It’s not really safe for me in case bio family sees it. But I’m just... really excited and wanna talk about it. So if you’re interested, read more is below. There’s a TL;DR at the bottom if you want.))

So, anyone who knows me personally in any intimate manner might know that I’ve struggled with my beliefs for a really long time. I was raised super, super Christian, and even though my family was non-denominational, and we didn’t have a lot of religious “rules” like in mainstream Catholicism or anything similar, it was still really oppressive to me. Parts of my mental illnesses were blamed on demons and went untreated, and actually aggravated with the methods used to “help,” namely my OCD. To this day I have ticks that were programmed into my thought patters based in prayers I was taught that became compulsive habits rather than soothing mantras. And since I was very young I’ve been in a really precarious place with my faith.

I wanna say first and foremost, I don’t think Christianity is bad. I DO think the way people carry it out is harmful. But I don’t believe the faith as a whole is bad. I think that any religion practiced by someone for the want of peace and personal fulfillment without harming others is good so long as it makes them happy. I’m only saying that Christianity as I was taught it hurt me, and the people who taught it to me hurt me. And I now have a very uneasy relationship with the faith as a whole.

For probably around ten years or so, I’ve been a very... nihilistic person, not out of choice, but out of a compulsively logical mindset. If I didn’t have proof of it, my brain didn’t wanna believe it. It still doesn’t. I don’t claim to have ever experienced any proof of the supernatural. But I didn’t wanna call myself an atheist. I WANT to believe in something, anything. But any time I try, the logic part of my brain steps in and demands proof. And it’s been slowly killing me for several years, choking off my spirituality and adding to my depression. It didn’t help that, although I was too logical to believe in anything, I still had the fear and guilt that came with believing I was gonna be sent to hell. I had all of the guilt of religion, and none of the personal peace or fulfillment.

I have spent the last few years of my life talking to people of other faiths and lack there ofs-- atheists, agnostics, Lokean, Wiccan, Catholic, Voodoo practitioners, Heathens, Jews, Muslims, Hedonists, Multi-Theists, Hellenists, and a lot more, as well as several variations of Christians. But no matter what I tried, nothing seemed to fit. I couldn’t settle back into Christianity, no matter how much I tried to fit myself into more secular and relaxed sections of the faith, it never felt welcoming or comfortable. I could never get away from the guilt. But I also never felt attached to any other faith I dabbled in, either. Nothing clicked. I felt present and welcomed, but I didn’t feel at home.

I’ve been working in therapy to really explore myself, and doing a lot of self-reflecting. And part of that has been looking back on what I’ve identified with through the years. And something I have always gone back to was Dark Angels and things associated with Death. When I was very little and my Mom would watch Touched by an Angel, I’d ask her about the Angel of Death, and she would explain that he was not a bad person, but that he was someone who would come take us to Heaven when we died. And that stuck with me. I’ve always been drawn to characters who were outcasts, logical thinkers, people who thought of things with raw data and not pre-conceived ideas, and, of course, those associated with Darkness. Duo Maxwell, Treize Khushrenada, Lucemon, Violet Parr, Levi Ackerman, Rorschach, Raven Roth, Laura Kinney, Vaal Hazak, Sephiroth, Howl Jenkins Pendragon, Adrian Tepes, Black Shucks, Damien Bloodmarch... I never could put my finger on what they had in common until now. All of them are outcasts who think differently than society as a whole, many of them with dark or complex morality or emotionally injured themes about them. I have always been drawn to the darkness, even since I was a little kid. And I think, because of the fear I was taught, I denied and lied to myself something that I’m fairly sure I’ve known for years.

After really learning what other beliefs are, that they’re not all goat sacrifice and child rape, and learning the actual principals behind them, I think I might finally be ready to choose a title for myself and my belief set. After years of introspection, and debate, and self-exploration, I, for now, when it is safe to do so, will align myself with  Luciferian Satanism.

I have chosen this faith for many reasons. Lucifer expects nothing from me, not even for me to truly believe in them. Do no harm, and take no shit. This faith allows me to still be a kind human being, but also to not let myself be hurt and abused as I’ve been in the past. It is the first thing to slightly allay my fear of death in years. It recognizes that life is sometimes shit, but that we don’t have to live in existential dread all the time because of it. Sure, this life is piss sometimes-- but what the fuck is sulking about it gonna do? I might not be able to change the world, but I can make a few people feel better for a little while. I don’t need to search for the meaning in life-- it doesn’t matter if life is inherently meaningless, cause I am here, so I’m gonna have fun. And I’m gonna help others have fun, too. I’m gonna be kind to people because it makes me feel better to know I’ve made someone else feel better. Yeah, it’s a selfish motivation, but that’s what all acts are motivated by-- the want to feel better. And that’s very much okay. There’s nothing wrong with helping people because it makes you feel good, knowing that someone else’s day was improved by you. I don’t need an entity threatening me to make me do good things, and I don’t need praise from humans. I can worship myself, I can love and care for myself, and that’s not only okay but expected. Things aren’t good or bad just because society says they are. Things are good or bad because of the effect they put out into the world. It’s okay to be weird as long as you’re not hurting anyone else. I don’t have to always speak as others do or move like they do. It’s okay that I’m on the spectrum. I don’t have to pretend to be normal. Whatever comes for me, I’m gonna embrace it with open arms, and will take control and improve what I can, and ask for help when I need it, because I’m alive and I chose to try and be happy. I don’t need the promise of heaven or any afterlife to make me happy. If one comes, that’s wonderful. I hope I’m surrounded by people I love and who love me.

I’m not going to lie and say Lucemon didn’t have a part in me realizing I’m a Satanist, because they definitely did. I don’t think I would have ever been willing to even truly consider it if not for this angel. But I want to clarify one thing, as some of my friends seem to be a bit confused. I do believe I am kin with Lucemon. I do not believe myself to be kin with Lucifer, Satan, or the Devil. I may have a shard of them in me, but I lay no claim to their power except what I’ve been allotted in this life. I will absolutely claim myself and my power and title as Lucemon, Demon Lord of Pride in the Digital World. But I at no time want to claim to speak for Lucifer or have any right to his power.

On a similar note, I am not in this belief for the power. I don’t expect Satan to bestow me with a silver tongue or armies of demons. I do wish to become stronger in magic and charisma and use of my natural abilities to get what I want, but I intend to work for these things, not have them handed to me. I recognize that I have nothing Lucifer could ever potentially want, except possibly, maybe my understanding. I have nothing I could offer that would be of use to them. So I won’t try to barter for something I know damn well I’m not entitled to. I intend to work, study, practice, listen, and learn to grow my power. Lucifer expects nothing from me, I expect nothing from him. I only wish to devote to them my heart and respect because I feel a kindred spirit within them.

I believe Lucifer to be an enlightener, a symbol of progress, logic, exploration, love of knowledge and acceptance, and seeing things without bias. They may exist as a concept, or as an actual entity, or something in-between, or something totally outside my comprehension. Regardless of the nature of their existence, they bring me peace, and I find speaking of and to them to be soothing and helpful to me. I also do not feel that my devotion to them will interfere with my offerings to other gods. Lucifer is not tyrannical. Lucifer is not Jealous. They want only for me to be kind, and be myself. And that’s all I want.

I’m getting super tired, and I’m really rambling at this point. But I really wanted to state all this somewhere. I’m so grateful to finally begin to have something to take solace in. And I intend to accept this and further growth, regardless of where it takes me, openly and thankfully, as holding back has only hurt me. I intend to further research my stance, and potentially am looking into calling myself a Warlock. I understand that term is typically given to you by others as a derogatory term, and is used for those who have been expelled from their covens. But with that said, I HAVE been ejected from everything I knew before. I’ve thrown much of it out in favor of healthier beliefs and practices, and I seem myself as not fitting in with where I was and as something of an “other.” So I feel this term resonates with me and what I am and want to be.

So, yes. TL;DR: I consider myself a agnostic Luciferian Satanist, and am hoping to study and grow fully into a Warlock. This has given me peace I haven’t had in many years, and I am happier with this than I’ve been with anything else since I was a child.

Thank you all so much for listening to me. I love you.

[sosu-morgue]

Hey! I was wondering if you would consider writing companions reactions to Grandchester mystery mansion from Nuka world?

Oh man, it’s been so long since I did that quest so I went and replayed it through just to refresh myself. Sorry for the late reply, I was at work when I received this and have been excited to do this! :)

This is LONG, so be ready. Since this is my first ask I tried to deliver something good. Or at least interesting. I hope you like it and thank you for your ask!

I also used they/them for Sole Survivor, just so y’all can input your own M!SS or F!SS. I hope that’s okay, any accidental reference to Sole’s gender is an oversight.Enjoy! :)

Context/Prelude:Sole leads a companion into the Grandchester, it looked relatively stable. They entered the Grandchester after satisfying the ticket protectron outside.They were forced to take a preset path through the house narrating the story of Lucy, a girl who killed her parents in a murder/suicide. Sole and their companion travel through, meeting an ex-gunner named Zachariah. After killing him, Sole begins to scavenge the wealth of materials in the attic.

