#i swear to fuck if you tag this ''dad and son'' THIS IS SHIP ART

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Canon Divergent

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Evitative by Vichan Rated:  Teen Words:  222,452 Tags:  Slytherin Harry Potter, Re-sorting, Dark Arts, Slow Burn, Dark!Harry Summary:  In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn. Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Secondary Task by ProfessorFrankly Rated:  Mature Words:  50842 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Swearing, Frank discussion of teen sex, No actual teen sex, Canon-Typical Violence, If you've read GoF you know the last bit's where the violence and stuff is, Most of this fic has a "T" rating, Quantum Bang 2020 Summary:  When Harry Potter’s name comes out of the Goblet of Fire, Draco Malfoy decides the Boy-Who-LIved needs a friend, whether he wants one, or not. With his mother’s backing, Draco sets out to make sure Harry knows he has someone in his corner, for now, and if Draco has his way, for always. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Outtake: The Second Task by MickeySLee Rated:  Mature Words:  30824 Tags: Secret Relationship, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Hogwarts Fourth Year, Triwizard Tournament, Hostage Situations, Draco Malfoy is a Good Boyfriend, Harry Potter is a Good Boyfriend, Plot Twists, Romance, Fluff, Homosexuality, Homophobia, Good Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's A+ Parenting, Lucius Malfoy Being an Asshole, weekly updates!, Hogwarts Era, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Bashing, POV Hermione Granger, Hurt/Comfort, Consent is Sexy, Fairy Tale Elements Summary:  Part of the series Outtakes and A Hard Story. Fourth Year. The Triwizard Tournament. The Second Task. What would happen if Dumbledore made a different decision when it was discovered Draco is who Harry would miss most? Instead of covering it up and declaring Ron to be Harry's hostage, Draco is the one at the bottom of the lake. No one could have foreseen how much trouble that caused. You may want to read A Hard Story or Throughout the Twists to Times first. This story is completed and will be uploaded one chapter per week on Sunday. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Parades, Pansy, and fuck I’m too gay for this by false_heteros Rated:  General Words:  2227 Tags: Pride is at the end :), A lot of pureblood bullshit, Loneliness, Draco is Sad, Harry Needs a Hug, Pride, Pride Parades, Modern Era, Sirius Black Lives, Mentions of past child abuse, Cedric Diggory Dies, past homophobia, Gay Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy Summary:  After the war, Draco, who had been staying at home like a fucking hermit till Pansy came along, finally finds out about the LGBTQ+ Community, he dives head first into research and is amazed at what he finds. Harry wanders muggle London once every few days. Blending with the crowd and not feeling different for once. He comes along a group of people with beautiful colours around them. “What are they doing?” ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Closure is a state of mind by Quicksilvermaid Rated:  Explicit Words:  12229 Tags: Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Inappropriate medical/therapist relationships, Dubious Consent Due To Identity Issues, Lies, Self-Esteem Issues, low key stalking behaviour, Loneliness, Guilt, Therapy, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, taking advantage of a grieving person, Death of a Spouse, Character Death, (not Drarry), Disfigurement, Scars, Brief Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts, Drinking, First Time, Polyjuice Potion, Sex While Using Polyjuice Potion, pensieve sex, Voyeurism, wanking, Concealed Identity, Bittersweet Ending, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020 Summary:  After Harry's husband Charlie is killed, his Mind Healer recommends a Polyjuice therapy company, so Harry can see 'Charlie' again and find closure over his death. Draco, whose life over the last ten years has gone from bad to worse, gets assigned Potter's case. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Harry Potter and the Yuletide Waltz by LakeWitch Rated:  General Words:  3042 Tags: Yule Ball, Dancing, Hogwarts Fourth Year, six years later, Awkwardness, Meddling, Oblivious!Harry, more dancing, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Christmas, Holiday Season, Canon Divergence Summary:  At the fourth year Yule Ball, Draco Malfoy asked Harry Potter to dance. Six years later, Harry Potter just might ask him why. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 When It's All Over by Erebeus Rated:  Mature Words:  9292 Tags: Rape/Non-con, Unhealthy Relationships, Self-Hatred, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (not between main pairing), suicidal/death idolization, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Non-Graphic Violence, Spy Draco Malfoy, Loneliness, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020, Betrayal, Attempted Murder, Brief flashbacks and moments of panic mentioned, non graphic torture, Azkaban (brief), Off screen therapy Summary:  If killing you makes Harry happy, you really don't mind. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Catch 22 by jad Rated:  Explicit Words:  49895 Tags: Romance, Fluff, Humor, Complete, Letter!fic, Sexual Content Summary:  As if NEWTS weren't enough, Dumbledore's gone and had another one of his 'bright ideas.' If all ends well, the Houses will be getting along in no time. Or according to Harry's correspondent, an Apocalypse will be in order. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 (I don't know) what's right and what's real anymore by Ladderofyears Rated:  Mature Words:  2101 Tags: Harry Potter and the half blood prince, canon divergence, no septumsempra, guilty Draco, pov Draco, ghostly Myrtle, attracted Draco, pre-slash, pre-relationship, Harry is a hero Summary:  An alternative sectumsempra scene from Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Kiss by xErised Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  10764 Tags: Hogwarts Era, Light Angst, Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship, Getting Together, Kissing in the Rain Summary:  For the second task of the Triwizard Tournament, it's not Ron that Harry rescues from the Great Lake, but Draco Malfoy. Hogwarts-era. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 It’s Not Christmas (without you) by LittleBozSheep Rated:  Explicit Words:  79213 Tags: Fluff, Family Feels, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Getting Together, Christmas, Slow Burn, Serious Slow Burn, Everyone ships Drarry, Apart from Drarry, Divorced Draco Malfoy, Divorced Harry Potter, Kid Albus, kid scorpius, Everyone makes a camo, side wolfstar, Besides the last chapter it's rated G, Christmas Fluff, 25 Days of Harry and Draco, Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Minor Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Drunkenness, Drunken Shenanigans Summary:  Maybe agreeing to host everyone for Christmas wasn’t Harry’s best idea. Luckily Albus’s best friend’s dad is an events planner who agreed to help, only issue, turns out the dad is Draco Malfoy. Sarcastic and grumpy to everyone but his son. Will Harry managed to catch him and keep Christmas from being a complete disaster? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Leaves by TheLostLibran Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  1190 Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff without Plot, Healing, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-War, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:  A lot of work goes on underground, invisible to the naked eye. Though it doesn't mean that no development is occuring, the hopes of a huge, fully grown tree standing strong in the near or distant future only start sprouting when the leaves do. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Okay But That’s Hot by Fuschaslime Rated:  Explicit Words:  3640 Tags: Anal Sex, Riding, Dirty Talk, Frottage, Lapdance, Slut Shaming, Established Relationship, Friends With Benefits, Enemies to Lovers, Teasing, Begging, Safe Sane and Consensual, Bets & Wagers, Poker, theyre both over 18, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Banter, Perverted Harry, Slight fluff, Shameless Smut, AU where Lily Potter defeated Voldemort for good, and now everyone at hogwarts is kinda cool with eachother, apart from house tensions, Verbal Humiliation, Kinda Summary:  Draco immediately regrets agreeing to a certain bet made at poker night when he realises he’ll actually have to hold up his end of the deal. Harry is ecstatic. OR Draco Malfoy bets Harry Potter a lapdance. He loses. ❤️ Read on AO3

