#mother and her boyfriend know the cat is blind now and struggles a little to find his way around

[sadlazzle]

hello. i am about .3 seconds away from going absolutely fucking batshit insane. :)

[violettelueur]

— FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || OPPOSITES DO ATTRACT 

↳ featuring : fushiguro megumi from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 06 february

↳ pronouns : non specified in imagine

↳ word count : 1.2k

↳ synopsis : after training for the kyoto sister-school goodwill event, you decided to take a short break by napping in the sun until a certain someone decides to interrupt you during that time with his divine dog by his side.

↳ barista’s notes : let me admit, this imagine is a whole mess and i didn’t know what i was thinking but HEY! ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ why not let you experience this mess with me ha? here is a little classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen!) on the house! please enjoy and come back soon ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

Currently, Japan was at the time during the season where it was the late spring nearing summer meaning it was nearly time for the humidity to rise but also the multiple rainfalls to arrive leaving some residences within the country to make sure they carried an umbrella or cover of sorts within their luggage not knowing when the sunlight could turn on them.

Making sure the remaining sunlight didn’t go to waste, you were currently laying down in the middle of the track field, where you and some of your friends had trained earlier for the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event that was commencing soon leading you to take the opportunity to relax with your panther shikigamis before you were forced to get up again.

While you were resting your head on the back of one of the panthers, the other was resting its head on your outstretched legs to which provided you with some warmth away from the gentle winds that were passing by. If you had some effort, you would have summoned the rest of your shikigami to enjoy the beaming calm sunlight that was radiating to the world, but your curse energy was running now on low fuel at this moment in time due to the amount of training you did with…

“So this is where you have been?”

Slowly opening your eyes, you quickly covered them to block the rays from blinding you before slightly tilting your head to the side to find a familiar erratic-haired sorcerer looking down at you with a collected look on his face while the other face peering down to you wasn’t human, but rather a friendly black dog leading you to reach out with your other hand to caress the divine dog’s fur, who happily accepted the affection it was receiving from you.

“I don’t appreciate being ignored Y/N,” Fushiguro muttered before taking a seat next to your body while taking the chance to pet your panther shikigami causing it to purr in delight before slowly going back to sleep as it had been before.

“Sorry Megumi, but little wolfie here got my attention first,” you mentioned, before letting the shikigami walk to wherever it desired, leading the dog to carefully sniff at the other large cat that was laying on your legs causing your shikigami’s eyes to open revealing it’s beautiful marigold crystals that they were hiding before minding its business as it went back to sleep again - somewhat letting the dog continue to sniff it out, knowing it wouldn’t attack.

“Now that I think about it, it’s the first time our shikigami met ha?” you asked, as you continued to observe the two animals to which Fushiguro answered with a light ‘hm’ indicating that he agreed with you before turning to face you.

In Fushiguro’s mind, you and him were what some would say opposites and to be honest, he couldn’t really disagree with those assumptions. Fushiguro can admit he wasn’t one to be called cheerful but rather reserved with his feelings towards people while you could be called bright as well as open with some people. However, at the end of the day, you both were emotionally intelligent.

Not only your personalities were the opposite but also your curse techniques were as well. While both you and Fushiguro were users of inherited techniques, they could be somewhat called the same, it was just that he used shadows while you used light. Consequently, this cursed technique of yours led to you being continuously attacked and harassed by the three jujutsu clans wanting to buy you from your family, but the Zenins were the worst of them all. 

Since Gojo managed to arrange things behind the scenes to make sure he wasn’t sold, the alternative option they had was you due to how similar your technique was but also how unknown it seemed, leading to the Zenin clan to demand you to come to their residence. However, from what he could recall from his annoying teacher, your mother was the one to refuse the payments and threats no matter how much she struggled since the disappearance of your father, who was thought to be the one with the sorcerer blood.

“If you were sold, do you think we would be like we are now?” Fushiguro suddenly asked, causing you to give him a side glance before letting out a sigh. “To be honest, I don’t think so,” you answered honestly as you slowly reached out to him leading Fushiguro to look at the outstretched hand for a quick second before tenderly taking it into his as he tightly interlocking your fingers together.

“If I was sold, I probably would have been sent to Kyoto Jujutsu Tech rather than Toyko, I probably would have tried to run away multiple of times, I probably would have hated you rather than love you like I do now,” you commented, leading to the stoic sorcerer to blush shyly at your verbal affection. “Luckily, my mother had a heart and didn’t let me go,” you murmured as you began to slowly recall your past, remembering how your mother would bring you to her tight embrace when the head of the Zenin family would scream at her for not passing you to him as well as other sorcerers who demanded her to sell you off to them. 

“I hate the clans,” you absentmindedly stated.

Before Fushiguro could say something about your admission, both of you and Fushiguro heard a little yelp causing you both to suddenly turn to look at the side, only to find a little black panther running towards you leading you to put on a small smile before it suddenly climbed up your upper body as it then rested its head on your chest.

“I didn’t know you had a baby panther as a shikigami,” Fushiguro commented, as he inspected the little cat that had made itself comfortable while his divine dog took the opportunity to examine the adorable subject leading to the small cat to meow at the large dog. “I didn’t know about it either until the day I summoned the cute little thing,” you replied to your boyfriend and you began to pet the little feline causing it to cutely snuggle against your palm, greedily accepting the attention it was getting.

“Don’t you usually have your other shikigami out?” Fushiguro then questioned, as he took the opportunity to lay back on the grass - to which lead his divine dog to go by his side before resting its head on his chest - causing you to turn to look at him once again before answering in a ‘duh’ tone with, “well, I would but someone made me use all my curse energy during training today,” leading Fushiguro to stiffen up somewhat before relaxing once you used your thumb to endearingly caress the back of his hand that was still interlocked with you making him know that you were just joking with him.

“We really are opposites ha?” you rhetorically and randomly asked - surprising Fushiguro somewhat due to his exact earlier thoughts - to which lead you to begin listing everything you could from the top of your head, “shadow and light, anti-social and somewhat more social and then cats and dogs.”

“Opposites do attract Y/N,” Fushiguro quickly stated, before raising your interlocking hands to kiss the back of your hand before using it to hide his now bright rose face. Laughing at his new-found but short-lived confidence, you giggled slightly at the cute sight - almost as cute as the baby panther on your chest - before pulling your connecting hands away to fully see his flustered expression forcing him to see your gentle and kind smile.

“Opposites do attract Megumi”

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[shutteredislands]

REYLO MODERN AU FIC RECS

Hi!! I spent my entire winter break reading reylo fics and I feel like I’ve found some gems! I’m boring and don’t like angst, so most of these are pretty fluffy, however, always read the tags before reading. Anyways, happy reading!

Already Home -  College, Roommates, A/B/O, Soulmates AU - Complete - Rated E - 79k

“Oh stop being all Alpha-y.” She flexes her foot, rolling her ankle as if to prove a point, and he doesn’t miss the wince that crosses her expression. “You aren’t my Alpha, and you definitely aren't my soulmate,” she mutters.

He can’t help but let out a dry laugh. “Thank god for small mercies.”

Okay so this is a trope fest but it was so good! I’m not gonna explain the plot in depth because I think going in blind is best for this!

Baby, It's Just Biology - Professor/Student, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 113k

For Rey Jackson, trying to finish your degree in Biomedical Science at Harvard is difficult enough when you're one of the few Omegas on campus.

It's made even more difficult when your Professor is the one to trigger your heat. You can't help it, it's just your biology.

An Alpha Omega love story.

This is the perfect balance of angst, fluff and pure smut. This one Is a lot angstier than anything else on this list, but you can see every stage of this relationship and I loved it so much! Please read the tags on this one!

I’ve got you (under my skin) - Nanny/Single Parent AU - On Hiatus - Rated E - 81k

“Hi, I’m Rey. I’m here for the—”

“Nanny,” Ben blurts out dazedly, still trying to remember how to form coherent thoughts. “You’re the nanny.”

Her smile hitches up a little wider. “Well, I might be.”

Suddenly, Ben thinks he might be in for a whole new world of problems.

Because Rey Johnson is still most likely the only thing standing between him and disaster, that much hasn’t changed, not by a long shot.

And Ben can’t seem to stop staring at her mouth.

In which Ben hires Rey to watch his son... but he can’t seem to stop watching her.

Okay so I almost never read WIPs, but this one was left off in a pretty good place so don’t worry about cliffhangers or anything. I am a sucker for single dad!Ben so expect more of these. I loved this fic so much and get ready for a SMUTFEST.

Light My Fire - Rivals to Lovers, College, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 20k

When rivals Ben and Rey break into a professor's office together, it comes out that Rey might not be the Beta she thinks she is.

I’ve never been the biggest reader of enemies to lovers, until this. This was so so so good! I loved their banter so much, and this is another smutfest lol.

Peacock - Fake Dating, Enemies to Lovers, Neighbors AU - Complete - Rated E - 72k

Thanks to a series of misunderstandings, failed attempts at flirting, and loud Katy Perry music, Ben grows to hate his new neighbor.

Proposing to her wasn't the best solution to his problems.

This is, hands down, one of the funniest fics I have ever read. I cried actual tears because of how funny this is. Slowish burn, but their banter will keep you engaged the whole time. I love this so much!!

An Unexpected Vacation - Scientist, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 62k 

“You don’t care that someone, that people will watch you fuck?” He looks two seconds away from puking. “Like multiple, multiple people will be able to describe your vagina. They’ll probably analyze it in a boardroom. Someone will feel proud about a shitty PowerPoint full of annotated pictures. They will use words like ‘arousal fluid’ and consult charts and these things will never not be digitally saved. That doesn’t bother you?”

“Are you suggesting my vagina is unworthy of analysis?”

--

In which Rey attempts to bolster her bank account by volunteering to fuck an Alpha in a scientific study. Plans go pear-shaped when she accidentally triggers scientist!Ben’s first Rut.

This was a really funny smutfest and I loved that. I loved Rey and Ben so much, and Ben was the perfect “I hate everyone but you” boyfriend! I love this!

She Doesn’t Normally Bite - Single Parent/Teacher AU - WIP - Rated E - 37k

Ben Solo is a single dad to 6-year old Ellis. Her teacher isn't the old-cat lady that he expects and naturally, sparks fly when they meet. Rey helps show Ben that he is allowed to be happy and the romance is DELICIOUS. There will be the happy ending we all deserve.

Both Ben and Rey have a lot to navigate, and of course - things are never straight forward.

Tw: Bens wife died when their daughter was born - whilst it is mentioned periodically, it does not form a significant part of the story. There'll also be warnings in the notes for the particular chapters it'll be mentioned in.

THIS THE ONLY WIP I WILLL EVER READ REY AND BEN ARE SO FREAKING CUTE AND ELLIS IS SUCH A CUTE KID AHHHHHHH! That is all.

Down an Inch, Up an Inch - A/B/O, Soulmates, Gym Rats AU - Complete - Rated E - 60k

Omega instructor Rey has always been the master of her domain at Rebel Belle Barre and wouldn't dream of dating an Alpha.

When her new neighbors at Supremacy Bootcamp start ruining her classes with their terrible music, she storms over to give them a piece of her mind. She challenges the beefy ex-Marine owner Ben Solo to a plank-off and the loser has to take the other's class. When they spark an unusual connection, can Rey stay away for long?

Has she bitten off more than she can chew with the gentle giant Alpha with the warm, sad eyes?

SMUT FREAKING FESTTTTT. Okay but I loved these two so much, even though I am opposed to working out in any shape or form! I love the non-traditional soulmate part, and I really loved Rey in this. 

Tea for Two - Enemies to Lovers, University Setting AU - Complete - Rated E - 67k 

'"This is a tea house, you know." The plummy, ultra-posh voice startled Rey Kenobi from her day-dreaming, almost spilling the scalding hot coffee over her chest.'

Rey, an American former hacker, turned cyber security expert, has been commissioned by Oxford University to protect their systems from hackers. Unfortunately, she has to work closely with Professor Ben Solo, Merton Professor of English Literature who also happens to be Lord Ben Solo, member of the English peerage. And an unmitigated snob.

She drinks coffee. He drinks tea. He only reads classic literature. She reads Marvel comics. He is nobility. She is a nobody.

Things should go swimmingly, shouldn't it?

SO. MUCH. UNRESOLVED. SEXUAL. TENSION. I loved the slow burn aspect because I sat in bed because I was waiting for them to bone for so long. And after they bone its a smut and fluff-fest I loved this so much!

And They Were Roommates - Roommates, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 49k

“This isn’t going to work.” He points a finger between the two of them. “This arrangement.”

Her eyes narrow. “You didn’t put any specifications on who could apply.”

“Yeah…” He rubs the back of his neck then, the action making it look longer, making her wonder what it might feel like under her fingers. “You have to know that this isn’t a good idea.”

She knows what he means, she does—but she’s so tired of being brushed aside for her designation that she challenges him anyway. “And why not?”

His eyes bore into hers, his expression blank as he says, “Because I can tell how much scent-block you put on—and I can still smell you.”

In which Rey’s new roommate turns out to be a lot more than she bargained for.

EVEN. MORE. UNRESOLVED. SEXUAL. TENSION. Like these two would be eating cereal and I would be chanting, “bone! bone! bone!” the whole time. I loved these two, and the family aspect of this one was so good.

Imprints - A/B/O, Boss/Employee AU - Complete - Rated E - 74k

“I was happy you’ll be working with someone you know. He’ll take good care of you.”

Take good care of you.

The words send a shiver down her spine, sparking memories that flood her with embarrassment. She feels a strange itch just below her ear, her gland giving a phantom pulse as if her body remembers the incident even still.

