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jflashandclash · 5 years ago

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Tales From Mount Othrys

Ajax: Magical Daycare III

It was like drinking Melon-flavored Pop Rocks. In summary, ten out of ten: Pax would drink mysterious liquids from witches again.

What was better: when Axel went to swat Pax’s head, his hand barely touched Pax’s twisted black locks. As Pax had hoped, something spooky was happening. The world was getting HUGE. So was his clothing. The flannel shirt collapsed from his waist. Although Axel always towered over Pax, his older brother looked like a giant now.

“Is there tree nut in that?!” Axel had asked before he realized how small his brother had gotten.

Alabaster withdrew a mini flip notebook from a vest pocket and clicked out a pen. “An allergy? Noted. Tree nuts are the least troublesome ingredient you’ll find in here.”

By then, Axel panicked for another reason.

Or, Pax assumed it was because Pax, himself, was now at Axel’s ankle height. His oversized band shirt had settled in a nice, warm blanket around him. He felt very warm in general and enjoyed the sensation of burrowing. When he glanced around, Pax was elated how easily he could focus on subtle movement around the room: the way Alabaster flicked his pen back and forth, the way Lou Ellen held her hands over her mouth to repress a giggle, the slightest twitch of Mercedes’ lips, and the way the vein in Axel’s forehead pulsed as he demanded Alabaster fix his brother.

Pax reached out to pat Axel’s foot and assure him that he was honored to have been miniaturized in the name of magic. His paw didn’t reach far enough.

Paw?

If Pax could have grinned, he would have. His facial muscles didn’t react. What did react were his short, clawed paws. His body felt different. He tried to glance down and bopped his face into the floor. After shaking his snout, he glanced to the side to find a furry, long, almost-serpentine body.

And, the best thing ever.

He. Had. A. Tail.

Pax jumped. The end of his body reflexively straightened and his short, black-tipped tail followed. Pax turned, sprinting after his tail, and curled in on himself to grab it.

This new body was way more flexible than his boring human one.

“You turned him into a ferret!” Axel panicked.

“Actually, I believe that’s a weasel,” Mercedes said, watching Pax roll on the floor and bat at his tail.

“It is,” Alabaster said. He frowned, crossed his arms, and gave his sister a chastising scowl. “It was supposed to be a polecat.”

The girl sheepishly shrugged. “At least it’s the right family.”

“Genus,” Alabaster corrected absently. As though that was the part upsetting Axel, he apologized, “Sorry, she’s still learning her classifications.”

“I don’t care about—what is in this stuff?!” Axel demanded. He took a threatening step closer to the witches, shoving his vial at them, the one Alabaster had poured from his science beaker.

“Yours is a new brew of tea,” Alabaster said, staring thoughtfully to where Pax tried biting through Axel’s boot. Alabaster swallowed. “I think.”

Axel looked about ready to start throwing punches.

To prove that would be an unnecessary show of aggression towards the two coolest people Pax now knew (and because the black cat had noticed his movement and was doing an excited cat-butt-shuffle with a hunter’s pair of dilated eyes), Pax darted at the girl’s lab coat. He stood on his hind paws, rising much taller than he’d anticipated. As he had hoped, his claws effortlessly dug into her canvas material. Easier than he ever could as a human, he clamored up the front of her jacket.

The girl giggled in delight when Pax sat on her shoulder and snuggled into her black locks. That was not the typical reaction he got when he snuggled against people he didn’t know. Pax wondered, passively, what else he could get away with in weasel form. She smelled richly of cooking herbs and sandalwood. Her brother’s scent was even stronger, almost overpowering, as Alabaster reached to rub between Pax’s ears.

Pax’s heart thudded in his little chest as those beautiful, emerald eyes leveled with the girl’s shoulder. “Huh, her heterochromia remained,” Alabaster said, tilting up Pax’s snout with a bent index finger. Pax was pleased to hear his clothing had confused at least one person today. “There must be some sort of magical interference.”

“Maybe mixed magic in her ancestry or maybe a previous curse?” the girl suggested. The idea seemed to excite her.

“She’s remarkably calm. Has your sister been turned into a weasel before?” Alabaster’s questions were more to himself than Axel.

Axel’s rage melted at Alabaster’s question about mixed magic. Although Pax was preoccupied staring at Alabaster’s emerald eyes, Pax could guess that his brother had paled.

Without waiting for a response, Alabaster glanced at Mercedes. “Where do they come from?”

“Jack,” Mercedes answered. “Their names are Pax One and Pax Two.”

“That’s awfully convenient for records—wait—Jack doesn’t care about new comers,” Alabaster muttered. His eyes focused on Mercedes like he only now registered her as a living thing. “And who are you?”

“Someone who is about to be late for morning prayer. Is there a meditation room aboard this ship?” she asked.

Alabaster’s eyes flicked from her shawl back to her eyes. “There is for people who have names. Unless you’d like to be Pax Three.”

Pax liked listening to the two of them talk. It was quick and dangerous like dangling a stringed mouse in front of a jaguar.

“Mercedes,” she answered, struggling to keep her lip from twitching.

“Like the Count of Monte Cristo,” Alabaster said thoughtfully. “A beautiful name.”

Mercedes opened her mouth. Pax had to wonder if she thought Alabaster was going to make the “Benz” comment and had a witty retort. Instead, she smiled.

Pax wanted to be able to make everyone in the room smile like that. He had a feeling Alabaster and Mercedes didn’t often enough, similar to how Axel didn’t smile often enough. Maybe he and the green-eyed, giggly girl needed to start conspiring.

“There is a chapel on the top floor of the ship, two floors above the deck. You will pass Luke setting up his sword training. He will be in a foul mood this morning,” Alabaster said it like it had nothing to do with him. With Pax’s enhanced eyesight, he noticed the slightest quiver in Alabaster’s hands.

He flipped a page on his little notebook and wrote something. Once done, he tore off the page and handed it to her. “Lou Ellen and I take advantage of the sunlight in the chapel for a small garden. You will find instructions here that say you are to help tend to my sick herbal ingredients five times a day. You will find that not everyone aboard the ship is comfortable with the idea of genuflecting before deities other than the titans. If they do, show them this slip of paper. There are clean towels rolled beside the garden lot that we use for tending. They are not ideal, I know, but can be used if you need.”

Mercedes stared at Alabaster for a moment. Pax didn’t understand most of what Alabaster said. As far as he could tell, he’d just given her a lot more work.

Carefully, Mercedes took the paper from Alabaster’s hands, folded it, and slipped it inside her pocket. “Thank you,” she said. Her voice shook a little. She cleared her throat. “I am quite capable of teaching people tolerance if need be. I’ll set Axel’s sister’s clothing in the corner so Pax can get changed whenever she morphs back.”

Although the motion was fast and subtle, Mercedes winked at Pax. If weasels could grin, Pax would have. At least someone appreciated his game.

Alabaster blushed at the mention of a “girl” being naked around him. Pax liked his blush. With how pale the boy was, it made his face look like a tomato. He waved Mercedes off.

Axel sighed, seeming much calmer after observing the conversation.

She gathered Pax’s things, set them in a corner behind an ingredient shelf, faired Pax One and Pax Two well, and left the room for to wash for morning prayer. Pax would have to ask her what religion she was later. They didn’t have to wash before going to mass—well, unless they got into a fight. Pax’s eldest brother, Kouta, liked to smash people’s faces into the dirt and sit on their backs to get the point across.

Axel nodded after Mercedes. “That was good of you to do that for her.”

Lou Ellen giggled. She shoved Alabaster’s shoulder. “Look at you doing something nice for someone. Has your opinion on the All Powerful God changed?”

Alabaster snorted. “Praying is wasteful when your god is too cowardly to show his face directly. However, I am not one to tell people how to waste their time if false security comforts them.”

Axel stiffened at those harsh words. Pax wondered if Axel prayed beyond when Chiich or Frasco made them say meal and nighttime prayers or when they went to church. “Would you say that to her face?” Axel snapped. From the sound of Axel’s anger, he did pray.

“Verbatim, but she’s not the one that mentioned all powerful deities. Lou Ellen did. So I’m saying it to her.” Alabaster didn’t seem to notice Axel’s flexing muscles. He gestured towards the vial in Axel’s hands. “Now, hurry up and test that tea, Pax One—”

“Axel,” he growled.

“I don’t know, Al,” Lou Ellen said. Pax clawed at some of her stray hair so he could better see her face. She was blushing at his older brother. Her hand looked enormous when it reached to untangle Pax from her locks. “If his little brother reacted odd due to mixed magic or a curse…”

“True,” Alabaster said. He shook the thought off. “Lelly, that wouldn’t affect how tea tastes.” He looked annoyed.

Her laugh was light.

Alabaster turned back to Axel, tapping his chin with his pen. Those emerald eyes examined Axel with a new interest.

A sense of foreboding made Pax bristle out his fur. He almost slipped off Lou Ellen’s shoulder and had to dig his claws deeper in the canvas to stay mounted.

Yea, these were witches, but they would never be able to undo the Mayan sorcery that Axel had worked—they couldn’t undo what Axel did to his face. Frasco taught him how to do it years ago, and Axel had spent years perfecting—

Neither Pax nor Axel realized what Alabaster was doing until it was too late.

Alabaster snatched Axel’s illusion off his face like it was a physical mask.

Axel reared backwards, like he thought Alabaster had wanted to punch him. When the illusion dissolved under the witch’s fingers, Axel took an additional stagger backwards, like he’d been hit.

“Stop!” Pax tried to shout, but it came out a high-pitched squeal. He reached a paw towards his brother to calm Axel and tell him it was okay. But, his paw only reached out a few inches.

Axel covered his face with his hands. A low growl emitted from his throat as he backed a step towards the door. Pax knew that look. Axel was scared. Scared and humiliated.

“Fascinating,” Alabaster said. He flipped the shimmering image of a normal fourteen-year-old boy’s features in his hands. It looked weird and floppy without Axel’s face to rest against. Pax didn’t know it could maintain itself when not obscuring his brother. “You know how to use the Mist. You know how to use the Mist well.”

“Told you my Mist weakening ward would come in handy,” Lou Ellen said gleefully.

Alabaster poked at the distinct dents in the mask that represented a pair of brown eyes. They looked like contacts sewn into rubber. “Monsters use the Mist like this all the time, but I would have never thought about using it on a human—”

“Give. It. Back,” Axel snarled. As best he could while covering his face, he rose to full height and took a step forward.

Pax needed a distraction and he needed it fast. While his brother was awesome and infallible, Pax wasn’t sure how he’d fair against these two Ravenclaws in a brawl. And he didn’t want to fight with their new friends.

Like the Greek gods had been listening and generous for once, a distraction was exactly what Pax received.

He lunged towards his brother. His intention was to prevent a fight. Unfortunately, weasel paws weren’t as good at propelling forward as human paws. He began to fall short by several feet.

Then, his weasel hind legs slammed into the floor higher than they should have. The fore paws, that he intended to extend between the two parties, reached the full span of both witches. He stood to human height, his butt exposed to the witches and his front to his brother.

All Pax could think about was how everything felt much colder. Why didn’t humans have fur? Fur seemed like such a great idea. Pax realized, belated, that wasn’t what he should have been focusing on.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Pax *ehem* has a bit of a nudity problem. Matthias recently told him nudist colonies were a thing, and now he won’t stop submitting it in Jack’s suggestion box for Ways to Make Camp Othrys Better.

Stay tuned next week for the final segment of this short story!

#Tales from Mount Othrys #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #PJO #HOO #TFMO #fanfiction #Alabaster #Luke #Axel #Pax #Lou Ellen #Matthias #Flynn #jack #FINaLLY a weasel!!!!#delicous delicious tea.....#It's too late for me to have caffiene right now and it's slowly destroying me.....

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takaraphoenix · 5 years ago

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shadowhunters for the ask game

Oooh, the shiny! Thanks for playing *^*

Top 5 favourite characters: JACE Herondale, Magnus Bane, Lydia Branwell, Isabelle Lightwood, Simon Lewis

Other characters you like: Raphael Santiago, Bat Velasquez

Least favourite characters: Maryse Lightwood, Jocelyn Fairchild, Valentine Morgenstern. All three of them can get fucked ^-^v

Otps: uh let’s say Top 5? Magnus/Jace, Alec/Jace, Simon/Jace, Raphael/Jace, Bat/Jace

Notps: Luke/Maryse, Jace/Clary, canon Magnus/Alec

Favourite friendships: Jace & Alec, Jace & Simon, Isabelle & Clary

Favourite family: okay so that’d be my non-canon construct of Luke/Catarina being married and raising Madzie together and also Clary getting a good stepmom here. Also Jace is part of this family too because fight me on Luke and Clary accepting Jace into their family during the time they though him and Clary were blood ^-^

Favourite episodes: uuuh Blood Calls for Blood? The reveal of Jace and Clary being siblings, Imogen’s gorgeous face appearing for the first time, Lydia and Isabelle, the Jace angst with “Michael Wayland”‘s return, maybe also You Are Not Your Own because Sebastian and Imogen’s pretty faces and the great acting on the Magnus-Valentine body-switch and again lotsa Jace angst

Favourite season/book/movie: deeefinitely season 2, man. Season 2 was actually good. Like, there were still some downsides to it, but overall it was good

Favourite quotes: not really a quote-kinda-gal

Best musical moment: *blinks* sadly this show has no musical episode but good gods it sure had the chaotic energy to have one now I wish there had been an episode where a whacky spells causes everyone to sing and dance, dang

Moment that made you fangirl/boy the hardest: every time Jace and Alec get to get lost in each other’s eyes and had an actual bonding moment?? JACE MOVING IN WITH MAAAGNUS THAT ONE KILLED ME. Magnus and Jace talking on the balcony at the loft with all the kittens and in daylight, it was so nice *^*

When it really disappointed you: ...we don’t have THAT much time and like look at this, it’s already so long? So, my biggest disappointment is when they forced the kids to forgive their neglective and abusive mother because “my husband cheated on me that’s why I’m a bad mom pls pity me uwu” man I am foaming at the mouth just thinking about the shitty writing there like holy crap :D”“““

Saddest moment: shit so many, but like... inside Jace’s mind when the Owl possessed him? He was so small and broken and it hurt??