[chidoroki]

The Promised Neverland S2EP1

aka: when you scream into the void and it finally answers back, because AAAHHH IT’S HERE! IT’S ALL HAPPENING!! HELL YES!

Here I am, trying my best to breathe normally, and the kids are having just as much trouble doing the same as they run for their lives.. this is wonderful.

“It’s fine! Think of it as a game of tag!” Oh my sweet daughter, I waited so long to hear your voice again.

But wow we’re starting with a wild demon chase right off the bat? No Isabella scene?.. should I be concerned?

OP I waited so anxiously for you, please blow me away.

How they used the flowers and vida to represent the human and demon bodies respectively was real nice.

Ohhh and they used that scene from the “Zettai Zetsumei” ending too!

Wow, they aren’t holding back the idea of children being food huh.

They even teased Norman with a fully bloomed vida flower.. how cruel.

Leslie and Conny aww.

Mujika, Phil and Isabella with her hair down aahh yesss!

Peter? Hello?? Don’t you show up much later?

Emmaaaa!! And her hair is braided already?

Ahh it is! She has the hairclips! She doesn’t get those until she meets Sandy at Goldy Pond though.. Cloverworks, please. you better not be getting my hopes up for nothing, I swear.

I’m surprised to see all the escapees wearing the shelter jackets though. The.. SHELTER! JACKETS! Bunker dad incoming!

Fucking hell girl, why must you be so beautiful??

And my boy Ray!! Yeess!

They left that large space beside Emma as a reminder that Norman is no longer around anymore huh.. ow my heart.

I vibe with “Identity” so much.. I love it. The sequence was beautiful. You’re winning me over so far Cloverworks.

Now that I finally moved on from watching the OP several times.. hello children! And vida flowers..

Haahaha the way Lanni just falls like that from the tree.. I’m dying.

Aw Emma sweetheart, you’re already pushing yourself too much.

Okay, Ray didn’t bonk her on the head with the water but the reaction she gave along with her facial expression was great, so I’ll let that change slide.

Also, my son!! I missed you so much!

“Sorry, Emma.” Bro, his voice was so soft when saying that!

“As long as you’re alive and smiling, that’s all I need.” aaah.. AND HIS FUCKING SMILE AFTER SHE SAYS THAT! OH MY GOD!

“Emma.. I’ll live. I’ll live and protect this family. Everyone in this family, just like you. This time, for sure, I swear. No matter what happens, I’ll never abandon them again.” They really had him say it all. The entire thing.. yeeesss! Character development at its finest btw!

“So don’t bear this burden alone.” *glances at ch180*

It’s been a half hour since I started this episode and yet I’m only 5 minutes in.. help.

“Southeast?” “Between south and east.” “Gilda, I know that much.” I love this little addition between them so much.

They also included Don and Gilda into this scene with the pen.

And the pen actually has a map now? It was Ray who figured out how the number/letter sequence worked in the manga in terms of location but here Emma just touched the screen and a map appeared.. hmm, I’m conflicted.

The younger kids are watching all this now too.

“I miss Norman.” Aww Alicia.. and everyone else is adorable too.

Ahh the new soundtracks hit different.

They really are including the other kids into the story more.. for a while it was usually just Emma & Ray figuring stuff out.

“And we’ll find more allies, then go back for Phil and the others!” *deep sigh*

Honey, I’m begging you, please take a moment to relax!

Hey there demons.

No wonder they get chased so soon, they have their lanterns lit at night making them such easy targets.

Ah, so this is the scene where that screenshot of Ray & Emma came from.

Oh yeah, y’all better fucking run.

Cgi demon looks odd, but then again demons aren’t supposed to look normal regardless, so it’s okay.

They changed how they introduced the snakes of alvapinera huh.

Hold up, we’re already on ch42? Right now? Okay wow..

“Who’s the better one at tag?” “You are.” Aaaaha.

Aw man, I thought Ray was finally going to start a fire once he threw that lantern and having it break.

Ah, and that’s where the blood splatter from the preview came from, the GF demon slaying the wild one.

“The others are already dead.” Look at his smug face! I LOVE HIM!

Aww Jemima is worried about our boy.

Rossi, you’re such a sweet child.