Suddenly her triumph fades into dread, the idea of working here leaving a hollow pit in her stomach. Poe is still talking, but she doesn’t hear most of it. Her mind is firmly trapped in the vivid memories of six years ago— in a moment she wishes she could forget.

By the time she hangs up the phone— she isn’t sure anymore if she can do this.

Okay so this is pretty popular so I wont say too much, but it lives up to the hype. Smutfest, fluff and angst rolled into one beautiful fic! 

Bespoke - Enemies to Lovers, Boss/Employee (?) AU - Complete - Rated E - 38k 

When new stylist Rey Jackson receives a request to dress the hottest (and most unfashionable) new actor in Hollywood, she gets a lot more than she bargained for.

Mentally AND physically.

Because Ben Solo is freaking massive.

THIS WAS SO HOT OMG! Smutfest but also super cute. Another “I hate everyone but you” version of Ben I fell in love with. Loved this!

Incognito - Coworkers AU - Complete - Rated E - 30k

“Somehow Rey’s coworkers find out about her Daddy kink. They all kink shame her for it, except her coworker Ben. He has something else in mind.”

This was so funny! Ben and Rey were so cute, and I love Finn and Rose in this too! This was great!

A Home For Christmas - Single Parent, Sugar Daddy AU - Complete - Rated E - 109k

Rey is a struggling single mother who needs to do right by her daughter, even if it means she needs to steal. Ben is sad and lonely, recently divorced for the second time. When Rey's daughter picks him to help her find her mom, their paths cross and their Christmas becomes a little more bright.

This was so freaking cute OMG!! I know I say that a lot, but this was so adorable! I loved Ben and Rey so much, but Nova was obviously the star of the show. I cannot recommend this enough!

Unsuppressed - Office, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 49k

Rey had only ever encountered two Alphas in her entire life that had been unsuppressed. And now this third one that stunk up the entire building. Not that it stunk, his scent. In fact, it was the most delicious thing Rey had ever smelled. ///////////////////////////////////// Ben Solo closed his eyes as he rode down the elevator from the 40th floor to the lobby, trying not to reach up to his glands to scratch them. Somehow, it felt like he always caught the elevator that was dripping in the Omega’s scent. The one that wandered around the building without any suppressants. The one that smelled better than any Omega he had ever smelled before.

STRAIGHT FLUFF AND SMUT OMFG!!! I loved this so freaking much! This was whatever the opposite of unresolved sexual tension and slow burn. Like Ben and Rey tried to make this a slow burn but they could not keep their hands off of each other. I loved this!

Sunshine and Gunpowder - Hitman, Surprise Parents AU - Complete - Rated E - 48k

She’s a teacher who would do anything to protect her student. He’s a glorified hitman with a heart of black gold.

Together, they make up odd halves of a beautiful whole.

THIS WAS SO CUTE!! Like, yes, I know Ben is a hitman, but when I tell you he was the softest hit man I have ever read, Temiri was so cute in this! I loved Ben and Rey, and their UST made me love them even more. Han and Leia are also hilarious in this! 

It Takes a Village - A/B/O, Surprise Parents AU - Complete - Rated E - 40k 

Who knew that all it would take for Rey Johnson to interact with her enigmatic Alpha neighbor without wanting to melt into a puddle of hormones was a baby being abandoned at her doorstep?

Not her. That was for sure.

THIS IS THE CUTEST ONE YET! I REREAD THIS QUITE OFTEN! LIKE AHHHHHHH SO FREAKING FLUFFY! NOT EVEN A WHISPER OF ANGST AND A LOT OF SMUT I LOVED THIS SO FREAKING MUCH AHHHH! AND THE EPILOGUE MADE ME CRY!

Sensual Storytime - Office AU - Complete - Rated E - 23k

When Rey Johnson starts a new job, her initially antagonistic relationship with Ben Solo from IT turns into friendship... and maybe something more.

Little does she know he also moonlights as Kylo Ren, the creator of her favorite audio erotica. One day at the office, worlds collide, and she realizes the sweater vest-wearing nerd of her dreams is also the tattooed fantasy man she listens to while getting off every night...

THIS IS MY FAVORITE REYLO FIC EVER. I RECOMMEND THIS TO PEOPLE WHO DON’T EVEN LIKE STAR WARS! THIS IS COWORKER BANTER LIKE NO OTHER. AND THE SMUT ? UNPARALLELED. READ THIS NOW!

That is all I have time for right now, but I’ll make another list later if anyone would like that! Please take care of yourself and have a great day! 

[all-about-remadora]

200 followers!

So here’s a list of One shots for celebrate✨

Everyone Deserves A Someone by LoquaciousLupin

With nothing better to do during the holidays at Grimmauld Place, Hermione and Ginny wonder whether their former Professor has a special someone - with no other ideas, they do the only thing they can and ask him. With a little help from Tonks, Remus answers their questions as honestly... as he can. Remus and Tonks fluff.

A Beautiful Tune by SweetDeamon

I'm...not coming." he said, reaching to shove his hands deep into his pockets. "On the mission. With you." Tonks stared at him in confusion. "Why not?" she asked, grip upon the cloak in her hand going limp. Remus struggled to come up with a convincing lie. "Because I...I..." Because I'm dying. Because you've struck me dead in the heart.

The Unspeakable Girl by SweetDeamon

"She makes me feel so on top of this world that I wish I'd never been born into it in the first place! So I can't stand to talk about her, Dad! I simply can't!" In which Remus Lupin visits his father and confesses something quite extraordinary. Based on information from POTTERMORE. Consider yourselves warned. RLNT.

The Future's Not Ours To See by Gilpin

Remus Lupin has a lot on his mind; his current undertaking for the Order of the Phoenix, and how to obtain questionable potions from an unhelpful Apothecary owner. Can he bring both to a satisfactory conclusion?

Rhapsody in Blue by copperbadg

Remus has decided it's time to cure Tonks of her awkwardness, the only way he knows how.

Kissing It Better by Lady Bracknell

On her first date with Remus, Tonks discovers that spilt beer on wooden floors is the enemy of the less than surefooted everywhere. Will she die of embarrassment, or will Remus find a way to make it all better?

Kiss and tell by Lady Bracknell

For all his supposed genius, Sirius Black had always had rather a blind spot for the patently obvious.

What To Make Of Him by Lady Bracknell

Neither Ted nor Andromeda know quite what to make of their daughter's boyfriend. Can he win them round over Sunday lunch?

On First Impressions by  cafei-au-lei

"'You know,' Sirius said, 'it's kind of funny. For someone who thinks Remus is so annoying, you sure can't seem to stop talking about him.'" A series of moments in Remus and Tonks' developing relationship as they get to know each other and learn that maybe first impressions aren't necessarily everything. OOTP. Fluffy oneshot.

The Order's Most Eligible Bachelors by cafei-au-lei

The Order's Most Eligible Bachelors, or: the ladies indulge in some firewhiskey and gossip. Sirius and Remus stumble upon a game they're not sure they want to be privy to (okay, maybe Sirius does.) The results lead to some necessary conversation and introspection for a few of the parties involved. Oneshot.

The Talk, Or: The (Lighthearted) Trauma of Teddy R Lupin by cafei-au-lei

Teddy knew when Dad brought out the firewhiskey that something was suspicious. Then again, maybe he wasn't giving Dad enough credit for being the cool parent. AU. Remus and Tonks survive to raise their son and give him The Dreaded Talk. Oneshot.

Movement by MrsTater

Things appear to have changed. One shot, RLNT

Retrograde by MrsTater

Sequel to Movement: Tonks strongly suspected, though she hadn't much experience, that it wasn't normal for adults who fancied other adults to do what she was doing now.

Kernels by MrsTater

A Transfigured Hearts outtake: a cosy night in with Remus takes an unexpected turn when popcorn finds its way into odd places and leads Tonks to make an important discovery.

Party till the wolf comes by MrsTater

Fatherhood doesn't send Remus on a pub crawl, but announcing the birth of his son to his closest friends turns out to be the next best thing.

Overheard by MrsTater

Sirius tries to play matchmaker for an ambivalent Remus and Tonks, but when everyone keeps overhearing everyone else's conversations, things get a little complicated as shapeshifters prove to be anything but predictable... Updated Sept 3, 2007

The Honeymooners by MrsTater

Two years after their wedding, Remus and Tonks finally make it on their honeymoon. But now they've got something they didn't when they first married, will they be able to stop thinking about it long enough to enjoy themselves? AU

A Conversation That’s Not About Veela by starfishstar

Harry and Professor Lupin talk about women, and other things. During Christmas of HBP. (A gen story, but with very strong hints of Remus/Tonks and Harry/Ginny.)

Sleeping by starfishstar

Tonks sleeps; Remus muses

Precisely What I Mean by starfishstar

Remus with Teddy was easily the sweetest thing Tonks had ever seen. It seemed Remus couldn't ever hold Teddy without gazing down at his son with a huge, helpless, delighted grin. "Don't your cheeks ever get tired?" Tonks couldn't help teasing him once, and he'd glanced up, bewildered by the question – he didn't even realise he was doing it.

A Slow and Stopping Curve by aegle

Concerning Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. Set during Order of the Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince.

St. Margaret's by aegle

Remus, Tonks, a Muggle automobile, and a slightly disappointing beach adventure

On Bethlehem Down by aegle

Remus Lupin finds himself at Nymphadora Tonks' flat on Christmas Eve, 1996

The poem which i do not write by aegle

So, it has come to London with them, whatever it is.

The Watch by Sirussly

He'd grown so used to her endless chatter and relentless questions, a burning ball of energy with a laugh like her mother's. Some nights Tonks would listen to him instead, to stories of war and the price one pays for being a soldier in the middle of it. Occasionally neither of them would speak, but once her hand found his and stayed there until the sunrise coloured the sky.

Flame by Eat a Taco

It's strange what the soft light of a candle can do to someone.RLNT, sometime during HBP

Cover Me by Maggiemaye

Remus and Tonks embark on a mission that tests their well-established partnership to its limits. Even while surrounded by Death Eaters hidden in plain sight, they find that their greatest threats may come from within.

Expecto Patronum by Shimotsuki

Remus and Tonks have dinner at the Potters' after seeing Teddy off on the Hogwarts Express. James and Al are full of questions, including one that not even Harry knows the answer to.

Meet the Reindeer by SweetDeamon 

Nothing untoward had happened since Teddy had arrived home from Hogwarts for the holidays this year. So far there had been no manically jingling elves, no traumatised Santa Claus, no mass snowball fights, no exploding cans of fake snow and as of yet nothing had come hurtling down the chimney or splattered anything or anybody with ammunition of the culinary kind. So far. RLNT AU.

Meet the Teacher by SweetDeamon 

In which Remus and Dora receive word from Hogwarts that their son's homework has been completed in a far from satisfactory manner. The subject? Defence Against the Dark Arts. The topic? Werewolves. They've been expecting trouble since the beginning of term...but who feels less prepared? Teddy's parents or Teddy's teacher? Neville has a hunch... AU. RLNT. Rated for mild language.

A Study In Pink by SweetDeamon 

"He isn't entirely sure how it is that a certain pink haired witch came to be lying snugly in the bed beside him yet again, or indeed why such a thing had ever occurred the first time around..." RLNT.

A Piece of Cake by SweetDeamon 

"How long does it take to make a bloody sponge cake!" "You can't rush art, Sirius." Tonks attempts to bake Remus a birthday cake. "Attempts to" being the key phrase here... RLNT. Happy Birthday Gelly Bean!

The Christmas Waltz by Lady Bracknell 

As Christmas approaches, Remus and Tonks dance around the idea of togetherness, wondering if either of them is leading, or know where they're going at all.

Mistletoe and Wine by Lady Bracknell 

Remus falls foul of the mistletoe. Twice. RL/LP, RL/NT, LP/JP, rated for language.

Afraid of the Dark by Lady Bracknell 

Remus had always been ill at ease in the forest, but when a mission for Dumbledore sends him into the heart of the place with Tonks by his side, he finds his apprehension harder than usual to shake off.

The Luck of the Draw by Lady Bracknell 

She sits on the carpet, shuffles the cards, then deals them out. She came here with the hope of forcing the issue, because she just knows they shouldn't be about can't and won't.

Chione by: cafei-au-lei

Remus has confirmation that Tonks may return his feelings - now all that's left is to decide what to do with this rather exciting and terrifying information. And although it's been a strange year, this year's Christmas could shape up to be one of the best Remus has ever had. Takes place after "The Order's Most Eligible Bachelors." RLNT OotP holiday fluff.

The First Night by: cafei-au-lei 

Most major events in Remus' life have done nothing but reinforce the crushing inevitability of his condition and the life that it has condemned him to. But maybe there is hope to be had, after all.

amare by: cafei-au-lei 

At first, the idea that Tonks and Professor Lupin could be together was equal parts baffling and absurd. But then, maybe it did make a tiny bit of sense, Ginny thought, as she watched the way Professor Lupin looked at Tonks over the breakfast table. But she still couldn't help but think that this love and relationships thing was far too complicated. RLNT.

War Baby by MrsTater 

It's time for Teddy's first outing, and for Tonks to make peace with a noble great idiot. Set during Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Perchance To Dream by: MrsTater

A dream leads to an argument and an unexpected quest to seek out the meaning. Will Remus and Tonks kiss and make up? More importantly, who will come out on top? RLNT, Deathly Hallows, Mature.

Like a Cat in the Sun by starfishstar 

Remus is in a house full of women.

[akindofmagictoo]

20 first lines tag game

this comes from @zmlorenz and also I think @amillionwips — thank you both!

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20 stories just list them all). see if there are any patterns. choose your favourite opening line. then tag others. 