Cait:Sole stopped at the open door and looked inside, seeing this small girl in a frilly little dress and a bow in her hair. They froze, eyes wide. Cait caught on and peered inside, seeing the girl.

“What? Is this that bastard’s kid?” She felt a little strange. They did just riddle him with bullets after all. What were they going to do with a little girl?

The girl giggled, not phased in the slightest by the intruders. Sole stepped into the room and the girl retreated behind a pile of crates and junk. “Wait!” Sole rushed to catch up with the girl, Cait on their heels.

Sole spotted the door and threw it open, nearly smacking their face right into a brick wall. They frowned, confused.“What kind of crap is this?” She lowered her rifle. Sole pushed on the bricks, trying to find some trick to this. Nothing happened.

Cait shook her head, “Alright, no. No way in hell am I stayin’ here any longer - I’m leavin’ with or without you. Fuck this place, that gunner asshole, and whatever that was.” Cait spun around, leaving the attic. Sole glanced around the room, wanting to complain about leaving all this loot here. They followed Cait out though, choosing to stay together - not sitting alone in a house with a creepy little girl.

“Yeah, all that crap up there’s not worth whatever that was.” Cait made a straight line outside, leaving everything behind. Sole sweated a bit, thinking of the little girl. They were both in agreement; nothing’s worth tempting fate.

Curie:They both saw the girl and Curie was thrilled to see her. She resisted questioning the girl, considering she was here with Zachariah which was not a good sign. Sole was confused and surprised, but ultimately open to whatever. If the girl needed help, then that’s what they would do.

The moment Curie entered the room, the girl ran away much to Curie’s disappointment. “Oh, she’s probably scared. We must have frightened her with all that noise. What should we do?”

Sole gave Curie an unsure glance, definitely not a reassuring one. Sole’s eyes fixated on the little girl, questioning a lot about her. Curie did not know what to make of her friend’s reaction, so she sought her own answer.

Walking side by side the duo came around the corner of junk the girl retreated behind. A single, badly damaged door was shut - the girl’s escape path.

“Oh, there’s another room. A sizable attic…” Curie was surprised there was more to this room. Sole watched, a little perturbed and they did not understand why.

Curie turned the creaky knob, pulling the door open slowly. “It’s okay, mon petit. We are here to hel-” Curie’s hand recoiled from the door knob upon seeing nothing but a brick wall, the exact same from the walls around it. Like all those false doors through the house - this one lead no where. “Oh! I do not understand…”

Sole came up beside her, eyes searching the wall for any sign of a secret passage. A long shot, but they wanted to find anything to explain this. Sole placed a hand on Curie’s arm. “I think we should get out of here.”

Curie’s gaze turned a bit sad, “Am I missing something? She could not possibly have gone through this wall. Perhaps she is hiding, I am sure there are many places to hide here.”

She turned around, scrutinizing the room to the best of her ability. There was a lot of junk, piled, and there was no crawl space surrounding the door. Curie placed a hand on her stomach, “Oh, this feeling is very odd. I feel… unsure? As if there is some kind of reaction in my body, it makes me feel uncomfortable.”Curie nodded to Sole, “I think you are right, we should leave. Anything to make this go away.”

Danse:He was so entirely unimpressed with this lackluster display. Grandchester did nothing for him except waste his time. The irritating static voice of the narrator was droning on and on about some inane tale of a little girl murdering her parents before killing herself.It was utterly ludicrous and he wanted nothing more than to leave this house already. Sole, however, was excited to find out what the ex-gunner was holding up in the attic. Of course they insisted on digging through this Zachariah’s trash. This man was once a gunner, doing nothing but spending his time trapping random civilians in the preset path through the house. It would work on the average person, but Danse was a trained soldier. None of it worked on him or Sole.

Sole. Danse watched them climb the stairs to the attic, Danse in his massive power armor taking multiple steps at a time. He watched as Sole picked through the sparse metal shelves at the top of the stairs before heading to the door. Once Sole threw it open, they looked into the room with excitement. So much stuff to dig through, so much-

Danse noticed the shift in Sole’s posture instantly. He always was on guard for anything and Sole was rarely tense, even when fighting. Sole seemed to prefer keeping it loose; a trait that frustrated Danse at times.

His power armor loudly stomped his way to the door, following Sole’s eyes to the subject. A little girl in a blue dress stood in the center of the room, giggling as if they didn’t just gun down a man on the floor below.She turned to the side and ran off, prompting Sole to run up to catch her. They didn’t know why she was here, but she was just a little girl. There was no way she could survive in Nuka-World. Danse followed Sole, not entirely confident that this wasn’t another trap. What if Zachariah wasn’t alone?

They saw a door. A single, wooden, terrible looking door. Sole approached it, Danse raised his rifle, and carefully Sole opened the door. It squeaked as Sole swung it open only to reveal more brick wall.

Danse lowered his laser rifle, his brow furrowed. “The wall must be false. Check it. I’ll cover you.”

Sole shrugged, they didn’t think it was fake. If it was; someone was talented to create such a convincing fake wall. Leaning forward, trying to stay out of the way in case Danse is right, Sole tried to push on the brick wall.It was cold, rough, exactly how bricks felt. Sole kept trying different bricks trying to find anything that would reveal where the girl went.

There was nothing, nothing but solid wall. Sole faced Danse and shook their head - there was no way through.

Danse thought to himself, desperately looking for an answer to this problem. “What do you think?” Sole interrupted, breaking their silence.

Hesitating, Danse responded carefully. “I can’t say I know where she went…”

Sole smiled, ready to tease Danse about the existence of ghosts. A ridiculous claim and Sole would only mention it to mess with Danse.

“That doesn’t mean there’s not a reasonable explanation.” Danse insisted, “There might be another way out, a hidden door. This place is full of fool doors and rooms. There is no such thing as ghosts.” His eyes were almost glaring at Sole, knowing exactly what they were going to say next.

“Ooo, Danse. It must’ve been Lu-”

“Don’t say it. Get your things and let’s move on, Soldier.” Danse turned around, listening to Sole stifling their laugh behind him.

Deacon:Once Sole opened the door, Deacon froze beside them. The little girl giggled at them, the sound echoing through the room with a chilling coldness to it.

Deacon eyed Sole, seeing how uncomfortable they were. While he did want to know what this little girl was all about, Sole’s reaction was too priceless to pass up. “Look!” Deacon exclaimed loudly, startling Sole. “It’s Lucy Grandchester!” Sole’s head snapped to glare daggers at him.

“Deacon-!” Cutting Sole off, Deacon pointed to the girl.

“You heard the… house?” Deacon didn’t know exactly what to call the announcer. “She murdered her parents, she now haunts the Grandchester, and we crossed the line.”

Sole rolled their eyes, “She’s just a little girl, Deacon. Come on, let’s help her out of here.” Entering the room, the girl took off. “See, look what you did, Deacon. You scared her.”

Raising his hands in defense, Deacon chuckled. “What did I do? You got close to her. You must’ve scared her.”

“You called her a murdering ghost!” Sole continued on, ignoring the agreeing nod and shrug Deacon gave them.

Sole turned the corner first, stepping over trash all over the ground. A few bits dropped from their place on empty barrels and step stools. Not that Sole cared, the little girl was more important.

The door, dilapidated and almost off its hinges was closed. Strange, Sole did not recall hearing the door shut. The girl must’ve been cautious, trying to get away from the two people barging their way into her home. Sole had infinite patience for a child, especially one that might be scared of them. Even though she didn’t seem scared with that creepy giggle.

Deacon sauntered up behind Sole, crossing his arms as he watched this unfold.

Sole opened the door, still frustrated with Deacon. The girl had ran away, hiding somewhere in the house. They had no idea how many ways there was to get around.

They were met with a brick wall, blocking the potential exit. Sole looked around, caught off guard. Sole closed the door and reopened it; still a brick wall.

Deacon, interested in this mystery himself, just dropped his arms in a dramatic fashion. “See? This is how you get haunted.” Sole took a deep breath and shut the door.

Hancock:Sole watched the little girl, listening to her unnerving giggle. It was not normal, not at all. Sole assumed any child having heard the gut churning sound of a man getting turned into human Swiss cheese.

The feeling was not exclusive to Sole. Hancock was right beside them, a stern yet uncomfortable expression plastered on his face.

The duo shared a slow side glance, silently questioning ‘Are you seeing this?’

“Uh, hi there… little girl?” Sole winced. Scaling themselves for posing that as a question. “Do you live here?” A rather stupid thing to ask. Of course she lived here, why else would she be standing in the attic with nothing but a torn blue dress.

Hancock raised a brow at Sole. “Really?”

“Shut up,” Sole snapped in a low voice, a bit embarrassed. They were good with Shaun as a baby - not so much with random kids. It was weird to Sole once Shaun was born. They seemed to know just how to handle him, but not even one clue how to handle other children.

One step through the threshold of the attic sent the girl running. Sole jumped, “Wait! It’s okay, we’re not-” She disappeared behind some trash stacked almost to the ceiling. “Dammit, come on.”