Most well done character death: nope. Like, the character deaths were... meh, at best, and frustrating at worst...

Favourite guest star: I have genuinely no idea how you define a guest star but since she is barely in episodes, Mimi Kuzyk as Imogen?

Favourite cast member: Dominic Sherwood *^*

Character you wish was still alive: IMOGEN HERONDALE

One thing you hope really happens: I mean the show has ended so there is that :D

Most shocking twist: I mean... I mean all twists were kind of REALLY predictable or foreshadowed SO HARD that they weren’t twists?? I guess the fact that they DIDN’T kill off Max was a shocking twist for me, because I know that happens in the books and I was like mentally bracing myself for it but then it didn’t happen

When did you start watching/reading?: I started watching it when it first started airing and started reading it... I think during season 2?

Best animal/creature: ...the show doesn’t have animals, which is a travesty. Creature, I guess I do like this world’s take on witches - warlocks with warlock-marks and demon-blood

Favourite location: the Institute is so cool? Old, abandoned church but super high-tech? That makes for such a stunning thing, tbh. But also the Seelie Realm is sooo pretty

Trope you wish they would stop using: miscommunication :D I swear the whole fucking way through this show they whack you over the head with characters not talking to each other, like literally the reason season 1 happens is because Jocelyn Rather Not talk to her daughter about her heritage and Luke doesn’t get to talk to her right away and it just continues through the show that characters don’t communicate to further the plot

One thing this show/book/film does better than others: uuuuuuuuuuuuuh *awkward laugh*

Funniest moments: mh...

Couple you would like to see: HELEN AN ALINE. Due to the cancellation they were crammed in there to happen within two episodes, in the background. I wish I coulda gotten a whole season of them at the Institute, slowly developing their relationship

Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: okay so I REALLY wanted to see Kate Bosworth play Céline Herondale in flashbacks. I really wanted them to elaborate further on the Circle in season 3, I wanted to SEE Stephen and Céline - heck, even younger Robert, Maryse, Luke and Jocelyn. Maybe because Luke or Imogen tell Jace stories about his parents. Either way, I faceclaim Kate Bosworth as Céline because she is beautiful and blonde and has heterochromia like Dominic Sherwood

Favourite outfit: while half of Magnus’ outfits look just ridiculous, the other half looks really fucking good. Also, Jace at the Seelie Court was A Look

Favourite item: I liked the way the Mortal Cup looked

Do you own anything related to this show/book/film?: I got custom funko pops of Magnus, Alec and Jace, I own the Herondale family ring, stickers and a button with Jace’s pretty face, a pillow-case with Jace’s pretty everything

What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race etc would you be in?: realistically, I would probably be a mundie. But I would want to be a warlock :D

Most boring plotline: Maryse figuring out her mundie life. Like. No thank you, not just because I dislike the character but also because the actual main characters didn’t even get to do shit beyond their romantic plotlines and I would have much rather seen some more of them doing life and shit

Most laughably bad moment: ...there are too many, I can’t...

Best flashback/flashfoward if any: I... I mean they barely ever did flashbacks. So I guess the best would be Magnus’ past, even though they were too short??

Most layered character: Don’t try to fight me on this, but Jace Herondale. He who starts out as a shallow asshole and then within a short time is established as only using those walls to protect himself after all the child-abuse. Then all the torture, mental health issues, the soft romantic, the sub. All those sides that go beyond that one dimensional asshole persona

Most one dimensional character: FUCKING OLLIE. Goodness, I loathe her. She is really just that obnoxious one dimensional prodding normal human who tries to get into the supernatural world and then acts all “oh no :O” when the supernatural comes to bite her in the ass -_-

Scariest moment: when they went all creepy with the owl

Grossest moment: there probably were, but I can’t recall right now

Best looking male: DOMINIC SHERWOOD AS JACE HERONDALE

Best looking female: MIMI KUZYK AS IMOGEN HERONDALE

Who you’re crushing on (if any): Imogen

Favourite cast moment: Dominic Sherwood being carried around by others :D I love that there are more than one male cast member to carry him around :DDD

Favourite transportation: that flying motorbike they absolutely underused...

Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): visiting Idris for the first time?

Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you: looooooooool the list is too long

Best promo: I don’t watch promos

At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: During the movie!

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onlyforevervoltron · 6 years ago

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Rewrite the Stars (ShiroxOC!Lilith)

dedicated to: @panda-noosh cause this is long overdue and I hope she enjoys it!

In which Shiro wants to Rewrite the Stars to be with the one he loves; Lilith

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Lilith wore a simple uniform from the Garrison holding her books close to her body, hair tied in a low ponytail she was heading home for the day and had important things to do for her parents when she gets home. Like, get ready for the Christmas ball that her parents were holding.

“This is going to be fun, I know it,” Lilith sighs getting into the car her butler had ready for her. “No friends of mine are going to be there, it’s just all of their important investors.”

“You cannot blame them, Lily,” Raul told her as he got in, buckled and began driving off. “They’re only trying to provide for you and make sure you go to the best school, even if they don’t like the Garrison.”

Lilith snorts looking outside, her green eyes shining brightly from the sun. “I doubt it, it’s more for them and less for me.”

The silence was heard in the car, Lilith began thinking about the man who was in the simulation today, guiding his team to victory. Hair black as night, eyes as grey as storm clouds. His body… Just like Hercules, just not AS buff as Hercules. She wondered if he was going to be there, the parents were going to be there, and they could bring their children. Lilith sighs again closing her eyes as her blond bangs hit her eye gently.

Lilith straightened her dress that she had on, it was a strapless white dress that hugged her chest and lifted her girls with a gold belt around her waist, it had a slit on the right side that started from the bottom of her hip and ended at the ground. She wore white heeled shoes, her hair in soft ringlets touching the bottom of her waist with her bangs pinned on the left side of her head, her now heterochromia eyes staring back at her, her right eye a jade green and her left was a honey brown. Her face held slight makeup on her face, eyeliner, and soft eyeshadow.

Taking a deep breath, she turns seeing her dress revealing her back. Smiling as she was finished with her look, Lilith grabs her white mask and puts it on her face.

“Time to go,” She began and walks off to the ballroom that her parents had at her house. Walking down the stairs and saw everyone walking towards the ballroom, Lilith stops halfway watching everyone walking in. Her heterochromia orbs were scanning everyone. She didn’t know anyone anyway, she doesn’t know why she’s going. “This is so pointless…”

“Are you coming little sister?” asked a voice behind her, she snaps her head back seeing a young man in his early 20s, dark brown hair and jade green eyes. “We’re all waiting for you to get in there,”

Lilith sighs and looks back at the door seeing her other brother standing there greeting everyone walking in. His bright blond hair back neatly, with his honey brown eyes shining. “I honestly don’t know why we need to do this…”

“Because our parents need the publicity, it’s always about them,” He said to her walking down the steps, his hair pulled back into a low ponytail and his short hair spiked up a bit. “Never about us,”

Lilith sighs walking down taking her brother's arm and he guides her to the ballroom; when they walked in, they saw everyone talking amongst each other. When Lilith lets go of her brother's arm to walk somewhere else, a hand grabbed her wrist making her jump and look back seeing her father, bright blond hair with green eyes.

“Hello father,” Lilith began raising a brow to her father. “What can I do you for?”

“I want you to meet someone,” He answers dragging her towards his group of his friends. Lilith groans quietly, reluctantly following him. When they stopped, she looked up seeing a young man standing there. “Lilith, this is Luke, Luke this is my lovely daughter, Lilith,”

Luke looks down at Lilith who was standing there, watching him with a narrowed eye. She didn’t trust him, not one bit. Luke smiles bowing her way, she smiles back and curtsies his way.

“A pleasure to meet a beautiful young woman of a successful businessman,” Luke complimented as they both stood up looking at one another. He stood maybe a half foot taller than her, but she didn’t much care for him.

“A pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Luke,” said the young maiden with a smile on her face. She looks at her father. “I hope you don’t mind father, but I’m going to step outside real quick and then I’ll be right back,”

Her father nods pecking her head, she gags in her mind as she smiles walking away. Her heels clicked against the ground as she ignores everyone glancing her way. As she steps outside, Lilith shuts the door and sighs.

“Can’t take it anymore?” asks a voice beside her making her jump and turn her head seeing a young man standing there looking at her and had a smile upon his face. Lilith looks at him, he looked familiar to her somehow and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “I don’t doubt it, considering that you’re quite whipped by your mother and father,”

Lilith scoffs and crosses her arms. “Says who?” asked the young woman glaring at him. “It so happens they let me go to the Galaxy Garrison, top of my class and I don’t have any tutors,” Lilith stomps at him and pokes her finger against his chest feeling shocks in her veins but she ignored them. “I can even beat the best male classman without even trying.”

The man chuckles, his onyx colored hair slicked back, his grey eyes bore into her own heterochromia eyes as her finger left his chest. He grabs her hand back gently making her look at him curiously with an eyebrow raised. He kissed her hand gently making her blush while looking away.

“I don’t think we’ve officially met,” The man began staring at her bowing. “I’m Takashi Shirogane, but you can call me -”

“Shiro?” inquires the young maiden staring in shock.

Shiro is taken back by her response and raises a brow at her. “You know me?”

Lilith scoffs once more, raising a brow taking her perfectly curled hair and made a makeshift low ponytail and closed her one eye gently. “Lilith Xanders, but you knew that.”

Shiro looks at her and chuckles a bit. “Should’ve known, someone like you is too good for this place, don’t even know why you’re here.”

“Because,” She laughs a bit. “I live here,” Lilith tightens her grip on his hand gently and looks at him again, wondering why he was here. “So, why are you here?”

“I saw you looked bored, figured I’d make your night by showing up,” Shiro told her and looks deep into her eyes. “I didn’t know you had two different colored eyes.”

“I keep it a secret for a reason,” Lilith says looking away sadly. “Most people find them hideous, people would look at them and make fun of me, I got called by many names and I finally asked my father to give me something that would feel – normal for once in my life.”

“May I tell you something?” asks Shiro gently grabbing her chin and making her look at him. “You’re more than normal, you’re unique and you’re so beautiful.”

Lilith was shocked about the beautiful comment, she smiles but gasped when she heard her father calling her name. She turns seeing her father walking towards her, when Lilith looks back seeing Shiro gone, a frown paints it’s way across her face as she felt sad not seeing him there. Her hand felt empty, it was strange that she didn’t feel him let go of her hand.

“Lilith,” said her father making her turn around seeing him. “Are you going to come in? We’re about to make an announcement.”

Lilith looked at him confused, but she decided to follow him anyway and went to stand by her brothers, standing in between them, she looked at both of her brothers as they both shrugged her way. Pinching her lips tightly, she wondered what her parents have planned.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of my wife and I, we thank you so much for coming to Christmas event tonight.” Said her father making everyone clap towards them. “As you know, my daughter is excelling at the Galaxy Garrison, but she still has a long way to go to catch up to her brothers,” everyone looks back seeing Lilith awkwardly waving at everyone, feeling embarrassed by what her father said.

“On another note, we have decided with permission by Mr. and Mrs. McGuire –”

“Oh no…” said Kyo with a frown. Haru nods, looks down at Lilith who took swallowed a huge lump in her throat as her stomach tightened.

Luke walks up to the stage standing there, looking proud. “– That my daughter, Lilith will be wed to this young man, Luke McGuire and make an heir to the Xanders family,”

Lilith’s eyes widen as everyone looked at her as she shrunk behind Haru. Kyo looks at their father, curious about what he was doing as everyone clapped and turned back to their parents whilst they looked at their kids.

“Oh my god…”

With that, while everyone was distracted, Lilith slipped away and went to the only place where she would feel safe and get her anger out.

Lilith stood in the training room at the Garrison, she wore her simple booty shorts and her tank top, hair in a high ponytail, hair still curled. She wore her tennis shoes as she kicked the air in front of her trying to hit the person in front of her.

The dummy just ‘stood’ there waiting for her to take a hit at him. Growling lowly, she raised her fist and punched it in the stomach and turns her body one-hundred and eighty degrees kicking it in the side, a loud ‘BAM’ shook the dummy sending it down as it hits the ground.

As it slowly makes it way up, Lilith growls again ready to take her fist but someone gently grabs it making her gasp bringing her other fist around punching another hand who caught it. Lilith sees Shiro looking at her concerned.

“You okay, Lily?”

“Obviously not, Shiro,” growls Lilith ripping her hands out of his and fixes the dummy hitting it as hard as she can. “You here to determine my life, too?”

“No… Why would I do that?” asked the young man raising a brow as she kicks the dummy as hard as she can again and looks back at him. Sweat dripping from her forehead. “Lily?”

Lilith huffs and glares at the wall. “People seem to think they know what’s best for me, they’re pushing everything on me, they want to succeed and now… And now,” she yells and kicks the dummy knocking it off the stand as it lands on the ground. “My stupid father wants me to get married! Me! Married?! Are they insane!?”

Lilith scoffs at the idea, “I’m so confused with what I want, I just want to scream…”

Shiro watches her and frowns as he walks up to her, touching her arm slowly going up, putting goosebumps on her arm where he was touching. She looks down at his hand as she guides her eyes to meet him, his grey eyes watching her slowly. Lilith turns towards him as she looks up at him.