(I will tag @writingbyjillian @pamsdrabbles @sleepyowlwrites and anyone who wants to play!) 

Hurricane 

Tempest stilled her bouncing leg, eyeing her sleeping husband. Had she woken him? She took a careful breath and didn’t let it go until he snored and rolled over, pulling the covers tighter around himself. Still she waited. One breath. Two breaths. When he still didn’t move, she stood up and grabbed her coat and sword belt, not even bothering to put them on. Because she had to leave, and she had to leave today. 

Theo x Aella Little Mermaid AU

Water closed over his head, tugged at his clothes. Tugged him down… down… 

He wanted to cry out for help, but the water filled up his mouth before he could make a sound. Cold stole into his limbs, heavy and dark, weighing him down. 

His chest ached, searching for air. Deep, cold darkness wrapped around him. Dragging, pressing, pulling down.

Down… down… down… 

When he’d hit the water, he’d panicked. That was gone now. All he felt was the cold, the deep dark cold.

a random post-canon Theo x Aella oneshot 

Thunder rumbled overhead, blending into the drumming of the rain on the roof. Aella tucked her blanket more tightly around herself, but it did no good. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t keep her mind off the locked front door, Alanna’s instruction to stay inside. It felt too much like other locked doors. Every time she closed her eyes, she was back there again and—

No. Sitting in this bed alone with her thoughts would do no good.

a post-canon Theo x Aella oneshot (sort of the former version of the one above)

“Read the mermaid one again.” Aella snuggled against Theo, pressed up between him and the arm of the big old armchair. 

a Theo x Aella modern AU 

Even with a map on his phone, Theo was impressed he’d made it to the small cafe on the main street. True, it was the main street, but his new house wasn’t, and directions weren’t his forte. Given how recently he’d moved, it was at least understandable. 

The cafe was small, but its list of drink options was larger than he’d expected. But it included several types of tea, so he ordered a familiar English Breakfast and sat down at the nearest table.

post-canon oneshot of the Hurricane women play ‘theatre’ 

“So, who’s up next?” Aria stretched out in her hammock. “As much as I enjoyed being the defence lawyer, I think it’s someone else’s turn.” 

“I’ll play the accused. I want to try my daring escape again,” Aella volunteered, sitting up. 

Theo grinned. “Because you got caught last time?” 

a crossover royalty AU with another project (Labyrinth) 

(this isn’t the first line, but it’s the first lines where Theo appears. also, you would be correct if you assume that the Spanish princess is not Aella. that is the complication.) 

“Spain confirmed the marriage alliance,” said Jared. “We still have to confirm it one last time, though.” 

Theo glanced up at his dad. “Hardly surprising, really. They offered it, after all.” 

Jared nodded. “Are you still alright with this? We can turn them down now, if you want.” 

“My calendar is free,” said Theo, straight-faced. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve got my eye on someone else or whatever. Just as long as I’m not expected to actually have a romantic relationship with the Spanish princess.” 

the below are all fanfictions. [ps my AO3 is @/ sidebysidewithafriend go check it out if any of these fics interest you] 

Shadow and Cottontail (Harry Potter: Marauders (OC insert)) 

(this is co-written, I’m posting the first part that I wrote) 

“Is there mail today?” Kai Lupin jumped the last step down to the dining room. This was the same question she’d been asking for five days, but she asked anyway. 

Her mother Hope was about to answer when an owl swooped through the open window, a parchment envelope clutched in its beak. 

“I think the answer is yes,” said Remus, descending the stairs behind her with a little more care than she’d taken. Kai rolled her eyes and crossed the room to see what the envelope contained.

Hope was already taking it from the owl. “It’s from Hogwarts,” Hope said, and Kai’s heart leapt, only to be dashed by her mother’s next words. “But there’s only one envelope. It’s addressed to you, Kai.” 

Told You You’d Kill It (Harry Potter: Romione) 

“Ugh.” Ron shoved his books to one side and ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in all different directions. Hermione hid a smile as Ron drew his hands inside his jumper sleeves.

Through a yawn, he continued, “I’m done. I’m so tired.” Probably from his basketball training, but schoolwork was also a struggle for him, she knew. And they’d been studying in the library for several hours now. No wonder he was exhausted.

Thank You For Saving My Cat (Harry Potter: Jily) 

Lily pushed herself up to a sitting position and breathed a small sigh of relief. At least she was out. She turned back to the house, watching the orange flames that danced over the structure with her heart in her throat. Was it her imagination, or were they growing smaller?

Most of her stuff could be replaced. But she hoped nonetheless that she wouldn’t have to.

Then she remembered the one thing she’d left behind and couldn’t replace. Crookshanks. She stumbled to her feet. Legs shaking under her, she ran to the nearest firefighter and grabbed their sleeve. The firefighter gear covered its occupant’s face, but the voice sounded male. “Are you alright?” He took her arm gently, steadying her.

3AM (Harry Potter: Wolfstar) 

The beeping of the fire alarm filtered into Sirius’s sleeping brain, burrowing in until he couldn’t help but wake up. At which point he groaned and wrapped his pillow around his head, trying to block out the noise.

But this was a fire alarm, so really he had to get up. Grudgingly, he removed the pillow from his head and fumbled for his phone to check the time. The light from the screen was blinding in the darkness of his dorm room, but after a moment his eyes adjusted to see that it was 3:07 AM.

Give Him Back to Me (The Great Library: Wolfe x Santi) 

Day 1

“Nic?” Wolfe half-rose from the bed at the sound of knocking, leaving his Codex open beside him. Something was off, though. Nic wouldn’t knock. He had a key. Besides, Nic was away in Belgium, training a new company. He wasn’t due back for another day or two, and that was assuming everything went to plan.

Nevertheless, when the knock came again he got to his feet and headed for the door.

Death Is Not Fair (Shadowhunters: (very angsty) Malec) 

It wasn’t fair. Then again, life wasn’t fair.

And neither was death.

It shouldn’t have happened. It should have been a simple mission. The scans and all the reports had said there was just one demon in the area. It was a larger, stronger demon, and would’ve put up a good fight, but it was still practically nothing to a Shadowhunter like Alec.

Untitled (Shadowhunters: Sizzy) (unfinished and un-posted) 

Izzy was swearing off dating. She’d kind of thought about it before, but hearing about the amount of drama in Jace’s love life right now cemented the idea firmly in her mind. No more dating. Between that and the mess Alec had gone through a couple of months ago, she wasn’t sure she wanted any part of that. Not to mention that of all the boys she’d dated, none of the relationships had really been right. Did she believe in The One? She wasn’t sure. But none of her boyfriends had been it, that was for sure. So no more dating for her. She was here to study forensic chemistry, after all, and surely it was better to concentrate on that.

Moving Day (Riordanverse: Blitzstone) 

Last? signed Hearth. 

Blitz brushed a speck of dust from the shoulder of his shirt, studying Hearth’s face. He knew exactly how many boxes were left to move, and it was more than zero, but the elf was looking paler than usual. If that was possible. As he watched, Hearth swayed a little and put a hand on the wall for support. “No. But I’ll get the rest. You need a break.”

Untitled quarantine AU (Riordanverse: Percabeth) (unfinished and un-posted)

“Thanks for letting me stay over to finish this project,” said Annabeth, setting the last piece on the model Coliseum she’d made. They’d done most of it last night, and she was just adding the finishing touches now. Although that had been before school had been shut down; they’d been notified the night before, but since she was here she’d been determined to finish it.  

Untitled (The Hobbit) (I have a “better version of Tauriel’s arc” thing in the works, and this is an accompanying oneshot of how the Durins died in this version) (un-posted) 

“Where is he? It looks empty. I think Azog has fled.” Fili glanced around nervously, his breath steaming in the icy air. 

“I don’t think so,” said Thorin. 

Footsteps sounded on the ice, echoing in all directions. It was impossible to know their source. 

“We’ve got company,” Thorin growled. 

Kili readied his sword. 

This was practically everyday for them at this point. Every motion of his sword, every footstep, every bit of it was familiar. Fili hardly had to think. His sword flashed in the faint light. Droplets of blood and crystals of ice spattered his exposed skin, hot and cold. He was at home here; he might not have been on the ice before, but with a sword in his hand and Kili and Thorin at his back, he was content.

this is VERY long. if you read to here, thank you! and maybe consider reading some of them in full on my AO3? 

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Chapter 8

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Mornings were always serene in Wayne Manor. Bruce sat across from Alfred who was reading over the morning paper. Raven sat next to her father in a high chair, happily munching on dry Cheerios. Most mornings tended to be silent beside Raven’s baby babbles. However, a question loomed heavy in the air. Ever since the official announcement of his daughter, Selina decided to try dating Bruce. She joked the only reason she called was that she wanted to know if he ever got the shoe back on. He realized that image would haunt him for the rest of his life. Bruce didn’t mind though, Raven will grow to be quite embarrassed about it. It will work out in his favor in the end.

“You have another date with Ms. Kyle tonight, sir,” Alfred never looked up from his paper, making small talk.

“As long as no interruptions, easy home date.”

“Would our little bird be joining you both tonight?” Bruce turned to his happy little baby. Raven looked back at her father with a handful of cheerios and a smile. This almost didn’t feel real. Since he wore the cowl, the calm never felt real. The small moments they all share is what makes it all worth it.

“Dada,” Raven thrust her fist of cereal towards her father followed by a mixture of giggles and her attempts to form words. Leaning over, Bruce took a piece of cereal and quickly pecked her hand. Raven quickly pulled her hand away, smiling and eating.

Bruce gazed at his little girl. He wasn’t so sure about having Raven with them. Not that she is in the way, he would honestly prefer her there. He is more concerned about Selina. There was always something familiar with her since they met. It was the way she walked. It was almost catlike, graceful, and seductive. Bruce had to admit he was falling. There was finally someone with whom he could be open emotionally. After a few dates, he was finally able to briefly speak about his parents. It was comforting to know she was also orphaned as a young child. There was an undeniable connection between them, definitely an attraction. Yet, something egged at the back of his mind, like she was hiding something. Bruce can’t judge, he probably has the most skeletons in his closet. Maybe Alfred is right about the paranoia. But tonight, his little girl will be properly introduced to Selina, “I figured a nice night in, let the two get to know each other. Selina seems to be alright with it over the phone, I’m sure things will be fine.”

“Need I remind you that it took Raven about a week to warm up to me, sir. More than likely she will get fussy if Ms. Kyle is brave enough to hold her.”

“I am sure they will interact fine, besides, Raven should start interacting with people more. It's supposed to be good for them,” Bruce recalled a few notes from a book Alfred had brought him.

Bruce never once thought he would have to pick up parenting books so soon. Yet here he is, whenever some free time was allowed he would just sit there with his baby girl in one arm and book in another. Per grunting request, he would read out loud. These times would generally end in an impromptu but well-deserved nap time for both the baby and the bat. Alfred would quietly snap pictures of the pair: the book fell from Bruce’s hand to the floor, Raven tucked into his side with a tiny fist clutching his shirt for support. She nuzzled herself deeper into Bruce’s side, smiling at the comfort of the scent and warmth of her father. It was almost as if their souls connected in these moments like nothing else existed but them. With a strong arm around her, they would sleep peacefully. There was a strangeness to their bond. Looking back at his daughter who traded Cheerios for a bottle, he knew he was gone. Bruce knew his heart was gone to the child. His child. Reaching out and gently stroking her cheek, “I am sure they will get along fine. Even if she gets too fussy, I’ll be right there.”

The paper finally set down, Alfred looked properly at Bruce. He would admit, this is not how the butler thought his life would go. Ever since Bruce decided to bear the cowl, Alfred feared to be left alone. Some nights it felt like Bruce was trying to get himself killed. With all the stabs and bullet holes, the old man’s heart hurt as if they were his wounds. He may have only been Bruce’s guardian but he loved him like he was his son. Alfred worried that maybe he was the one who drove Bruce down the path of vengeance. Little hope rested in that child, one day she would be a wonderful woman. The day Bruce would have to let her go someday. For now, they would enjoy these moments. Although, the thought of Bruce dealing with the first boyfriend was quite amusing. He would not resist her pleading eyes. Hell, Bruce couldn’t even say no to the small pout for storytime. Their lives would never be the same but maybe that was for the best.

Bruce knew that this would come to be. Blame his naivety, she played him like a fool. There was always something familiar about the cat. He should have known sooner, since the boat. It isn’t like there weren't any signs, they were clear as day. The night Selina came over for the first time and left early, Catwoman was spotted again but later than her usual patterns. Now with the canceled date, the pieces fell together while in pursuit.

Jumping across roofs, it was the way she moved that gave her away. Selina moved with grace, almost it was as if she was seducing him. Bruce couldn’t deny that a part of him still wanted her. Yet, there was no way he could come up with an excuse. The first time he put on the cowl he figured he would go after gang members keeping the city in fear. Bruce was not prepared for there to be another masked person running around Gotham as well, there had already been reports speculating the connection. Batman already was having issues gaining police trust and this was no help.

Gaining up on her, Bruce reached out and finally grabbed Catwoman’s arm. He pulled her towards him, yanking the bag of gems from her hand. A flirty smirk danced on her lips, pressing up against him, “We must stop meeting like this, Batman.”

Selina immediately lashed out, aiming for the cowl. Bruce dodged back; quickly grabbing her hands and pinning them behind her back. After a few struggling kicks, Selina finally was handcuffed and unmasked. Bruce stared, hatred filling his eyes. Hatred of himself most of all. She played him hard. A grim reminder that this path he was on did not allow personal relationships. He wanted to bring this woman into his life! Raven’s life. It is not uncommon for children of wealthy parents to be taken and held for ransom. Sometimes they aren’t returned. The thought reminded Bruce of his nightmares. Even if abduction wasn’t Selina’s style, who knows who she knew that would. Information was worth more than any diamond in Gotham’s underground. Selina hadn’t seen much of the mansion that he knew of; he did leave her alone when Raven started crying.