Entering the attic Sole and Hancock followed the path of the little girl in blue. Hancock pointed to a door beside the boxes, no other possible way out. Sole frowned, looking around again. That door looked old, like it would make a lot of noise opening and closing. When the girl ran it was silent, so did she actually leave through the door or was there something they were missing?

Hancock took the lead, heading straight for the door and throwing it open despite all the traps they had seen in the house so far. As he was going to step through the door, he noticed a distinct lack of… well, doorway.

“Uh, what the hell?” Sole neared Hancock.

The ghoul searched the wall, a brick wall, no plausible way to get through it. “Did she just hide in here?” Hancock turned around, only to see Sole shake their head.

Hancock looked to the creaking floor boards a moment, then back to the wall. Sole looking up and down the wall too. “What the hell did I take?” Hancock chuckled.

MacCready:The house was finally over. He didn’t like it at all, aside from the speaking going on and on about some family that lived here pre-war, there were lazy traps all over the place. They found out it was just some ex-gunner that wanted to sit in the master bedroom and wait for people to kill themselves on his traps.

It wasn’t until Sole brought MacCready up to the attic that they found the only interesting thing in this house. 

Sole took MacCready by the shoulder and pulled him up. “Uh, what?” He was abruptly cut off when Sole pointed to a girl standing in the attic. “Oh, that.” Sole released him, giving him a questioning look.

“Well, I don’t know.” MacCready walked into the attic, planning on handling the little girl. He wanted to be nice about it, ease her out of the attic. He wanted to know if that ex-gunner was her caretaker, her captor, or she was on her own.

He would have tried to talk to her had she not taken off, giggling the entire way. Sole rushed up to MacCready, “We can’t just leave her here, let’s go.” Sole passed the man, hoping to catch her and keep her calm. Which was unlikely since she was probably already a bit scared.

She didn’t sound like it though, with all that giggling. MacCready spotted the door the same time Sole did, it was obvious where she went.

Sole headed straight for the door, grabbing the doorknob when MacCready put his hand on the door to stop it from opening. Answering Sole’s question before they could ask it, “We don’t want to spook her. If she’s in there than she’s hiding or running. Either way, we should just take it slow.”

“So what do you want to do?” Sole released the handle, letting MacCready take the lead. He did, after all, lead a hidden settlement of children. So Sole trusted his caution.

MacCready stepped in front of Sole, leaning to the door. He thought carefully about what to say. He raised his voice, trying to make sure he could be heard through the door. “Hey, hi there.” He winced, “We’re not bad, we’re just lost. Can you help us?”

The two waited, nothing but silence. “Did you know that person downstairs? The adult that stayed here?”

Sole put a hand on their hip. MacCready pursed his lips. “We just want to make sure you’re okay. We won’t make you leave if you don’t want to.” There was absolutely no sound from the other side of the door. “We’re coming in, okay? If you want us to leave just say so.”

Slowly, steadily; MacCready started to open the door. The door made a shrill sound, the hinges rusted badly. He did his best to minimize the noise, knowing it was uncomfortable.

Once the door was open enough, MacCready leaned over to look inside.

His expression fell as he saw nothing but a brick wall. It took him a moment to understand what he was looking at.He heard Sole chuckling behind him. “Well, that was interesting to watch.”

MacCready shook his head and let go of the door. “I tried, what else do you want.” He glanced back to the door that lead no where. “I wonder where she went.”

Nick:He didn’t exactly know a lot about Nuka-World except that it was an amusement park and Sole had been spending a few weeks exploring what it had to offer. Unfortunately, that exploration lead them to this house. Not that it was dangerous, filled with fearsome people or beasts, but rather that it lead no where interesting. A priority for Sole who seemed to enjoy discovering new places.

With Zachariah, who they learned through his terminal, dead and out of the way Sole began to scavenge. Not much that they needed, he assumed, since he had seen at least half the settlements Sole had built for the Minutemen. They were well set up, some large enough to be considered new towns in the commonwealth.

Nick looked up the stairs, coming to follow Sole to the attic. He hadn’t seen a lot other than ammo that Sole would be interested in. Once he saw Sole’s face he realized something was not quite right. He didn’t want to leave Sole up there alone in case Zachariah had friends and caught Sole off guard.

Holding up his pistol he approached Sole’s side cautiously. Sole looked at him and made a low gesture to put away his pistol and nudged their head telling him to come over. Nick did as asked, curious to see what Sole was doing.He found out quickly as the little girl giggled, a sound that felt like it seeped through the rotting walls of Grandchester.

Sole and Nick were unsure what to do exactly, she seemed so normal. Why was she here? What was she doing just standing there?

“Hi there.” Sole started, their voice soft. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Sole and this is Nick. Are you here alone?”

The girl just stood there, a giggle escaping her lips once more. Sole did not like the sound, Nick agreed. Sole and Nick had both read the terminal’s last entry; something about a little girl’s laugh. So he didn’t know her, he couldn’t or he would’ve known the laugh.

“You must be good at hide and go seek, huh?” Nick wanted to approach her pleasantly. “The man downstairs never even knew you were here. You must be very smart.”

The girl rocked on her heels, still not saying anything or moving. Sole gave Nick a shrug, not sure what to do. They didn’t want to scare her, though she didn’t appear like she was worried about them.

“Hey, would you like to-” Nick was going to ask for the girl to show them the house, something familiar for her to connect to. Instead, when he tried to get closer to her, she sprinted away.

Sole hurried up into the room, trying to find the girl. Nick was quick to see the door she must’ve ran into. Looked damaged, but otherwise fine. The other door in the room was boarded up, so this could be a place where she hides.Nick’s right hand tinged on the door knob, his metal fingers just barely holding onto the handle. “We’re coming in, okay?” Sole called over Nick’s shoulder.

He pulled the door open and both of them just stared at a brick wall. “Uhh, Nick?”

“Yeah, I know.” Nick closed the door, contemplative. “Maybe we should just get your stuff and head on out.”

Sole nodded, “Right behind you.”

Piper:“Okay, are we leaving yet?” She was tired of this place. Traps, grenades, flamethrowers, and a crazy guy hiding on the top floor. This house wasn’t exactly on her list of park attractions she wanted to visit. The actual house, traps and murderer excluded, it was uninspired. Some speakers talking about the haunted house, but not doing anything else interesting.

Sole stuffed some extra ammo into their bag, happy with their haul. That was before they saw the door leading to the attic. Once more Sole was alight with intrigue. Piper just followed them, she figured she’d have the extra pockets Sole needed.

Climbing the stairs fast, Sole scanned the metal shelves before turning to a closed door. Thrilled to see there was more to dig through, Sole opened the door and headed in.

Piper approached, rolling her eyes with a grin on her face. Once she got near the door that grin faded, seeing Sole just standing in the doorway. Then there was a sound, a girl’s giggle traveling down the stairs. She was alarmed and came up to Sole’s back, looking over their shoulder.

There stood a little girl, just standing, no indication of what she was thinking. They had entered the house, strangers, she was likely nervous. Piper took over quick, knowing how to handle a little girl that got scared of strangers.

“Hey, are you okay?” Piper started, a gentle smile and sweet voice to comfort the girl. “We didn’t know you lived here, I hope you don’t mind if we visit with you for a bit.”

The girl giggled, a positive sign to Piper. “What’s your name?” Piper neared her, bent down, and offered her hand.

Instead of doing anything Piper expected, the girl ran away behind the junk the gunner had thrown together. She stood up straight, concern etched across her features. “We gotta make sure she’s okay, Blue.”

Sole nodded, recognizing both the girl in potential trouble and Piper’s worries. The two walked quickly to the spot the girl was in, dead center of the room. Piper’s catching the dark wooden door just behind the boxes. “There, she’s gotta be in there.”

Piper was quick to turn the handle, but only slowly cracked the door. She didn’t open it all the way, just wanted to speak through it for the moment. “It’s okay, we’re not here to hurt you. We just want to-” The door opened enough to let light in. She was stunned to see nothing but wall behind the door.

“Uhh, Blue?” Piper felt Sole’s hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah, I see.”

Piper turned out, inhaled deeply and exhaled calmly. “Okay, that’s it. Blue, I’ve had enough of this house.” She was supported by Sole, who took her out of the Grandchester, leaving the strange house behind.

Preston:Though he never let his laser musket out of his hands while in the Grandchester, he didn’t feel like there were anymore blind corners. Right now he just waited, letting the General do whatever they wanted. He always watched their back while they dug through trash to find something valuable. An impressive perk Sole consistently surprised him with.

Preston was also thankful for it, because it had built many of the settlements Sole saved, established, and built into a sustainable home for many travelers. Trade routes began to flourish, the commonwealth was slowly becoming a safer place.

All thanks to Sole’s ability to find double packed duct tape to hold it all together.

Preston smiled and shook his head slowly. He was happy to travel with the Minutemen’s General, quite the honor even though Preston insisted on Sole being in the position. Sole believed Preston deserved it, but it was last thing Preston wanted. He liked being out in the field, he liked fighting on the ground and maintaining safety for everyone.