“I wish I could rewrite the stars just so I could say you’re my destiny,” Shiro told her making her look at him snapping out of her thoughts and steps back.

“You know how much I want you right now?” questions Lilith staring at him. “I’ve admired you from afar, you are… Amazing!” Lilith puts her hands to the sides of her head. “You’re strong and you can have any girl -or any guy I honestly don’t know what your preference is- if you wanted! And yet – you chose me, why?”

Shiro walks up to her, his chest touching hers gently as he stares down at her. “You captured my heart when I first met you in Advanced Science class when we're learning about the alien life that possibly exists,” Lilith looks at him as she raises her hands to touch his broad chest. “Don’t say our hands are tied,”

“You know they are Shiro,” Lilith says closing her heterochromia orbs tightly pushing herself away and turn to fix the dummy. “There are doors we can’t walk through, it will never be just me and you, it’ll just be hopeless,”

Shiro lets out an airy chuckle, walking up behind her as she moves again. “We can fall together, fly together, whatever you want to do, Lily,”

Lilith looks at him as she goes to kick him as he raises his arm to block the kick. She takes her other leg swiping it under him as he jumps away from it. She growls, bringing her fist towards his stomach as she dodges the hit. He takes his arm, hitting her in the shoulder making her slide. Lilith growls, rushing to him quickly, jumping in the air bringing her leg down as he brings both of his arms up blocking the kick as she lands on it, doing a backflip quickly landing on the ground in a crouched position, bringing her leg once more to knock him down.

When that was successful, she jumps and lands on him, her legs straddling him as her hands pinned his arms down by his wrists. Both parties panting heavily, sweat dripping from Lilith’s forehead as she stared again in his eyes.

“I wish I could be with you, Shiro, I want so much to be with you,” Lilith says and frowns, putting her head down on his chest. “I wish I could…”

“You can just tell your family that you want to be with someone you love, not someone you just met,” advised Shiro as her grip loosened on his wrists as he brings it wrapping it around her waist and brings her close. “I’m sorry you’re going through this,”

Lilith just stays there. Enjoying his company, maybe he was right. Maybe she’ll just follow her heart and be with him, who cares what the Stars say. She’ll change them to be with the one she loves.

#voltron the legendary defender #voltron #voltron fanfic #takashi shirogane #vld shiro #fanfiction

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lickstynine · 6 years ago

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⭐️ ⭐️ all your ocs please!

I’ve been working on this for literally a day. I have 25 active OCs, so here’s FIFTY FUCKING FACTS because apparently you’re trying to kill me

Asher-He’s the only one of Vody’s sons who doesn’t grow up to be super tall. It’s a combination of poor eating habits and unfortunate genetics.-He eats spicy food when it’s offered because he wants to look tough, but he actually can’t handle his spice well at all.

Felix-He can solve a rubik’s cube in under thirty seconds.-He once singlehandedly cleaned his family’s entire house in one weekend.

Luke-They want to get a tattoo, something cute and floral on their collarbones, but they’re afraid it’ll hurt too much.-They’re considering dyeing their hair, but they’re torn between peach and lavender and light aqua.

Nate-He used to wear his hair in braids, but when he came out, he cut it all off, and he decided to leave it loose when he grew it out again.-He can grow a beard, but prefers to keep his face clean-shaven.

David-He’s read every Star Wars novel ever published, and has a spreadsheet ranking them based on quality.-He has a series of freckles on his shoulder that look like a blobby turtle.

Kazu-He naturally has a lot of effeminate mannerisms, but they’re hidden under a thick layer of forced masculinity and bitchiness, cause acting girly used to get him beat up.-He’s actually really good at sewing, cause he couldn’t afford to buy new clothes when they tore, and it’s hard to find clothes that fit right when you’re v tall and v thin.

Min-He likes to use either buttercream or modeling chocolate to decorate cakes, cause he thinks fondant tastes like sugary play-doh.-He once spent an entire weekend in a bondage harness and handcuffs.

Takao-He has several friends at school, but they’re starting to worry that he’s homeless or something cause he’s terrified to introduce them to his parents.-His cat is named Nostradamus, but Kazu can’t pronounce that and just calls him Noodle.

Kit-He’s considered getting contacts, but thinks he looks better with glasses.-He has such good hearing, he was once woken up by a maid knocking over a vase on the opposite side of the house.

Ellery-He only dyes the sides of his hair because it’s technically against dress code at his job. He parts his hair in the middle and combs it down so it hides the colour at work.-There’s like three girl nurses who have a crush on him. He has no idea.

Lucy-He’s been kicked out of a Hot Topic for trying to draw a pentagram on the floor with a red paint pen.-He finds bubblegum pop very catchy and is aggressively in denial about it.

Russ-He seems big and strong, but he lowkey just wants a stronger guy to sweep him off his feet.-He’s slightly crosseyed, and even though almost no one notices, he’s very self-conscious about it.

Cody-He keeps a sort of stubble-beard not for the aesthetic, but because he’s way too lazy to shave daily. His laziness was only encouraged when Hayley told him it looked good. These days, he only shaves a couple times a month.-Hayley picked out most of his wardrobe for him. Before she took him shopping, he owned like four t-shirts, a pair of jeans, and a pair of shorts. It wasn’t cause he couldn’t afford more clothes, he just didn’t care.

Hayley-She’s super obsessed with musicals, and makes Tamara and the boys learn parts so they can sing with her.-She’s the shortest of the triplets, and by far the widest, but all three sisters have the same shoe size. They share and borrow shoes constantly.

Tamara-She’s been wearing the same pair of glasses for about four years. Her prescription has changed, but she can’t afford new ones.-She really likes watermelon-flavoured things, but she tries to avoid them cause she feels like she’s being a stereotype.

Jace-He has a very broad vocal range. Think Brendon Urie, but he can go a bit lower and not *quite* as high.-He has a YouTube channel where he posts covers of songs he likes, and he also runs the YouTube for his band, Funeral Crashers. He’s the creative (read: insane) mind behind their music videos, and he actually has the budget to do some pretty cool shit.

Wren-He hasn’t cut his hair (save for trimming split ends) since elementary school. It’s about halfway down his back, but gradually nearing his ass.-He likes the flavor of cinnamon, but its slight spiciness bothers him, so he rarely eats it.

Silvan-He’s had the same jacket for about six years. At this point, it’s more patches than original fabric, but he’s still too broke to replace it.-He changed his last name when he moved to the (then Royaume, now République) de la mer du Sud, to fit in better and to feel more detached from Schwaerzenscheid.

Yves-He has a total baby face, and since he’s also short, he gets mistaken for a kid a lot. He stays clean-shaven anyway, because he can only really grow about half a mustache, which looks even worse.-Even though he’s an avid follower of the national religion, he’s an aggressive advocate for religious freedom, as the République is less than kind to citizens of other beliefs.

Serafino-He has a septum piercing, but that’s a fairly common thing in his home country of Estado de Ocaso. It’s a somewhat dated tradition at this point, but it’s def not looked down upon by stuck-up fucks like it is in our world.-Even though it makes him stick out like a sore thumb, he still wears traditional Ocasan clothes while he’s in the République. He refuses to ignore his heritage just to make other people more comfortable.

Désirée -She works at a biotech company, where she’s designing more functional prosthetic limbs. However, work has pretty much ground to a halt since the second revolution, so she’s taking an unofficial hiatus to join in the fighting. -Despite being the only girl in the group, she’s the second tallest. She’s shorter than Silvan (though most people are, he’s 6’2”), but at 5’10, she’s an inch taller than Serafino (which he h a t e s), and she’s got a solid four inches on Yves.

Ryan-He tends to take selfies in a really awkward pose, cause he loves to show off his heterochromia but doesn’t want to draw attention to his birthmark. As a result, most of his pics are at like a ¾ MySpace angle.-He’s a bit of an arrogant douche, but he has a decent Instagram following, where he posts lots of videos of him dancing and photos of him trying on new costumes and shit, so he has a handful of internet friends cause they don’t realize what a pain in the ass he is irl.

Siofra-She kinda wants tattoos, but is afraid they won’t look right with all her freckles.-She goes on walks/hikes with Finny at least five days a week.

Riagán-He once broke his arm on a homemade zipline. It’s a miracle that’s all he broke.-He’s incapable of shaving/trimming his beard without making tons of stupid faces in the mirror.

Cillian-He’s the only one of his siblings who needs glasses. Riagán likes to hide them just to be annoying.-He once ditched school to try out for a musical, only to barely make the chorus. It’s one of his most embarrassing and frustrating memories.

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eliasstarkos-blog · 6 years ago

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⋆ ELIAS STARKOS ( DOMINIC SHERWOOD / 25 / HE/HIM ) is one of the many humans fighting on naboo ; but unlike most people, this JEDI KNIGHT is known for their BRAVERY and dedication to THE RESISTANCE/JEDI. it’s too bad their IMPULSIVENESS has the potential to destroy them. if you see them around, you’ll recognize their MISMATCHED EYES, BLUE LIGHTSABER, DARK LEATHER JACKET & BOOTS, AND FAMILY ISSUES.

hey everyone, my name is michele and i’m super duper excited to be a part of this roleplay. i’ve been wanting to be in one related to the star wars universe because i seriously seriously love star wars more than anything. i live in the eastern time zone and work at random times so i’ll be in and out. here is the first of my babes, elias starkos !!

THE BASICS

name: elias starkos

age: twenty five / 25

birth planet: corellia

alignment: neutral good

sexuality: biromantic / bisexual

face claim: dominic sherwood

INFORMATION

elias starkos was born on corellia, a world that had been reduced to used for the creation of tie fighters and star destroyers. his parents were garik and elena starkos, his father was previously a mechanic working for the empire though he wasn’t given much of a choice in the matter. his mother was a servant to an important imperial politician at the time. after the fall of the empire his father set up his own shop and began to work on ships of his own volition while his mother helped him out. she had learned over time everything that she could from garik. not long after elias was born, sporting the blond hair of his mother and heterochromia of his eyes, one blue and the other half-brown, half-blue.

growing up he had a relatively happy childhood, he learned about the past, about his father’s time with the empire, about the rise of the new republic as he was growing up. there were those in town that once told him about what they remembered of the jedi of what the universe had been like when they had been a force to be reckoned with. he found himself especially interested, sneaking out after he had done his chores just to hear such stories.

while garik fully intended on elias taking over the family business, becoming a ship mechanic and even teaching him how to fly a ship so that he could do so if needed. he learned how to fix ships and other vehicles and while it wasn’t so bad, elias always had the feeling that he was meant for something more, that he wanted something more than being a mechanic on corellia.

when he was about six years old, he noticed that he was different. when he found suddenly a wrench was floating beside him while he stared at it and with a bit of will he managed to make it fall back to the ground. over time he found that he could do this again and again at times with bigger and heavier objects. he remembered the stories that he had been told and how there were those like him were the term called force sensitive. he hid it from his parents for half a year until his mother walked in on him levitating almost half of a ship. his parents became hush hush about it, not wanting anyone else to find out about it, because even though the empire had fallen, they were still afraid of what it might mean for him to be force sensitive.

in time it meant that when he was eight years old, luke skywalker showed up at their shop. his father had simply thought he needed something worked on and treated him as a customer, but once young elias had wandered into the shop, eyes fell upon him and in that instant luke revealed why he was here. he knew that elias was force sensitive, that he had shown signs of it. his parents had been hesitant at first and it took a lot of convincing before they conceded, as much as they wanted elias to take up the family business, realizing that their son could be more than that and could have his dream of traveling the galaxy, they allowed him to be taken with luke to train.

elias took the training quite well in his time, preferring the more physical aspects of it rather than learning about the history of the jedi. he enjoyed being able to fight and move, the old wonders of being able to levitate objects with his mind became boring in comparison and he showed so much natural talent. excelling in being able to sense where a blaster shot might come from with his eyes closed, being able to not only move quickly and strike quickly, but to put as much physical strength into his moves. but being able to levitate objects became less interesting to him.

the night of the massacre, elias had been unable to sleep. he had gone off a bit away from the main temple, spending time out by a lake, watching the way the water flowed by and the moon overhead. he hadn’t made the decision to return until after luke had almost tried to kill ben solo when much the destruction had started by those who would follow who would become kylo ren. at one point he was given a choice, (possible connection here for any knight of ren) follow kylo and go with them or die. having been loyal to luke and idealistic, elias refused and fought, much of the rest of that is a blur, the fire around them, the destruction, he remembers his opponent pulling down part of a building on top of him, thinking that they were leaving him for dead, but in truth he survived.

afterward, it took him years to find something, he tried to return home but when he did, he found only his father, his mother had died from an illness and his father’s business had tanked because of his sadness which had turned him to alcohol and spice. he tried to help his father, tried to get him out of it, but his father only became worse and angrier and then began to blame elias. if he hadn’t left, if he hadn’t chased dreams of being a jedi which failed in the end, then this wouldn’t have happened and his mother might not be dead. seeing that he couldn’t help his father, elias left and never looked back.

eventually the first order began to rise in the galaxy, elias found himself joining up with the resistance. to have a place to belong again, to have a place to do good for the galaxy. his skills came in handy, when it came to knowing how to work on ships and vehicles as well as his physical abilities. while he entirely prefers to use the lightsaber he had once created while being trained by luke skywalker, he did learn how to use a blaster if needed. as to not get kylo ren or the knights on his tail, he largely kept his presence in the resistance quiet, doing minor things here and there and never taking too big of a moment. but recent years have changed that and he knows that with his abilities that he can’t just stand aside and hold back.

he wants to stop the first order and its terror and alongside those who call themselves jedi like himself, he wants for such to rise again. to protect luke’s legacy and make the jedi a force for good once more in the galaxy. elias will do anything, even pushing his body to extreme limits if need be.

in terms of his personality, elias is quite brave and headstrong, he doesn’t let much of anything hold him back or stop him from doing what he thinks is right or what is needed. he’ll throw himself in headfirst if need be. he’s outgoing and charming at times but has a an impulsive nature that can sometimes get the best of him. he has a temper for sure just as anyone but he tries to get it in check unless he gets pushed too far.

