#james x noah

[medievalandfantasymelee]

Now that they've all been eliminated it's time to determine by popular vote...

*In the interests of thoroughness, the definition of "Man" in our tournament requiring the characters to be "Humanoid", I actually went and looked up the necessary qualifiers for "humanoid" and determined that for our purposes, non-human characters are admissible if they meet at least 2 of the necessary requirements. Said Requirements being: the character must 1) have binocular vision (have 2 eyes), 2) have opposable thumbs, 3) be bipedal.

[deerbeatrice]

"have you ever stared directly at the sun? have you ever shared some closeness so exposed and have it spit back by someone?" Noah Kahan

okay and so what if i said it was regulus and remus? what then?

[gnnosis]

colin hughes, you would LOVE schitt’s creek

(x)

[that-glitter-chick]

If the actors themselves ship their characters, who am I to argue? Headcannon accepted!

It has been confirmed that every single one of these gentlemen sail their ships!!! And bless them all for it 🥰⭐️♥️

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Andrew | In-Laws To Be | Romantic

Your sweet and shy nature keeps you from wearing your heart on your sleeve. Your older sister Eden decides to help you out a little.

Requested by Louisa

There is a certain nip in the winter air that doesn’t often occur in the usually warm lands of Judea, so you make sure to dig out the woollen cloak from your wardrobe before heading out to the market in order to prepare for Shabbat. Armed with a large bag that fits around your shoulder as well as Eden’s lengthy shopping list, you make your way to the business of Capernaum, where dozens of people are traversing the wares on display, merchants yelling their prices and discounts alike. 

You hug your cloak a little tighter around your shoulders as you walk past the stalls, making sure to only purchase the items Eden had requested no matter how tempting some of the sweeter goods seem to be, even if they are practically calling out your name. You eye a specific box of honey buns as you browse the baker’s wares, and it must have been so obvious that you were eyeing them that the merchant oddly frowns at you when you only ask for some yeast and flour. 

Up next are the wine skins — three of them this time, due to the size of the company — which proves less difficult to resist. The leather containers of wine still prove quite the weight inside your bag. Perhaps you should have waited to get these for last, but the woman behind the stall has already pocketed your money.

Afterwards, you find the stand selling fish. Ever since Simon and Andrew left the fishing industry to pursue the Messiah instead, you have been actually having to buy it from other merchants instead of getting a few of them for free, fresh from the Sea of Galilee after a good night on the water. Not that you mind it. You’d gladly buy all the fish in the world with your own money now that they are followers of Jesus Himself. 

Your mind lingers on Andrew for a bit and you can’t help a smile from forming over your lips. He’s going to attend the celebration as well and frankly, you can hardly wait to see him. Whereas you’d often see the younger sibling of your brother-in-law every other day when they were still fishermen, you now consider yourself lucky if you get to briefly pass by him about four, five times a month. To your relief, you still have your sister Eden to keep your mind occupied with your other duties. Keeping yourself busy by helping her out around the house and making a living out of sewing clothes, you remain as productive as you can be.

It feels almost inappropriate to want to doll up a little for tonight. You are positively thrilled to get to speak to Andrew again, your tummy already swirling with butterflies at the notion. For a moment, you picture yourself more confident than you are, wearing something nicer than usual, making Andrew do a double take… Not that you expect him to. Whereas Eden is more easy-going, you’re usually the more quiet type, hanging around in the background. It is a miracle if you even dare to say a few words to the curly-haired man in question. And honestly, perhaps that Shabbat itself is not the best moment to try and impress someone. 

“—Did you hear what I said, miss?” 

The merchant behind the fish stall pulls you from your own mind by giving you a strange look. You rapidly blink and clear your throat. “Uh, I’m sorry, I was lost in thought for a moment.” 

The woman huffs. “I asked if I could help you with something. You’ve been staring at my fish for a good minute now.”  

You flush a little. “Ah. Yes, I… Uh, I’d like some… Some tilapia.” 

“How much?” 

You count in your head and on your fingers for a moment. “Seven… Seven will work.” 

The merchant packs up your order whilst you get the right amount of money from your satchel. It concludes your shopping trip as you tuck the fish into your bag. “Shabbat shalom.” you tell her, and she nods, forcing a smile on her lips. “Shabbat shalom.” 