I’m sorta glad they didn’t show her completely passing out, but EMMA!!

Oh sweet lord, Mujika! We’re meeting you already??

They did a great job making this scene have an eerie feel though.

Aw, the scarf!

Goddamn, they made Ray look so out of breath and winded.. nice!

Okay, but the way he fell though.. sorta prefer how determined he was to try and take another step despite him struggling to do so in the manga rather than having him just.. fall over like that.

But Sonju coming in clutch!

Are we for real already at ch45 and gonna get the Rayemma hug? oh my god.

They’re gonna end the episode with Ray questioning our demons friends, aren’t they..

My poor boy is spooked.

LOOK HOW RELIEVED HE IS WHEN SHE FINALLY WAKES UP!

THE DAMN HUG! IT HAPPENED! SOMEONE HOLD ME I FEEL SO SOFT RIGHT NOW!

But why no head pat though hmm?

I’m surprised they actually remembered the bell.

He held out his arm out to shield her.. aww.

This music.. sounds good. Anndd it just got better.

Yup, figures they would end the episode there.

Okay ending song, make me emotional.

Oh? We’re seeing more of the outside world alongside Sonju & Mujika?

Wow, and hello to all the kids being shipped out.

And some quick glimpses of the sisters and mothers too.

I really like the art style they have going on here.

Interesting.. also, no Isabella scene? At all? Oh no..

And I just realized they completely left out the entire snakes of alvapinera scene.. hm.

But yeah, this is going way quicker than I originally thought.. I don’t want to get my hopes up in case GP doesn’t happen, but at this pace, hey, who knows.

I can’t believe I got three of my favorite demon forest scenes in the first episode.. fucking wild dude.

Now I can relax.. by finally diving into the tags and consuming every bit of good food available! Finally aboard the hype train!

[dvddggs]

To the Four of Us (Part Twenty Six)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things. words: 3,185 warnings: i think just swearing all chapters: x tags: @heythereitsloey @anitheunicorn @newyorkyoucanbeanew @lafbagxette @justafangirlwithanavy @iamgrayfox @ordinaryornate @schuylerjoon @angelica-peggy-eliza @trashyperson101 @crazydragon15 @but-if-you-had-to-choose @geespilots @marvelous-hamilfan @mynameisalexanderhammyham @panda-powers @lafeyettegunsandships @schokoobananaa @allthegoodurlshavebeentaken @aphboi @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @aham-threw-his-shot-away @hesitantcat @nonstopspook @hamrevolution @writethewayout @alexander-did-you-know @allthegoodurlshavebeentaken @sun-tree @angelizaandpeggy @isis278 @idk-destiel @engulfedinstars @hamiltrashuniverse @ahrupe @just-me-an-asshole @readfizz @skeletonmelodies @gum-and-chips @iminwaytoomanyfandoms @hadleyelizabethuley @fictionalboyfriends @ridiculousn3ssfangirl @pleuxvoir @liallow @kanadianwithashippingproblem @bucket-of-kittens @welcometohamilton @forth-schuyler-sister

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It felt strange to be back at school. It felt strange to no longer have wires binding his jaw shut. It felt strange to not talk to his best friends.

It felt strange to not be with John.

It was all so strange.

After the funeral, John had abandoned his plans of staying with Alexander for the rest of winter break. Instead he headed back to New York to stay at Hercules’ house with Lafayette. Throughout that week, Alexander had only spoken with Hercules once, and all he had said was that they made it back home safely. Other than that, his friends had all been silent.

Alexander had been pretty quiet too—he hadn’t even told his father what happened. Although when John went back to New York, it was pretty obvious. Whenever George tried to bring up the subject, Alexander would stomp up to his room and slam the door.

He hung out with Aaron, the only person he’d told about the breakup, to take his mind off things before he went back to school. It was obvious that Aaron thought Alexander had screwed things up, but he didn’t press the issue and Alexander appreciated that.

But when Alexander was alone, his brain didn’t stop. He told himself over and over all the ways he had messed up. He told himself how it was all his fault—how if he could have just shut up for two seconds, he and John would still be together. All he wanted was to be alone, and yet whenever he was, he felt like shit. As much as he didn’t want to he blamed himself, and being alone only amplified the relentless thoughts that pounded through his brain telling him that he was a piece of shit. He didn’t deserve John. As much as he wanted him back, he knew that he didn’t deserve him. John, who deserved all the world’s happiness, could do so much better than Alexander…

But, god, Alexander missed him. He missed falling asleep with him and waking up beside him and his random texts and his kisses…the smell of the jacket he usually refused to wear…his constant warmth…

If Alexander could go back in time…

But there he was. Sitting in his father’s car in front of his residence building. There was no more avoiding what he’d done, there was no more distracting himself, there was no more hiding. He sat in the front seat staring straight ahead with his arms folded over his chest, trying to stall. He knew his friends would already be back and he wasn't ready to face them.

“Alex, I still have to drive home,” George said gently, a hint for his son to speed up.

That was the thing about his father—no matter what Alexander did, George was understanding. Even if he disagreed, he still offered his son a gentle and welcoming shoulder to cry on. Sure, he lectured him and he was stern sometimes, but when Alexander knew what he’d done—how he’d messed up—his father knew to lay off.

Alexander sighed and got out of the car to grab his bag, slamming the trunk shut harder than he intended to.

“Bye, Dad,” he said quickly, not wanting to drag things out.

“See you soon, Alex. I love you.”

After a quick hug, Alexander watched his father wave as he drove away. He sighed heavily and dragged his feet into his second home.

The lobby was familiar and somewhat comforting. It brought up memories of being drunk with his friends, laughing as they tried to unlock the security door. It was often where he and John drunkenly made out, not a care in the world about who saw them. It was where he met his friends every morning for breakfast. Even if they were hungover to the point of throwing up, they didn’t miss their standing breakfast meet-up.