Without a word, Bruce lifted her over his shoulder, carrying Selina to the police cars down below. Scenarios of Raven and Alfred being hurt by his blindness hurt more than any wound that Selina could ever inflict with her claws.

Changed and showered, Bruce sat at the computer and reviewed the file he had built. How many more of these alter ego criminals will appear? Something inside of him told him that Selina would be the first of many.

Before getting lost in his head, the sound of shuffling coming from Raven’s playpen. Bruce walked over and silently watched as Raven rolled around with her stuffed animals. Their eyes met: Raven’s sparkled with joy as she reached up to her father.

“Dada,” a wide smile took over her face, Bruce smiling right back. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, cuddling her tighter into his chest.

“I will always protect you, my princess,” Bruce gently rocked her back and forth, finally leaving the cave. Bruce remembers the warmth and love from a time that seemed so long ago. A song played in his head, a voice he longed to hear. The melody always calmed him as a child. Stroking Raven’s back, Bruce began softly singing to his child as his mother did to him:

Am I blue? Am I blue?

Ain’t these tears in my eyes telling you?

Am I blue? You’ll be to

If each with you made

Done fell through

Was a time I was your only one

But now I’m the sad

And lonely one,

"Lawdy, " Was I gay? 'til today,

Now she’s gone and we're through,

Am I blue?

I am going to be honest, I am not happy with how Selina ended. This isn't the end, I plan on writing her back into the story. I just need to get to know her character more before re-included into the story.

On a more positive note, I always loved the song Kevin Conroy sang in Justice League. It's so calm and soothing. If I recall correctly, Bruce said it was a lullaby Martha would sing it to him as a child. Here is the link for reference: https://youtu.be/fuHwYMTxmR0

I hope you all enjoy this chapter! ❤

[haikyuu-and-more-haikyuu]

Bellflowers

Here it is. The prompt about Sawamura as an officer. I am happy with the result and hoped I got the ‘vibe’ I wanted. I tried something new in this little, short, piece. 

Please, if any of these warnings make you uncomfortable or triggers you, be careful; 

WARNING: Suicide WARNING: Slightly bad coping mechanism. WARNING: Bad mental health (not graphic and only vaguely shown).

Also! Rindo means bellflower in japanese. I struggled with the name, becuse I wanted her name to have some meaning to it. I debated on calling her Himawari (sunflower) but I felt like that was used up. It's a beautiful name though. Same with Sakura. So Rin it was.

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Sawamura was certain the police force was his calling. It felt like the right way to go, even when he was being  pulled in many directions. Sugawara pursued a degree in pedagogy to become a teacher, Asahi decided to take rest year to figure out what he actually wanted, Kiyoko started a business degree. His parents were supportive, but also pushed him to seek higher education.

He wanted to make a difference. So he enrolled in Miyagi Police Department on community safety.

One day, or more precise- once night when he was out patrolling the streets of his home town, he crossed path with a girl in distress. She was on a bridge, on wrong side of the railing. The river underneath was a few meters deep and the current was strong. While he had gotten a lot of courses on how to deal with suicidal people, all that went off in his brain was; ‘Do something, Daichi!’

And he did.

He got the girl down. He was calm and the girl grew almost hysterical. He held her tight, and dragged her away from the bridge to a more safe place. She couldn’t be more than 15 years. He alerted his team that was also patrolling, and got backup. Ambulance was called and help would arrive quickly. He talked to the girl, trying to calm her down. It worked, a little bit.

Her name was Rin, named after the bellflower.

Her parents burst through door that lead to her room, frantic and worried. The mother cried and hugged her and her dad bowed deeply to him. Thanking him for saving their daughter. The girl still cried, muttering that she was sorry over and over again like a mantra. And her parents muttered bak ‘it’s okay’ over and over again.

Somehow, the girl managed to convince the doctors that she didn’t need to be admitted or need any further help. And it looked like the parents didn’t see the need to do so too. She said that it was a one time thing. That she was just overreacting because of school and the recent boyfriend she just broke up with. Since she had no history of mental illness before; they let her go home with her parents, but with the some information pamphlets about mental health and how to seek help.

Sawamura said goodbye to the girl and prompted her to take care of herself in the near future. When their eyes met, Daichi saw something. She just looked so tired. Just tired of it all. He fought the urge to hug her. It was inappropriate and her parents had a death grip on her as they lead her out of the room.

The ride back to the station was silent. His partner didn't say much, but there wasn’t much to say. Sawamura only spoke once. “I don’t believe her, I should have said something. She needed-needs help. Help I think her parents can’t provide.” His senpai looks over at him and reached over to squeeze his shoulder. Tight and grounding, but not helping .  

Four days later, when he is writing a report at his desk, his senpai walked quietly over to him. His face looked a little constipated. Normally, his senpai and partner was a cherry man, easy to get along with and he still manage to keep his authority while on the job. He had been in the force for almost ten years. From him, Daichi gets the information that the girl had hung herself in the backyard of her parents house when they weren’t home. She had already been dead for a an hour when a neighbour spotted her and called an ambulance and her parents.

She wasn’t fine, he was right.

She needed help and he was the one that could have pushed the doctors and the parents to make her get the help she needed. She deserved.

His gut grew tight and he felt like he might throw up on his desk. Hands turning cold and sweaty and shaky. Feelings so foreign to him. His partner squeezed his shoulder again and told him about every available information. The two of them might be contacted if the parents ever chose to take this further.

It goes on deaf ears as Daichi can only think about the girl he thought he saved, but really didn't do anything to help her. He might have gotten her on the right side of the railing, but he didn’t save her life.

His senpai sees that he is unwell, too unwell to work and focus. He gets sent home with the note to rest or call if he feels worse or need anything else. They handle it when he comes back, his senpai says. He gets a few nods from his co-workers, all of them been in similar situation, as sickly as that though is.

He lies in his bed and stares at his uniform, which is hung neatly on its hook on the wall. The blinds let in light from the street and it shines on his badge. The small reflection is almost blinding and all Daichi wants is to haul that badge into the toilet. Does the badge mean anything if he, as the bearer, can’t help the one person that needed him that night?

That was the first time someone ever died at his hands. It wasn’t like the news, when they would occasionally tell them that one or another bridge was being closed off because someone had jumped. Of course, those news always made him think a little. That that person could be anyone he knew, but he never dwelled on it. Almost witnessing, was entirely different.  

Maybe there is a few pamphlets that will teach him how to cope with this situation too. That thought makes him laugh, but it soon turns into ugly sobs that feel like he might choke on the. He presses his face into the pillow and holds his breath. It feels like he is drowning and suffocating.

It’s hard to breathe.

After a sleepless night, he marches into his boss’ office. With the badge in his hand, he says that he will quit. What’s the point of being an officer when he can’t even help the ones that needs it the most.

His boss looks at him. He isn’t old, but his hair is starting to loose it’s black shine and wrinkles both from stress and happiness are visible in his face. He looked at Sawamura, understanding and worried.

“It’s about that girl, Sawamura-kun.” He says, clam. “I heard, I am so sorry, but sit down and we can talk.”

He does. Because as much as he just wanted to leave his badge on his boss’ desk and to bolt out of  the building, he feels like he owe it to the department. Owe it to the girl that will forever be 15 years.

“I-I knew, I knew she needed professional help. I saw it in her eyes.” Sawamura starts and he only knows he is crying when he feels a salty taste at the corners of his mouth. His boss doesn't bat an eye at that and gives him a tissue. He isn’t the first to cry in this office and he won't be the last. “I had a feeling she wasn’t fine and I still let her go. And now she is dead. She was only 15 years old. I felt it in my gut that it was wrong to let her go and I still didn’t say anything.”

His boss nods and pushes a glass of water to him. He takes a small sip out of it. It’s actually pretty refreshing, and Daichi is reminded that he skipped dinner yesterday and went straight to bed. Behaviour so strange to him.

“Then why don’t you use it?” His boss breaks the silence after he let Daichi calm down.

“Huh?” Sawamura asked, swallowing a sob.

“Why don’t you use that gut feeling in the next case, and the case after that. That feeling will be your best tool in helping citizens in this city, Sawamura-kun.” His boss takes a sip from his coffee. “If you really want to quit, I won’t force you to stay; but the biggest advice I can give you is to use that feeling you are feeling now and help those who needs it the most.”

“But I failed her, and her family.”

“You gave her a second chance, Sawamura-kun, you gave her a second chance and there were people in her life that should have taken care of her and they failed to do so.” His boss tells him sternly, but still comforting in some way. The voice he uses tells Sawamura that things like this will always be a part of the job. This won't be the last suicidal victim he will cross paths with if he continues. His boss doesn’t look down on him, like Sawamura though he would do. And when he thinks about it, neither did any of his co-workers when he packed up his things to yesterday to take the rest fo the day off.

“I don’t want to quit.” He tells the older man. Because he doesn’t, he just feels awful. “I just don’t want to fail those people who need me.” His life had been pretty easy up until now. His biggest worry had been grades, volleyball practice and making plans with friends. It had been exams, taking care of his younger sisters when his parents were working late and remembering to feed their house cat. Nothing more than that. So when reality decided to punch him in the stomach, the pain was indescribable

His boss nods and moves over to squeeze his shoulders, and they are sitting on the same side of the desk.  And while his boss had gotten his report and it had been sent out to the hospital, doctors and the parents; his boss lets him talk and cry and retell every detail of the day he met the girl. The girl that Sawamura only knew for a few hours.

Hearing that there is a small thread to hang by, to know that there are still things he can do to save those who deserve another chance at life- it gives him the small, silver lining of hope that he can make a difference.

He goes back to the family, to apologise and give his condolences. The family is devastated, of course, and her parents keep saying if there was only something they could have done. And all Daichi can think about is that they should have gotten her help then and there at the hospital. That their ignorance is the only reason they had to put her in a body-bag in their own backyard. But he hold his tongue. Maybe the girl was good at faking it, and managed to hide it so well form her own parents. Maybe it’s their countries norm and that their people is too busy to breathe and take care of themselves. He will never get an answer, so he doesn’t want to waste energy on being angry with others.

He buys a bouquet of bellflowers and a scented candle, and goes back to the bridge. The flowers are fresh and lush and a beautiful blue colour. It almost makes him belive that Rin’s eyes were the deep blue, but she had dark brown eyes. They were still beautiful, though.

At daytime, the traffic is heavier and he wonders if another car had pulled up before he did, had she gotten the help she needed. Would she be alive. He doesn't dwell on the thought for too long. It’s not like an answer is needed when she is already dead.

He lights the candle and places the flowers beside it. In honor and in memory for the girl that showed him that the force wasn’t all action and fulfilling moments. It’s also heartbreaking and life shattering at the same time.

The current is still as strong as the was the day he found her on the railing. The water is still as deep. But it doesn’t look as scary as it did when he found the girl. Maybe it’s just that the circumstance is different, but he feels lighter. He takes a bell flower and throws it into the water. And he has lost sight of it the second it hits the water. Kind of like he lost sight of Rin the second her parents guided her to their car.

He saves one bellflower and presses it in a book. It’s still beautiful, even after it had dried out and turned to a more pale in colour. He frames it and keeps it at his desk. Just when he does that, he notices that a lot of his other co-workers has pictures of people or places that is important to them. For him, the bellflower is simply just a beautiful flower, or it used to be. He can’t help himself, but everytime he sees a bellflower; he looks at them differently and thinks about dark eyes that were only filled with tears.

Daichi remembered that he read somewhere that tears where only love that had nowhere to go. It still feels useless to cry about Rin, because he didn't know about her existence until he met her on a damned bridge trying to take her own life. He only saw her for a few hours that night and now he will never see her.

And it got him thinking, that maybe Rin didn’t cry because Daichi found her and contacted medical help. And that she didn't cry because her parents found out. Maybe she was crying because she didn't know to give herself the love she deserved.

His boss had asked him if he wanted new areas to pattroll, but he had declined. Thinking that he just needs to get used to the thought of Rin, the bridge and her death. It’s more than a part of his job, it’s part of his life now.

The badge is pinned back on his uniform and his eyes are dry. And while the girl died, she will be known for person that made Sawamura make the decision to keep building,

...to keep working for something greater than himself.

[stardustpug]

Title: Learning to Love the Cold Chapter Title: Spirals Fandom: snk/anot Pairing: jeanmarco Summary: “You need to tell him. This isn’t protecting him anymore, or protecting yourself. I need to know that if something happens while you’re with him that he can handle it. That he knows what’s happening and what to do.” AO3 | FF.Net

March slowly comes to a close, with April bringing the typical rain showers and a few blizzards because this is Michigan, so why the hell not? Jean’s birthday comes and goes quickly, since it hits on a Monday. Marco wants to make a big deal out of it, although Jean isn’t so keen on it. He knows eighteen is important for the, you know, normal teenagers since it means becoming an adult or whatever, but this birthday is important to him for entirely not normal teenage reasons. Turning eighteen with his condition means quite a few different things. One, he has lived long past his life expectancy. Two, he could officially be on the lung transplant list. Lung transplants were few and far in between. They were hard to come by, since lungs usually weren’t viable by the time they reached the person in need of the transplant.

It was a breath of relief (ha) to him and his entire family. Still, Marco doesn’t know about anything lung related in Jean’s life, but he doesn’t think today would be a good day to tell him. No day would ever be a good day to tell him. At this point, he’s waited far too long for him to easily be able to slip it into conversation. It would be far too obvious that he had been hiding it this entire time, and while Marco is definitely the sweetest, most understanding person he has ever come across, it felt wrong to tell him after this long.