Knowing Capernaum like the back of your hand — you’ve grown up in the village after all — you head back to the house of Simon and Eden, where your older sister is waiting for you to arrive with all the fresh produce she had asked you to bring. You step over the threshold to find Eden laying the table, the vegetables already cut and drizzled with lemon to keep them fresh. She smiles and brushes over quickly to help you out with the heavy bag. 

“Ah, (Y/n), you’re the best!” You hand her the satchel of money you had received from her and she puts it aside. You instantly start rummaging around your recently acquired groceries to take out the fish lest they start leaking liquid — you’ve learnt that the hard way — as well as the wine for your sister to put into a cool room. 

“Let me prepare the fish,” Eden suggests, knowing that you aren’t necessarily fond of the slippery task of cleaning them and removing the bones. Being a fisherman’s wife, your older sister has become quite skilled at turning them into tasty fillets, so you don’t complain when you are thus presented with the job to prepare the bread dough instead. 

Your challah is often favoured whenever you’re around at Shabbat dinners. Eden says you’ve got magic hands which causes the dough to proof to perfection, but you are personally more convinced it’s the little dash of cinnamon you sneak into there for a hint of sweetness; the spice itself is far from sweet but it still works, somehow. You know the recipe by heart, adding the right amounts of water and flour to the countertop to knead together into a stretchy mass between your hands. With a little oil, a pinch of salt as well as a bit of yeast, the dough is done for its first rising process by the time Eden has cleaned the third fish.

Upon cleaning your hands and covering the bread dough, you assist Eden by grilling the fish for her over the fire in her kitchen. Under the pleasant smell of fresh food, you have a moment to yourselves before the business of the evening begins.

“So, who will be joining us again?” you ask your sister, who looks at you for a second before turning back to her fourth fish to prepare. 

“Simon, of course, and Jesus, Mary, Thaddeus and Andrew.” On the last name, you barely manage to keep your face under control, feeling your face heat up. Still, you manage to not let Eden catch you blushing. You flip the fish being heated on the stone one last time before checking on your bread, finding that it needs a little more time to rise.

“You know,” Eden pipes up all of a sudden, as if it is written all over your face, “You are still unmarried.” 

Your eyes widen as you clear your throat. “That’s correct, thank you for the reminder.” 

Eden breathes something akin to amusement. “That’s not what I tried to say. What I mean is that I’m curious to see if there is anyone of Jesus’ followers whom you’d like as a potential future husband.”

Had she seen you flush anyways? Your heart rears inside your chest as you feel like a child caught doing something they weren’t allowed to. The expression on your face is so mortified that your sister gives you a reassuring look and exhales.

“There’s no rush, really. But I mean, we’ve met a lot of nice bachelors whom I wouldn’t mind as my brother-in-law. Take Thaddeus, for example, he’s really sweet. I think Little James would also be a good match for you, since you both have a soft and gentle nature.” 

Your throat runs dry — she hasn’t realised that you’d rather be with someone who is already her brother in law — and you take moment to collect your thoughts. “Thad or Little James?” you squeak, thrown off-guard by her sudden suggestions. Eden nods, smiling softly at your shy response. “I… I don’t know, Eden. Sure, they’re sweet and all, but I’m not sure if they’d be meant for me.” 

“Well, then I’m not really sure who would be a good fit for you.” 

You avert your gaze, feeling a little embarrassed that the thought hasn’t even crossed her mind. Is she right? Would Andrew not be a good match? 

“Maybe Philip?” she then recommends, “Yeah, he’s a Godly man, too. Someone who would be really gentle for you. He is the kind of man you’d like to come home to, I’m sure.” 

“Look, Eden, I…” You let out a slightly antsy sound, “I just don’t think that… That Philip would like me in that way, and honestly I wouldn’t really care, because as kind and wise as he may be, I just see him as a very dear friend.” 

Eden hums and gives you a curious look. “There is something on your mind.” she states. “I can see it in your eyes. Do you have a suggestion for any eligible bachelors around, (Y/n)? Do you have your eye on someone? Oh no, don’t think I don’t see that blush!” You gasp and quickly pad your cheeks to feel them hot to the touch, “You’ve got a crush, don’t you?” 