#❪ — ✕ ⁞ ❛ intro. ❫#naboo:intro

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culturalmochi · 7 years ago

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Well uh...that was unexpected

In this world, your soulmate was decided through your eyes. When you were born, you were usually born with two different colored eyes (unless you were one of the poor brown-eyed saps who was destined to love another brown-eyed sap). Your left eye was your own and your right eye was your soulmate’s. The only way of finding your soulmate, though, was to recognize your own eye on your destined lover’s face and vice-versa. It was a strange system, but love is a strange feeling, a strange force, so it fit quite well.

---

“You did what?!” Ryan gasped in disbelief, “I can’t believe you’d make deals with a gang! Do you know what they do to people when they can’t pay off their loans??” A tall figure stalks him in the shadows. The other man on the phone is trying to explain himself but Ryan isn’t having any of it.

“They’ve killed people, Jake! They will find you and seriously fuck you up, god forbid they don’t go after your family or Aunt Trish!!” The figure grew closer as Ryan chewed out this man, Jake. Jake. That sounds familiar. This must be the guy then. The figure stalks quietly closer, and seconds after Ryan ends the phone call, he’s knocked over the head by something heavy and blunt. As the world grows darker, he catches a glimpse of an unsightly hockey mask being lifted up to show a wicked grin beneath before it all turns black.

---

To most, this job would seem gruesome. To Luke, it was daily life, his common practice. If someone didn’t pay up or disrespected him and his crew, he got to punish them. His gang was small, but that didn’t necessarily mean weak. They made loans and deals with many and their way of dealing with the dodgers was so horrid that no one wanted to mess with them, did not want to see what could happen. He had gotten a text from Jonathan, his friend and brother, that he had their latest target locked up. The cousin, Luke believed, of a man who was late for payment. According to Jon, he was kind of cute. Not for long, though.

He entered the compound, a large, underground space owned by Jon’s friend Tyler. Luke wasn’t sure he knew the guy well enough to really consider him his friend, but he was a cool guy. He walked past one of the many media spaces, large rooms dedicated to fucking around when they weren’t busy, and snuck a quick glance inside. Marcel, Anthony, and Lucas were busy shouting at each other over Mario Kart while another of their group, Craig, watched. He looked over and quietly waved at Luke before turning back to the game. He was the most recent of their gang to find their soulmate. She was a nice girl, Samantha maybe? Yeah her name was Samantha.

Soulmates were such a wild concept to Luke. Someone was magically assigned to you to love you and for you to love before you were ever born, though everyone ended up happy in the end. He didn’t think finding his soulmate was out there. He had the heterochromia, but this was such a dangerous line of work that even if he did find his soulmate, they wouldn’t want to stay with him in fear of constant danger, or maybe they’d be disgusted by his profession. Luke chuckled and continued on his way. Oh well, that was a problem for another day. He made his way past other doors to the “torture room.” It’s a cliche name, yes, but it’s all anyone could think to call it. As he opened the door, he heard Jon’s maniacal laughter directed towards who he assumed was their captive.

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Ryan was shaking violently, whispering pleas that fell onto deaf ears. He heard the door open and a second set of footsteps as the man who was creepily cackling earlier walked over to the new guy. They hugged (he thinks, it’s hard to tell while blindfolded) and started talking. These people are fucking insane if they’re so casually interacting while he sat there tied up and blindfolded. He gathered up what fleeting courage he had and did possibly the stupidest thing you can do in this situation.

“YOU ASSHOLES HAD BETTER LET ME GO OR I’LL-” Slow, almost arrogant sounding footsteps began approaching him. God he was an idiot, “I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” Ryan took a shaky breath. Him and his dumb ass mouth god fucking damn it. He knew the man was expecting an answer but he couldn’t give one. What the hell would he do?? He’s tied up in some sort of underground lair--he woke up a bit in the elevator--and he doesn’t have any sort of ties to someone as powerful as the men in this gang. Besides, as soon as his cousin hears of his death, he’ll be halfway out of the country with his family. There was absolutely no hope for him. He knew he was near tears. He did fuck all with his life and now it was about to end.

Luke chuckled and picked up a stained bat, turning it over in his hand. He had to admit, the guy looked pretty cute all tied up and terrified. He was almost glad that Jake guy failed to pay his dues. He had no time to think of that now, though. He had a job to do.

“I hope you know I have nothing against you. Your cousin or whatever just needs a little reminder that he owes us.” The man was crying now, whispering silent curses toward his cousin and prayers to whatever god he believed in. Jon was looking through the other tools on the table nearby trying to decide which would send the best message. Luke turned the bat in his hand again, thoughtfully.

“You know what, Jon, I think I wanna get a good look at this one’s face before we rough him up.” Jonathan only nodded before walking up to their captive and removing the blindfold. Luke blinked. Staring back at him was a pair of eyes, brown and hazel. Eyes that perfectly mirrored his own. What the hell? There’s absolutely no way. It’s just a coincidence. A scary fucking coincidence. He looked back up to his partner.

“Cartoonz...”

“Wait- Jon, didn’t you say the guy wore glasses?? Give me your old ones.” Jon dug through his pockets, searching intently when the man quietly spoke up again.

“Wh-What’s happening? A-Are you going to beat me up or not?” His questions were left unanswered, however, as the masked man finally pulled out an old looking pair of glasses. Luke grabbed them and placed them gingerly on their captive’s face.

“Can you see okay?” He asked. Ryan blinked a few times. They gave him glasses? Were they going to break them on his face and blind him before killing him? Were they being cruelly kind to him before ripping away any hope he had left of a quick death? He hesitated before answering.

“Uh...yes, but-“ he stopped and stared wide-eyed at Luke, who was kneeling in front of him. Something about his eyes felt so...familiar. Like he’d been staring at them in the mirror throughout his entire life. It was when he blinked again and Luke’s eyes were suddenly both brown that he realized what was happening. Luke looked up to Jonathan, his gaze softened and a little disturbed that he almost just beat the living crap out of his soulmate.

“Go tell Evan I’ll take care of the guy’s debt.” Jon nodded and left without another word. The man bound up in the chair stared up at his newly found soulmate, still a little wary, though he somehow felt at ease with him in the room, despite all the sharp objects that were previously meant to disfigure and kill him. Luke untied Ryan, the latter relieved to be free of his binds and safe from harm. He rubbed his wrists while Luke threw the ropes in the corner. The atmosphere of the room felt terribly tense so Ryan spoke up.

“...Thank you.” Good job, Ryan. Way to ease the tension you fuckwad. Okay so maybe that wasn’t a good icebreaker but hey, he at least tried right? He, however, must have said something right because Luke’s face flushed (whether from Ryan’s innocence or the fact that he nearly murdered him, but who could really know).

“You’re uh...welcome…” Luke smacked himself in the face, “God, I don’t even know your name! I’m so sorry about this.” Ryan only smiled at him. When you get past his intimidating six-foot, scary ass frame, this guy was actually an adorable softy.

“My name is Ryan...and you are...Cartoonz?” Luke chuckled softly. Ryan had a feeling that wasn’t his actual name. Why would you tell an enemy (or a victim) your real name?

“It’s Luke, actually.” The two men laugh and Luke hooks his arm around Ryan’s waist, “So what do you say to me showing you around the base?”

#ohmtoonz #soulmate au #i hope this is okay #this is literally the first time ive written in years #and i really liked this idea #so like again im sorry its shit #long post

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namtanfilm · 7 years ago

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maia roberts and the soviet space dogs — a simonmaiajace story. (ao3 link).

happy birthday popa @madzie-bane i hope you like this very long, very rushed crack-fic. sending you starpup vibes, ily have a good one!!!

MAIA. It started out as a joke. A few posts shitting on the soviet space program; nothing that would stick. Except...it sort of did. Somewhere in between one of her history classes and her journey through wikipedia’s soviet space dogs pages, it stopped being a joke. Jokes became heated rants: three notes became three-hundred.

‘’Dogs!’’ She had exclaimed to Luke. ‘’They sent dogs to space. Sweet, innocent, blindly-trusting and blissfully unaware dogs!’’

Maia’s furious arm movements more than almost spilled out Luke’s coffee, and eventually he put it down; giving up on trying to drink it. ‘’What kind of monsters do that?’’

‘’I don’t know Maia, but I really don’t think spilling my coffee is going to bring them back.’’

No - Maia knows she can’t bring the dogs back. Laika died 60 years ago, a few years old and scared and alone, and every other dog who has ever been to space is dead now too, maybe a few off-springs are still out there. But it isn’t fair. They were just harmless, sweet dogs who trusted their trainers. And then they sent them into space to die.

Maia closes her eyes. She has to do something.

So...she did. The joke of a tumblr blog she made titled laikanthrope became the new home of her rants - instead of taking them at the breakfast table with Luke - and an audience of activists and other anger-filled young adults came about.

laikanthrope: the only somewhat happy thing i can draw from all the dead space dogs, is the fact that they’re all up there together...giving the paw to every scientist and employee at the soviet space program who betrayed their trust...you’re doing great up there pups i love you

‘’Keep em’ coming.’’

Maia stares at the man in front of her, squinting. ‘’You know that’s only a thing they say in movies, right? I’m not actually allowed to keep serving you if you’re too drunk.’’

He’s blonde, clothed in a leather jacket that looks too warm for the bar, and his eyes don’t share the same color. He’s cute, by Maia’s definition, asshole cute.

He’s also annoying, something Maia has come to know about him in the limited time he’s been sitting on the bar stool. In the last thirty minutes, he has informed her that his mother is a bit of a bitch; that his brother needs to get laid, that his father just packed up the last bit of his stuff and left - for good, he had informed her that his mother had told him, but he himself wasn’t so sure - and that his boyfriend is currently avoiding him in favour of a homework session.

And he’s drunk. And a day drinker.

Maia has a limited amount of patience for day drinkers.

‘’Rude,’’ he huffs. ‘’Is that one of the requirements to work here?’’

Maia nods. ‘’Yes, I didn’t get the job till I had passed a rudeness test actually.’’

‘’I’m sure that must have been a real challenge for you.’’

‘’If that’s your attempt at flattery,’’ she says, leaning against the back shelf, gracefully scooping the towel out of the glass she’s been cleaning. ‘’I’d seriously suggest you try again.’’

‘’Eh,’’ he shrugs, downing the last bit of his vodka. ‘’Maybe some other time.’’

With astonishment and exhaustion, Maia watches him get out of the bar stool and stumble his way across the floor, in the direction of the bathroom. Maia mourns the perfectly clean bathroom stalls in the men’s room, and fishes out her phone to text Meliorn the good news.

maiarobrts: gift for you melly, blond dude with heterochromia puking in the men’s room

meliornelms: where do i return it

maiarobrts: nice try, got it on sale, no returns

Twenty-six minutes and seven seconds later, the blond boy comes staggering out of the bathroom, face wet and shirt half stained with water. Meliorn sends her a death-challenging glare before he opens the door to the men’s room, and Maia watches with amusement as the blond boy returns to his bar stool.

‘’You don’t by any chance have a phone I can borrow? I think I flushed mine down the toilet.’’

SIMON. The Cold War, Simon had concluded with the little information he had gathered in the past thirty minutes, very cold indeed. Not only was that the only thing that had stuck after the forty three articles he had read; it was also completely useless and unrelated to his paper.

The United States and the Soviet Union were at each other’s throats after the second world war; he remembers that much from high school. Political differences. The fall of the Berlin Wall. Pepperoni Pizza.

Simon blinks, throws his head in his hands and sighs. It’s definitely been too long since he’s eaten, and Jace’s mom always tells him that studying is useless on an empty stomach. Now that he’s thinking about it, Maryse’s enchiladas sounds utterly delicious right now, as does his mom’s chocolate cake. Both of which are things that he can’t have at this very moment. All he has is a luke-warm bottle of water and a blueberry energy bar from two weeks ago, resting somewhere at the bottom of his backpack.

College is rough.

The corner of the library he’s sitting in is quiet, nothing but the clicking of computer keyboards sounding in the distance. Usually, Simon gets all his work done when he sits in the library, but today his concentration is elsewhere. Actually, it’s not with him at all. In fact, Simon is pretty sure it packed its bags earlier and up and left.

Concentration, motivation. It’s all the same, Simon thinks, scrolling down the google page. Five facts you didn’t know about JFK during the Cold War. Scroll. JFK and America’s role in the Cold War. Scroll. Random Kennedy facts. Simon hovers over the link, before sighing and clicking. ‘’Let’s see what you have, JFK,’’ He mumbles.

‘’DID YOU KNOW: During the Cold War, JFK was gifted one puppy from the Soviet space dog Strelka’s first puppy litter. The puppy later went on to have puppies with JFK’s own dog. JFK nicknamed these dogs pupniks, a word play of the name of the ship that carried the dog Laika, first dog sent into orbit, Sputnik 2.’’

Pupniks. A smile spreads on Simon’s lips.

Simon recalls learning about Laika in school, how she was the first of many brave dogs sent into orbit, and how she was the first step towards human space travel. Back then, the thought of a dog in space seemed magical; space seemed magical. But now Simon just thinks it sounds sad, and terrifying.

Outer space is, in the words of NASA, like, really, really big.

Dogs shouldn’t be in big, scary space all alone. That is inhumane.

A quick google search tells Simon that Laika died under six hours after take-off, and that she barely even made it into orbit before passing from overheating and stress. Simon blinks. They didn’t teach him this in seventh grade science.