Alexander climbed the stairs instead of taking the sketchy elevator, stalling as much as possible. Too soon, however, he was standing in front of his door looking at the attached whiteboard that said:

Alex Ham John, if it’s after 2AM, GO AWAY. I’m sleeping!!

He’d written it back in September, when John made a habit of padding up to his room in the middle of the night to talk about whatever was on his mind because Lafayette yelled whenever John woke him up. Alexander sighed at the memory and rubbed his fist over the message, leaving a streaky, blurred mess in his wake.

Alexander unlocked his door and turned the light on, throwing his bag onto the floor and staring at the room. It felt so long ago that he was last here even though it had only been a couple of weeks; so much had happened since then.

“Alex?” Hercules called through the attached bathroom. He popped his head into Alexander’s room and shot a small, close-lipped smile at his roommate. “Hey.”

Alexander nodded stiffly, unsmiling, and unzipped his bag to put his clothes away.

“Alex,” Hercules prompted, letting himself fully into Alexander’s room and sitting down on the bed. “How are you?”

Alexander shrugged without looking up. The (one sided) conversation made him sad—his room felt so tense and uncomfortable with Hercules and he wasn’t used to that. Normally in a situation like this, he would have immediately gone into Herc’s room, flopped down on his bed, and chatted easily with him for hours.

“He misses you,” Hercules said quietly.

At this Alexander stopped and looked up. He felt a lump rise in his throat. Until that point, he’d avoided his feelings pretty well. The mention of John, however, made his eyes burn with tears.

“H-he does?” Alexander whispered.

“Of course he does. He still loves you.”

“He does?” he repeated.

Hercules bit his lip, nodding. Alexander dropped the shirt that was in his hands and sat on his knees on the floor, drawing a shuddery breath.

“Hey—Lex?” —Alexander looked up— “I’m…I’m really sorry. I’m sorry that we all teamed up on you. I know you were dealing with a lot. We should have been more understanding. Y-you shouldn’t’ve even gone to the funeral. I’m just—really sorry.”

Midway through his friend’s apology, Alexander felt the tears that burned his eyes start to fall freely. He’d never considered that perspective and he felt a massive weight lift off his shoulders that he wasn’t entirely to blame.

Hercules held his arms open and Alexander stood up to hug his best friend.

“I’m so sorry, Herc,” Alexander croaked. He buried his face in Hercules’ neck and sniffled.

“Shh, it’s okay. As far as I’m concerned, all is forgiven, okay? I talked to Laf as well and he agrees with me. I hope John comes around, too, but I honestly don’t know if that’s going to happen. He does miss you, but he’s still so, so angry. We’re trying to talk to him, but you need to talk to him as well, okay?”

Alexander nodded and looked up at Hercules.

“Thank you,” he whispered, wiping his eyes. “I think I should talk to him now.”

Hercules nodded and hugged Alexander tightly one more time.

“I think that’s a good idea.”

Alexander took the elevator by himself down to John and Lafayette’s floor and stopped in front of John’s door. He didn’t have a whiteboard because he and Alexander had accidentally knocked it down one night. They were really drunk and making out in the hallway when John pushed Alexander against the door and knocked it to the floor. They bragged about it for a week, much to the dismay of Hercules and Lafayette, who did not need to hear about it.

With a deep breath, Alexander stepped forward and knocked on the door. It felt foreign to him—he was used to just bursting in at any time of day. He felt weird and uncomfortable; it was all wrong.

Alexander could hear rustling and see the light flick on from under the door. He knew from experience that John was grumpy when he first awoke from a nap. Alexander was this close to turning around and going back later when the door swung open. John stood in front of him shirtless and with his hair down, a tangled mane that he pushed hastily off his face when he registered that Alexander stood in front of him.

Alexander could hear Lafayette’s voice in his mind. Alex, don’t play me. I know you were fucking. John only wears his hair down during sex. It’s a bit alarming, actually. Is nothing sacred anymore? I don’t need to know, okay? He needs a better system…

John didn’t say anything, but studied the face in front of him. Alexander felt all the words he planned to say fly out of his brain. They were replaced with a frantic desperation and a knot in the pit of his stomach.

“Is—is someone in there?” Alexander asked quietly, bracing himself for the answer he was nowhere near prepared to hear.

“Alex—” John said quietly, a sudden guilt surging through his bloodstream.

It was all Alexander could stand to hear—he had gotten his answer. Without another word, he spun on his heel and all but sprinted back to the elevator. He felt tears building in his eyes as he jammed his thumb into the button for his floor, praying that the doors would close before he started to cry.

As soon as the elevator started moving, he slid to the floor, the cool metal wall against his back, and hugged his knees to his chest, letting out a sob. He knew they weren’t together. He knew that John could do whatever he wanted. He knew that he had no right to be upset. But here he was. Had John already moved on? Had Alexander fucked up that badly that John was completely over him? He felt a crushing helplessness take over him as he rested his forehead on his kneecaps. There was nothing left for him to do.

John really was done.

It really was over.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened onto his floor, where he staggered back to his room, crawled into his bed in silence, and cried himself into a restless sleep in which he had a dream about watching Star Wars in silence with his arms wrapped around John…

A weight on the edge of the bed woke Alexander up. The darkness around his blinds told him that the sun had gone down—how long had he been sleeping? The weight was Hercules sitting down and patting Alexander’s leg.

“Hey—what happened with John?” Hercules asked.

Alexander’s breathing hitched in his throat as the grogginess blew away to be replaced with the same sadness he’d felt earlier.

“He moved on,” Alexander deadpanned, closing his eyes as if it would make it seem less real. He didn’t want to see the expression on Hercules’ face. He didn't want spreading the news to make the news real.

“He told you that? Alex?”

“No, the random guy in his bed told me that,” Alexander whispered.