Letting out a shaky breath of defeat, you give the fish one last flip before they are all ready to go. 

“Come on, who is it? You’re my sister, you can tell me!” 

She almost girlishly grabs your arm, urging you on to reveal your secret. 

You laugh lightly, a little shyly, tucking some loose hair back under your veil. “I don’t think I should, I know he wouldn’t feel the same, and—” 

“Please, (Y/n), maybe I can help! And I’m sure Simon and Andrew can put in a good word for you.” 

Your face twists into uncertainty. “Well, look… That might be kind of the issue.” 

Eden frowns a bit. “What do you mean?” 

“Ah… The person I would potentially really like as my husband is… Hm…” you hardly dare to let the name cross your lips, knowing that she’d be the first one to ever know about your longtime crush on the curly-haired fisherman in question, “…Andrew.” 

Her mouth falls open as she gawks at you, nearly dropping her knife to the ground. Eden puts it on the counter quickly and steps closer to you. “Really? Andrew? Are you serious, (Y/n)?” You nod and she lets out a breath of disbelief. “For how long? I never knew that you—” 

“—Ever since our early teens.” 

The revelation hits her hard as she puts a hand on her chest, letting out a small laugh of slight shock. “How did I never… Never find out that you… For so long? And you never even considered telling me? Or asking me about it? I could have gotten Simon to urge him in your direction, you know, I could have helped out and—” 

“—Its’ fine, Eden.” you whisper, “It’s alright. I… I’ve been in love with him for quite some time, and if he felt the same I feel like he would have asked by now.” 

“(Y/n)…” Eden reassures, “You shouldn’t doubt yourself so much. You see, I bet that Andrew would be thrilled to know that a woman as sweet and kind as you is into him. I think you and him would be a very good match, I just… I didn’t necessarily expect it to happen, you know? I never would have guessed that you were sweet on him, so I never suggested it. After all, we’ve all practically grown up together, have been friends for so long. It’s the same reason I didn’t suggest John, by the way. It just didn’t cross my mind in the first place.”

“Well, you were acquainted with Simon too long before you liked him in that way, no? And yet, you married him.” 

Eden thinks for a moment. “I… Guess there is no arguing that.” she muses. “But would you like a word of advice, (Y/n)?” 

You perk up your head in question. “Yes?” 

“They will be here in a few hours. And… Once they are here, go talk to him. Trust me. Just be yourself, show him you are still that same sweet, kind girl from back in the day and interested to converse with him. If he doesn’t see you for what you are worth, he isn’t deserving of you, anyways.” 

“Talk to him? But I can’t— What could I talk about, then? I’m just going to make a fool of myself, be a stuttering mess, stumble over my words—” 

“—(Y/n). Don’t be so hard on yourself. You are a beautiful, wonderful woman who loves God. You are one of the most honest, genuine people I know. He’d be lucky to have you by his side, and who knows, you might be pleasantly surprised on what he feels for you.” 

You purse your lips, fiddling with your sleeve for a moment as you contemplate her words. 

“Give it some thought, okay? I’m sure that Andrew would love to speak to you more often, and perhaps something beautiful will bloom from it.” 

As you walk over to the counter again to continue on the challah, you ponder the words of your sister. 

“I’ll think about it.” you tell her. 

Eden smiles.  

“Good. You’ve got until tonight.” 

—

The home of Simon and Eden is a little cramped by the time all the invitees have showed up, but it doesn’t deter you nor your sister from serving the guests. You’ve been nervous ever since Andrew has crossed the threshold. In the end, you had decided to just wear what you were already wearing, not fond on drawing attention to yourself to begin with. 

You place a cup of wine in front of Jesus, Who kindly smiles at you. “Thank you, (Y/n). Are you alright? You look a little flushed.” 

Since you don’t want to lie to Jesus, you leave the answer in the middle. “I’ll be fine.” you mutter, which isn’t entirely untrue. Regardless of how the evening goes, you will be just that— fine. Your gaze flickers to the curly-haired former fisherman currently in conversation with Thaddeus. Jesus hums as He follows your eyes, smiling a little. 

“You know, I didn’t take that other seat next to Andrew for a reason. Eden was very adamant about it.” 