As Sole discovered and climbed the stairs to the attic, Preston dutifully followed his friend to the very top of the Grandchester. Sole was certainly excited to see what the ex-gunner had stockpiled in the attic.

Once that door swung open all that excitement turned to confusion. Preston came shoulder to shoulder with Sole, inspecting the room.

There, center of the room, stood a young girl with a tattered blue dress with white lace. Preston just assumed she was here with the ex-gunner, but he didn’t want to ask why. A whole lot of reasons were possible and only a few of them any decent.

She giggled, an impressively menacing sound considering the stature of the girl. Preston felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. “Well, that’s creepy.”

Sole gave him a ‘Really.’ look.

“Right.” Preston cleared his throat, “Uh, hey there, little girl.”

Another look from Sole, “We’re here looking for something nice for our friends. Do you mind if we come in? It’s okay if you say no.” Sole took over a moment, trying to assure the girl they were not threatening her.

The girl just turned and ran, alerting the two Minutemen. “Aw man.” Preston sighed, the duo coming up to see where she went. They didn’t mean to frighten her, but that giggling certainly gave them a strange chill.

Sole saw the door first, tapping Preston’s arm to show him. They neared the door, Preston stayed where the door would open and Sole behind the door. Giving Preston a confirming nod, Sole reached out and slowly turned the doorknob.

Preston leaned his musket against the wall, not wanting to scare her. Once the door was opened Preston leaned around the door frame.

He opened his mouth to tell Sole there was nothing but a brick wall, but thought about how to explain it. Preston moved from his cover and reached for the door, gesturing Sole to come around.

Once Sole saw, they both closed the door carefully.

“General?” Preston started, his tone flat.

“Yeah, Preston?” Sole blinked, no real inflection to his voice.

Preston pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “Let’s leave.”

“Okay.”

[farklelucas]

all about the lesbian sea pirate

ahsjdkflg okay im gonna do the first section above the cut and the rest under

send me an oc and some numbers pls!! | here are my ocs!

Section 1 - About:

1. Briefly Describe your OC: Appearance, personality, role in a story, etc..

okay so!! hana is half-japanese, half-german, she’s got short/spiky black hair and fucking Huge brown eyes. she’s the protagonist of a thus-unwritten pirate love story and i fucking love her. she’s superbly socially awkward (doesn’t get customs like politeness or like asking before doing things asdjkfl), she’s a Romantic romantic, she loves sword-fighting, she was raised by her father (alongside three older half-brothers, though she was chosen as the heir to his ship which hmm pissed two of them off), she’s very much butch/tomboy, she loves adventure and sailing so fucking much, uhhh yeah her.

2. Briefly describe their backstory/childhood

like i said, she was raised by her dad, who she idolizes, along with her three brothers on the sea; she never knew her mother, because her father told her that she died giving birth to hana (or did she….? hm. maybe hana’s dad is just shitty?). she was always super excited to play and go on adventures and fight, especially with her three older brothers (only one of whom actually like. liked her.), and by the time she was old enough to hold a sword, her dad taught her how to. eventually, her dad became ill, and named hana, who was only 16, his successor. her two eldest brothers planned a mutiny to overthrow her, killing the other brother who protested. hana fought them but they escaped with half her treasure, promising to come back and kill her, and she’s spent the past six years seeking them out to defeat them.

3. Describe their family life and friends.

i mean i pretty much nailed her family, but she’s very close to all the crew. i’ll give you a quick rundown: there’s caspian, her first mate/quartermaster (grew up on the ship with her, an orphan who was stolen in one of the raids, searching out his lost family but is also a big time goof), dover, her “advisor”/sailing master (wise, lazy, arrogant, bitchy, basically her pseudo-father because her father was usually off being captain), darya, her gunner (slutty bisexual aromantic queen, runs the artillery AND the under deck gambling ring, always drunk, loyal to a fault especially to hana), and zarya (we’ll get to her later ;)) and the other lower-ranking crew members.

4. What is the world they come from like?

hmmm very mystical and mysterious, very “pirates are bad and suck and we dont like them even though they’re not usually bad” but. you know. hana is still an outlaw of the land. there are mermaids and sirens and cracken and curses so it’s better to assume that if its magical it exists.

5. Are they original or exist in a certain fandom?

original!!

6. Are they an introvert or extrovert?

extroverted babey

7. Greatest fear?

being unable to sail but also, later on, (SPOILERS) being arrogant and greedy and malicious like her father

8. What’s their sense of humor like?

honestly just fucking. stupid. she probably likes puns and like dirty jokes.

9. Favorite pieces of fiction or genres they enjoy?

i dont think she can read???? but her third eldest brother bourne would usually tell her princess stories and she liked those

10. Favorite music genres?

folk ig

11. Describe their vision of a perfect spouse, if applicable.

a tall, beautiful, kindhearted woman, who sees past the pirate savagery and sees her heart beneath; a woman who can rule the sea alongside her and knows how to handle her and keep her in check. (looks at zarya meaningfully)

12. Largest regret?

not being able to save bourne

13. Something your OC would say?

my quote for her in her bio is “what am i without adventure?” but i also imagine her saying to zarya, “you are more celestial than the stars, my love, and twice as beautiful to behold.”

14. Whats their morality like?

technically lawful good but could be a roulette wheel depending on the day

15. Would they live in a city, rural area, or suburb?

oof none but if she had to probably rural

16. Which actor would you like to portray your OC? (Or a voice actor)

sjskdldldl my face claim is jen ruggirello

17. Sexuality? Gender Identity?

lesbian baby!!!!!

18. What inspired you to make this character?

honestly?? probably a lack of rep in romance and adventure novels. i just love her!!!

Section 2 - If…

1. If they existed in another decade, what would they wear? (Asker can choose what decade) (Bonus points if you draw them!)

hmmm ill pick… current day tbh, and i imagine lots of overalls and baggy sweaters!

2. If they were in a RPG, what would be their class?

i have to imagine somewhere between paladin and a fighter, im not sure which.

3. If they received a large amount of money no strings attached, what would they use it for?

i honestly think she would just. go into the nearest village and buy all the local hungry children bread. like she wouldn’t horde it or spend it on herself. she has everything she needs.

4. If they competed on a competitive TV show, how would they approach to winning? (the “mean” one, the one who makes friends, the one who’s there for fun)

hm… i honestly dont even think she would think about it like that dkdkflfl. probably the charming one, the leader, the adorkable one.

5. If they could change one thing about their past, what would it be?

i think she would choose to keep in contact with her mother. not necessarily live with her, because then she wouldnt have her first love which is the sea, but just like. talk to her. know her better. go see her every few months. write her from different ports about their adventures.

6. If you met them, what would they do?

i would honestly probably be so fucking charmed by her. shes got that way about her, a leadership quality you can’t shake, even if shes really incredibly awkward too.

7. If your character exists in another series’ world, what would they be doing/look like?

i kind of imagine her in harry potter as like. this half blood gryffindor who’s So Gryffindor it hurts. on the quidditch team, always screaming about house pride, everyone loves her. and then she goes and falls in love with this muggle born slytherin and shakes the whole school dkdkkrklr

Section 3 - Other:

1. What other OCs would they get along with?

oh… i think it’s kind of cheap to say jack, because they’re both pirates, but honestly i think they’d get on like a house on fire. other than that… definitely michael minkus, who would make an epic first mate, and lucy stilinksi-hale, who she would probably wanna smash.

2. What’s their singing voice like?

bad. comically bad. she tries to sing to zarya sometimes and zarya locks her out of their room.

3. Take a personality test as the character. Post results.

okay so ive already taken a couple for her in the past (ex: gryffindor, entj, the motivator, etc.) so im gonna take a completely benign one off buzzfeed and post the results. so if she were a song off of thank you next she would be “bad idea” skskkdkd

4. What would be their fighting style in a fighting game like Mortal Kombat, Super Smash Brothers, or Street Fighter?

to outsmart her opponent, think two moves ahead of theirs just like in real life. jokes on her no one else is ever thinking skdkkfkfl

5. What are some mannerisms/quirks?

putting her feet up on tables, walking into rooms without invitation, holing up in her cabin for days working, smirking instead of smiling, smoking, docking in random cities for the thrill of adventure, wearing her blouses nearly completely unbuttoned, just taking things and enforcing sharing bc. she’s always shared everything with everyone naturally and she doesnt know to ask djdkfkfk

6. Describe their favorite meal.

honestly she’ll eat anything but just like. a Nice leg of mutton and a glass of beer. that’s it. that’s the dream.

7. What do they do when they’re bored?

her favorite activity is to randomly attack caspian and have impromptu sword fights with him, but she also loves stargazing and telling stories to the town children.

8. How do they express love/affection for someone?

honestly she’s very. nuzzley. soft. like a little kitten. also waxes poetic. at least romantically. platonically, shes usually like a dad friend sjdkkrlr. like im talking “attaboy” and punches on the arm. pep talks. dad voice. the whole nine yards.

9. Most embarrassing thing that could/has happened to them?

honestly, she’s not easily embarrassed ever. i think she’s kind of just like meh over most things. the most embarrassing thing that could happen would be losing the respect of her crew. she would hate that so much.