Moments later, after several failed attempts at calling up Jace to complain about the sheer inhumanity of the Russians during the 1950s, Simon finds himself scrolling through the soviet space dog tag on tumblr.

laikanthrope: i understand that what the soviet space program did when they sent dogs into orbit was for the greater good of humanity, and that it helped get us to the point of space travel, doesn’t mean i have to accept or be cool with it. the lives of those dogs deserved to be prioritized. space was not safe for them. they were terrified

Simon’s fingers quickly move across the keyboard as he types out the message.

capmurica: i just spent an hour reading about the space dogs instead of studying and i am, outraged. i hope russia feels guilty

laikanthrope: i’m so sorry you had to endure such pain at such a bad time. russia better feel guilty, i’ve cried too many tears about this for them not to be

capmurica: this is outrageous. who condoned this????

laikanthrope: i don’t know, all i know is that they were evil

capmurica: laika deserved better than this. who sends dogs to space?????!

laikanthrope: they all deserved better...rip those poor wonderful angels...humanity didn’t deserve you

capmurica: i am crying

laikanthrope: i’m sorry, we can cry together

laikanthrope: i’m maia btw

capmurica: thank you, comforting to know i’m not alone

capmurica: simon! wish we’d met under less sad circumstances

laikanthrope: what can you do

‘’Pst,’’ Jace calls, ‘’Simon.’’

Simon glances up from his phone screen. ‘’Huh?’’

‘’Put the phone down. We have customers, remember?’’

‘’Oh,’’ Simon says, ‘’yes. Right.’’

He slides the iPhone into his back pocket, and heads for the registry.

All week, he’s been messaging Maia from the space dog blog. Mostly, they’ve just been sending each other different articles from the last five years, involving results from recent studies and long, in-depth interviews with people who worked for the Soviet space program at the time.

It’s interesting. Far too interesting than his school work, or work, and as it seems - more interesting than Jace.

(Okay, that is not entirely true. He definitely wasn’t thinking about the space dogs last night).

Jace is still the most distracting thing in Simon’s life, but the space dogs articles have a way of getting to his head at night, and the injustice tears at him like the claws of those dogs when they wanted out of their pod.

Simon shakes his head. Coffee. Make coffee. You can make coffee. Laika probably never got to smell the scent of coffee…

‘’Hi! Welcome to Java Jace, how can I help you?’’

The girl in front of him cracks a half-smile. ‘’Just two black coffees to go, please.’’

Dark curls dance around her shoulders as she moves her head to glance around her surroundings, while the pulled-up hem of her shirt falls back down to her wrist. ‘’Two black coffees, coming right up.’’

Here is the thing about working in a coffee shop: it doesn’t really take a lot of effort. He makes coffee everyday, talks to customers, whips out a few jokes here and there. Out of all the major things in Simon’s life, Java Jace is probably the least challenging one. He doesn’t mind doing extra complicated orders or making ten cups of coffee with different creamers, just because an intern is doing a coffee run - because it’s, in a very odd way, fun.

It fulfills this strange aesthetic - brewing coffee all day, eavesdropping on people’s conversations about their friends getting married, or their chemistry professor being a dick all semester. Even the rude customers, or the not-so-nice ones that drop by every now and then and drink their coffee in the corner while they furiously type out words on their laptops.

Sure - washing dirty coffee mugs and plates isn’t exactly Simon’s idea of a fun time, but it’s a small price to pay for the enjoyment every other aspect of the job brings him. Jace, on the other hand, feels differently.

To Jace, the job that is so conveniently named after him due to it being a Lightwood-owned business, is hell on earth. Even when the customers are nice and tip him for his flirting (that Simon totally doesn’t mind, not even a little tiny bit), he still reeks of boredom and dis-encouraging energy.

(Simon once told him that; Jace told him to never say those words again. Simon told him the same thing again three minutes later).

Simon enjoys his job; Jace hates it. So it is a strange occurrence that Jace isn’t the one deeply inside his phone, instead of present by the counter - even more so that it’s Simon in his place, and not Duncan or Raj. Not that Simon imagines Jace thinks much of it; it’s still turning his mind around that the reason for all this, is a collection of stupid decisions made by a Soviet space program over 60 years ago.

(Jace asked him yesterday if it was someone else. It would have been easier if it was someone else).

MAIA. ‘’What about this one? It’s pink!’’

Maia glances at the photo. Nasa’s logo, Laika drawn in the middle. Aline is right; it is pink, but Maia feels like she’s seen the same drawing five hundred times, all in different kinds of pastels. ‘’Eh,’’ Maia shrugs, ‘’it’s not very original.’’

Aline pouts. ‘’It really is not my fault that you are picky, Maia.’’

Maia smiles up at her. ‘’No, I believe that blame does not lie on you.’’

‘’Speaking of which,’’ Aline says, ‘’how is the cop dad?’’

Rolling her eyes, Maia turns around to lie on her back. ‘’Wouldn’t you like to know?’’

‘’Yes, I would actually. I haven’t seen him in ages, is he good? Still a cop?’’

Maia licks her lips. ‘’Still a cop, yes.’’

Aline stares at her for a moment, before she sighs and throws a pillow her way. ‘’I’m still a lesbian, worry not,’’ she tells her best friend, ‘’dumbass.’’

Since the day Maia moved to Brooklyn to live with Luke and met Aline outside the chinese restaurant down the street of their house, the pair have been inseparable. Correction: when Maia crashed into Aline, who was carrying two boxes of newly delivered plates, outside of her family’s restaurant, they were forced to help each other with both of their messes and became sort-of friends in the process. Maia didn’t like Aline at first; too much of everything, especially energetic in the morning. But Aline knew exactly how to find the person in Maia that would like her, and by the end of their junior year, Maia couldn’t imagine her life without Aline.

‘’Oh so I’m the dumbass?’’ Maia throws the pillow back at her, and braces for the return.

Aline nods. ‘’If you think I’d go hetero for you dad, yeah. I mean, he’s good looking and all, but definitely not my type.’’

‘’Uh,’’ Maia says, ‘’wrong answer.

The pillow lands across the room, instead of where Aline aimed it; at Maia on the floor.

‘’And,’’ she sighs, ‘’he’s your dad, of course. But I thought it was self-explanatory that I wouldn’t do any parent of yours, regardless. Guess I was wrong about you, Roberts.’’

Maia sticks her tongue out at her. ‘’Guess you were.’’

capmurica: how does this sound; two space dog enthusiasts looking for third member of their rebellion gang

Maia smiles. She’s been talking to this Simon guy for a week now, and it’s been the most fun she’s had with her space dog blog in months. He’s funny, and he has some expert ideas on how to cope with the overwhelming sadness that comes with browsing Laika articles. Just yesterday, he suggested she bake a space dog cake, in Laika’s honor. (Except he called it cakeniks, and told her to email a picture of it to NASA instead of eating it).

laikanthrope: good, needs some work though. it needs to be catchy

capmurica: i don’t think i can make it rhyme in a way that makes sense...what about a song?

laikanthrope: you mean, make a video?

capmurica: yeah! what’s better than a space dog rebellion theme song?

laikanthrope: well, pizza makes the list but other than that…

capmurica: not what i meant m

laikanthrope: must have missed the point, my apologies

capmurica: you’re forgiven...for now

capmurica: but ok, question

capmurica: what would a space dog rebellion even entail

capmurica: i mean, it isn’t much of a cause to fight for anymore, since it happened over 60 years ago and i don’t think they’re still sending dogs to space

laikanthrope: i don’t know...we could cater it towards wanting a genuine, major apology?

capmurica: that seems very far fetched, but also not an unreasonable request

capmurica: #justiceforthespacedogs

laikanthrope: #laikadeservedbetter

‘’Hey,’’ Aline says, tearing Maia out of her thoughts. She looks away from the screen and up at her best friend. Aline’s laptop is closed in front of her, and Maia suddenly feels bad for not noticing she was packing up. ‘’Do you mind if I stay here tonight?’’

Maia raises an eyebrow. ‘’Yeah, I mean, sure, you can stay as long as you want. But,’’ she says, biting her bottom lip, ‘’I have to work tonight.’’

‘’That’s okay!’’ Aline smiles. ‘’I can come with, annoy you till you ban me to a corner of the bar.’’

‘’You’re not that annoying,’’ Maia tells her.

‘’And you,’’ Aline says, ‘’are a terrible liar.’’

capmurica: is it totally pouring by you? brooklyn is like, one big water park today, i sat in class completely soaked today

Brooklyn? Maia didn’t know Simon was from Brooklyn. There is a lot she doesn’t know about Simon, of course, but if he lives in Brooklyn...he’s close.

laikanthrope: it hasn’t stopped since this morning

capmurica: same here! where are you, if i’m allowed to ask?

laikanthrope: brooklyn, actually. i guess we have a lot of things in common

capmurica: no way! for real? that’s crazy

laikanthrope: well, it is a small world

capmurica: can’t argue with that!

laikanthrope: hey, i have to get ready for work. talk to you later?

capmurica: oh yeah, yeah sure! enjoy work

laikanthrope: you’re crazy

There are a few things Maia only sees once or twice in a blue moon; her dad dancing is one of them, and so is seeing her adoptive mother, who lives across the country. But the strangest rarity, is seeing Aline drunk.

Even when they were college freshmen, Aline rarely swallowed any drops of alcohol. And if she did, it was when she mistakenly sipped from Maia’s cups instead of her own. Aline Penhallow doesn’t do extremely drunk; she hates the way alcohol makes her feel, and she can’t stand the taste.

Except...now she’s dancing by the pool table, post-whiskey shots and swinging her hips to the music; seemingly not giving a damn about the headache she will have in the morning, or the rules of tomorrow.

It’s new, and strange, and kind of wonderful to see a smile so big on Aline’s lips.

‘’Who’s your friend?’’

Meliorn weighs himself onto the bar stool, folding his arms together over the counter, his chin plopped on top, looking up at Maia. He points to the vodka bottle behind her, and winks at her with tired eyes.

Maia nods; smirking. ‘’Her name is Aline,’’ Maia says, placing the glass in front of him. She fills up the glass half full, before moving it two centimeters towards him with her fingers.

‘’College friends?’’ Meliorn wonders, before drowning half the glass.

Maia shakes her head. ‘’High school. We met the year I moved here.’’

‘’Huh,’’ he mumbles. ‘’good friends? Girlfriends?’’

Smiling, Maia mumbles a low no. ‘’It’s not that she’s a girl, I couldn’t care less, I just - she’s my best friend, I don’t like her like that.’’

Meliorn smiles at her, nodding. ‘’I get it. I have a few of those. Sure they’re attractive, but they’re my friends. I could never date them.’’

‘’Are you talking about Raphael? Because you could date him. I know a boy in love when I see one, Elms.’’

‘’You know, it really is not fair that you’re so good at hiding your crushes. Will I ever get the opportunity to tease you about love?’’ He wonders, swallowing the last of his drink.

Maia shrugs. ‘’Hard to tell.’’

When the bell rings, Maia looks up, expecting a new group of college bachelors wanting a clan of jello shots. (Finals week is near, and every campus bar in the area is crowded with people wanting to make the best of their last few weeks of freedom, before potentially dying while cramming for exams). Instead - much to Meliorn’s dismay - it’s the blond day drinker from last week, and a brown haired boy in a denim jacket.

‘’I am not cleaning up after him again,’’ Meliorn mumbles, shaking his head.

Maia rolls her eyes. ‘’Hey, flushed-phone-down-the-toilet-guy. Over here.’’

The brunette with him looks mortified, and Maia holds down the pressing need to laugh. Furrowed brows, brown eyes wide and mouth half open; the blond just looks at him and shrugs.

‘’Sorry about that,’’ he says, ‘’I’m not the most functioning when hammered.’’

‘’No,’’ Meliorn says, ‘’that is for sure. A tip, buddy? Stick to water tonight.’’

He disappears behind the bar before Maia manages to tell him that advising potentially paying customers not to buy anything, doesn’t get up their tips very much. ‘’Ignore him,’’ she says instead. ‘’He’s just pissy about his job.’’

‘’Hey,’’ the brunette says, ‘’if I was cleaning puked-down toilets for a living, I too would be pissy.’’

Maia smiles. ‘’Someone has to do that too.’’

When Maia checks her phone later that night, she has three unread texts from Simon.

capmurica: hey, so, this is werid and random and i know we’ve only known each other for like, a week but, i was wondering if we could maybe meet?

capmurica: i get it if you don’t want to!! totally fine

capmurica: i was just thinking, if you did want to, i’m totally down, and my boyfriend keeps asking who i’m texting all the time so i thought maybe, if you’re cool, it’d be nice to put a face to the name anyways just let me know

SIMON. Okay - so maybe texting Maia so late at night about meeting wasn’t such a great idea, but Simon had done it. Jace had asked about it, and Simon felt a gut-wrenching guilt sneak up on him when all he could say was that it was some girl he met online. A friend.

He did it. Done.

And Maia had said yes. She had even asked if she could bring a friend.

Everything is fine. Maia is fine, Jace is fine, Maia’s friend is fine. But Simon is still pacing down the hallway of his apartment building, biting on the inside of his bottom lip, his thoughts rapidly racing through his head.

He had called Clary earlier, trying to talk it out but only ending in having to hang up because all he did was ramble. And now he can’t stand still.

‘’Simon,’’ Jace calls behind him. ‘’Hey.’’

‘’This is a bad idea. Do you think it’s a bad idea? I feel like it’s a bad idea.’’

Jace’s hand cups Simon’s cheeks, and Jace keeps them there, steadily. ‘’Simon,’’ he says, ‘’please calm down. It’s not a bad idea. A bit sudden, but not a bad idea.’’