You gulp — look back at Eden, who is speaking to Simon at the kitchen counter — then back at Jesus.

“Do you know what she means by that?” You are fully aware that Jesus knows exactly what this is about.

“I… Have an inkling.” 

“An inkling?” Jesus smirks and nods towards the empty seat. “Go. Eden will take over the hosting duties for a moment, and if she needs an extra pair of hands, she knows where to find Me.” 

Who are you to say no to Jesus’ instructions? Eden likely told Him on purpose. You find her gaze across the table whilst you take off your apron, and she winks. As you sit down next to Andrew with bucking knees, he looks up with a kind, almost surprised smile.

“Oh, shalom (Y/n)! How nice to see you again. I have to compliment you on your challah once again. I know I keep saying it, but wow, you never cease to amaze me.” Andrew’s eyes widen as he sees the blush on your face, then realises how he worded his praise, “I—I mean with your bread— Of—Of course you are a great person, too. I— I think— I think you’re great.” 

You smile softly at him, butterflies raging around in your stomach as you gaze upon his genuine expression. “Thank you for your sweet words, Andrew.” 

He gives you an almost giddy look before he snaps out of it, clearing his throat.

“Would you like a drink? Bread? Grapes?” 

“Please.” you softly murmur. He gives you a sweet look.

As he reaches for said items of food scattered around the table, Simon leans towards his wife, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s up with them, huh?” 

“They’re totally into each other.” Eden whispers back. 

Simon nearly chokes on his own saliva. “What? (Y/n) is into Andrew? How is it, that I only find this out now? Did you know about this? For how long has this been going on?” 

“I found out this afternoon while we were preparing Shabbat dinner. It turns out that she has managed to keep her feelings hidden for over a decade.” 

“Over a decade? Are you telling me that I could have been saved from Andrew talking my ear off by pining over her constantly for a whole decade? (Y/n) this, (Y/n) that… I mean, I wouldn’t mind her as my sister-in-law, she’s a very nice person and I think they’d be a good match. But he could have been with her all this time and still he decided to constantly speak to me about it.” 

Eden hums and raises an eyebrow at him, turning to the counter to get the guests a refill of wine. 

“She’s already you sister-in-law, Simon.” she reminds him.

Simon frowns at that, thinking for a moment before his face falls into realisation. “Oh, yeah, that’s true… Anyways, let’s hope and pray that they will finally set things in motion now. It’s been ten long years overdue.” 

“I hope so, too.” Eden replies.

She smiles, pivots to the dinner table with a certain flair, and momentarily meets Jesus’ gaze. He nods towards you and Andrew, then winks at her. She returns it before tending to her guests again.

[d3adgayw1zzyr3ad3r]

JEGULUS BUT ITS UNRECIPROCATED "PART OF ME" MY NOAH KAHAN FROM REGGIES PERSPECTIVE

Okay I'll cry and also goodnight now

[countylines]

Every time I hear the lyrics “we write out the ends on our palms, dear / Then forget to read” I think about that iconic jily text post where she freaks out about her life line being small, but James reassures her that it must be wrong because his is the same way and there’s no way James Potter gets his life cut short…..

[doyelikehaggis]

Gleescendants

So, I saw @hevanderson ‘s take on a Glee x Descendants crossover, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it until I made my own version (with a few ideas pinched from their post, because some of them were just too good to change, so I’ve marked those ones with stars!)

• Rachel Berry (Daughter of Tinker Bell)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Never Land) / Species: Half-Fairy / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Pixie Dust Flight

• Finn Hudson (Son of Ariel and Eric)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Westerley, Eric’s Castle) / Species: Half Mer-Man / Royal Status: Prince (heir to the throne) / Abilities: Mermaid Physiology, Tourney

• Kurt Hummel (Son of Cruella De Vil)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost (Hell Hall) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilites: Sewing, Tailoring, Fencing, Fashion Design

• Quinn Fabray (Daughter of Anna and Kristoff)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Arendelle) / Species: Human / Royal Status: Princess (heir to the throne) / Abilities: Magic, Cryokinesis, Cheerleading