10. Make a portrait sketch of them!

[5hfanfiction]

The Golden Rose - Chapter 10

The two girls parted their lips slowly. Neither of them wanted to lose the soft, warm sensation they were currently feeling on their lip, but both of them needed air. Lauren pulled her bottom lip in-between in her teeth and stared down at Camila’s plump lips.

Lauren didn’t know what got into her. Just earlier she was telling Normani how it didn’t feel right to just kiss her, but now she is standing inches away from the lips she just touched. She didn’t know what to think or how to feel. The only thing she really did know was how bad she wanted to kiss her again. Her thoughts were all over the place, but they quickly got interrupted when she heard a stifle laugh coming from the brown-eyed girl in front of her.

“Sorry,” Camila quickly replied before pulling her lips in.

“Don’t be,” Lauren said awkwardly as she ran her fingers through her thick hair. “I should go.”

“Lauren, stop,” Camila said as she reached out to grab Lauren’s hand. “I didn’t mean to laugh. This all just seems like a scene you’d only find in a book or something.”

“Oh,” Lauren said as she became flustered. 

“I liked it,” Camila said as leaned her weight against her doorframe. 

“You did?” Lauren asked, perking up. 

“I don’t lie, but geez, you should’ve gotten me food or something first,” the brown-eyed girl teased. 

“I got you some snacks before I came,” Lauren admitted. “I wasn’t sure if I should bring them up or not, so I ended up leaving them in my car." 

"What did you get me?”

“Come with me and find out." 

"I hope this isn’t some devious plan of yours to kidnap me,” Camila said as she placed the bouquet down on the kitchen counter. She slipped on a pair of black Adidas slides and grabbed her keys before following behind Lauren. 

“It’s not kidnapping if you come willingly.”

“Stop being smart,” Camila huffed as they walked down the long hallway to the elevator. 

“Isn’t smart attractive?”

“Shush,” Camila said as she pressed the down button. “So what snacks did you bring me?”

“I told you, you’ll see when we get down there,” Lauren answered as the bell to elevator rang. 

“Why must you make me wait? You didn’t wait to kiss me.”

Lauren blushed at Camila’s comment as she stepped onto the elevator. She didn’t know exactly how to reply to it. Thankfully Camila started talking again.

“So what exactly does this make us? Are we together? Was it a one time thing? Or is it just complicated?”

Lauren thought about it for a second before replying. “We’ll see.”

“We’ll see?” Camila questioned.

“Yeah,” Lauren replied as they walked off the elevator and towards Lauren’s car. She unlocked her car door and held it open for Camila. “Get in.”

“Get in?!”

“Yeah,” Lauren nodded. “Get in. I’m taking you on a date.”

“Lauren, I’m not dressed to go out. Everything about me is a literal mess right now.”

“You look beautiful to me and that’s all that matters. Now please get your butt in the car.”

Camila decided to keep her mouth shut and slid into the passenger seat. Lauren shut the door behind her and walked around to her side of the car. She slid into her seat and handed Camila a few candy bars and a small bag of Chex mix she had bought earlier. 

“These are for you, but don’t eat them yet because I don’t want you spoiling your lunch.”

“Thanks,” Camila smiled as she looked down at her favorite candies in her hand; Twix, KitKats, and Twizzlers.

“You’re welcome,” Lauren said, glancing over at Camila for a split second before focusing on backing out of her parking spot.

“Where are you taking me for lunch?”

“McDonalds,” Lauren replied as she waited for her turn to turn onto the main road.

“Yummy,” Camila replied sarcastically with a slight laugh. 

“I’m being serious.”

“Okay Lauren.”

“You think I’m joking, don’t you?”

“I do. You couldn’t possibly take a girl to McDonald’s for the first date.”

“I can and I am.”

Camila went along with it until she watched as Lauren pulled into the McDonald’s parking lot. The smile on her face quickly turned into a straight face. She was waiting for Lauren to circle around the parking lot and tell her she was kidding, but instead Lauren pulled into one of the empty parking spots. 

“I’ll let you pick something off the main menu instead of the value menu.”

“Oh, how sweet of you,” Camila joked as they stepped out of the car. 

Their date to McDonald’s was more fun than Camila anticipated besides the part where Lauren ate all ten of the fries that came with her chicken nugget Happy Meal. They eventually found themselves tangled up on Camila’s couch where they continued having their random, but fun conversation while sneaking in a few kisses here and there.

“We have a field trip coming up,” Lauren said, breaking the silence between them. She wrapped Camila’s black locks around her finger and steadily watched as she continued the conversation. “Are you excited?”

“Well it depends on who is in my group.”

“Who do you want in your group?”

“Maybe we should start with who I don’t want in my group.”

“The trouble twins?” Lauren asked, knowing full well how no one wants both of them in a group.

“That sounds horrible when you said it out loud.”

“It does,” Lauren nodded as she unwrapped Camila’s hair from her finger before she rewrapped it. “I was thinking of splitting them up because they’re a completely different people when they’re away from each other. It all depends on if their mother comes. She’s one of those twin moms that hates having them separated from each other no matter how much we tell her that it will benefit everyone gratefully. Why else do you think they sit next to each other when we do table work? It’s painful not being able to separate them.”

“She signed up on the parent volunteer list, so I take it they won’t be separated and I don’t want them or her,” Camila said as she pulled away from Lauren slightly to flip herself around. Her head gently laid against Lauren’s breast and the rhythm of her heartbeat gave Camila the completeness that she didn’t know was missing. 

“She won’t come. She’ll sign up and you can choose her, but I know better than to choose her. I’ve learned from Ally that she won’t show up." 

"I thought you put her on the schedule?”

“I did to make her happy, but I also have backup care just in case.”

“You’re prepared,” Camila laughed slightly as she reached up and ran the back of her fingers against Lauren’s jawline. 

“You have to be. You never know what will happen and you don’t want to risk things when you’re dealing with other people’s children,” Lauren replied as she stared down into Camila’s memorizing eyes. “You should’ve been there last year. Lucy called out at the last minute because she was hungover and we were short on parent chaperones, so as you could imagine I had my hands full with trying to not only keep track of my class but Lucy’s class as well." 

"I really don’t know what you saw in her,” Camila admitted honestly. From the few stories she heard of Lucy - mostly from Dinah and Diane - she sounded like a horrible person. She has yet to hear anything positive about the girl. 

“I’m really not sure either. All she ever was, was a mere crush and a friend. I was never in love with her no matter how hard I tried to tell myself I am. The night she was killed-”

“You don’t have to go into that, Laur,” Camila said, stopping the green-eyed girl from going into the tragedy. The last thing she wanted was for Lauren to be triggered again. 

“I want to talk about it,” Lauren assured. She was never a very open person and never talked in detailed about the tragedy, even to people she’s know her entire life. With Camila, everything felt natural. She felt the comfort and security that she never felt from other people. “I lost a best friend that night. Watching someone die in front of you fucks you up in ways no one knows unless they’ve gone through it. Nobody knows that though. They all think I heard about her death while in the hospital.”

“Have you tried to tell anybody?” Camila asked curiously before stopping herself, afraid of crossing any line. “Wait, don’t answer that.”

“I haven’t,” Lauren answered as she used her right hand to cup Camila chiseled face. It felt like an elephant had been lifted off her chest and she could finely breathe again. “I attempted to tell Ally one time, but I wasn’t ready. Besides, I hate bothering her with my problems.”

“I’m sure she doesn’t mind. She the most sincere, welcoming person I ever met. On my first day she greeted me with a basket full of chocolate and a bear hug. It was quite the welcome." 

"That’s Ally,” Lauren laughed. “She’s everyone’s favorite. Honestly, if it weren’t for her and Brent the three-year-old room would have a lot less children.”

“Brent is a quiet one." 

Over the past month of working at the school, Camila only had one conversation with the blue-eyed boy. The conversation only consisted of two sentences because Camila was in a rush to get the snacks into the classroom. Since then, Camila has only seen him in passing or if she’s over at Lauren’s place. 

"He’s pretty reserved,” Lauren nodded in agreement. “I don’t really know much about him either except for the fact he was friends with Lucy. They were actually kinda close, probably even dated a time or two. She never really disclosed on the matter but you could tell. Everyone could tell,” Lauren said, pursing her lips before continuing. “Lucy once told me he was placed into a foster home right before kindergarten due to his mother overdosing while he was in the car. Then during sometime in second grade his foster family adopted him and they were this picture perfect family. He doesn’t talk much about his foster family, it’s kind of a sore subject. All I know is he doesn’t talk to them anymore. I don’t know what happened to tarnish their relationship. A part of me is curious and the other part is telling me to respect his boundaries. He moved in with us after Lucy’s death for a number of reasons. He’s a strange dude, but I like him. We all like to call him our big brother even though he’s the second youngest." 

Camila didn’t know how to respond after hearing a story like that. Is there even an appropriate response after hearing someone’s hardships? Everything that came to mind was a cliché response others say for empathy, but it never seems to help the ones struggling.

"Just try to keep talking to him. He’s also very shy and hardly strikes up a conversation with anyone. He’s really amazing once you get to know him,” Lauren shared. “I feel like you two would easily become friends and make my life a living hell,” she laughed. 