Saying the words aloud made him feel like he was being punched in the gut.

“Oh my god,” Hercules said to himself. “Lex…Alexander, I am so sorry. I had no idea or I wouldn’t’ve—”

“S’not your fault,” Alexander mumbled, blinking the tears away. “I need to go to sleep. I have class in the morning.”

“Alex,” Hercules replied, his voice filled with concern. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Alexander rolled over and closed his eyes, shaking his head vaguely.

“It’s over. There’s nothing left to talk about.”

An incessant beeping. A tired groan. 7:30 AM. Alexander sighed and turned his alarm off. School had officially begun again.

Alexander dragged his feet as he got ready. Despite his near twelve hour sleep, he was exhausted. He looked in the mirror as he pulled his hair into a bun. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot—he’d been crying in his sleep. Alexander felt dehydrated, emotionally drained, and sick. He felt worse than when John had first broken up with him.

Then, at least, there had been hope. There had been the possibility of forgiveness. Now, there was nothing. The envelope had been licked and sealed; there was no more hope. It was over.

“Fuck,” Alexander mumbled as he burned his tongue on a sip of his second cup of coffee. He pulled on his coat and took the travel mug with him to class, knowing he would need the false sense of energy from the caffeine.

He sat down at the back of the lecture hall without giving the class much thought. It was the first day of the new semester so he pulled out his phone; they wouldn’t be covering much material aside from the syllabus, which he’d already read in an effort to take his mind off John. Sinking into his seat, he shifted his entire focus to the music playing in his earbuds. He didn’t want to be looked at, he didn’t want to be there. He wished he was invisible.

“Alexander?” came a voice, cutting through the song he was listening to.

He paused it and pulled out an earbud, looking around for the voice. It was one empty seat away from him. Alexander gaped—it was the last person he’d have thought would be attached to the voice at all.

It was Thomas.

“Fuck,” he said through an uncomfortable chuckle. “You look like shit. Are you sick?”

“No,” Alexander said simply.

“Hey—your jaw is better. Right? No more wires. That's good…”

Alexander nodded, staring straight ahead at the projector. Thomas chuckled uncomfortably again.

“How’s John?” he asked, clearly trying to continue the conversation.

“Okay, Thomas, listen,” Alexander snapped. “I know that you feel bad for punching me. It’s fine. I’m totally over it. Okay? My jaw is fine. You don’t need to apologize anymore. But John and I broke up so I’m not really in the mood to talk.”

From his peripherals, Alexander could see Thomas’ eyes widen before he nodded awkwardly and folded his arms across his chest.

“Oh,” he said quietly. “Sorry…I—I didn’t know.”

Alexander blinked and put his earbud back in.

The class only lasted half an hour before the professor took pity on the students’ souls and let them leave.

As Alexander stood up, he knocked his mug onto his lap, spilling lukewarm coffee all over his pants.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He pulled his backpack onto his shoulder and rushed into the washroom to wipe the spill before it dried.

He wrapped his earbuds around his phone and tucked it into his pocket, wetting a paper towel and holding it to the coffee stain on his thigh. In the mirror, Alexander watched the bathroom door open again, and he stifled a muttered curse word as Thomas walked in. Thomas stopped in his tracks when he caught Alexander’s eye and went to turn back around, but Alexander stopped him.

“Don’t be stupid—just use the fucking washroom.”

Thomas shrugged and pumped some soap onto his hands. “Lecture halls are just so gross,” he explained awkwardly.

Alexander didn’t respond. He stood under the air dryer to dry his pants and watched Thomas in the mirror. He found his eyes flickering down to his lips as he babbled randomly, trying to diffuse the tension.

“It’s like a cesspool of germs in there, y’know?” he continued. “I forgot how grimy you feel after class. I hate—”

“Thomas,” Alexander said.

Thomas looked up and caught Alexander’s eye in the mirror. He furrowed his brow as Alexander bit his lip. Before he could stop himself, Alexander crossed the room and grabbed Thomas by the waist, spinning him around.

“Shut the fuck up,” Alexander growled before jamming his lips to Thomas’s.

He remembered the sensation well, memories flooding his mind. Thomas’s mouth was stiff with surprise, but he quickly obliged and kissed Alexander back. Alexander nibbled down on his bottom lip. He felt a soft moan escape Thomas’s throat and vibrate against Alexander’s lips in response. He inhaled sharply and pulled Thomas closer, lacing his fingers into his hair and tugging.

“Fuck,” Thomas breathed.

“Stop talking,” Alexander commanded, pulling harder at his hair.

Thomas groaned and threw his head back, letting Alexander suck at a spot right below his earlobe that drove him crazy.

“That’s for breaking my fucking jaw,” Alexander whispered, smiling smugly at the hickey he left behind. He moved downward, leaving them on Thomas’s neck, collarbone, and one below his other ear.

“And so are those,” he growled.

Thomas smashed his lips back to Alexander’s and kissed him roughly, letting Alexander’s tongue explore the inside of his mouth with an intense curiosity. It had become unfamiliar territory in the months since they’d last kissed. Alexander wanted to drown himself in Thomas—to drown himself in human contact. It felt so wrong, so unfamiliar, but so, so good.

The feeling of Alexander’s tongue running along his palate made him groan and close his eyes in pleasure until he felt Alexander’s teeth bite again at his bottom lip and tug him forward. Hard.

“Ouch,” Thomas said in surprise, pulling back a bit.

“That’s for being an asshole,” Alexander smirked, grabbing at Thomas’s cheeks and pulling their lips back together.

He could feel Thomas’s hot breath between kisses; he was a groaning mess, weak at the knees and hungry for more of Alexander. Hungry for as much of Alexander as he could get.

“Alex,” Thomas moaned. He was desperate for more contact—desperate to be free of the confines of his jeans. “Can we go back to my room?”