• Santana Lopez (Adopted daughter of Dr Facilier)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost (Dr Facilier’s Voodoo Emporium) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Voodoo, Sleight of Hand, Fortune Telling, Cheerleading

• Sam Evans (Son of Mr Smee) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost (“The Lost Revenge ship) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Sailing, Tourney

• Blaine Anderson (Son of Snow White)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Charmington) / Species: Human / Royal Status: Prince (Second in line to the throne) / Abilities: Zoolingualism, Boxing, Cheerleading

• Brittany Pierce (Daughter of Merlin)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Camelot Heights, Camelot Castle) / Species: Witch / Royal Status: Future advisor to the Monarch of Camelot / Abilities: Magic, Soothsaying, Metamorphosis, Cheerleading

• Tina Cohen-Chang (Daughter of the Mad Hatter)

Raised in/on: Wonderland (Queen of Hearts’ Castle) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Hat-Making, Fashion Design, Riddles

• Mike Chang (Son of Mulan and Li Shang)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Northen Wei) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None (Supposed to be joining the Imperial Army/become General) / Abilities: Dancing, Martial Arts, Horse Riding, Expert Swordsmanship, Archery

• Artie Abrams (Son of Belle and Adam) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Auradon (Auradon Central, Beast Castle) / Species: Part-Beast / Royal Status: Prince (Heir to the throne) / Abilities: Beast Form

• Mercedes Jones (Daughter of Hercules and Megara) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Auradon (Olympus) / Species: Part God / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Demigod Physiology

• Noah “Puck” Puckerman (Son of Hades)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Demigod / Royal Status: Prince of the Underworld / Abilities: Pyrokinesis

• Marley Rose (Daughter of Fairy Godmother) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Auradon / Species: Part Fairy / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Magic, Pixie Dust Flight

• Jake Puckerman (Son of Hades)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Demigod / Royal Status: Prince of the Underworld / Abilities: Pyrokinesis

• Unique Adams (Daughter of the Queen of Hearts)

Raised in/on: Wonderland (Queen of Hearts’ Castle) / Species: Human / Royal Status: Princess (Heir to the throne) / Abilities: Chess

• Kitty Wilde (Daughter of the Cheshire Cat)

Raised in/on: Wonderland / Species: Part Feline / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Feline Physiology, Cheerleading, Invisibility, Teleportation, Manipulation

• Sebastian Smythe (Son of Hans) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Human / Royal Status: Prince / Abilities: Lacrosse, Manipulation

• Sugar Motta (Daughter of Gaston and one of the Bimbettes)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Human / Royal Status: None

• Dave Karofsky (Son of Madam Mim)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Warlock / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Dark Magic, Tourney

• Jesse St. James (Son of Hook)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Swordsmanship, Swimming

[postnuclearel]

HELLO!

My name is El, I'll take any pronouns. This is basically a list of my interests and stuff I like so that I can pin it in case anyone is interested. I'm neurodivergent and usually my hyper fixations swing between these every couple of months

Marauders Era HP

Dead Poets Society

Good Omens

Peaky Blinders

Formula One

Doctor Who

Crime Dramas (LINE OF DUTY AND VERA ESPECIALLY!!!)

I love reading, especially classics, actions and anything well written with a sad ending.

I love poetry and Emily Dickinson is my fav poet

I collect records!

Pasta is my favourite food ever ever ever (I eat it so much I genuinely think I have a condition)

I write fanfiction sometimes (whenever I have motivation and I'm not too busy)

60s/70s music (The Beatles, Fleetwood Mac, The Velvet Underground) I honestly just have a massively diverse music taste there's no way to pin it down, like it goes from Lana Del Rey to Adam and the Ants to the Smiths to TV Girl and I have a playlist with 768 songs on that I shuffle whenever I want to listen to music. - Boy Genius & especially Phoebe Bridgers - Hozier (I'm seeing him live in June and Lord Huron!) - I'm the biggest Billy Joel fan to ever exist - Taylor Swift (The music and not the person - I don't support some of the things she's done)

Thank you for reading <3

[rabctrl]

btw today im missing the "everywhere, everything" jegulus edit

[lookingforsneha]

Grant Chapman is so "all my love" by Noah Kahan

[kaitlinj16]