“It’s fun messing with you,” Camila smirked as she slowly pushed herself up. She was now hovering over the green-eyed girl with only inches separating their lips. 

“Camz,” Lauren gulped as she her eyes moved from Camila’s sparkling brown eyes down to her luscious plumped lips. 

“Yes?”

“Kiss me.”

Camila slowly lowered her head down until her lips were nearly centimeter away. Lauren’s heart felt like a cannon waiting to explode as Camila came closer. She never wanted anything from anybody as bad as she wanted a kiss from Camila right now. With a smirk still on her lips, Camila dodged Lauren’s lips and started placing various kisses all over Lauren’s face. 

“Camila,” Lauren whined as she tried to move her head away. “I want a kiss on my lips.”

“Yes babe.”

“Woah, Camilita, what have I told you about having sex on my couch,” Diane said as she caught Lauren and Camila mid kiss.

“We-we-we weren’t,” Camila stammered as she rolled off Lauren.

“Calm down little sis,” Diane laughed as she grabbed the pitcher of sweet tea out of the fridge. “I see you found your girl, Lauren.”

“Uh, yeah, I did,” Lauren replied as she pushed herself up. 

“It’s about time,” Diane said, grabbing a cup out of cupboard and filling it to the brim with tea. “Well I’ll let you two go back to whatever you were doing, but if you’re going to have sex at least take it to your room.”

“Bye Diane,” Camila said throwing a pillow at her sister. 

“Be careful Lauren. She’s a little rough,” Diane said as she kicked the pillow away and disappeared into her room. 

“Sisters are so annoying,” Camila groaned as she climbed back onto the couch. “Now where were we?”

“Camz, you don’t think she’s going to tell anybody do you?” Lauren asked as she lightly pushed Camila away. 

Lauren’s not embarrassed of Camila or whatever their relationship may be, but the thought of unnecessary rumors flying around work scared her. She wanted to keep her next relationship private, and with Diane knowing, that private relationship she desires won’t be as private.

“Nothing that nobody already doesn’t know. All we were doing was kissing, but if you’re really that worried I can talk to her,” Camila said, trying to bring comfort.

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to talk to her.”

“You sure?” Camila questioned, feeling Lauren was still a bit uncomfortable.

“I’m sure,” Lauren said as she lowered herself back down onto the couch.

“Now where were we?”

—

Hi guys!

Sorry this took me forever to update. I’ve been busy with school, work, and other personal problems which delayed my writing. I’m back though and slowly working on more updates. 

I hope you have a super, amazing, wonderful day/night!

- Ashley 

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[themyskira]

Some disordered (spoilery) thoughts on the movie

Some things that I liked

Kid Diana racing through the streets, lighting up with excitement as she watches the warriors train. The not-at-all-innocent “hello, Mother” when Hippolyta catches her out (literally).

An active, bustling Amazon society. Amazons going about their days. Amazons sparring together, Amazons taking pleasure in one another’s company.

Diana’s compassion. Her instant willingness to risk her own life in the face of others’ suffering. 

“I am willing to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. Like you once did.” “You know that if you choose to leave us, you can never return.” “Who will I be if I stay?”

Hippolyta’s love and grief and pride. The parting gift of Antiope’s headband -- the iconic tiara.

Diana’s palpable delight in the little things -- The sight of a baby. Snow. Dancing. Celebrating townsfolk. The taste of ice cream.

(The ice cream moment, by the way -- so, so, so much better than the comic book scene it’s derived from, which was actually awful.)

Her refusal to walk past injustices or to sacrifice individuals for the greater good. Steve, the military intelligence man, forces himself to ignore the suffering civilians and focus on the mission, which will ultimately prevent greater suffering. Diana can’t accept that, won’t accept that. No other relief is coming for these people. She steps out into No Man’s Land.

Facing Ares at the last with that simple, powerful conviction: for all the darkness in human hearts, there is also the capacity for great love, and she’ll fight for that every day if she has to.

The use of the BvS quote in the trailer is thoroughly misleading: this isn’t the story of why Diana walked away from mankind. It’s the story of why she continues to fight for humanity, believing in people’s ability to rise above their darker impulses.

Some things that I did not like

DIANA IS A RASH, NAIVE IDIOT.

And yes, this is a young Diana, an untested Diana on her first journey into Man’s World. I realise that. I expect her to screw up, to misjudge things and have her preconceptions challenge. I expect there to be a learning curve.

Even allowing for that, the Diana in this movie is a complete dickhead.

She’s an adult who still believes in fairy tales. She thinks that humans are completely good and pure, and only the corruption of outside forces causes them to do bad things.

Over the course of the movie, she is continually confronted with situations that challenge this view. She meets good people who have done bad things -- people who don’t always have the luxury of standing up for principles, and people who’ve made terrible choices for right reasons. She witnesses and learns of corruption, discrimination and dispossession. Again and again and again.

And she learns nothing from any of this.

Because when she thinks she’s killed Ares (and oh, I’ll get to that bit of stupid), she is shocked -- shocked -- that people don’t immediately lay down their weapons.

And when Steve floats the possibility that maybe, maybe war is just a little more complicated that “the devil made them do it”, she can't fucking deal with it and decides “FUCK Y’ALL, YOU DON’T DESERVE MY HELP. NEVER MIND THE INNOCENT BYSTANDERS I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT BEFORE, THEY CAN ALL FUCKING BURN. IF HUMANS AREN’T PERFECT CREATURES OF VIRTUE THEN THEY DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE.”

but no I don’t think I’ve adequately explained what an absolute boneheaded twit this woman is.

Her naivety goes beyond the usual fish-out-of-water hijinks. She has no awareness of the people around her. She cannot make intuitive leaps. She doesn’t take on board what she’s told. She has no interest in planning or considering the consequences of her actions, which means that Steve’s constantly trailing one step behind her lecturing her about how she can’t do whatever it is she's about to do.

“OH NO I DON’T NEED A PLAN I’LL JUST RUN INTO THE PARTY AND MURDER A DUDE AND THEN THE WAR WILL MAGICALLY END I SEE NO REASON TO TALK ABOUT THIS FURTHER THERE IS NOTHING THAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG IN THIS EQUATION”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE NEED TO THINK THIS THROUGH. WHY WOULD WE SECURE THE POISON MURDERGAS AND PREVENT IT FROM BEING DEPLOYED AGAINST ANYBODY WHEN WE COULD KILL A GUY ON A HUNCH I HAD INSTEAD. GOD STEVEN IT’S LIKE YOU’RE TRYING TO STOP ME FROM ENDING THE WAR”

She comes to the conclusion that General Ludendusseldorfendorf is Ares in disguise based solely on the fact that he is he one spearheading the German murdergas project, and obviously humans are not capable of doing evil things on their own, and it’s not like there are hundreds of other people involved in the production of these weapons or at least there are but she doesn’t know any of their names so she can probably pre-emptively rule them out and just go murder Ludenhoodendooden.

Sure, it helps that Ludenhorfledorf is an absurd cartoon villain of the sort who is prone to cackling maniacally and shooting his own men at random. Who, when Diana finally comes face-to-face with him, spends most of the conversation talking about the massive hard-on he has for war and slaughter and Ares specifically. But you kinda want to be sure before you jump to the dramatic speechifying and righteous murdering.

Gary Oldman Ares is awful. Everything about the gods is awful. Ares murdering all the gods. Zeus as a loving, self-sacrificing, pseudo-Christian god. Zeus replacing the role of the goddesses in the Amazons’ story. Ares describing himself as the god of truth URGH. The utter bullshit of Ares’ “boooooo humans are assholes, I want them all to die so much so that the world can be decent again” urgh fuck off mate you are such a disappointing villain.

And could anybody else figure out the logic in his ranting? because fuck knows it’s still eluding me. “oooooohhh I have so much faith in humans’ ability to fuck themselves and everybody else over that I’m actually helping to negotiate Armistice! I’m literally doing everything I can to stop the war because I know that in the end it will have no effect and humans will bomb each other into oblivion! and I won’t have had anything to do with their destruction! Sure, I very deliberately put the tools for mass slaughter in the hands of the select few people in this war who had both the desire and the power to use them, thus giving them the ability to overpower the majority who had turned their efforts to peace, and to escalate the conflict against the wishes of their leaders! But really it’s humanity as a whole that is the asshole here!”

Dr Poison is more plot device than character. She has no backstory, no arc and no personality. She’s a generic evil minion whose only pleasure in life comes from devising new ways to murder people with chemicals. She is wasted.

If Etta Candy were a rose by any other name, I might have liked her. I like Lucy Davis as an actress, and though I found the character a bit... overly quirky-loveable-British-comic-relief-girl... it was nice for Diana to have a potential female friend in what was (outside of Themyscira) a very male-dominated cast, and it would have been nice for them to interact more.

My sticking point with the character is that she was supposed to be Etta Candy. Who will always be, in my head, a fierce, fabulous, fearless, ass-kicking Texan lady. Quirky British “we use our principles, although I am not averse to engaging in fisticuffs should the occasion arise” haha jolly good... ain’t gonna cut it for me. Though I acknowledge that this is getting into nitpicking.