Simon lets out a deep breath, and leans his head into Jace’s right palm. ‘’I just,’’ Simon says, ‘’what if she’s a serial killer? I mean, that would be a very tragic way to go.’’

Jace rolls his eyes, and leans in to kiss Simon’s forehead. ‘’I don’t think she’s a serial killer, Simon. Besides, it would be cooler than dying of old age.’’

Simon shakes his head furiously. ‘’No. No. Absolutely not. There is nothing cool about being murdered by a serial killer Jace, what’s wrong with you?’’

Jace laughs, and Simon feels his heart racing. Sometimes, when they’re sharing these moments, it dawns on Simon exactly why he fell in love with him. It’s not just the laugh that sounds heaven-sent, or the reassuring shoulder squeezes that say ‘’hey, you’re safe, it’s fine’’, it’s much more than that.

It’s Jace. Everything that he is, everything that he does.

‘’Please don’t attract a serial killer,’’ Simon mumbles.

Jace looks at him. ‘’I’ll try.’’

laikanthrope: hey! we’re here, aline ordered too much coffee for her own good. i hope you like caffeine!

capmurica: like? i’d marry it if possible

The Sweet Planet smells different than Java Jace.

Whereas Java Jace smells of burnt coffee and caramel, the Sweet Planet reeks of fresh bagels and a sweeter coffee smell. Unlike Java Jace, it isn’t just forty couches pushed into one room; vintage couches and polished tables, spread evenly across the venue; clean windows that aren’t in a dire need of a serious wash, and the additional smell of the baked goods coming from the kitchen.

Then again, the Sweet Planet pays their employees more and don’t make them work from four in the morning. (At least, not their baristas. Simon figures the chefs never sleep).

‘’Jace,’’ Alec calls. Tall, and dressed in his work uniform, he greets them both with a slight smile. ‘’Simon,’’ he nods.

‘’Hey Alec,’’ Simon says.

Java Jace was left in Jace’s name after his birth parents passed, and his grandmother had expressed no interest in running their going-nowhere business. But Jace was ten when they died, and Imogen didn’t have the heart to sell the only thing he had left from his parents. So, when he was adopted by the Lightwoods, she took it upon herself to make Java Jace her life’s work for her grandson; even if he barely knew who she was at the time.

Alec was offered a job there when he was fifteen, but declined respectfully when the Sweet Planet wanted him instead. Simon understood it - Java Jace is a family thing, and Alec loves his brother to pieces, but it doesn’t pay nearly enough to put Alec through college. Imogen spent three very long months being visibly upset over the matter, before Jace promised her he would come work with her part-time, if only to shut her up.

Imogen was pleased, Jace was not. Years later, Jace is still a barista at Java Jace, and Alec still at the Sweet Planet.

‘’No work today?’’ Alec wonders.

Jace shakes his head. ‘’I told you that when I left this morning. Tuesdays off, remember? Or are you getting old?’’

‘’Ha-ha,’’ Alec replies, rolling his eyes. ‘’Give it a few years, you’ll catch up to me in no time.’’

‘’Yeah,’’ Jace says. ‘’ ‘Cause you’re immortal.’’

Alec nods. ‘’Exactly that.’’

A hand touches Simon’s shoulder, and he spins around; almost tripping in the process. The bartender girl from last night stands before him, with a shy smile on her lips. ‘’Oh,’’ she says, ‘’sorry, I thought maybe, wait...Are you Simon?’’

Simon swallows. ‘’Uh - yeah. I am. Lewis. Simon Lewis.’’

The smile on her mouth grows into a grin. ‘’It is a small world indeed. I’m Maia! Roberts.’’

Jace hovers over Simon’s shoulder, and yells something about laundry to Alec before he disappears. ‘’Did you find her? Oh - wait, I know you! You’re the mean bartender.’’

Simon just stares at the two of them, eyes wide open, mouth slightly pulled up in a smile.

‘’I prefer Maia,’’ she says, ‘’but I’ll take it.’’

Another girl appears by her side, grinning from ear to ear. ‘’Hello! Are these the guys we’re meeting? I’m Aline, Maia’s friend. It’s so nice to meet you both. I would say I’ve heard a lot about you, but Maia doesn’t talk about anything do you know-’’ ‘’Aline,’’ Maia begs, ‘’please.’’

They huddle around the corner table Aline and Maia had occupied upon their arrival, and the immediate awkwardness quickly dissolves into natural conversation about absolutely nothing, and everything in its entirety.

capmurica: discussing the injustice of space dogs with good friends over hot cups of coffee rb if you agree

MAIA. Maia thinks she’s going crazy.

It’s been three weeks since she met Simon and Jace - his apparently not alcoholic boyfriend - and ever since, her life has been a collection of a thousand messy thoughts. Granted - not because of Jace and Simon, well, a little bit because of Simon.

In their living room, on the wall above the fireplace, there is this old picture from Clary’s first year in high school; she’s smiling into the camera, with a boy on her side. His hair is brown, and his eyes the very same shade of dark, and he has his arms wrapped around her, grinning.

Maia has never noticed it much; it’s been there since before she moved in, and after Clary and Jocelyn left. Maia and Clary aren’t very close, nor were they back then, so if Maia ever wondered who the boy was, she never cared enough to ask. But ever since meeting Simon three weeks ago, the picture has almost been screaming at her.

Because here is the thing: the boy in the picture looks terrifyingly a lot like Simon.

She could ask Luke; Luke probably knows who the boy is. He’s known Clary all her life, ever since her biological father bailed on Jocelyn while she was pregnant with her, Luke has been there. If he was someone important to Clary, Luke should know who he is.

They’re watching TV together; it’s friday, a storm is blowing up outside in the cold November weather, and they just shared a large pepperoni pizza. They do this most Fridays, unless Maia has to work or Luke suddenly gets called in to work on a case.

Recently, it’s been both.

‘’What’s on your mind, kiddo?’’

Maia looks at her father; she’s curled up in the corner of the couch, covered in a sea of blankets and pillow. She flashes him a tired smile; nothing, she says.

‘’I don’t buy that for one second,’’ Luke tells her, reaching for the remote to turn the TV volume down. ‘’What’s the tea?’’

Maia chuckles. ‘’Did you just ask for the tea?’’

‘’I’m a cop, I have to keep up with the times when I work with younger witnesses. Hey! Don’t laugh at your dad. That’s not nice.’’

Smiles turns to laughter, and low laughter turns to loud tears of joy. ‘’It’s nothing,’’ Maia mumbles, ‘’I just, I met someone recently. A friend. And, I feel like I’ve seen him before.’’

‘’Well,’’ Luke says, ‘’is he from Brooklyn? It’s very possible you might have seen him around.’’

‘’No, I mean he is, but it’s not that.’’ Maia glances at the picture; it must have been taken in August, just before school started. The sun is shining in it, and behind them the trees are green and growing. It was taken in their backyard; Maia recognizes the bench.

‘’That picture,’’ Maia says, pointing.

‘’Hm?’’ Luke says. ‘’The one of Clary and Simon?’’

Maia’s eyes widen. ‘’Is that his name?’’

Confused, Luke looks at his daughter. ‘’Yeah, Simon Lewis. He’s been Clary’s best friend since kindergarten.’’

Maia doesn’t respond, she just sits there, tugging at the hem of her shirt.

‘’Maia? Are you okay?’’ Luke asks, concern growing in his eyes.

Maia is up on her feet, halfway out the room, nodding. ‘’Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just uh, remembered I had homework plans with Aline. Catch you later?’’

She doesn’t wait for an answer before she rushes into her room. Her fingers fly across her phone screen, desperately pulling up Simon’s number.

maiarobrts: hey, can we meet up?

slewis: hey! yeah, sure, we kind of have guests but you can come over if you want. is everything okay?

Everything is okay. Simon knowing Clary isn’t a big deal, Maia just...feels left out. And a bit stupid.

maiarobrts: i’ll be there in twenty

The Lewis house is bigger than Maia had imagined - walls, filled with pictures and various decorations. Bookshelves full of books, old, new; photo-books, war history, anything, it seems like.

Elaine leads her into the living room, where Jace, Simon and a few others she doesn’t recognize are spread out on the floor, all eyes glued to the TV screen. Elaine clears her throat; the dark haired girl lets out a yelp, Simon almost loses the popcorn bowl and everyone else turns around.

‘’Simon,’’ Elaine smiles, ‘’company.’’

‘’Maia!’’ Simon exclaims. ‘’Hey.’’

‘’Everybody,’’ he says, once he gets to his feet, ‘’this is Maia. Maia, this is everybody.’’

Maia steps further into the room. ‘’Does everybody have a name or do you just prefer number one and two?’’ She asks, a small smile tugging on her lips.

The dark haired girl - the only other girl in the room - gets to her feet and appears in front of her. ‘’She’s funny. I like her,’’ she says, offering her hand for Maia to shake. ‘’I’m Isabelle, but most people call me Izzy.’’

The two remaining guys introduces themselves as Alec and Magnus, and after thirty minutes of spending time with them, Maia quickly realizes that they’re a couple. A movie continues playing, but few pay enough attention to the screen to know what’s going on. They’re all too busy talking; about school, the plans of tomorrow, everything that isn’t Star Wars, seemingly.

‘’Did you read the article I sent you?’’ Simon asks, sitting down beside her.

Maia angles her body so that she’s facing him. ‘’The one with all the songs inspired by Laika?’’

Simon nods. ‘’Yes,’’ she says, ‘’and I listened to all of them on repeat all night. You really couldn’t find a better hour to send me that?’’

‘’I’M SORRY OKAY! I didn’t think you’d be awake to see it that late. You know, it really isn’t my fault that your sleeping schedule is messed up, just saying.’’

Maia throws her head back, laughing. ‘’Not yet. But keep this up and it might just become your problem.’’

Simon pouts. ‘’Rude.’’

‘’You know me,’’ Maia laughs.

laikanthrope: goodnight laika. i hope the storm isn’t keeping you awake. i love u

SIMON. Early mornings and sunlight should not be allowed to exist at the same time, Simon decides, as he’s reaching for his ringing phone in the early hours of the morning.

The caller ID can be the same, Simon just wants the damn phone to stop ringing immediately so he can go back to sleep.

With a sleep-ridden voice and tired eyes, he puts the phone to his ear. ‘’Hello?’’

‘’Simon!’’

Simon pauses, slowly opening his eyes. ‘’Maia?’’

‘’Do you remember that e-mail I sent to the old project leader at the Soviet space program? The one who approved all the dogs being sent into orbit?’’

‘’The Ivan guy?’’

‘’Yeah, him. He sort of e-mailed me back last night. He attached an audio file - I’m guessing it’s either him yelling angrily in russian, or an apology.’’

Simon is wide awake now, sitting upright in his bed. ‘’What do you mean you’re guessing? Have you not listened to it yet?!’’

‘’I was going to wait for you!’’

‘’No need!’’ Simon places his phone on his dresser, speaker on. ‘’I will be there as soon as I can.’’

Before he hangs up, Maia hears the mumbles of Simon’s voice yelling out for coffee and simultaneously waking Jace up in the background. ‘’Si, what the hell?’’

Thirty minutes, two coffee cups and one annoyed boyfriend later, Simon dials Maia’s number.

Half way there, Simon had realized that he didn’t actually know where there was. He knew Maia didn’t live far from campus, but he had never bothered to ask for an address. Now, it seems kind of crucial.

‘’Hey Maia, I um, sort of forgot I don’t have your address,’’ he murmurs into the phone in a hushed voice; not wanting Jace to hear him admit to it. He usually isn’t this forgetful, but it’s six in the morning, and even though Jace doesn’t agree with him, Simon feels like it should be law that he can’t be mean to him this early.

On the other end of the line, Maia laughs. ‘’I know. Are you at the station?’’

‘’Just outside, yes.’’

‘’It’s just 100 meters up, then to the right. You’ll recognize the door.’’

And he does. Because it’s Clary’s door. Or, the door to what used to be her house, before she moved to California. ‘’Why are we at Clary’s?’’ Jace wonders from behind him, taking the words directly out of Simon’s mouth.

‘’I don’t know,’’ Simon says, staring up at the door, ‘’but this is the only door near and I don’t-’’ ‘’Hey, Maia!’’

Standing in the doorway, Maia is wearing pink PJ pants with tiny pandas printed on them, and a t-shirt that Simon is sure is three sizes too big. Shyly, she smiles. ‘’Morning.’’

‘’I assume you know where everything is,’’ Maia says, when she closes the door behind them. ‘’Dad- uh, Luke, is in the kitchen making breakfast, if you’re interested.’’

Jace folds his arms over his chest. ‘’As hungry as I am, and as wonderful as that coffee smells,’’ He says, ‘’I’m sort of more interested in why you’re calling Luke dad.’’

‘’Adoption papers,’’ Maia snaps back immediately, not giving the question time to linger.

Simon remembers Maia being adopted being mentioned in passing; a thoughtless statement, one that no one thought to ask about. Perhaps no one expected her father to be someone they all knew very well. Simon didn’t expect it at least, and he doubts Jace did either.

Jace rolls his eyes. ‘’Yeah, thanks.’’

Maia smiles at him, nose crinkling. ‘’So, breakfast or should we just go listen to the potential Russian yelling at us?’’

Maia’s room is the one next to Clary’s - the one Simon always thought was empty, that turned out to be just a bedroom, the same size as Clary’s. In every other aspect, it doesn’t look anything like Clary’s. Every wall has a bookshelf on it, and they’re all full of classics and old books Simon doesn’t recognize.

All the pictures are of her and Luke, or Aline, or her co-workers at the bar. And it’s clean; Clary’s room was never clean. Clothes were always all over the floor, and the window rarely open. The air inside Maia’s room is fresh, and the clothing bin has actual clothes in it.

‘’What else did the email say?’’ Simon wonders.