NOAH CALHOUN & ALLIE HAMILTON

Matching Icons

The Notebook (2004)

❤❤❤

♡ like / reblog if you save / use ;)

[shipping-world1994]

Teen Wolf couples costumes:

Sterek: Captain Hook and Emma Swan

Petopher: Luke and Mando

Jaeden: Rumbelle

Allydia: Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy

Danny and Isaac: Malec

Scott and Avery: Will and Jack Sparrow

Michael and Martha May: Evil Queen and Robin Hood

Jackson and Ethan: BatCat

Cora and Aiden: Ariel and Eric

Malia and Kira: Alice and The Mad Hatter

Jordan and Laura: Johnny and Baby

Talia and James: Han Solo and Leia

Noah and Kali: Snow White and Prince Charming

[saturnville]

naked.

pairing: luke james inspired male oc x black fem reader. warning: 18+ sensuality + imagery. inspiration: naked by marques houston (luke james cover).

note: if u saw tank’s tiny desk concert, then u saw luke’s brief rendition of “naked” by marques houston. i need a full cover.

The lights were lost in the darkness of the night. A candle in the entryway acted as the sole indicator of light. He didn’t need it—he easily found his way around her body with his calloused fingertips and soft lips.

Though her silhouette was the sole object illuminated by the candlelight, he saw a small glimpse of her eyes. Pools of melted chocolate with boats of honey, drifting down streams of vanilla cream.

Then her lips. Marshmallow lips coated in sweet sugar.

His curious hands touched, rubbed, and caressed every inch of her physique. They landed on the sweetness between her thighs. Sticky fingers dipped in chocolate syrup—delicious against awaiting tastebuds.

Her lips fell ajar as he toyed with the place she craved him the most. His tongue traced her chest. Candy mounds on a plate of hot caramel.

Down her canvas he descended until he was met met by her plush thighs. He nudged them open softly. Golden-wrapped riches guarded by the lips of an edible treasure chest.

Devilishly sweet.

[achillyscomedown]

𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 / 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠 / 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘 / ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 / ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 / 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦’𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 / 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦 / 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ

𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒 / ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 / 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ / 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 / 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔? / ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝? / 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 / 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 / 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 / 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭 / 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 / 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Andrew | The Past To Rest | Romantic

Dialogue prompt: “I just need one date. That’s it.” 

Uncertain whether you’d like to be with the brother of your former bully in spite of having feelings for him, you decide to give him one chance.

Requested by Livvy

Mary’s place isn’t large nor luxurious but you don’t mind it in the slightest. It is good enough to host four women although the furniture needs to be shoved around a bit, and soon enough, you’ve created a cosy little space for all of you. You have claimed a spot in the corner and have positioned a few cushions here and there, reluctantly giving two away to both Tamar and Ramah, making yourself a little cocoon of comfort, together with a few old blankets Mary had lying around to complete it. 

“You look very snug.” Tamar laughs lightly as she tosses you an apple. You catch it gracefully and sit up a bit. 

“I am. It’s been some time since we’ve slept with an actual roof over our heads and I intend to make the best of it.” 

“I second that,�� Ramah adds, planting a hand on her hip as she looks around the place you’ve created for yourselves. “I really like this. Thank you for letting us stay here, Mary.” 

The woman in question smiles softly and shrugs. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. It’s too big for one person, anyways.” 

“Nonsense, Mary. Stop being so humble. You could have charged us rent for this,” you jest, causing her to laugh. 

“Oh, shush.” 

You smile and take a large bite of the apple, sighing as you sink away into your pillows. “You never know what you have until you lose it. For example, a good bed. Or at least one that stands above the ground.” 

Ramah hums as she looks at you, taking a sip of her drink. “Had you told me a year ago I’d sleep under the stars more often than not, I’d have considered you mad.” 

“Me, too,” you must admit, “I only realised the kind of luxury I lived in until it was taken from me. Not only do I consider it unnecessary now, but I also feel more grateful for the few things I do have.” 

You ponder back on your old life for a moment whilst you enjoy the fresh fruit. Before you decided to follow Jesus you had lived with your parents, not yet being betrothed. Alphaeus and Elisheva hadn’t found you an eligible bachelor yet whom they deemed fit for marriage to their only daughter. Ever since they disowned Matthew, they had become extra protective over you, and in turn, extremely picky when it came to choosing a potential suitor for you. 