Steve annoyed the shit out of me. He is both the brains and the heart of the movie. He is the one who ultimately teaches Diana to love humanity, to fight for them, to be a hero. Diana wants to help end the war, but Steve’s words are what spur her to defy her mother’s forbiddance. She throws herself into the fight against Ares, but Steve’s sacrifice and the love and dedication behind it are what empower her to defeat him. She wants to help from the start, but it’s Steve who teaches her not to fight for people because they “deserve” it, but because it’s the right thing to do. It’s Steve who teaches Diana true compassion.

Throughout the film, Steve is the one trailing after Diana trying in vain to make her see reason. He’s the one making the plans to actually stop Ludendude from committing chemical genocide while Diana is crashing from scene to scene all “OKAY I WILL GO END THE WAR NOW. WHICH WAY IS THE WAR AGAIN?”

Steve is smarter, more understanding, more competent and more compassionate than Diana.

Also, after Diana sees Steve naked he spends the next two or three scenes anxiously assuring her that his dick is, in fact, larger than average.

(Diana knows about sex because she’s read all the books, urgh)

The sword is a misdirect: the weapon Zeus left the Amazons to counter Ares is Diana herself. Kind of cool as a general concept, except that this effectively replaces Diana’s “brought into being by a mother’s love” origin with one in which she is a weapon bequeathed by the Supreme Patriarch. Also, the foreshadowing of this was the exact opposite of subtle, taking some of the power out of the eventual revelation.

This origin also means that Diana is the only child on Themyscira, which adds to this whole... woman-child thing about her that I really don’t like. Because the movie requires her to go from “why are those people holding hands? because they’re together? well, you and I are together, why shouldn’t we hold hands? what do you mean it’s not the same? of course I know about sex I have read lots of books about human biology” to fucking (and, the implication is, losing her virginity to) Steve and... euuugh.

also 140 minutes is a fucking slog, man.

idk there is probably more to say but I feel like I’ve stopped being coherent.

[hawkland]

Dear RarePair Creator

Thank you for offering one of my requests! I’m very excited to see what you will create, no matter which of my requested ships you go for.  It’s all under the cut.

General Likes:

Vacation/travel stories. Being unable to travel this past year+ thanks to covid-19 has me desperate to explore and live vicariously through my favorite characters! So I’d love a story involving travel to somewhere new (to them). It could be a romantic getaway/honeymoon trip to somewhere special - and I love it when an author “takes me” to a favorite city/place of their own. Or two friends just going on an escapade together, maybe one sensing the other needs some time away from a stressful situation or workplace.

Smutty likes: I love extended kissing scenes, frottage, light restraint play, sharing-one-bed-for-~reasons~-ooops-how-did-we-wake-up-cuddling, bathing/caretaking an injured partner-turns-erotic, desperate/reunion sex.

Canon-divergent AUs - I’m always good with fix-its, shifts in canon that only change one thing and see what happens next or instead.

Cooking & food as an act of caretaking/showing affection - I love it when a character tries to prepare a favorite meal for their loved one (whether they succeed or not!) Food as a symbol of love or desire, meals as a time for opening up/having heartfelt discussions, etc.

Hurt/comfort scenarios - caretaking, desperately trying to save a loved one, confessions brought on by altered states/fear of imminent death...love them all!

Wingfic - for any of my angel ships and requests. Love stories and art involving their wings - as erogenous zones, needing TLC after an injury or molting.

Do Not Wants:

A/B/O dynamics, mating heats. (I do like Supernatural fics that explore Castiel and the angels having bird-like behaviors and instincts, however.)

animal abuse/death

anything related to pregnancy/childbirth/kidfic

formalized BDSM relationships

scat/watersports

unrequested alternative-universe scenarios such as high school/mundane/genderswap/coffee shop/fantasy/etc. 

Completely sad endings/permanent character death or injury that isn’t part of canon

Rape/non-con between requested characters. Dubious consent is fine in situations like magic spells/possession/fuck-or-die, however.

SUPERNATURAL

Well, I’m a hopeless Casgirl if it’s not obvious from my requests. I just want my angel to be happy and get some of the love and affection he deserves.

Castiel/Indra (Supernatural) - This is kind of a silly one, but Indra the day-drinking playground guard was one of my favorite one-off angel characters. Poor guy stuck by his lonesome as Heaven is failing and not doing a good job of getting drunk. I kind of like the idea of Cas stopping by every once in a while just to talk to him, maybe try to get some gossip on Heaven but also simply for the company. Heck, maybe Cas drags him away for a little gay angel adventure! To show him he can have some fun on Earth too, beyond the play set (though, some kinky fun on the ladders and slide wouldn’t be a bad idea either.)

Castiel/Mick Davies (Supernatural) Castiel/Mick Davies/Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Cas and Mick absolutely deserved at least a one-off hot sex fling. Or even something more than that? I’d love to see them working some kind of case together and Mick slowly getting Cas to open up and trust him. Give me an AU where Mick doesn’t die, or perhaps Cas visiting him in Heaven? (Could be post-canon when Jack has brought back Cas to help him, but before Dean dies?)

For the threesome, would love Mick somehow working on getting Dean to admit his feelings for Cas by setting up a situation for them to need to have sex all together. Or a fuck-or-die situation where Mick is perfectly happy to be in the middle of a Dean & Cas sandwich while Dean is freaking out over the whole thing.

Castiel/Mary Winchester (Supernatural) - watching season 12 gave me weird Mary/Cas vibes at times, I don’t even know. But maybe it’s something about them both being “displaced” individuals - Cas always struggling to understand human behavior and emotions, Mary struggling to figure out the modern world and how to be a mother to two now grown men. I’d enjoy something exploring that, or seeking mutual comfort during the time when Dean & Sam are in prison and seemingly lost to them.

Castiel/Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester (Supernatural) - Can’t go wrong with Purgatory threesome smut, especially if there’s some jealousy and one-upmanship between Cas and Benny over Dean. It could have been fun seeing them interact post-Purgatory, too, maybe in an AU where Benny doesn’t end up dying/returning to Purgatory. Where it’s taken a long time for Cas to fully warm up to the vampire but eventually they find they have a lot in common besides loving Dean. (Both rejecting, to a large extent, who they are supposed to be as angel and vampire and instead choosing human connection?)

Anael/Castiel (Supernatural) - I like these two as casual (fallen) angel friends/fuck buddies. Just the idea that Cas has this one angel friend who is off doing her own thing, like he is, and they may not see eye-to-eye but they have a respect for each other’s choices and ways of doing things.  So I’d love a story where they’re maybe working some kind of case/investigation together and, oh yeah, just happen to have sex because they’re both lonely and enjoy the connection even if it isn’t anything super serious.  Alternatively, I wouldn’t mind something angsty set post 15x03 in the divorce arc—Cas goes to Anael when he’s at his lowest, maybe even hopeful that somehow she can help get Jack back? Or ease his pain? And it ends up turning into physical/sexual comfort.

Castiel/Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester (Supernatural) - I love the chaos twins Cas & Sam fucking around and finding out! And maybe needing Rowena to help them get out of some stupid bad sex/magic bind they’ve gotten themselves into. Or, Rowena and Sam are trying to work a spell together but they need a “special ingredient” that only an angel can provide...good thing they have their good buddy Cas around to help out...

CROSSOVER FANDOMS

Castiel (Supernatural TV)/Amenadiel (Lucifer Netflix)

This is one ship where I wouldn’t mind some bonding over being dads/kidfic surrounding Cas being Jack’s dad and Amenadiel being Charlie’s dad? Like, maybe they actually bond/work together as some dark force/being is crossing dimensions to kill nephilim? Otherwise any kind of situation where one gets transported to the other’s universe and is shocked by how different it is, and they grow closer while working to sort things out.

Castiel (Supernatural TV)/Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer Netflix)

Cas gets stuck in Lucifer’s world and can’t believe this version of Luci is actually...kind of nice? Understanding of why Cas didn’t want to just be a soldier for Heaven but found his own way with humanity?

Castiel (Supernatural TV)/Dean Winchester (Supernatural TV)/Lucifer (Lucifer Netflix)

More universe hopping shenanigans. Maybe Cas & Dean are tying to summon their Lucifer to trap him (or to get something they need for a spell to locate/save  Jack from something)...and they end up with this other Lucifer instead? And he’s so charming and different they just can’t resist a little threesome fun. Or maybe Lucifer orchestrates to get Cas & Dean together via a threesome when he sees how much they’re pining for each other.

LAW & ORDER: SVU

John Munch/Odafin “Fin” Tutuola 

Munch/Fin is one of my eternal OTPs so I’m forever happy to see something new featuring them! I’m always good for procedural/case-fics where they get together, or their established relationship is/puts them in danger. And this is one request where I’d love to read some AU-Genre or setting shift, reimagining them in some other situation besides police work. I’ve always loved the idea of John hosting a conspiracy/weird news radio show or podcast, and Fin as someone completely skeptical but who gets wrapped up in one of John’s mysteries. Or John as the owner of a bar somewhere that Fin is one of his regulars, and over time their friendship unexpectedly develops/deepens into something more.