It also felt wrong to keep it from him.

Regardless, his birthday passed with no issues. Marco treats him to dinner at a cute diner on the outskirts of Trost and buys him a new beanie. Jean’s beanie collection is mostly deep reds, but Marco opts to give him a dark blue one (“It’s kind of like the ice! Also blue looks good on you!”).

That weekend, Trost Figure Skating Club holds a celebration for the Trost Twizzlers, who were returning from worlds with a bronze medal. Jean makes up some silly reason for not attending because he has an appointment to confirm quite a few different things with his doctors. Marco wonders about it, but decides it’s probably nothing to worry about.

“Okay, Jean, try to take a deep breath.”

Jean sits up a little straighter and slowly breathes in as deep as he can. He coughs and sputters a little, but he supposes he did pretty good.

His doctor hums from behind him and he feels the stethoscope fall away from his back. After a moment of listening to the doctor scribble on whatever sheets he was filling out, he speaks. “You seem to be doing pretty good, but not good enough to keep these lungs forever. I can go ahead and have one of the nurses help you finish filling out the paperwork to get you on the transplant list.”

Jean nods and watches the doctor swiftly leave the room. He sighs, his emotions caught somewhere in the middle. The potential of getting new lungs was mind blowing; he never imagined he would live to this point. On the other hand, transplants are quick. When the word comes that lungs are on the way, he knows he’ll be at the hospital within the hour. He knows that Marco will need to know sooner rather than later, or at the very last minute.

He’s pulled away from his thoughts when a nurse comes into the room, handing him the paperwork and telling him where to sign.

New lungs. Someone else would have to die for him to get them, but he tells himself it’s okay because at least he’ll do his best to put them to good use.

--

Hours turn into days and days turn into weeks. Time moves in a blur as senior year quickly passes Jean by, leaving him breathless (no pun intended) and unprepared for his last month of high school. April brings lots and lots of water in Michigan, between nonstop rain and melting snow. Some mornings are more dangerous than others, with cold temperatures causing everything to freeze again. Jean has to be incredibly careful not to fall on his ass, but at the same time, it seems his friends who have quite literally competed in figure skating at the Olympics are struggling with the uneven ice coating the high school parking lot most mornings.

“Mom, can you please stop fussing over me?” Jean nearly whines, pulling away from his mother’s prying hands yet again.

“This is the last time I am ever sending one of my children to a high school dance. I have every right to fuss,” she replies without missing a beat, placing a hand on Jean’s cheek. “Besides,” she continues, her hands returning to Jean’s tie, “this thing is a mess.”

Jean lets out an over dramatic sigh, followed by a few coughs.

“Do you have your inhaler?” she asks without breaking her focus on the tie.

“Um, yeah. It’s in my pocket,” Jean replies, patting his leg a couple times.

“Good. I know you’ve been to these things before, but they do get stuffy fast. If you need to get out of there--”

“I know, mom.”

She smooths his tie down and takes a step back, giving a nod, satisfied with the changes she’s made to his suit.

“Happy?” Jean asks.

“Yes. But…”

“What?” Jean furrows his brows, looking down at his suit. “I think it looks nice--”

“You haven’t told Marco yet.”

“I haven’t told Marco yet.”

She gives him a disappointed look.

“Mom, please don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” she says, feigning innocence.

“Like I killed your cat!”

She laughs for a moment, but the serious look returns to her face. “You need to tell him. This isn’t protecting him anymore, or protecting yourself. I need to know that if something happens while you’re with him that he can handle it. That he knows what’s happening and what to do.”

“I’m going to tell him tonight. But after we leave the dance. I don’t want it to put a damper on the mood. Don’t worry though, I have my medical necklace on, so if something does happen at the dance, I have that.”

His mom sighs, but nods. “Alright, baby. Stay safe, okay?”

Let it be known that high school dances are not Jean’s thing. At all. It’s always too hot, the guys always take off the entire top half of their suits save for the vest and bow ties (any guys who wear regular ties end up tying them to their heads), everyone is grinding on each other while the teachers turn a blind eye, and Jean doesn’t know how to dance.

Marco, on the other hand, definitely knows how to dance. Whether it’s quick songs or slow songs, Marco is graceful and brilliant, his smile lights up the room, and his laugh nearly makes Jean’s heart stop. Jean could trace entire constellations from the freckles on his face. He has to stop himself from reaching out and poking the freckle that adorns the very tip of his nose several times throughout the night. He also has to stop himself from pulling Marco off the dance floor and sneaking off into a dark, quiet room they’re definitely not allowed to be in to kiss him senseless.

Needless to say, he fails at the latter. They end up in some quiet classroom a few hallways away from the dance, careful to check that no one witnessed them sneaking away from the dance. Lucky for them, the dance isn’t actually at their high school, but instead one of the centers on Trost University’s campus. There aren’t any high school teachers lurking or lingering beyond the actual ballroom and the rest of the staff for the building has long since gone home.

Jean nearly slams Marco into one of the desks, his arms trapping Marco. Marco sits on the desk, pulling Jean in by his suit jacket, their lips crashing together. Jean feels a warmth he’s missed spreading through his entire body; despite the Olympics being long over, Marco’s been so busy with training, they hardly have moments like this. Their lips meet over and over in hurried, sloppy, forceful kisses that leave them both breathless (and Jean holding back a coughing fit), yet craving more.

Marco takes over, standing from the desk and pushing Jean’s back against the nearest wall. Their lips meet once more but Marco is quick to move on, his slightly agape mouth trailing along Jean’s jaw and neck, leaving the boy shuddering every time his hot breath touches his skin. Marco’s hands trail to Jean’s waist, slowly undoing the other boy’s pants while sucking at his neck. He kneels down, slowly slipping Jean’s pants and underwear off. Slowly, ever so slowly, Marco wraps a hand around Jean’s dick. Jean takes in a sharp breath, his hand gripping and pulling at Marco’s hair hard to steady himself.

Marco continues to take his sweet time, his hand slowly working its way up and down, causing Jean to close his eyes and rest his head against the wall. He whines in protest when Marco’s hand retreats, but a loud moan emits from his mouth when Marco’s tongue licks up his shaft and then, again, so damn slowly, takes in as much of Jean’s length as he can.

“Fuck, Marco--” Jean sputters loudly, biting down hard on his lip when Marco shoots him a warning glance. But fuck, there was something about being in Marco’s mouth and having him look up at Jean through those lashes, a loving but dark look deep in his eyes, that makes Jean feel like he could lose it then and there. “Please,” he whispers, his grip on Marco’s hair tightening.

Marco finally builds up speed, no longer taking his time to try and get Jean off. His head bobs quickly and Jean can’t stop moaning, pressing Marco’s face closer and closer so he can feel more. He has to force himself to stay quiet, but somehow getting caught right now, with Marco wrapped around him like this, makes him feel hotter than before.

“Fuck, Marco I--” Jean tries to warn him, but his brain is short circuiting and he’s seeing stars. Marco pulls away from Jean, licking his lips and staring up at the other boy, who is flushed and breathing heavily. Jean pulls his clothes back on as Marco stands.

“Jean?” Marco asks, watching his boyfriend somewhat suspiciously.

“Hm?” he asks, trying to breathe deep through his nose to avoid wheezing.

“Are you okay?” Marco asks, closing the space between them once again, concern coloring his face.

Jean lets out a breath, a few coughs following, but nods. “Yeah, fine. That was amazing, thank yo--” his sentence isn’t finished due to the coughing fit he’s launched into.

Jean flashes Marco a sheepish grin, trying to find a way to stop the intense, worried look that has taken over Marco’s expression. “I’m fine, okay? Totally fine.”

Marco’s eyes trail to the inhaler on the floor before flashing back to Jean’s.

“Oh,” Jean leans down and picks up the inhaler, pocketing it.

Marco tilts his head and Jean has to curse himself for not telling him sooner. “Do you have asthma?”

Oh, right. Normal people associate inhalers with asthma, not a debilitating lung disease.

“Um, yeah, kind of?” Jean replies with a question. How does he tell him? It’s been too long to spit it out, but is there another option?

“You can kind of have asthma?” Marco raises his eyebrows, a hint of amusement sitting behind his eyes.

“Yeah, obviously,” Jean says. Is his vision getting prickly, or is that from trying to see in a dark room for too long? He blinks fast, but his vision continues to blur. “Or, well, um.”

“Jean?” Marco’s voice comes across concerned, but Jean isn’t really paying attention. The world is getting blurry and dark all too fast and he can’t focus enough to force out any kind of reply. He stumbles forward into Marco, coughing hard and gripping onto his boyfriend tightly.

“I have a medical necklace on under my shirt. Have the paramedics check it before they do anything,” Jean gasps out. He would be shocked at the ability to choke out two full sentences, but he doesn’t have time to think about before the world goes black.

[oswaldsirius]

Once in a Lifetime

Chapter Twelve

Pairing: Leonardo/Arabella

Word Count: 2652

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           Pausing as she heard noises from downstairs, Arabella kept completely still as she listened. What was that? It was too early for Leonardo to be here so who-A strangled gasp left her as she recognised the presence that washed over her and she tore out of her room.

           “Don’t run on the stairs!”

           Ignoring Emil’s shout, she continued to run and skidded across the foyer as Louis closed the door. “Carmella!” she cried, throwing herself at her sister.

           “Ciao, Belli bean,” Carmella murmured, easily catching her and pulling her close.

           Arabella sighed as her perfume filled her senses and cuddled further into her. It had been too long since she’d actually seen her sister. Even though Carmella had been in Rome for years, the times they’d met had been so few. There was only so many time her brothers could sneak her out without their mother becoming aware of what they were doing and trips to Rome weren’t a possibility.

           Carmella squeezed her before gently pushing her back. “You look awfully dressed up for not knowing I was coming.”

           She pushed her lightly. “I have another date with Leonardo.”

           “Another?”

           Arabella gave her a look. “Why say it like that? Am I not allowed to go on dates with him?”

           “I didn’t say that, Arabella. You can go on as many dates as you like. But you aren’t tired of the old vampire yet?”

           “You’re the same age!”

           “We age differently,” Carmella dismissed with a sniff.

           “You do not!”

           “Stop!” Emil said firmly. “You aren’t starting that now when she’s only gotten here.”

           “Start what, Emil?” Carmella asked.

           “Leave her be. She’s having fun with her boyfriend. Let her have that.”

           Arabella’s gut lurched at the word. Boyfriend? They hadn’t really talked about what they were. What they wanted to be sure, but they hadn’t attached a name to what they were. They’d been going on dates for over a month now so were they official? Were they a proper couple?

           They certainly made out like they were.

           She was glad Carmella was looking at Emil and not her in that moment. It was a struggle to keep her thoughts in check, but she made herself focus on her siblings. She didn’t need them picking up on how chaotic her thoughts had just become.

           Emil was leaning against the doorframe into his study, looking at Carmella as she spoke to him. But his gaze flicked to her when he realised she was looking. “Are you ready to go?”

           Before Arabella could say anything, Carmella huffed. “Go? I just got here! Aren’t you going to stay and visit?”

           “I wouldn’t have planned a date if I’d known you were coming!”

           Carmella’s face softened and brushed Arabella’s hair back. “I know, Belli,” she said, kissing her forehead. “Just come home early enough so we can have tiramisu.”

Excitement burst through her. “Don’t make it without me!”

           “I should, to teach you a lesson,” Carmella teased, “but I’ll wait for you.”

           Kissing Carmella’s cheek, she grinned at her before going back upstairs. Her phone pinged as she walked back in and she dove for it. Her grin came back as she read the messages he’d sent.

           Your cat hates me, cara mia.

           She’s ruining my smokes!

           And terrorising Lys!

           Arabella laughed. She can’t be that bad, she sent back, sitting on her bed.

           He sent a picture that was at an odd angle, like he’d held the phone near his face to take a shot down his frame, but she could clearly see the kitten climbing his chest while he sat. Given everything he’d said once the last week, she imagined she was going for his cigarillo.  Minaccia is horrible.

           Don’t call her that!

           Too late, Bella. You made me take her so I name her.

           She kept laughing and flopped back on her bed. “Okay,” she said softly. What were they? Both of them had expressed wanting more than just the now but did that mean that they had taken that step to be in a proper relationship or did one of them need to verbally ask.

           Mulling it over, she grinned to herself. Maybe she would do just that later. They’d adopted a kitten together, surely he wouldn’t say no.

-

           Watching Arabella scamper up the stairs, Carmella waited until she heard a door close. “When did she get so big?” she mused. “She shouldn’t be having her new beginning or dating.”

           Emil chuckled. “I don’t know. I don’t like it though. Makes me feel old.”

           She turned to him, one brow raised. “You didn’t seem opposed,” she accused.

           He returned her look evenly. “Should we get this out of the way first then?” he asked.

           Her eyes narrowed as he moved into his office, leaving it up to her to follow. She almost regretted coming here first and sending Domenico to acquire an office space. But she’d wanted to see her sister, hadn’t considered that she might not be sticking around for long. They’d spoken nearly every day since her new beginning and it had made her miss Arabella terribly. Now that she was fully immortal, Carmella was determined to be more involved in her life.

           At least when she wasn’t going on dates with Leonardo da Vinci.

           “Tch,” she muttered, following after Emil. He was seated at the desk as she came in, back at work. Closing the door, she sat across from him and said, “She deserves better.”

           “Define better, Carmella, because I think all of us will agree that no one is good enough for her.” Emil paused. “Or at least I would have before her new beginning.”