Before you could be married off however, you decided to follow the Messiah. Although hesitant about the ordeal at first, your parents supported you eventually, noticing how much fulfilment it gave you. They had yet to become believers themselves, but perhaps you could pay them a visit now that you were around Capernaum again in order to try and convince them.

You joined the group before Matthew did, and one individual in particular saw an issue with that. Your former bully, Simon the son of Jonah, found that the sins of your brother clung to you as well, as if it had been your choice that he took up the job of publicanus. 

However, reason seems to have never truly developed in Simon even after puberty, making it so that he often makes snide comments in this day and age, long after your brother has decided to follow the Messiah as well. 

A shame, for you have caught feelings for Simon’s younger brother. What one feels cannot be dictated, so you have been trying to push away your secret pining for a long time. After all, the last thing you want is for Simon to become your brother-in-law. Besides, if Andrew liked you in that same way, he would have stood up for you by now. Needless to say, you don’t want these feelings for him.

Tossing the core of the eaten apple into the bin, you sigh and wrap a blanket around you tightly. 

“(Y/n),” Tamar guffaws, “It’s sweltering hot in here, you don’t need—” 

“—I’m very comfortable. That’s all what matters.” 

You laugh, Tamar rolling her eyes playfully at your antics. Mary notices an absentminded smile on Ramah’s face, a small smile tugging at the lips of the woman from Tel Dor, her fingers fiddling with the bright red of her veil.

“What’s on your mind…?” Mary asks in a sing-song voice, causing both you and Tamar to pipe up with great interest. “Or should I say, whom?” 

Ramah can’t help her face from beaming at the mention of Thomas, making you click your tongue in adoration. “Look at that blush!” you quip, “Ramah is in loo-oove!” 

“Oh, come on, don’t be so loud about it!” 

“Ramah and Thomas... Getting together, getting married, having babies…” you drawl, grinning as you tease your friend. “O-o-oooh!” 

Ramah snorts a laugh and tosses the cushion you had handed her earlier back into your arms, making you grin. “Thank you very much,” you hug it closer to your chest, “Now… Are things finally happening or what?” 

Mary rests her chin on her hand and smiles at Ramah whilst Tamar wiggles her eyebrows, causing you to snicker. Ramah bites her lips and leaves you in the dark for just a few more moments. 

“As soon as he sees an opportunity, Thomas is going to ask Jesus if he can go to Tel Dor to ask my father for my hand in marriage…” 

You squeal in unison with Tamar, whilst Mary beams from ear to ear. “Oh, wow! And when is that?” 

“Soon, I hope. We truly hope that he will agree, but I know that it is going to be tough. My father is not yet a believer, as you all know.” 

You hum in acknowledgement, knowing the painful feeling of non-believing parents and wanting to gain their support.

“How about you, (Y/n)?” Ramah suddenly redirects the attention, and you give her a questioning look.

“Hm?” 

“Do you have your eye on someone?” 

Your eyes widen and you frown, looking at your lap. “Me? Uh… No, no, I don’t have time for things like that.” You shrug and plaster a fake smile over your lips to hide your sudden flustered state. “I’m not into anyone, and I don’t think I will be looking for anyone soon, either.” 

Tamar snorts a laugh as the women fall silent for a moment, staring at you in disbelief. “Do you expect us to believe you?” 

Your heart hammers inside your chest as you grow uncomfortable. “Huh? What do you mean?” 

Mary smirks. “Please, (Y/n). You aren’t exactly subtle whenever we bring up Andrew.” The colour drains from your face at the mention of his name and you nearly choke on your own saliva. 

“That’s— Utter nonsense!” 

“You’re proving her point, girl,” Tamar teases, grinning as she leans closer to you, “Don’t think we can’t see the way your entire body language changes whenever he’s the topic of conversation, or whenever he is standing close to you.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mutter, but your sudden fiddling with the cushion in your lap betrays you. “Besides, it wouldn’t work anyways!” 

Ramah smiles softly. “Why not? From what I’ve gathered, Andrew thinks you are very sweet, too.” 