“Fuck no,” Alexander breathed. “We’re going back to mine.”

He felt Thomas sigh into his mouth as he reached up to tug at his hair again.

“I hope you’re ready for this,” Alexander continued in a low voice. “Because you’re mine for the next two fucking hours—you owe me.”

“For what?” Thomas asked. He looked down at Alexander, whose eyes were dark and filled with lust.

“For breaking my fucking jaw,” Alexander said, as if it was the most obvious logic in the world.

Thomas ran his tongue slowly along his top lip. “Fuck,” he breathed.

“You’re mine till I say you’re not,” Alexander growled. “Let’s go.”

[dvddggs]

To the Four of Us (Part Eighteen)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.

soundtrack song: How to Save a Life - The Fray

full soundtrack: x

words: 3,116 (wow the longest one yet!)

warnings: alcohol abuse, swearing

a/n: idk i really like this chapter!! PLS let me know what you think, my asks have been so quiet lately about TTFOU

all chapters: x

tags: @heythereitsloey @anitheunicorn @newyorkyoucanbeanew @lafbagxette @justafangirlwithanavy @iamgrayfox @ordinaryornate @schuylerjoon @angelica-peggy-eliza @trashyperson101 @crazydragon15 @but-if-you-had-to-choose @geespilots @marvelous-hamilfan @5p00kygh05t @panda-powers @and-maria @lafeyettegunsandships @schokoobananaa @allthegoodurlshavebeentaken @aphboi @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @aham-threw-his-shot-away @hesitantcat @nonstopspook @hamrevolution

dedication: @prettybrightbubbly for the rad TTFOU art!!!!!

John took a cab home from the airport. He hadn’t bothered to tell his father when his flight landed, not wanting to put him out (and trying to avoid a drunk driving confrontation before the holidays even started). When the cab pulled into the driveway, John noticed a car that he had not seen in ages—his brother’s.

A wide grin spread onto John’s face as he practically threw the money at the cab driver, leaving him a generous tip. John flung his suitcase out of the back of the car and sprinted inside the little house.

“James!” John screamed, practically knocking his brother over. They laughed, hugging tightly. John felt like he was twelve again in the protection of his brother’s arms.

“How are you, Johnny?” his brother squealed.

“Actually,” John said, “I’m fantastic. I missed you, James, what the fuck! You need to visit more.”

James raised an amused eyebrow. “Oh so we’re swearing now, are we?”



John rolled his eyes. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“What are you, now, sixteen?”



“Nineteen, you ass, and I’ll be twenty this year.”

James laughed and threw his arm around his little brother’s shoulder, leading him to the couch to sit down. They chatted easily about James’s wife and son, John’s school, and the rest of their lives before John leaned in and got serious. 
“So, like, no offence, but why are you visiting? And, by the way, where’s Dad?”

James bit his lip and shifted awkwardly on the couch.

“Don’t freak out,” he began slowly. “He’s kinda in the hospital.”

John freaked out.

He sat there in silence while James told him everything he knew so far. It sounded like he was speaking to him from the opposite end of a long, echoey tunnel.

“He called me this morning, told me he fractured a couple ribs. Nothing major, the doctors said, but he said he was bruised and scratched pretty badly. He was in a car accident last night on his way to his night shift. Well—”

“Well what, James?” John asked hesitantly, fearing that he already knew the answer.

“He kinda caused the accident.”

Fears confirmed.

“Fuck,” John groaned, a pit of unease growing in his stomach. “But wait…I still don’t understand why he called you.”

James didn’t respond for a moment, but stared at the ground with his hands on his kneecaps. He took a deep breath and looked up at his brother, knowing full-well that he was about to shatter his heart. He knew that he couldn’t keep it a secret, though. John was the one who lived with the guy, for fuck’s sake. He had a right to know.

“He was drunk, John,” James deadpanned.

John closed his eyes and let his brother’s words crash over him like waves. Not the calming kind, though. The kind that pull you under the water and knock you around and make you hit your head off the ground and make you wonder if you’ll ever taste the air or see the sun again.

“But wait,” John said, clinging to the last shred of hope and respect he had for his father. “How do you know? He obviously didn’t tell you that, did he? Maybe he just fell asleep, right? Right, James? I mean, maybe it was just a mistake. Maybe—”

“John.” James cut him off, watching the helpless desperation in his brother’s eyes fizzle out as John’s mouth went slack and shut. “He was still drunk this morning when he called.”

John nodded slowly, accepting defeat; there was nothing left to say. He sighed and looked up at James, who was watching him with sadness in his eyes. His brothers had given up on their father years ago. They’d tried everything they could to help him, but it had gotten to the point where they couldn’t stand by and watch him ruin his life anymore. When they left, they begged John, the youngest sibling, to go with them. John obviously refused. He possessed an unending desire to find some way to help his father and did not want to abandon him. So they left him behind to fend for himself, and he did. He took his father’s shit, he cleaned up his messes (both literally and metaphorically), and he dealt with the life he’d been given because he thought he’d owed it to his father to at least try.

Somehow, even after all those years, John had managed to cling onto the hope that underneath the drinking, his father was still a good man who loved him. He wanted, with his entire being, to believe this. He told himself that it wasn’t his father’s fault, that it was an addiction, that when he wasn’t drinking things were good.

But he’d made the choice to drink before work. He made the choice to get drunk, knowing that he would have to drive. He made the choice.

John was defeated as he felt the last shard of respect drain from his body as he collapsed into his brother. Suddenly, his eyes flung open as a possibility he hadn’t even considered until that point blazed into his brain.

“Was anyone else hurt?”

His brother’s heavy and calculated silence answered his question.

Alexander was hiding in his room.

His father kept texting him but he ignored the messages.