Maia shrugs. ‘’Not much. It was an automated email; apparently, they get many of these.’’

‘’Here,’’ she says, and then she looks at Simon. He has that look in his eyes; the one that says now or never, the one that makes you feel like you’re ready for anything. ‘’Moment of truth.’’

laikanthrope: i got an email from russia today. figured everyone else could use the comfort. link.

MAIA. ‘’Are you done with space dogs now?’’

Maia sighs. ‘’Aline, I’m at work.’’

‘’Still,’’ Aline pouts.

Maia lets the wash cloth in her hands fall onto the counter, and meets Aline’s eyes. ‘’One can never be done with space dogs, Aline, that’s impossible. But it’s been so long, it’s just...time.’’

‘’That’s what I told myself before I came out to my mother,’’ Aline says, ‘’spoiler alert: it wasn’t.’’

‘’Wouldn’t you maybe say the two situations share a significant amount of differences?’’ Maia asks.

Aline ponders it for a minute, biting her bottom lip. ‘’Suppose I would, it still doesn’t change anything. Either it is time, or it isn’t. And I,’’ she points to herself, ‘’do not believe it is time for you to give up space dogs.’’

‘’Hey Aline?’’

‘’Yeah?’’

‘’Do you remember that time, a month ago when I told you you weren’t that annoying?’’

Aline nods.

‘’I take that back.’’

‘’Why are you so mean?’’ Aline wines. ‘’Did you swallow five bitter pills this morning?’’

‘’Probably,’’ Meliorn chimes in, dropping the empty wash bucket on the ground. ‘’That, or she skipped the coffee.’’

Coffee isn’t the problem; the lack of sleep is. Finals are just about over, and Christmas is right around the corner, and sleep is the last thing on Maia’s mind when she still has a long list of remaining Christmas gifts to buy.

And then there is the Jace and Simon thing...which is weird. The whole situation strikes her as strange, and she isn’t entirely sure what to do about it.

After she told them about her adoption, and her life before, she quickly detected a change in their relationship. It was subtle; a mere shift in the air, nothing but a breath of something else. And yet...Maia can’t shake the feeling that something is different.

laikanthrope: merry almost christmas! especially to the pups

When Simon invited her to the Lightwoods’ annual Christmas party, Maia didn’t expect everything to be so...traditional. The big, green tree full of christmas lights and too many ornaments, the perfectly wrapped gifts and those that were big and bulky; the many cookies in different shapes and sizes. Especially not when it was Simon who invited her.

It’s over now, and Maia’s sitting on the couch, in the low light of the sparkling tree, listening to the sweet melodies coming from the stereo. She closes her eyes. and leans her head back.

Clary sits down beside her. ‘’You know,’’ Maia murmurs, ‘’if I knew this is where you go every year, I might actually have come with you earlier.’’

Clary chuckles. ‘’You never asked.’’

‘’True,’’ Maia says, ‘’but still. I can’t believe I missed out on this for years.’’

‘’There are many things you wouldn’t believe about the world, aren’t there?’’

Maia meets her eyes, blue and vibrant, smiling at her slightly. Maia squints at her. ‘’You know something.’’

Clary shakes her head. ‘’No,’’ she says, ‘’I’m just musing.’’

They sit in silence for a while; listening to the remains of the party, devouring their own thoughts. She danced with them both tonight; Simon first, then Jace, and then they all three danced together and laughed into each other’s arms.

For the first time in a very long time, Maia felt like everything was right. Because it was - it was so utterly right, and Maia doesn’t want to feel wrong again, when she knows right exists there, just beneath her nose.

After dinner, they ended up in a corner, all three soaked in wine and good food, too caught up in the moment to care. Simon looked at Jace for a very long time, as if words weren’t good enough, and that looks were the only thing that could convey the words he wanted to say. At first, Maia thought she was witnessing a confession of love moment - but then Jace started talking, and words became meaningless, and then they made sense again, and Maia felt numb.

‘’This may be the alcohol talking, but we both want you to know that,’’ Simon stops, unsure of where to go next. ‘’We like you. Collectively. That’s sort of weird, we know. (...).’’ Jace falls into a long speech, but Maia has long tuned out.

‘’You don’t know,’’ Maia says, ‘’but I do.’’

‘’You do?’’

Slurring her words, Maia nods. ‘’Question is, do we know the same thing? Probably not. But that’s the beauty of it, I won’t remember this conversation tomorrow morning, but I will still know. That’s both wonderful, and utter crap.’’

‘’Wow,’’ Clary laughs. ‘’Drunk Maia is on fire.’’

‘’No, I’m smoke.’’

laikanthrope: im drunk and i lovvveeee you laika merry christmas happy new years

JACE. ‘’I like what you’ve done with the place.’’

‘’Maia,’’ Jace smiles. Simon let’s out a shaky sigh.

‘’Hey,’’ she says, relief sounding in her voice.

January marks itself outside the window of Java Jace; snow covers the ground everywhere, a layer of white lighting up the whole of the city. The inside is lit up by new dimmed lights, and a wooden wall, draped in a mustard yellow.

‘’The chairs don’t make that sound anymore,’’ Maia muses, smiling. ‘’And I like the walls. Refreshing.’’

‘’Courtesy of Simon,’’ Jace nods towards his boyfriend. ‘’He’s the brain behind the change.’’

A rosy red color spreads itself to the apples of Simon’s cheeks, and Jace recognizes the wholesome feeling in his chest as nothing but utter happiness.

‘’So,’’ Maia says. ‘’I need a favour. I know this is challenging for the both of you, but I’m going to need you to not talk for a minute, okay?’’

‘’We can do that,’’ Simon says. ‘’I’m very good at shutting up. Being quiet is like, one of my top five qualities and-’’ ‘’Right, sorry. Go on.’’

Maia chuckles. ‘’I uh, I’ve been thinking about the party. And about what you said. And...I like you too. And it is a bit weird, because I don’t know what this all means, I wish I did, and I’ve never been in something like this before but I...would like to try. If that’s something you would like too.’’

‘’You can talk now,’’ Maia mumbles in one breath, smiling slightly.

They both look at her, gratefulness written in their eyes, happiness carved into their faces.

It’s Simon who talks first, sharing a nervous look with Jace. ‘’I just wanted to apologize, for, you know, springing that on you so suddenly. We shouldn’t have done that.’’

‘’No,’’ Maia agrees, ‘’you shouldn’t have. But you did, and I’m glad.’’

‘’Really?’’ Simon frowns. ‘’Because I would be pissed, I think.’’

‘’I was at first, but I was also drunk, and when I woke up, I was mostly just confused. It wasn’t cool of you to drop it like that, but maybe it was for the best.’’

Jace shakes his head. ‘’The world worked in our favour for once.’’

‘’The world is always working in our favour, we’re just choosing other paths.’’

And there, in the cold snowy weather, within the warm walls of Java Jace, something clicked. Maia didn’t know what; Jace didn’t know why, and Simon didn’t know how, but in that moment, they knew it would work.

laikanthrope: space pup vibes

capmurica: definitely space pup vibes

jclights: the what now

again, happy birthday and i am so sorry for this mess i hope you liked it!!!!

#dailyjimon #dailyjaia #jace x maia x simon #shadowhunters #jimon #jaia #userpopa #my writings #simon lewis #jace herondale #jace lightwood #maia roberts #saia #simonmaia #jace x maia #this is a crackfic i don't know how it became 7k words #also theres like....a ton of developements that should have been in here but i finished this thing in two days and im tired

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haru-kaze · 8 years ago

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Lee Fletcher Appreciation Post

If no one will bother to care about Lee Fletcher then I will.

My headcanons about this underappreciated child (probably no one's gonna read this anyway but idc):

-He was half-Korean

-He had heterochromia, though the difference between his two eyes wasn't too obvious

-He had a very beautiful voice and he could play the guitar flawlessly. He had often led the campers on the camp’s sing-along sessions.

-He was a father figure to all the Apollo campers

-Along with Michael Yew, they were the "parents" to all their half-brothers

-His mother loved him so much (whenever Lee decided to stay at the camp on holiday seasons, she used to send her baked goods to him along with letters from his family)

-When he heard the other Apollo's children stories and realized that many of them were not as lucky as him --and some had never even met their parents-- he decided to be one for all of them

-He was actually pretty decent on archery but was reluctant to do it (see his right ear and the scar near his right eye? It was caused by a little accident when he was practicing)

-He and pre-Kronos Luke were pretty close

-Will Solace respected and admired him very much

-I've seen a nice headcanon from someone about how Lee had the Cassandra's Curse (he could see the future, but no one would believe him)

-He had seen almost all the visions of the Second Titan War, and it tortured him so much

-He couldn't meet Luke's eyes properly since then

-One night, he saw the vision of his death which terrified him greatly

-He couldn't afford to scare his brothers with that, though. Not when he could enjoy his last days together with them instead, so he did the latter

-Well, he didn't exactly "enjoy" it, with the chaos and all, but he treasured every single moment he spent with them

-When he led his brothers in the pursuit of a drakon, he could feel his time running out. Even though they came back safely from the pursuit, and he was able to inform Chiron about the monster.

-Then, as if everything was normal and Kronos wasn't going to be revived, the camp's evening game was still held

-But even when he got paired with Clarisse La Rue and won the game, he knew that the celebration won't last long, but he also knew it was the last game he'd be able to participate

-So he managed his last biggest and happiest grin as his brothers cheered

-Then, a few weeks later, the Battle of the Labyrinth began

-He knew that was it. He was running into his own death, but

-He stood his ground against a giant. He had never felt that terrified in his whole life. Death was close, so

-As the giant swung its weapon, his life flashed before his eyes.

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[After the battle, the camp still insisted to at least hold the usual activities, one of them being the sing-alongs at the amphitheater.

Many of the campers cracked a little smile as they turned to the spot where a certain Lee Fletcher usually sat, expecting him to start strumming his guitar and play some tunes with that bright smile of his, only for the bitter realization to hit them hard.]

#my art #pjo #lee fletcher #that's it #i've come this far just for a minor character #i just love him so much ok?#pjo headcanons #apollo cabin #camp half blood #the battle of the labyrinth

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ati-kun · 7 years ago

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Lil’ test cuz why not

I’ve found this on a lovely blog I follow: https://cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga.tumblr.com/ 1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? Sure. :D 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? I technically didn’t, but usually I do but nothing weird about that. >w> 3. Have you taken someones virginity? Umm yeah, 2 people. <w<

4. Is trust a big issue for you? Pretty much. :/ Quite a big issue for me. 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? Umm, well I like a few people, but yes, with one of them just the day before yesterday. :D 6. What are you excited for? Food, umm.. Meeting people I love, dogs, sometimes new video games/animes coming up. :D 7. What happened tonight? I cooked goulash soup, trained, now I’m resting, and I’m going to make pancakes after this. OwO 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? I think it’s disgusting when a PERSON gets really wasted, why would you drink alcohol. 9. Is confidence cute? No confidence is f*cking bad-ass. :D And I like it, in everyone that has it. 10. What is the last beverage you had? Protein shaaaaake! And tea before that. 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? Two, maybe three. 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Nope, the only tight stuff I have is all stretchy stretchy so I can move 100% freely. 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? Well I’m going to be doing a night shift at my workplace. :D 14. What are you going to spend money on next? We’re moving from our apartment end of this month, so yeah... that. O.o 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? What kind of question is that, you don’t kiss people who you’re not going out with, get outta here. 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? Of course I will, I am better and stronger a little bit, every single day. :3 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? My best friend who I know since kindergarden. 18. The last time you felt broken? About a year ago, I think. 19. Have you had sex today? Today? :D No, didn’t have for more than three years now. 20. Are you starting to realize anything? Yes, lots of things. But not because of these questions. XD 21. Are you in a good mood? Not that much, I would say neutral, or O.K. :) 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? I can’t see a reason why, but I already had when I was diving in croatia, not a big deal. 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? No, both of our eyes’ color change a little from time to time. :) But I have heterochromia in both of my eyes like him. 24. What do you want right this second? More time. 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? Nothing. 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Natural, I’ve never dyed it. 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? I don’t think that’s possible. :D I mean you make friends with people who you enjoy the company of, meaning you are happy with them, so laughing from time to time... This doesn’t make sense. 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? I’ve rewatched a really funny JonTron video with my friend not so long ago. :D This is the one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ghGWWfzq-o 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? Yes, my sister. 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? In my opinion everyone deserves another chance, not just a second.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Not really, his my flatmate. XD WHY WOULD I TALK TO SOMEONE I HATE WTF. 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? No. 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? Yeah, I don’t. Nothing carbonated, it’s not good for my reflux. 34. Listening to? Yuri on Ice: https://youtu.be/Fn7YErdX-X8 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? Yeah, of course, and I draw in pencil. 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? I have no idea, that specific person I don’t talk to anymore. 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? Yeah, but that usually goes away after the first proper conversation. :D 38. Who did you last call? My flatmate, to tell him to bring some eggs home! 39. Who was the last person you danced with? It was Luke. 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? We were meeting for a little while, nothing serious, but that is why it ended rather quickly. Short term relationships that are not serious are not cut out for me. 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? Hmm, I think like two months ago? :D At work. 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? No. None of us lives even in the same country as the other. 43. Ever embarrassed yourself in front of a crush? Of course, many times. :D 44. Do you tan in the nude? What does this mean? I go to a beauty salon to use the sunbeds from time to time, I am naked there. :D 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? No, why would I? 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? No, the last time that happened was long years ago. 47. Who was the last person to call you? My other flatmate, Ben. XD 48. Do you sing in the shower? Oh hell yeah all the time. XD Everyone loves it. Or maybe not, I do it anyway. :D 49. Do you dance in the car? Well I don’t have a car but sure in other’s car, if the music is something we’d all dance to. :D 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? But of course, I’m hungarian. OwO Many times, and many different kinds. :3 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Never. :D 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? No, I think all of them has a lot of skill and practice behind them. People work really hard to make a good performance. 53. Is Christmas stressful? No, only in a good way, if it’s busy to prepare for it. ^^ I like the cooking, decorating, and the relaxation after you’re done. ^^ 54. Ever eat a pierogi? I did, it’s nice. ^^ 55. Favorite type of fruit pie? I haven’t eaten many fruit pies, cherry is my favorite. *w* 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Fireman, and I still want to be. 57. Do you believe in ghosts? It depends how we define “ghosts” but yes. 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Of course, everyone has. 59. Take a vitamin daily? Yes, 3 pills, one One a day from biotech usa, one calcium+magnesium pill, and one, and one for joints with chondroitin and omega 3. I do a lot of physical work + training at home so I need it. Also I cannot afford to be sick. 60. Wear slippers? Always at home. ^^ 61. Wear a bath robe? Sometimes. :) 62. What do you wear to bed? A pair of trunks, that’s it. 63. First concert? A quite old and famous (in hungary) hungarian alternative band, Kispál és a Borz. :D 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? We don’t have any of those here in the UK, so ASDA, Tesco or Sainsbury? I would say ASDA :D Same as walmart I think. 65. Nike or Adidas? Nike, if I have to choose. I don’t really wear brands, I only have experience with Nike and they have good sports shoes. 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? I don’t think I ever tried Fritos, so let’s say Cheetos. I don’t really it chips or crisps or stuff like that anyway. 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Peanuuuts. ^^ 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? Taylor Swift - Crazier 69. Ever take dance lessons? I did do a lot of hungarian folk dance, then in high school we learned how to dance waltz, (if that’s what it’s called in english) and I did capoeira for a looong time, but that’s not a dance. ;) :D 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Hmm, that’s interesting. :) Maybe a nurse, or a receptionist, I honestly don’t know. :D Something unusual... IDK. 71. Can you curl your tongue? Yeah, everyone can. 72. Ever won a spelling bee? What is that? :D 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? So many times. :) 74. What is your favorite book? J.R.R. Tolkien: The Lord of the Rings 75. Do you study better with or without music? With music, definitely. 76. Regularly burn incense? Not regularly, maybe occasionally. :) 77. Ever been in love? Three times in my life, truly. 78. Who would you like to see in concert? HATSUNE MIKU!!!!!!!! ( I saw IA in London once and It was so beautiful I cried :DDD) Breaking Benjamin, I think, System of a Down. 79. What was the last concert you saw? The IA live concert here in London. *w* 80. Hot tea or cold tea? Hot tea. ^^ 81. Tea or coffee? Tea. ^^ 82. Favorite type of cookie? Subway’s macadamia nut cookie. *w* SOOO GOOOD. *p* 83. Can you swim well? I grew up next to a lake, I can swim really well. ^^ I don’t like swimming that much though, I prefer relaxing in the water or just playing. :3 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? WTF of course, everyone can. XD 85. Are you patient? Yeah, I’m consider myself very patient. 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? A band, I would say.