           Which made no sense to her. “Why the change of heart? He’s spent most of his life shunning the rest of us and then he sweeps in to take our sister? I don’t like it, Emiliano. It reeks of an ulterior motive. No one even knew she existed before the invitations were sent.”

           Emil set his pen down and leaned back in his chair. “The truth, Carmella. Do you dislike da Vinci because you think he isn’t good enough for Arabella? Or is because of our history with him, yours specifically?”

           Her eyes narrowed again. “Have you told her?” she asked, ignoring the rest of what he’d said.

           “No. What happened, or didn’t happen then, has no bearing on what’s happening now between them.”

           “I just don’t like it! Why was he even there?! Our parents would have never invited him!”

           “You know they didn’t. He was brought by a guest of one of our older business partners.” Emil sighed. “But it doesn’t matter. What’s done is done and Arabella made her choice.”

           Carmella studied him. Emiliano was the stubbornest of all of them, maybe of all of them put together. He never backed down without a fight and had been protective over Arabella since she’d been born. He’d practically raised their baby sister as his own, packing up the business in France and moving back to Italy after her birth. Between him and his wife, Marie, they’d been more parents to Arabella than her proper ones. For him to seemingly roll over like this…he was hiding something. “What changed your mind about him?” she asked.

           “He makes Arabella happy. He has my support so long as that remains. I’ll withdraw it the moment it changes.”

           “Emiliano, you can fool Belli, but I know you better. Out with it.”

           His mouth flattened. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “This is theirs and we aren’t interfering.”

           Maybe he wasn’t but her livelihood was digging in the dark and she’d already started. “You know he was married before?”

           “Carmella.”

           “I don’t have this knowledge of yours that made you jump ship. I don’t know or trust him. Not with Arabella.”

           “Because he was married? That’s a lot to hold against a man.”

           “There’s nothing of his wife. It’s like she vanished from the Earth. It was almost impossible to even find this much about his life in France.”

           “Our existence hinges on staying out of sight. If he did marry, he would have done the same for her. To keep them both safe.”

           “But where is she now?” Carmella pressed. “His father is notorious for the wives he’s taken and moved on from. What if Belli is just a conquest for him?”

           “She isn’t.”

           “How do you know that?”

           “Carmella.”

           “How?”

           “Because he loves her,” Emil snapped.

           She pulled back, watching him warily. Love? How could he love someone so fast and get Emil to agree to allow him contact with their sister? “He barely knows her.”

           “And yet he loves her.” Emil sighed harshly and rubbed at his face. “You push too much sometimes.”

           “I don’t want her to get hurt.” Shit! There was too much in her voice but thinking about da Vinci made her think of the past and…of him.

           Emil’s hands dropped and he levelled a look at her. One she had seen many, many times in her long life. One she recognised as an older brother ready to defend his sister. “You’ve never mentioned his name.”

           “And I’m not going to now,” she dismissed, burying those memories. “It was probably fake.” The one she’d given him certainly had been.

           “It may mean little to you, but trust me, Carmella. She isn’t a conquest to him. Hurting her is the last thing on da Vinci’s mind.”

           She didn’t go on blind trust, not even for him, but he was right. She’d pushed hard enough on this for now. “We both know that’s not the only reason I’m here,” she said.

           It had always fascinated her, watching him go from Emil the older brother to Emiliano head of the Cavinato trading empire. She often wondered if the rest of them ever made the same switch when they were dealing with business matters. “You found something.”

           Taking a deep breath, she let go of her emotions to focus on the real reason she was here. “It was deliberate.”

           His expression didn’t change but the temperature in the room dropped. “Deliberate,” he repeated.

           “Those that worked the field were questioned first of course, but none of them even caused the faintest bit of alarm. Lesser vampires all of them, made by the house that owns those fields. They were cleared, every last one of them.”

           “But.”

           “Three of them turned up dead two days ago,” she said lowly.

           This time his expression did change but it was merely the flexing of his jaw as he clenched his teeth. “Dead.”

           Carmella took a breath again, but to steady herself this time. She’d seen what was left of them and it hadn’t been…pleasant. “All three shot through the heart at close range, meaning that whoever they were dealing with they trusted. Quick and easy deaths, at least that’s what the coroner ruled it.”

           “You’re not one to beat around the bush, Carmella. Quick and easy deaths don’t bother you. You lived in New York at the height of the mob wars that went on there. You’ve seen bad. Whatever you found, however, scared you.”

           She had lived through all of that, seen even worse, and…. “You’re right,” she agreed. “This did scare me. Single shots through the heart are nothing and yet everything to a lesser. But these…something didn’t sit right with me so I dug further. Got my own medical examiner to take a look. Lessers don’t heal quite as quickly as we do and the amount of deep tissue damage that had been done to them…. Emil, whoever did this to them, did it with rage and hatred.”

           He sighed harshly and shook his head. “You have reports? You don’t have to tell me.”

           She had them to give but this needed to be said. “She found more damage done to the internal systems, something no torture could have done.”

           Emil was quiet, pondering for a moment before his face tightened. “Poison?”

           Carmella pressed her lips together and made herself take a few more breaths. “I don’t think all of the tainted crops were contained, Emiliano,” she said softly.

-

           Resting his cheek against Arabella’s hair, Leonardo absently let his fingers toy with the ends. He watched the curls wrap around him, claiming him in a small way, and got lost in memories and this moment. Dinner had been fun and the movie almost as entertaining as her. He knew he should be taking her home, but he’d told the driver to take a scenic route back.

           She was tucked close to him, her legs slung over one of his and his other hand caught in hers. She was warm and soft in his grasp, content to simply be there with him. If it weren’t for the fact that she was rubbing her thumb against his hand, he would have thought her asleep.

           But his Bella had something on her mind and hadn’t said anything about it yet.

           He’d waited through dinner but she hadn’t mentioned it. Nothing before the movie or after. Their time together would be ending soon and he didn’t think she’d let that thought linger past parting. Prompting her could work but he didn’t want to rush her.

           “I had a lot of fun tonight, Leonardo,” she said suddenly, warm breath fanning over his chest.

           “So did I.”

           She sighed slowly before pushing away from him. He waited as she looked at him, waited as she found her words. He ran his fingers through her hair to help soothe her. “What are we?” she asked.

           “Vampires.”

           Arabella laughed sharply and smacked his chest. “That’s not what I meant!”

           He knew that but he hadn’t bothered stopping himself. “Alright, cara mia,” he murmured. “Forgive me? Will be serious.”

           She eyed him, laughter still dancing in her eyes. “I’ll forgive you if you answer a question.”

           “You’ve already used your question today,” he teased before making a face at himself. “Scusa. Apparently can’t be serious for long. What’s your question, Bella?”

           “Are we dating?”

           Leonardo studied her in the light filtering in through the windows. She was watching him in a way that made him think beyond the simple answer to that question. They were going on dates so of course they were dating, but he knew she meant more than that. He’d thought it had been obvious with his confessions and hers, their want of happiness together and of each other, but he realised she deserved the actual words. To be asked properly. “Scusa, cara mia,” he breathed, lifting his hands to thread them through her hair. “Skipped steps, didn’t we?”

           Her smile was faint and for the first time in a long time, a little shy.

           Stroking her hair, he let his hands slide back to cup her face. “Want you to be mine, Bella,” he said softly. “Will you be my compagna?”

           Her eyes widened at how he said it, immediately catching his meaning, and he chuckled.

           “No?” he murmured. “Wrong word?”

           “That’s a few more skipped steps!”

           But she didn’t sound opposed to the idea. He tucked that knowledge away for later. “L’amie?” he corrected, switching languages.

           “Le petit ami,” she said softly back and he laughed.

           Tipping her face up to his, Leonardo smiled at her. “That’s a yes then? Dating officially?”

           “That’s a yes,” she breathed before her nose wrinkled.

           “What is it?” he asked, kissing the tip of it.

           “I wanted to ask you to be my boyfriend but then I got too nervous thinking about it,” she admitted.

           Absolutely adorable. He stole a quick kiss from her. “That what you were thinking about all night?”

           She gave him a sheepish smile. “It seemed silly to be nervous, given everything but….”

           “Can’t help how we feel, Bella. The good or the bad.”

           “I prefer the good,” Arabella murmured, leaning in to kiss him.

           So do I, he thought as he kept her right there.

[honestsycrets]

No Thieves Welcome III: Obsessed

Author’s Notes | See my Hvitserk masterlist for the rest of the series. 

❛ pairing | Hvitserk/reader

❛ word count | 1790

❛ genre | Multiseries 

❛ summary | Reader wakes up in an unlikely place and receives upsetting news.

❛ warnings | Manipulation.

Last night was a great blur.

There was a massive blinding ache pulsing not only deep in the back of your head, but shit, you felt a soreness deep in your core. It was strangely akin to the ache of menses-- but different. Strange… achy.

“Mmm…” You rustle one way, but then, you find yourself stopping when you couldn’t roll any more. You growl as you rustle toward the warmth in the warm sheets, radiating like your own little space heater in the room.

“Soo you’re awake.” A voice breaks through your calm moment, popping your eyes open like something spring loaded. You’re not in Magnus’s room. You’re not in your room. Not even in your friend Asta’s room skimping around in pastel pjs and asking if she wants to make dream cakes. You’re in the Ragnarsson’s home. Breast against Hvitserk’s flat chest with fluffy blankets surrounding your naked waist with a crushing migraine. Your hand snaps to your forehead with a soft moan. How were you going to explain this one to your parents?

“Princess?” Hvitserk slides you onto his very naked body. Very naked because you can feel his soft shaft steadily twitching underneath you.

“Do you have a headache?” Hvitserk’s voice is pathetically light like the fluffy clouds fluttering outside Hvitserk’s pristine white framed windows. At least his grey walls distract you from the blaring light.

“A little. How did I end up here?” You say, resting back on his shoulder. Hot warmth fills him, relaxing his head back onto the pillow while stroking your back with lazy fingertips.

“You really don’t remember?” He laughs. “We had sex.”

Oh. Ohhhh, you didn’t recall that. You recall when things went into a blur, somewhere between a few different drinks. You recall a sole kiss and… that’s right. It was all over your father’s car while bystanders whooped and cat called Hvitserk as they left the winter formal.

“Oh... “ You murmur. “That was my first.”

Hvitserk doesn’t seem to mind. “Yeah, you told me.” He said as if he’s heard this before. He probably has too. Before you switched from a school on the outskirts of town, you heard the Ragnarssons had quite a reputation. Save poor Ivar whom most were afraid of.

At last you sit up, regretful for doing such a thing with the world spinning. Hvitserk throws off the sheets and ambles towards his closet.

“Lets get you somethin’ for that headache.” Hvitserk slides over to his closer, creaking the metal hangers across a pole.

“My dress?” You ask.

“I destroyed that thing.” Hvitserk laughs, finally pulling out a black top and tossing it in your general direction. “Sorry if its a little tight.”

“Um…” You wear an animated frown as you slip the meager fabric on, uncomfortable with the tightness about your breasts and hips. It reaches about the meaty middle of your things, but tighter than a tube dress. He notes that he’s forgotten-- women have curves.

“Yeah, that’s not going to work with my brothers.” Hvitserk brings his lower lip into his mouth, staring for only a few minutes before walking over to the door.

“Mor!” He howls.

Minutes later another woman appears in the doorway. She’s nearly as tall as Hvitserk and possesses a willowy, but subtly curly figure past the honey finger waved hair that tumbles down her back.

“What is it Hvitserk?” She asks, gliding into the room like something out of one of your bizarre monthly dreams of ethereal figures.

“I ruined (Y/N)’s dress. Could you find her another one?” He asks.

The foxish woman looks to you, freckles kissing her pale face. “You finally brought her home.”

There’s an awkward pause in which Hvitserk turns away, doddling off to the shower with his hand in his hair. Then, with her hands folded in front of a crisp black wrap dress, she flicks her head into the hall.

“I thought you were dating Magnus.” She says. You step into the hall behind her; feet against shining cream marble. You clear your throat softly, ignoring the beating of your headache. You’re in this woman’s home after having spent a night in the arms of her son. She probably already thought you loose to begin with.

“Magnus is just my best friend.” You say, pulling a piece of pink behind your ear.

The home is large and rooms seem to be endless. Where one hallway ended another began. Which, you thought, was bizarre considering Aslaug had heard him. At the end of the third hall on this second floor you found her ushering you into her lush room.

“Hm. He must like you to bring you home. He usually fucks his women of the week out of the home-- just like Ubbe.” She opens another door extending into a large room, probably as large if not more so than your room. Shoes and bags are neatly stacked. There is a lovely vanity and comfortable bath. She walks to a coffee coloured round island in the middle of the room where a dark vase holds puffy white flowers.

“I don’t know about that.” You say while she looks through her wide array of slips. She takes one out and offers it to you.

“He’s never been so obsessed.” She smiles foxishly. Obsessed? You change into the slip and thank her, finding your way back towards Hvitserk’s room for your phone. The water in his bathroom is still running and you easily locate your purse on his nightstand and plop down to search after your phone. Oddly, nothing from your parents. It takes a little closer inspection to find out why.

I’m staying the night with Asta. 😊

It wasn’t a rare occurrence. Your parents trusted you. 18 and far from stupid-- but it certainly wasn’t you that sent that faux message to which your mother simply replied: Call us tomorrow.

The next unread message was your dear friend in question.

Dude, did you really go with Hvitserk?

I didn’t mean to.

You respond, dropping your head back onto his fluffy pillows. You can hear Hvitserk humming in the shower, low and steady. You exit back into your messages, seeking out Magnus’s name. But there’s nothing new.

I thought you were picking me up?

Or maybe I’m meeting you there.

Magnus?