He sat in the corner of the floor with his knees hugged to his chest and his arms folded over them, slamming his thumbs angrily at the keyboard on his phone as he texted Aaron.

Lex: I’m so fucking mad. I want them to leave. they have been here TEN MINUTES and I want them to leave.

Burrsir: destroy them.

Lex: i would if i could. come over. HELP.

Burrsir: Hell no, my friend. I’m not touching this situation with a ten-foot pole.

Lex: ARE YOU KIDDING ME, AARON???? Aren’t we like best friends? Get the fuck over here

Burrsir: Enjoy your family time. :)

Alexander grumbled in annoyance and tossed his phone onto his bed, where it immediately vibrated again. He quickly got up to check it in case Aaron had had a change of heart, but it was his father.

Papa Washington: Alexander Hamilton, get your ASS downstairs right now. You haven’t seen your cousin in a year.

Alex: And there’s a good reason for that, Dad.

Papa Washington: Don’t get mouthy. Get down here.

Groaning intentionally loud enough for them to hear him downstairs, Alexander unceremoniously plugged his headphones into his phone, blasted his music, and stomped down the stairs. He pasted a fake smile as soon as he walked into the living room, rolling his eyes at his father.

“Hi Charles-Lee,” Alexander grumbled to his cousin.

Okay, so they weren’t technically cousins—thank god—but Alexander’s father was old friends with Charles’ father, which meant that they’d practically grown up together, and Alexander called George’s friend Uncle John; it was just easier. Not that he liked it.

Charles groaned through a smile.

“I’m so over that name, Lex!”

Alexander winced at the use of the nickname that should have been reserved for John’s use, although he suppressed a cackle at Charles’ comment. When Charles was younger, he’d insisted that everyone around him adopt the use of both his first and middle names, resulting in the hyphenated travesty known as Charles-Lee Adams. Everyone refused to call him that except Alexander, who knew even at the ripe young age of ten that Charles would grow to regret his decision.

He was glad to know that he had been right.

“Hey Aunt Abigail,” Alexander continued his greeting as Charles’ mother stood up to envelop him in a hug. Abigail was the only one Alexander actively liked—as much as he hated to admit it, the warmth of her hugs reminded him of the vague memories he had of his own mother.

“Alexander,” Uncle John nodded.

“Uncle John.”

They shook hands awkwardly while Abigail turned to George.

“My,” she exclaimed. “Alexander’s grown up quite a bit since last year, huh? Such a handsome young man, just like his father.”

George smiled proudly at Alexander even though they all knew that Alexander looked nothing like his adoptive father. He suppressed an eye roll as Uncle John picked up where Abigail had left off.

“Girls chasing ya at school like they’re chasing Charles? I’ll bet even with that broken jaw you’re a ladykiller,” he smiled, winking at Alexander.

George shot Alexander a warning glance. He knew that his son was comfortable enough with his sexuality to the point where he’d have no problem going into details about his very non-straight sex life. Not to mention how he’d gotten the broken jaw in the first place.

“No,” Alexander said sweetly, ignoring his father’s glare. “But I’ve had two boyfriends since September. I like to switch it up; don’t want them get too comfortable. And, actually, that was how I got the broken jaw. Moved on too quickly for Thomas’s taste, I guess.”

Alexander finished with a sickly sweet open-lipped smile to show off the wires binding his teeth together. From the corner of his eye he could see his father snort into his beer while Uncle John, Abigail, and Charles suppressed chokes into theirs. Alexander cackled as he heard a knock on the door, excusing himself to go answer it.

“You came!” Alexander squealed as soon as the door opened, hurling himself into Aaron Burr’s startled arms.

“Yeah,” Aaron grumbled. “I figured, y’know…it’s Christmas…I guess we’re friends…whatever.” 

“I’m so happy,” Alexander grinned.

“If they piss me off once, though, I’m outta here,” Aaron warned, wagging a finger in Alexander’s face.

“They’ve already immensely pissed me off with their horrifically assumptious heteronormativity,” Alexander replied, grabbing his friend’s hand and pulling him inside towards the living room.

“Ah, and we all know how much you hate that,” Aaron replied with a grin. “Mr. and Mrs. Adams—so nice to see you again! Charles-Lee.”

Charles nodded awkwardly in Aaron’s direction and took another sip of his beer. He knew from their childhood that when Aaron came over it was so that Alexander wouldn’t have to hang out alone with him.

John, Abigail, and George, however, were all grinning ear to ear.

“Ooh!” Abigail squealed. “This is just like old times! The three musketeers are back together again!”

The kids looked between each other and grimaced awkwardly, praying for the moment to pass.

Alexander and Aaron sat in near silence—aside from the odd whispered comment followed by a snicker—on the living room floor for the entirety of the evening. Charles sat beside his mother on the couch, chatting animatedly about school while Alexander and Aaron took turns laughing at his pretentious comments.

“‘Wow, my residence—the most expensive one—is so difficult to live in without my aromatherapeutic dehumidifier. It’s absolutely smashing to be home,’” Alexander mocked in a whisper. Aaron smacked both hands over his mouth to keep from busting out in laughter.

George, who knew what the pair were doing, shot them a warning glare and said too-loudly, “Alexander! Aaron! Would you come help me bring out the chips?”

Still snickering, Aaron helped Alexander to his feet and they trailed after George into the kitchen.

“What’s the matter, Dad?” Alexander asked innocently. He was met with a glare.

“Don’t give me that, Alex. You know full well that you’re being mean. Listen, I know it’s not ideal. Charles is a little…strange...but you both need to suck it up and deal with it for one night! We do this once a year and, for god’s sake, where’s your Christmas spirit!?”



Alexander rolled his eyes at the last sentence but overall he softened a bit. He understood his father’s point. Beside him, Aaron nodded solemnly and stared at the floor. Alexander knew that after this he was going to hear a five minute freakout about how Aaron regretted everything.