THE POLICE

Stewart Copeland/Sting (The Police) Stewart Copeland/Sting/Andy Summers (The Police)

Yeah I’ll always request these ships even though I know it’s a long shot to find anyone else as obsessed about them as I am. Really anything at all whatsoever would make me happy for Sting/Stewart or S/S/A: Reunion Tour-era fic, early punk days before they grew successful, soulmate AUs… (soulmate trio, anyone?)

I’d also love a spooky story where they’re on tour/on the road somewhere and end up in a haunted hotel. Or their tour bus/van breaks down in the middle of nowhere and they have to seek shelter in an abandoned house or farm or something…and supernatural weirdness ends up affecting them or bringing them together.

HOMICIDE: LIFE ON THE STREET

Kay Howard/John Munch (Homicide: Life on the Street)

Kay/John is another one of my longtime comfort OTPs; I just love them both so much and the fun contrast they present. Honestly H:LOTS is one of my all-time favorite television series, period, and I’m always happy to see more fic for it! I’d love any kind of case-fic/action-type scenario where one or both of them is injured or in danger. The stress of the situation leads to a confession of or acting on feelings. Another idea would be a post-series fic where perhaps Kay comes to New York, needing John’s help to solve an old cold case (or one that’s crossed state lines to NY). Now that they’re no longer working together they have a chance to explore feelings like they never had before?

This is a ship where I’d also definitely love that food-as-comfort trope, too: I tend to see Munch as someone who has a secret knack for being a good cook, so maybe he makes something special for Kay when she’s sick/recovering from something and it reveals a side of John she never knew or saw before.

[5hfanfiction]

January 18, 2017 (VIII)

“It was perfect, everything with Lauren is perfect.”

Lauren’s POV

I’m finally being picked up by my Uber driver from the airport. My flight from New York took a lot longer than expected and I’m just glad to be home because I have so much to think about and I need to be in my own space to be able to do that.  I climb into the back seat as I sigh deeply trying to relax into the soft leather seats when my driver turns around. He’s a young looking guy probably not that much older than I am.

“Lauren Jauregui?” He whispers “Yes?” I say back a little confused since he already knew my name from the order on the app, so I was confused as to why he was so shocked. “You’re Lauren Jauregui from Fifth Harmony, you wrote Back To Me for Marian Hill right!?!?” He says really fast and almost out of breath I giggle at him as I notice he’s clearly fangirling “We wrote it together but yeah, and yes I am that Lauren” “OH MY FUCKING- AHHHH- this is crazy!! You’re in my car right now!!!” He continues to freak out in the driver seat “can I Snapchat this?” He asks I can’t help but just laugh at his excitement it’s still so crazy to me how much people are interested in our lives. But I happily nod and he immediately pulls up his snapchat and we do a quick video that both of us are pleased with before he posts it for the world to see. He then continues to tell me how much of a fan he is as he’s driving me to my destination. I come to find out that not only is he an art student at the University of Miami but he’s also an avid guitarist who looks up to artist such as Lenny Kravitz, Carlos Santana, and John Mayer. John Mayer I think…. and it just brings back memories of her.

~ Flashback ~

“Dance with me Lo!” she says as her voice echoes through my still fairly empty house that I’d just bought.

I’ve always been independent so when I earned enough savings I was really excited to branch out and make my first big independent purchase and what better way than to make you feel like a real adult than a house, so that’s what I did. It wasn’t so over the top that I’d end up on MTV cribs if it were still on but it was nice and cozy. Someplace that was fit for a small family someday…a place where one day we can call it our home.

“Babe - I giggled - there’s no music” “Then we’ll have to make our own -she says as she wraps one arm around my waist and she grabs the other and we start swaying as she’s humming a tune - "my girl, she ain’t the one that I saw coming”

I recognize the song instantly with that one sentence, “ Who You Love"  John Mayer . Of course it’s john Mayer he’s basically written the soundtrack to our love story.

"Oh, you can’t make yourself stop dreaming Who you dreaming of If it’s who you love Then it’s who you love”

~ End Flashback ~

We pull up to the end of my driveway and I thank Trevor as I take one final snap with him before I leave the car and make my way to my house.  Opening the door I hear the subtle chirp of my security system echo through the front corridor, I round the corner at the end of the hall and it opens up to my very spacious living room with an absolutely amazing sectional couch that I just had to have is calling my name! I’ve had some pretty good memories on this couch, like the time Camz and I had the mini food fight that turned into-….. or the time when we had a marathon of scary movies that she absolutely hated but I loved that she’d cuddle up to me. No, the best has to be when she almost fell off when …..Wait. Fuck! I run to my bag left at the front door and  quickly dig through it looking for my phone, once I feel it at the bottom I wrap my fingers around it and bring it to the surface only to remember it’s dead. It’s been dead for hours “fuck, she’s gonna kill me” I say to myself as I make my way to the kitchen to charge it.

I’m sitting at my counter sipping on some tea as I’m waiting for my iPhone to light up signaling life, to finally get back in touch with Lucy who I know is probably freaking out that I haven’t gotten back to her. Then I stop and think for a moment, this is the first time I’ve actually sat and thought about Lucy. This whole time from the moment I left her embrace at the back room in the Billboard office in New York, to literally just a few minutes ago when I was sitting on my couch I was thinking of her. I was thinking of Camila, not my girlfriend who I’m very much with and that I love…I love her. I love Lucy, so then why is it only now that she’s crossed my mind?

I’m staring off into space when suddenly my phone vibrates, startling me. “Finally” I mumble looking at all the missed calls and texts for Lucy

Lucy 8:15am : good luck babe 😘 Lucy 8:47am : Hey, how’s it going in there?! Lucy 9:52am : I just got out of class. You there?? Lucy 10:32am : Lauren ???

Lucy 12:15am : I just saw a preview of the interview. Lauren is everything ok?

Lucy 1:27pm : ok seriously Lo! Where the fuck are you?! I’m starting to get worried, did you make your flight back to Miami?

Lucy 2:04pm : I saw the whole thing, I know she still has feelings for you. Do you still have feelings for her? Lucy 2:05pm : I know I shouldn’t be jealous but I am 😔 Lucy 2:07pm : If you’d just talk to me please, don’t shut me out.

Lucy 3:42pm : I love you Lauren, I don’t get things right all the time. I make mistakes on a daily basis, but the one thing I’ve done right in my whole life is choosing to spend it with you. I’m here and I’m not going to just step aside or make this easy, I’ll fight for us because we are meant for each other. Please just give me a chance to show you how much I care for you. Te quiero amor.

Along with those are a bunch of other texts and missed calls, fuck what have I done. I have to go see her. I grab my keys and get in my car to head to Lucy’s house. On my way there I start getting more text, from Lucy again but they e changed their tone….

Lucy 5:49pm : you know what, fuck you! Lucy 5:49pm : You don’t even have the balls to text me back Lauren! Or call me! Nothing! Lucy 5:50pm : Fine! I don’t care, be with her. Oh wait you’re probably with her now huh Lucy 5:50pm : Tell her I said 👋🏼 Lucy 5:51pm : Fuck you! I wasted so much time on you. Did you even remotely feel the same way? Lucy 5:55pm : Do you even care?

This version of her just completely breaks my heart, tears well up in my eyes as I’m pulling into her driveway. I sprint out of the car and run to the front door simultaneously knocking and ringing the doorbell.

Sarah answers the door harshly yelling at me with a cold glare “she doesn’t want to see you”

“ My phone died the flight was delayed - I sigh deeply - please just let me in.”

“ I’ve never seen her like this….I don’t ever want to see her like this.” I nod knowing that this was my doing, a mix of this miscommunication combined with the interview gosh the interview I haven’t even seen it what if they didn’t cut out me leave the room when - “I know I know please just let me talk to her, I can explain everything”

“Lauren?” I hear Lucy say softly from behind Sarah “Luc, please let me explain everything please” I say desperately hoping she accepts and lets me in

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It’s 11:57pm, Lucy and I are sitting across from each other at her kitchen table she had let me in on the condition that I’d tell her exactly what happened today. I was at the part where I had broken down with Mani in the back room.

“ do you still love her?” She mumbles though I only catch the last bit of it I know what she asked, I don’t want to hurt Lucy “ Do you still love her?” She asks more directly - I still don’t answer “ Dammit Lauren, it’s a simple question Do You Still Love Her?” She’s angry, she raises her voice when she’s angry.

She starts to cry, Lucy’s one of the strongest women I’ve known. She’s hard, she’s tough, she doesn’t let things get to her, she’s strong. As I watch her beg me to answer her question I notice how broken she is, she’s crumbling now. She let her walls down for me and graciously let me into her world and I’m destroying her.

A/N : I hope this chapter is good and FYI I really like Lucy and on top of that Lucy and Lauren together 😍 but at the same time I’m a total Camren shipper…..see where my dilemma is. Still don’t know who will be end game. Your guess is as good as mine. Hope you enjoy! 😊