It’s precaution. That itch deep in your stomach that saying to just call Aethelred. Brnnnng, it rings once-- then twice. On the third, his even voice clears.

“Where are you?” Aethelred says immediately.

“What do you mean where am I?” You reply.

A pause on the other line. “You’re not with Asta-- and Magnus is in the hospital.”

The falling water seems to drown out with the emptiness of your thoughts.

Again, Aethelred reiterates. “Where are you?”

Your throat is suddenly dry, the silentness of your mind crests over into a million racing thoughts-- how selfish! You should have looked for him! What a sad excuse for a friend you were. If you had just…

“Who are you talking to?”

On the other end of the room, Hvitserk is dripping over the floorboards. A toned arm holds onto a fluffy white towel around his slender waist. His slender chest rises and falls with forced exhalation.

“I… I just.” You stutter. “Aethelred um, send me the room number and hospital?”

“Sure.” He grumbles. “But are you with him?”

Hvitserk crosses the room in a few heavy strides. It’s not as if you feel as if you are responsible to explain yourself to Hvitserk. After all, he was no boyfriend. He… as just the friend that you left your virginity to last night on your father’s car. No one at all.

“Can we please talk about this later?” You squirm just as Hvitserk snaps the phone out of your hand.

“I’ll take my girl by.” Hvitserk hisses, hitting the red button on your touch screen without so much as a goodbye. The change in the air is palpable. It’s like a sear on your skin. As if you hadn’t been tormented enough by your failure to care for your best friend-- but now you feel like a whore under his eyes. Hvitserk drops the phone onto his bed, shaking out droplets of water out of his short honey locks. You’re suddenly distracted again, beads of water dribble down his flat chest over his belly.

“You gonna go shower or what?”

Magnus hates the white of the hospital.

The tiles are cool and lifeless just like the limpid colour of the walls. Everything is so… so… clean. The only noise is that of the monitor clicking in response to his heart rate. Every so often the machine clenches down on his finger.

“Did she answer?” His voice was craggly. Since he had woken up-- he had been doing a lot of waiting. Waiting for his ‘father’ Aethelwulf, wait for his adoptive brothers in place of the brothers that never, ever accepted him.

They never would.

“Knock knock!” There is rarely an excitement like when you were about to see him. Magnus takes the remote of his bed to mechanically push himself to sit up, a beaming smile on his lips when you bubble in on an adorably powdery pink spaghetti dress, spinning around on glittering heels with white flowers.

“(Y/N).” He wheezes, sitting up when you set down the flowers on top of his feeding table.

“I brought you pho! I didn’t really know if they’d let you have it but who cares!” You exclaim. Alfred moves the flowers over to another table when you almost literally throw yourself on top of him, weaving your hands through buttery blond hair. He laughs enough to make his chest hurt with his ribs expanding to struggle for air.

“I’m so sorry.”

Soon he realizes that the little giggle he loved-- wasn’t a giggle at all. It’s a long sob, tears streaming down his bruised cheeks to his scratched jawline. Magnus raises a scuffed up arm to yours.

“Hey, don’t be.” Magnus says, fondly, pulling back enough to rub the tears away from the corners of your eyes. He knows you wanted to come sooner. But maybe that’s why he asked Aethelred to wait until the dance passed, assuming you went with Asta. He was too out of it to be awake long yesterday anyway. “It’s not like you did this.”

A second later, there’s a clearing of a throat. Long, obnoxious-- and you both separate to see who it is. Magnus’s hand immediately flinches to the railing when his eyes meet with the newcomer.

“Hvitserk.” He grips his railing of his bed.

Standing in the doorway with a lone, cherry lollipop and a warm leather jacket, Hvitserk wears a great shit eating smile. “Hey, little bro.”

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SH 312: Original Sin

I loved this episode! The Malec training scene, Izzy and Simon’s adventures, Papa Wolf and Jace’s Clary Hunt and a Clace reunion. Now, that’s not to say that I don’t have a couple of small issues with the episode, but overall I really enjoyed it. While there was a lot going on it did not feel rushed, it actually felt really balanced because there was pretty much an even spread of screen time for all the story points. In the past, some episodes have felt focused on one or two characters/storylines which can sometimes be frustrating and doesn’t keep the entire story flowing. However, both of these 3B episodes have had a great balance of characters and storylines, with no one getting too little screen time.

Clary says that she has been thinking about if the way they were raised was reversed, and although she is saying this to win a little of Jonathan’s trust to get out of the apartment, I think that ever since she found out about his existence back in 2B she has been turning this situation over in her head. She knows how much her mother influenced the person she has become and that Valentine undoubtedly influenced Jonathan, as he did Jace; she knows that his demon blood is not solely to blame for his behaviour and understanding of the world. While she cannot forgive what he has done to her and those she loves I think that the question of nature or nurture definitely sticks in the back of her mind, how could it not?

The morning Malec scene, I adore this scene and it still makes me smile even after watching countless times since Freeform released it months ago. I love that we see Alec is clearly not a natural early riser and seems to prefer laying in, cuddling, with Magnus when he can; a little hint towards all the little domestic moments that we don’t get to see.

Magnus says that he hasn’t been sleeping, this is not surprising given the whole situation; not only is he having to deal with losing his magic and immortality but in the previous episode he had to face the reality of being less prepared to protect himself and those he loves; plus dealing with the grief of losing Clary. He is a whirlwind of so many different and even conflicting emotions right now that it is not surprising that he is struggling to relax enough to sleep.

I also cannot help laughing at Alec’s pout after he only gets a peck from Magnus instead of a proper kiss; he is so disgruntled at being denied not only his morning cuddles but a proper morning kiss too. I know I keep saying this, but we keep getting confirmation of it, that Alec has come so far from Season 1 and has developed so much; from someone who didn’t like physical contact from anyone who wasn’t family and being afraid of his connection with Magnus to the man he is now who craves and actively seeks physical contact and affection.

I sometimes want to cry when I think about his development; he is so important to me because I see a lot of myself in him in terms of being reserved especially with affection and thinking that I will never have that romantic connection with someone, and to see Alec open himself to Magnus and to have that connection really gives me hope that I may have that some day. I also know that Alec and his journey of self acceptance is so important to so many LGBTQ+ people around the world and to keep seeing these ways in which he has developed and grown is so wonderful and important.

THE TRAINING SCENE! I AM SCREAMING! YES IT DESERVES ALL CAPS!

Okay, calm down, deep breath.

Now, the training scene is absolutely amazing, everything I hoped for and more; it was 100% worth the year we had to wait for it (from the day we got the behind the scenes clip of Harry dancing while filming the training scene). I absolutely loved the playful and flirty tone of the scene, it reminded me so much of the pool scene from their first date; I love seeing these different sides to their relationship. It once again shows how brilliantly the show has done with Malec, that we see all parts of their relationship; the soft sweet moments, the tragic and heartbreaking, the domestic, the arguments, the constant emotional support and the flirty intimate moments.

The choreography of the scene was fantastic too, from the staff sparring to the hand to hand; it was so realistic and felt so fluid, there was no awkward or stilted moments. I love that Alec feel so comfortable with Magnus and with himself that he was confident enough to kiss his boyfriend in the middle of the Institute, to see that teasing and flirty side of Alec is wonderful because we don’t see it as often as we do Magnus’.

Also I think we all noticed that Alec didn’t have his stomach runes when Magnus lifted his shirt, while this is a little funny and also a bit annoying continuity wise, I actually like it because it shows that lifting Alec’s shirt was probably improvised by Harry and Matt in the moment. This improvising not only adds to the authenticity of the moment between these two characters, but it also shows how well Harry and Matt knows these characters (and how comfortable they are with them and each other) that they make these little decisions. Similarly to how Harry improvised the finger hovering Alec’s lips in 106 and the cheek brush in 201; and how Matt improvised Alec’s stumbling during Malec’s first time in 218. Every time we learn about these little improvisations it reinforces how well Matt and Harry know their characters, how much they want portray them authentically and how comfortable they are acting with each other.

Now, I just want to address something, I have seen quite a few things on Twitter about Magnus’ fighting skill and how he should not have ‘won’ the fight. Some seem to think that he should not have had that much skill, using his line ‘It’s time I learn to fight without my magic’ to say thatt he didn’t know how to fight at all. Firstly, it is ridiculous to think that someone of Magnus’ age (400-800 years old) would not have at least some fighting skills; especially when we know that he has fought in wars and battled Valentine the first time.

Secondly, that line in my opinion wasn’t saying that he didn’t know how to fight; in my opinion, he was saying that he needed to reacquaint himself with fighting and learn how to fight without relying on his magic. Even if he does know how to fight (which we know he does) he has still always fought with the reassurance that he has his magic and has probably never used physical fighting as his first defence, only as a backup. Whereas now he has to retrain himself to use physical defence when all his life his magic has been at the forefront.

Thirdly, in my opinion no one ‘won’ their fight; it was a draw. While Magnus did dominate their staff sparring Alec did disarm him, effectively making it a draw. Also, Magnus did succeed in restraining and pinning Alec but Alec broke those holds each time; he rolled to break the choke hold, so Magnus pinned him to the floor; Alec broke that by pulling with his arm and rolling, so Magnus pinned his arms with his legs which Alec again rolled out of. So, while it may have seemed like Magnus ‘won’ it was actually pretty much equal.

Jace apologises to Luke and thanks him for not giving up; he feels guilty for dismissing what Luke was saying about the apartment, too blinded by his grief to allow himself to hope Luke was right. He wants Luke to know how much he appreciates Luke’s never ending determination and hope that pushed him to look closer and put together the clues. We know that Luke did it all out of his own love for Clary, Jace knows this too but he wants to make sure Luke knows how much it means to him as well especially because he had already given up hope himself.

The vampire in the sewers is Cain! I absolutely did not see this coming and was completely surprised, it makes total sense that he is hiding in the sewers because he has the mark on his head. I have so much respect for Pasha Ebrahimi who plays Cain because he put so much emotion, depth and complexity into his portrayal that you get a feel of Cain’s age and the agony that he has experienced.   

 I think that meeting Cain has made Simon even more determined to get the mark removed because he has now faced what his reality will become if he doesn’t; Cain is so terrified of himself and the mark that he lives in the sewers and doesn’t interact with anyone because of that fear. Simon does not want that future for himself, he is so people orientated and his connections with people are so important to him that it would be agony for him to live away from others the way Cain does.

OH MY GOD! I don’t think a single person was expecting our next Malec scene would cut straight into the end of them having sex, I think I screamed. I really liked it because once again they are showing that they are a regular couple and portraying them in the same way a straight couple would be portrayed which includes sex scenes. I also laughed at Magnus’ line ‘miss my cat eyes?’ and Alec’s response of ‘I think it was pretty clear you were enjoying yourself’, once again reaffirming how comfortable Alec is in himself, in his relationship and with having sexual desires.

Once again Alec was denied his cuddles, and I really need a scene with them cuddling in bed because that is twice in one episode that we have seen that Alec likes post-coital and morning cuddles with his boyfriend. Alec is concerned with Magnus’ sudden planning but he also understands that Magnus needs time to adjust to his new reality. Magnus feels like he needs to make the most out of every moment, to always be doing something and that he doesn’t have time to be idle because he feels like his time is running out. I love seeing Alec being supportive of Magnus and once again seeing their healthy communication which is such an important part of healthy relationships and is often lacking on many tv shows.

We also noticed not only Magnus’ magically appearing necklace but also Alec’s disappearing runes. Now, I have no explanation for Magnus’ necklace that he wasn’t wearing in the training scene apart from that they thought it would look good in the scene and forgot about continuity but Alec’s lack of runes in the training scene is explicable if it was improvisation. However, when Alec sits up in bed in one frame he just has a black dot on his shoulder then in the next frame his rune (which is supposed to be the Accuracy rune but has been drawn as a cross between that and the Soundless Rune) has reappeared but definitely looks like it was drawn on while filming rather than properly applied by makeup. A bit of a whoops but we can laugh it off and over look it, we all make mistakes including our beloved crew.

Clary attacking that croissant is completely relatable and I also love her line ‘I didn’t have time to eat after I passed out in the Arctic’ plus her earlier line of ‘I don’t think we’re quite there yet’, I love sassy Clary. I really liked Jonathan opening up about meeting Sebastian and for him to describe Sebastian as beautiful and full of light; it makes you despair for not knowing the true Sebastian Verlac. When he describes Sebastian’s hate for him as he brought him his meals it really seems that he doesn’t realise what he was doing to him was wrong and that Sebastian was justified in his hatred; once again showing that Jonathan really does not have a good gauge of what is right or wrong.

When he talks about not wanting the Lightwoods and Clary to hate him because they took him in, you can see the yearning for acceptance in him; Jonathan is such a complex and contradicting character, you believe that he does want people to like him but that he is willing to do horrible things for his own gain. He is such an interesting character and I am really enjoying watching Luke unfold him.

My heart breaks for Clary when she talks about the Lightwoods and the possibility of never seeing them again; Izzy and Alec have become family to her and she cannot bear the thought of never reuniting. Izzy has been her friend and sister, supporting her through all she has gone through and while her relationship with Alec is rocky at times she knows that he means well and that she can always depend on him.

Alec, while understanding Magnus’ sudden need to experience as many things as he can, wants to make Magnus understand that they don’t have to always to out doing things to make moments matter. That sometimes just being with each other are the most meaningful moments of all and that in slowing down they can enjoy the little things; that when he’s 90 he isn’t going to remember the museums or fancy food, it’s looking into the eyes of the man he loves. I swear I am tearing up as I’m writing this right now because this is Alec casually saying that he absolutely sees himself living the rest of his life with Magnus, that Magnus is the love of his life and as he ages it is the memory of looking into his eyes that he will keep with him (and now I am crying).