“Why don’t you guys take the car and go with Charles to a movie or something? That way you don’t have to talk but you’ve still fulfilled your duty. Here—” George handed Alexander a fifty dollar bill. “—it’s on me. Have fun.”

“Oh—um—thanks, Dad,” Alexander said, feeling a bit guilty. Though not guilty enough to not call, “Charles-Lee!”

Before any of them could blink, Charles had sprinted into the kitchen and was standing beside Alexander at full attention.

“Wanna go to the movies?” Aaron asked, stifling a laugh.

“Ooh,” said Charles. “That would be fun. Yes!”

In the car, Aaron plugged in Alexander’s phone and played one of the heavy metal playlists from their early high school emo phase. Though they could no longer stand the music, they head-banged and screamed along what they could remember to mess with Charles. Mid-headbang, one of the songs was interrupted with a loud ding, indicating that Alexander had received a text.

“Can you check that?” Alexander murmured to Aaron, in case it was his dad or something.

“Sure…it’s John. Do you want me to read it?”

Alexander shrugged. He didn’t care if Aaron read a sext, and all the better if Charles heard it.

“What’s it say?”

Aaron said nothing for a moment so Charles leaned in from the backseat and read over his shoulder curiously. Alexander watched his eyes widen in the rearview mirror.

“Burr,” he pressed. “What does it say?”

Aaron cleared his throat and spoke quietly.

“It says, ‘Remember when you told me to text you if I needed anything? I don’t know what I need, but my dad killed a guy last night.’”

The beat of silence hung heavily in the air as Alexander almost swerved into a ditch, but no one reacted.

Before he could say anything, the phone went off again in a flood of messages. Quickly, Alexander pulled the car to the side of the road, ripped it into park and frantically snatched his phone out of Aaron’s hands.

John: Lex I don’t know how I got here but I’m on a train right now

John: I have no idea what I’m doing

John: are you there

John: I’m scared, lex

John: I didn’t tell anyone I left…i took my dad’s credit card

John: He’s gonna kill me

Before Alexander could read any of the other messages that John was sending, he had hit the call button and pressed his phone to his ear. Beside him, Aaron leaned in and Charles stared awkwardly out the window.

His heart pounded, speeding up with each unanswered ring. Finally, mercifully, Alexander let out an audible sigh as he heard the lines connect. John didn’t even get a chance to say hello before Alexander started speaking rapid-fire.

“JOHN, holy shit, are you okay? I’m sorry—I was driving so I couldn’t reply. Where are you? Where are you going? I need you to talk to me—what the fuck happened with your dad? Where are you going? Are you okay? I love you…talk to me.”

Alexander realized he hadn’t taken a breath since John picked up the phone so he sat there panting while he waited for John to respond.

“I’m going to Virginia. To you.”

John sounded dazed, as though he’d just woken up from a long nap and was still groggy. He didn’t sound upset, but it was almost like he was in shock.

“What do you mean you’re going to Virginia, John? Where in Virginia?” Alexander prompted.

There was more silence for a minute and then:

“I dunno. My ticket says Norfolk Station. Wherever that is.”

Alexander could see Aaron lean back and stare incredulously at the phone. He understood why—that was three hours from where they lived.

“Fuck, John,” Alexander murmured.

“Are you mad, Lex?” John whispered.

Alexander sighed.

“Of course I’m not mad. What time will the train arrive?”

John’s estimate gave Alexander exactly three hours and twelve minutes to get to the train station, which meant that he didn’t have any time to go home and drop off Charles or even tell his father where they were going. It gave him just enough time to pull purposefully into a gas station, use his father’s fifty dollars to fill up the gas tank, buy three RedBulls, and map the directions on his phone.

“Aaron,” Alexander said once they got on the highway.

“Yes sir,” Aaron replied purposefully.

“I need you to be in charge of communication. Text my dad, will ya? Tell him what’s going on. Or call. I don’t care. But more importantly, I need you to keep texting John. Don’t let him do anything fucking stupid. If he wants to FaceTime and talk to me, fuck it, use up my data, I don’t care. Just make sure he’s alright.”

“What about me, boss?” Charles asked meekly from the backseat. He wasn’t overly happy about the sudden adventure, but part of him was absolutely thrilled to have been included.

“Oh, yeah, Charles-Lee. Can you open this RedBull for me?”

Charles grumblingly obliged and the car was quiet for a minute as Aaron typed a long message to George.

“Uh oh,” he said after awhile. “He’s text-yelling, Alex. He’s text-yelling a lot. Abort mission. Abort mission!”

Alexander rolled his eyes and called his father, who picked up immediately and did not skip a beat before he began speak-yelling.

“…you serious, Alexander? You are the most impulsive person that I have ever known in my entire life! I can’t believe this! You’ve effectively kidnapped two children and are heading HALFWAY ACROSS THE STATE without so much as a heads up!! Turn around. Right now. I mean it—come home.”

Drawing in a deep breath so as to stay calm, Alexander responded through the speakerphone.

“Dad,” he said. “How can I not help John? He’s a fucking mess right now! He needs me. He’s all alone, and he’s been alone for god-knows-how-long.”

As an afterthought, he added, “Don’t forget, you’ve been teaching me to help those in need since you first found sad, pitiful little orphan me, for god’s sake. Remember? How can you possibly condemn what I’m doing right now?”

Silence.

More silence.

Alexander knew he had won.

“Shit,” George muttered. “Text me when you get there so I know you’re safe. We’re not done talking about this, Alex.”

Alexander hung up and handed his phone to Aaron, who plugged it back into the AUX cord.

“It’s a long drive,” he shrugged in response to Alexander’s glare. “We may as well enjoy it a bit.”

Alexander was tense as he thought about John, but he found one small bit of solace in the situation.

John would be home for Christmas.