87. Ever won a contest? Yeah, but I lost more. :D I got a lot of silver medals from running contests, about 16 of them, about 3-4 golds and bronzes. 88. Ever have plastic surgery? No, never had and probably never will. 89. Which are better black or green olives? I love both the same. :D 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? I don’t think there’s a problem with that. I respect people who can do that but that’s it. 91. Best room for a fireplace? Living room? I wouldn’t put it in the bedroom unless I live in Canada. XD 92. Do you want to get married? I used to want to get married, but not anymore. I also used to want to get children but my opinions changed over the years. Well, we’ve reached the end of it! Some questions were ok but for the most of it I think it’s kinda silly! :D Meh.

#me #personal #test

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takaraphoenix · 7 years ago

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"That's my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend" _ "Well kiss me so they see" for Jimon

Simon Lewis was actuallyhaving fun as he sat at dinner together with his friend Maia. Atleast until he saw a very familiar redhead walking up to their table.Simon paused, mouth open because he had been just about to drinksomething. Now he was just gaping like a stupid fish.

“What is it, Si?”, asked Maiaconfused.

“That… That’s my ex-girlfriend.Clary”, grunted Simon, jerking his head into her direction.

Maia turned, enough to look at thepretty redhead walking and talking to a gorgeous blonde guy. “Well,kiss me so she sees. I know she broke your heart. Maybe it’ll sting.”

Simon opened his mouth. It wastempting. Maia was absolutely gorgeous and seeing Clary flaunt thishot piece of eye-candy around like that stung,so maybe it’d hurt her too. What Maia said was true, Clary had brokenSimon’s heart. She had been his childhood sweetheart, his high schoolgirlfriend. And then he had walked in on Clary kissing someone elseduring a party. For the rest of their senior year, Simon avoided her– and after graduation, their lives took different directionsanyway. Simon hadn’t seen her since then. He often thought of her,because she used to be his best friend, but to actually see her? Andwith a guy who looked like he had just stepped out of an add.

“No.I… I don’t want to be petty”, replied Simon reluctantly and shookhis head.

Maiachuckled a little, smiling at him knowingly. The two had met atcollege – Simon studying to become an accountant, Maia studyingmarine biology. They had hit it off immediately and become goodfriends. Best friends, really. Tonight, Maia had had plans of goingon a date with her boyfriend Bat, but Bat had to cancel on shortnotice and to not waste the reservation, Simon had offered to takeher out. Considering how hard she was working and studying, shedeserved today to dress up.

“Excuseme, but would you mind if those two sit with you?”

Simonblinked repeatedly. Really? Sure, Maia and Simon alone didn’t needfour seats, but of all the restaurants in New York City and all thetables in said restaurants in New York City, why did Clary and herunfairly handsome new boyfriend have to come and be seated with them?And why did Simon’s stupid head just nod in agreement without hisbrain giving any input to the matter!

“Simon?”,asked Clary surprised as she looked at his face.

“Clary”,replied Simon, staring at her like a deer at the hunter.

“Maia”,added Maia with a charming smile, offering the blonde her hand.

“Jace”,replied the blonde, shaking Maia’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Urghand the unfairly handsome blonde also had an unfairly sexy Britishaccent. This was unfair. Jace sat down next to Simon, while Clary satdown next to Maia. Suddenly, Simon regretted being such a good friendand taking Maia out to dinner. He should have stayed home and playedvideo-games until his roommate Raphael was going to throw shoes athim again (Raphael tended to do that whenever Simon stayed too loudtoo long in their living room, especially on nights where Raphael hada coffee date with his girlfriend Izzy in the morning. Generallyspeaking, Simon liked Izzy infinitelymore than her boyfriend). At first, they sat in awkward silence. Thenit got awkward when they attempted to talk to each other, but everyconversation came to a halt whenever they stumbled over therelationship between Simon and Clary.

“Igotta take this”, stated Maia when her phone rang.

Shortlyafter she left the restaurant to talk in peace, Jace headed to thetoilet. Clary and Simon stared awkwardly at each other. In a way, ithad been easier withJace and Maia there.

“So…you upgraded nicely”, stated Simon, looking at Jace’s empty seat.

“What?Oh. Me and Jace? No!”, laughed Clary and shook her head. “No!That’s… No. Jace is… like a brother to me. He’s Sebastian’sfoster-brother. They stayed with the same foster-father for the firstten years of his life, but then they got separated. Jace recentlyfound his birth-family, his grandmother, and she helped him reach outto his former foster-brother.”

“Oh”,nodded Simon surprised. “I… I’m glad for Sebastian.”

Sebastianwas Clary’s older brother, who had been lost in a fire. Not deadlost, but misplaced lost. Unidentified, he had ended up in the systemand only as a teenager, he had managed to track down his birth-family– Clary and her mother. He had always been very closed off abouthis life in the system. His first foster-father had been abusive andthere had been another boy, someone to share Sebastian’s pain. Sothat gorgeous blonde was this boy from Sebastian’s past… Huh.

“Youhowever definitely upgraded”, stated Clary with a sad smile. “I…hope so, at least. I hope she treats you better… I… I neverreally had the chance to apologize, Simon. I was drunk, not that thatis in any way or shape an excuse. But… you were my best friend andI hate myself for hurting you. I just… I hope you’re happy now,Simon. Because you deserve to be happy.”

“Maia’sjust a friend. I jumped in when her boyfriend had to cancel”,replied Simon and shook his head. “I’m… single. But, I guess, I’mhappy. Maia works at a bar and she lets me sing there regularly. I’ma solo gig by now, you know? The band didn’t survive high school.”

“Huh”,nodded Clary, biting her lips.

“Aband? What instrument do you play?”, asked Jace curiously as he satdown.

Blinking,Simon turned toward the curious blonde. “Uhm. The guitar. And Ising.”

“What’sthat bar’s name? So Clary and I can come and listen to you”, askedJace, lifting a hand up when Clary went ahead to protest. “Youbloody don’t, Fray. Ever since I met you people I had to listen tostories about the great Simon Lewis and what a pity it is that thatfriendship of yours didn’t last – Luke and Jocelyn really miss you.So see this as fate intervening. Your chance to rekindle thatfriendship of yours, right. So, Simon Lewis, when and where can wesee you?”

“Thebar is called the Hunter’s Moon”, stated Maia as she sat downagain, also lifting a hand when Simon opened his mouth. “Potentialcustomers for my bar.Also, I’ve been listening to youand your regrets about this mess ever since I met you. So I agreewith British Ken over there.”

Jacehuffed with a grin and cocked his head. From there on out, dinnertook a far lighter turn. They started talking about what they hadbeen up to ever since graduation and by the time they parted, Simonspotted a genuine smile. Hearing Clary apologize, genuinely so, hadreally helped him.

/break\

Over the following weeks, Clary andJace became regulars at the Hunter’s Moon, especially when Simon wasperforming. Simon and Clary started talking again, regularly. Theyhad a couple of conversations about their relationship and somehow,the pain finally eased off.

Finally, Simon seemed to have his bestfriend back. And with Clary, also her family. Growing up, theGarroway-Fray household had been a second home. He had missedJocelyn, Luke and even Sebastian, though he had always been kind of ajerk to Simon.

“Hey. Tonight without Clary, huh?”,asked Simon as he sat down at the bar, next to Jace.

“Yeah, she got dragged to some…girls-night with my sister Izzy”, replied Jace.

“Funny. I have a friend whose name isalso Izzy. Isabelle Lightwood”, grinned Simon.

“Yeah, that’s the one”, noddedJace, one eyebrow raised in amusement. “The Lightwoods were mysecond foster-home. Last one before my grandmother found me.”

“Oh”, grunted Simon. “Wow. Huh. Iguess New York is small after all.”

“Wait”, started Jace with a frown.“If you’re not just Clary’s Simon but also Izzy’s Simon, then thatmeans you’re the guy she’s been trying to set me up on a blind-datefor months.”

“She what now?”, squeaked Simonwide-eyed.

“Uhu. Kept telling me about how herboyfriend got this cute nerdy roommate. I thought she was taking thepiss out of me, you know. Trying to use me so she can have more alonetime with Raphael at his place”, replied Jace with a shrug beforedragging his eyes over Simon veryslowly. “So, you fancy guys too then? My sister wouldn’t trysetting me up with a straight bloke.”

“I,uh. Bisexual?”, nodded Simon, wincing at his lack of eloquence.

Saidlack of eloquence got him an amused and beautiful smirk from Jace.Honestly, that blonde really was unfairly sexy. He had heterochromia,as Simon noticed the third time they met – he normally didn’t makea habit of getting that up close and then getting lost in astranger’s eyes when first meeting them. Then there were his pink,plush lips and those golden-blonde hair, falling freely into hisface. Seriously, Izzy could have really tried harder! …Wait. Hiseyes widened.

“No.Wait. I remember. She asked me to go on a blind-date with herbrother. But I always told her no, because I thought she was talkingabout Alec, whom I hadmet before and who definitelyscares the crap out of me”, grunted Simon, eyebrows raised high.

Jacelaughed loudly and it was a beautiful sound. “Nah, Alec got aboyfriend.”

“And…uh… do you…?”, drawled Simon boldly, looking at Jace.

Thatgot the blonde to stop laughing, but there was a small, pleased smileon Jace’s lips. “Not currently. I’m single. No boyfriend, nogirlfriend, no partner. But there’s this… guy, that I’m interestedin. He’s a bit of a cute nerd. Got a great singing voice too.”

“Oh,yeah?”, asked Simon with a grin, scooting a little closer. “Andcan he play the guitar too? Because I can tell you, I’d totallyserenade you if he can’t.”

It gothim another laugh from Jace. “Izzy was right, you really area dork.”

“Andthat’s… a good or a bad thing?”, asked Simon curiously.

“It’sa cute thing. So good, I suppose”, shrugged Jace thoughtfully,tilting his head.

“Uhm.So… can I ask youout on a date? Or would that be weird because of Clary? Since, youknow, we barely rekindled our friendship and you’re like… a brotherto her and her kind of brother going on a date with her ex-boyfriendsounds kind of cringe-worthy”, asked Simon concerned.

“Oh,Clary has no problem with that”, dismissed Jace with a shrug.

“Yousound sure of yourself”, grunted Simon doubtfully.

“Yeah,I asked her if it’d be alright for me to take you on a date weeksago”, replied Jace.

“Interesting.And… why didn’t you ask meearlier then?”, asked Simon with a half-grin.

“Didn’tknow if you were really interested”, shrugged Jace, cheeks a littlepink.

“Aw.That’s cute”, grinned Simon. “So you’re not that cocky afterall.”

“Shutup, nerd”, warned Jace, narrowing his eyes.

“Makeme, pretty boy”, challenged Simon, just to be kissed hungrily.

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