Your eyes shoot up to meet hers and you gulp. “What? Really? I— I mean, whatever? Why would I care?” Mary and Tamar give each other a knowing smirk. 

“Come on, admit it. We know you like him and we know he likes you back. Tamar heard him speak to Philip about it the other day.” Mary muses.

You give the woman from Ethiopia a look, and she nods eagerly to confirm it. “Yes, it’s true. He asked Philip for advice on how to approach you, wondering what would be a gentlemanly way to go about it.” 

You snort a laugh and roll your eyes. “Sure, he’s asking Philip. You expect me to buy that? Come on, he’s got a brother who is married. If Andrew were to ask for any advice of such nature, he’d ask Simon. Not an unmarried man. Psh.” 

Picking at a loose thread on the cushion, you try to ignore their scrutiny. Ramah takes a sip from her cup before giving you a thoughtful look. “Perhaps he’s afraid of what Simon might think of his crush on you. I know that you have a… Rather sensitive past. Simon used to bully you, no?”

“Yes!” you immediately exclaim, “and he still makes mean comments about Matthew’s past! And it is the exact reason why I can’t like Andrew in the way I do, because it would be too complicated!” 

“Complicated?” Mary quizzes, “With Jesus, things are a whole lot less complicated. I mean, look at where He found me in life, and look at where He brought me.” 

“Of course, but that is between you and Jesus,” you say with a sigh, “Not between you and… Another ‘regular’ person, for lack of better term.” You let out a frustrated huff. “Not between you and your literal bully.”

“Brother of your former bully.” Ramah corrects you.

As you run a hand down your face, Tamar scoots a little closer to you, putting a hand on your arm. You look up from your comfortable position in your blankets and pillows, which have started to become more of a hiding spot than anything. 

“What happened in the past should not determine the present or the future.” 

“Tell that to Simon,” you bitterly respond, “It is not as if he likes me now, or Matthew.” 

“It goes both ways.” Tamar then adds, “You have to let go of the past, too.” 

You swallow hard. “I already have let go of the past—” you mutter, “Really! I just— I can’t do it to Matthew to walk up to him and say something along the lines of ’oh by the way, I am going to marry the brother of our bully, have a nice day!’” You throw your hands up in frustration. The pillow that had been in your lap rolls onto the ground, but you don’t chase it.

Mary sighs and picks it up, putting it behind her. “Listen, (Y/n). You would find it unfair of them to judge you by your past, no?” 

You grit your teeth. “Simon teased us before Matthew took on the position. Besides, it is not my responsibility what my family chooses to do. Simon should finally learn that.” 

“So you would cheat yourself out of a potentially very fulfilling relationship because of that?” 

“I—” You open your mouth to speak, but words die on your tongue. You let out a noise of frustration.

“(Y/n),” Ramah muses, “All of us have learnt so much during our time with Jesus. One of the main lessons was to not judge others by who they were, but instead focus on who they are today, transformed and renewed by the Messiah. Redeemed. You wouldn’t judge Mary by her past, would you?”

“I… No.” 

“So why hold it against them? Andrew is as responsible for Simon’s choices, as you are for Matthew’s.”

Unable to find a good counter-argument, you sigh, thinking for a long moment under three watchful gazes. With a sound of defeat, you swallow hard. 

“Fine,” you say, “I will give him a chance. I just need one date. That’s it. One for Andrew to prove himself to me.” 

Ramah puts her hand on your shoulder and smiles down at you. “Be fair about it, (Y/n). Be kind on him, for I am sure it has gone through his mind as well. Knowing Andrew, I think he is very regretful about the past and most likely would apologise if you gave him a chance to.” 

You look up at your friends, letting the tension from your shoulders fade. You know deep down that they are right, and that it would be unfair of you to remain bitter about what once was. 

“But to come back to what you said,” Mary muses, smiling softly, “I think that one date is all that it requires for him to finally allow him to win you over once and for all.”

With a growing blush, you laugh and hide your face in your hands. “Quit teasing me about it! The more you do it, the higher the chance that I will chicken out!” 

“We will make sure that you won’t!” Tamar counters, pointing a finger at you, “And if you do, we will personally drag you to Andrew so that you can finally confess to him!” 

Tamar is unable to dodge the cushion launched at her face.