Magnus understands where Alec is coming from and realises that he’s right, he doesn’t need to rush around and cram as much as he can into one day; that he also need to appreciate the quiet little moments with Alec and that they are just as, if not more, important. I am still crying because Magnus says ‘Everything I need is right here in front of me’, these two are so beautiful; always telling each other how much they mean and how much they love each other.

I love their exchange about ‘Pup’ and them both whispering ‘no’ as they lean in for a kiss, it is such a realistic and authentic little moment. Alec once again shows us how far he’s come as he initiates a kiss with his boyfriend in the middle of a busy street. I also like that this scene is a little parallel of the 206 scene when Magnus tells Alec that he has to take time to enjoy the things he cares about.

Now, before I go any further I want to address something else I was seeing on Twitter; some people being confused by Magnus behaviour and demeanour change between 311 and 312. In 311 he was more down, feeling helpless, humiliated, upset and hurt because of Iris and being unable to protect Madzie. In 312 he is flirty, playful, outgoing and happier. I think that with everything going on it is completely understandable and natural that he is going to experience some mood fluctuation as he is feeling a lot of different and even conflicting emotions; sometimes he is going to appear like he is dealing a lot better than at other times.

In 311 he did start out quite happy and relaxed which changed after Iris tries to take Madzie, so his behaviour change was completely understandable and was influenced by outside events. Also, he admitted that he hasn’t been sleeping which implies that he has been doing a lot of dwelling and thinking about his situation a lot, so in between 311 and 312 he probably decided to make the most of everyday and enjoy everything as much as possible. While he does want to refresh his fighting abilities he is not incapable so there was no harm in having fun and being playful. Plus he wanted Alec to relax and have fun too because he knows that Alec is worried about him, as well as others things. So, I don’t think the behaviour change was unrealistic at all and there are probably going to be more in the coming episodes; I am especially worried and looking forward to the scene where Magnus and another character are having an argument and break down (I’m thinking it’s either Alec or Catarina after he has his first seizure).

I have to say that I absolutely loved Meliorn saying to Izzy that they should hang out (meaning have sex) again and that she should bring Simon, not only did it make me laugh but it also gives us confirmation in the show that Meliorn is bisexual. Jade, who plays Meliorn, has said a few times before that the Seelies are bisexual but it is great to actually see it in the show.

The Seelie Queen definitely seems surprised that not only has Simon seen Cain but that Cain has given him the rock to perform the ritual; I get the feeling that she really does not want him to go through with it. Whether that be over concern for his safety or something else I don’t know.

I love that while making a plan to find Lilith’s apartment Alec and Magnus are subtlety flirting using their in joke about name dropping; I love that Alec is comfortable to be flirty with Magnus not only in front of Luke and Jace but in the middle of the command centre, I will be gushing over every little moment like this.

We find out that the Morning Star sword is a very powerful instrument that is capable of ripping open the boundaries of Hell, praise the demon for not wanting to give Jonathan that power. We are starting to see small glimpses of what Jonathan’s bigger plan maybe, he talks about the mistreatment of demons by the Clave and the Greater Demons and how he wants to change that; it seems that he wants to be a leader or commander for demon kind in a revolution. Which would begin with bring demons to Earth.

I absolutely love that Merrick is completely reluctant to help Jonathan and his line ‘That’s, to whom?’ is hilarious; sadly Jonathan kills him for it. But I love the visual effects, the blue sparks and smoke is looks visually beautiful.

While Clary is trying to send a fire message the hot French Shadowhunter tracks her down, Jonathan feels Clary’s pain at being restrained (am I the only one who noticed that Jonathan grabbed his right arm but the Shadowhunter was restraining Clary’s left arm?). Unfortunately the hot Shadowhunter gets killed by Jonathan, and the very unnerving thing is that Jonathan thinks that he was saving Clary and that he did the right thing.

I am already starting to tear up when Simon asks Izzy to keep an eye on Becky, his mum and Maia; he is scared of dying but his fear of hurting someone else that he loves is far greater. I absolutely adore Simon, he never wants to hurt anyone and having to live with the guilt that he killed his best friend is suffocating him and he would rather die himself then let someone else be hurt by him.

The ritual definitely looks painful but the visual effects, once again, are fantastic. This scene breaks my heart because you can feel how desperate Izzy is to help Simon, she has just lost Clary and she cannot bear to lose another friend especially if there is something she can do. She is so self sacrificing and I shatter when she tells Simon to bite her; they both know how dangerous this is for her but right now making sure that Simon lives takes precedence for her, and you can see the guilt in Simon’s eyes. It is a beautiful and heart breaking scene, and the Ruelle song only amplifies that.

However, I do have one little issue and that is how quickly Simon’s colour returns; he literally starts getting colour back into his face as soon as he bites her. It seems much too fast for how urgent and dramatic the Seelie Queen was saying the situation was; plus because of Izzy’s addiction I think that his colour returning that quickly made it seem unnecessary. Like, she could have just kept bleeding into his mouth for how quickly his colour returned; I just think that to justify him biting her, therefore risking her relapsing, it should have taken several more seconds for his colour to start to return.

Clary is appalled that Jonathan felt good in killing that Shadowhunter and that he thinks that it was a good thing he did, that is was justified. She is seeing first hand just how skewed his perception is and is perhaps beginning to understand him and how he thinks a bit better. Jonathan defends by saying he knows what she did to their father and he knows that it felt good for her; but they are completely different situations. Jonathan killed a Shadowhunter that posed no fatal threat to Clary and Clary killed Valentine who had just murdered Jace, had murdered many people before and was planning to murder millions more included three people she considers family.

When Jace, Alec and Luke appear Clary stabs herself in the leg showing Jonathan that she is prepared to hurt herself to hinder him now that she has people to help her and I must say that his outburst of ‘you little bitch’ surprised me. I understand it because he is lashing out in anger and hurt, it just surprised me that much that I laughed.

The Clace reunion is very sweet, to see the relief on both of their faces at seeing each other again and their obvious happiness and being in each other’s arms. They have not been together (without the Owl) since 302/303 I think, so it is really lovely to see them be together again especially when they both thought they wouldn’t see the other again.

I do have a few issues with this sequence. Firstly, you can clearly tell that while Dom is on location with Kat and Luke, Matt and Isaiah have clearly been added in with green screen; it’s understandable that they didn’t fly them to Paris for like 30 seconds of footage but in my opinion they should have done those shots of Jace, Alec and Luke completely on green screen the three of them, it would have looked much better because it wouldn’t have been so disjointed.

Secondly, there was no reason for Luke and Alec to run past Clary to get Jonathan because he was long gone before they even moved. It was just completely pointless and was one more way the scene looked disjointed, it would have been much better if they had made an aborted move to follow him then realising there was no way to catch him they had stayed where they had stood with Jace. Also, when they look back at Jace and Clary they are both looking in different directions. Plus, in the last long shot Alec and Luke have completely disappeared, which is because they didn’t add them in; I understand this was because it was Clace’s moment but it would have been better if they had stayed stood in their first position because that shot was out of shot anyway. This green screen work made the scene feel disjointed and I think that if they had done it the way I have described it would have felt smoother.

Thirdly, the magic Iratze rune apparently heals stab wounds in one second now; I don’t mind the use of the Iratze to heal absolutely everything, but at least give it 30 seconds to work. Clary’s line ‘somehow it’s better’ that this is how they came to be in Paris is a little like ‘what?!’ because how is coming to Paris because you were kidnapped by your crazy brother better than coming on holiday with your boyfriend, but okay.

I really did like this scene and I am happy that Clace had a wonderful and romantic reunion; I just wish that it had been executed a little better in terms of the green screen and without Jace’s delay in running to Clary.

Jonathan has an absolute break down in the apartment, he really does seem distraught by Clary’s betrayal and I have to give Luke kudos for how much emotion he put into this moment. It also seems that Jonathan is moving the apartment in those last moments which makes sense because Clary knows where it is right now.

So, overall I really loved this episode and the balanced feel of it; I did have a few issues but I am not going to let them get in the way of my enjoyment of the show.

In 313 Maia battles for Alpha status, Clace, Luke and Maryse, Izzy and Alec ask questions about the tortured prisoners and Magnus spends time with Izzy.

[luxover]

I wish you would write more BABEROE! My two ideas are: Hitchhicker au or Gene's work desk for studying is facing another apartment bulding and the window of a flat where one cute ginger weirdo lives and throws shapes on daily basic, while cooking, cleaning, tries to make his cat dance with him kind of thing. It's the funniest thing Gene have ever seen. It's also very distracting.

It’s not that Gene hates Philly, not exactly. It’s just—

It’s loud. Philly’s loud and busy and dirty in a way that the bayou isn’t, and nobody seems to know each other, and nobody seems to care. Gene isn’t used to that. Gene’s used to the water and the trees, and grew up playing barefoot in the fields by his house. Back home, in his little town, everyone’s bon amis, all the ladies cher and all the men frère. Everyone’s family, where he’s from. They’d all go to church every Sunday and take turns hosting a big supper afterwards, and Gene’d always dress real nice for that, lest his grandmother put that gris gris on him.

Sundays in Philly, Gene mostly just studies.

His apartment is small, just a one bedroom, but it’s nice. He’s got all the space he needs, and a little bookshelf near his bed for his textbooks. His desk is under the window, too, which gets good sunlight despite facing the apartments one alley away.

There’s a redhead in the next building that Gene likes. Gene doesn’t know him, hasn’t said a word to him in his life, but he’s funny. He makes Gene laugh, always dancing in the apartment opposite Gene’s with the blinds open, and when Gene’s sitting at his desk, the redhead’s hard to miss.

His name’s Edward. Gene would feel weird knowing that, but their buildings aren’t that far apart, and one summer day, Edward had his window open as Gene was at his desk, and he heard it, heard Edward’s mother clicking her tongue and saying, If I didn’t make you this corned beef, Edward, I swear you wouldn’t eat.

He dances a lot. Edward. He’s not very good at it, not that Gene’s one to know, but he does it all the time, throwing his arms in the air and moving his body like a noodle as some electro music beats just behind the windowpane.

Not Gene’s kind of music, either, but Edward seems to like it, going by how often he plays it.

Sometimes, when Gene’s real lonely and real homesick, he’ll imagine that Edward were single and that the two of them met in a coffee shop. He’d be real smooth, Gene, and not trip over his words. He’d say something funny and Edward would smile wide, and would ask for his number. Gene would give it to him.

Edward’s boyfriend though—he’s somethin’ else. As Philly as Philly comes, loud and brash, always calling Edward babe—babe this, and babe that—and barking out laughter with his head tossed back.

When he visits Edward, Gene closes his blinds and goes to study in the kitchen. It’s easier to focus.

Gene shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and turns the page in his textbook. The lymphatic system. There’s an exam coming up, and Gene’s determined to do the best he can do. No point coming all this way just to take it easy.

Another page, and then—

Faint thumping starts up, the backbeat of a song that Gene only knows ‘cause Edward listens to it a lot. And looking up, Gene sees him, sees Edward. He’s wearing a maroon t-shirt stretched out at the neck, and a pair of slim jeans. He’s dancing with his cat, carrying the cat in his arms and using his hands to gesture with the cat’s paws.

The cat seems to accept her fate, and doesn’t make any move to get away.

Edward spins and then puts the cat down on the couch before shimmying his way over to the kitchen. Gene loses sight of him behind the open cabinet, then sees him again when the cabinet’s closed and Edward’s got a glass in hand. He waves the whole upper half of his body to and fro as he fills his glass with tap water that, if Gene were him, he wouldn’t be drinking.

It’s funny, though. The dancing. Gene can’t help but smile, and that’s when Edward looks over.

Edward jumps just the tiniest bit, not like he’s surprised Gene’s there, but like he’s surprised that Gene’s paying him any attention. He smiles wide and then waves, and Gene smiles back, hesitant and small, his heart in his throat.

Edward’s smile is even more disarming when aimed at him, and Gene has to remind himself that Edward has a boyfriend, even as Edward starts dancing more ridiculously than usual, swinging his arms and hips at the same time, alternating swinging his arms behind his back.

Gene watches because he can’t look away, and Edward watches him watch, still smiling as the song comes to an end.

When the music stops, Edward bows, and then picks up his cat and bows again with her in his arms. Gene claps silently, mostly just telegraphing the gesture through his closed window. He watches as Edward puts the cat down and walks over. Edward struggles his window up and open, and then leans halfway out, waiting.

It takes Gene an embarrassingly long time to realize that Edward wants to talk, and then he rushes to stand up and open his own window, knocking over his anatomy textbook and a bunch of pens in the process.

“Hey,” Edward says, smiling.

“Hi,” Gene says back.

“That’s it?” Edward asks. “You see me dancing with my cat and all you have to say is hi?” 

Gene shrugs. He wishes he were better with words. 

“Not exactly the first time you’ve done that,” Gene finally says, but it does the trick, and Edward’s laugh is the best thing Gene’s heard in a long time. It makes him feel brave enough to add, “You’d fit right in at a fais-do-do.”

“A who what-o?” Edward asks.

“A, uh. A dance party,” Gene clarifies. His fingers tighten on his windowsill just thinking about home. “Back in Louisiana.”

“Never been,” Edward says. “I’m Babe.”

“What?” Gene asks.

“Babe,” Edward clarifies. “My name?”

Gene thinks of the man with the square jaw and the loud laugh—Babe this, and Babe that—and he almost can’t believe it. Babe. That’s Edward’s name. Or, his nickname, Gene supposes. He repeats the thought out loud as he’s realizing it. “Babe’s your name.”

“What I go by, anyway,” Babe confirms. “What’s yours?”

“Right,” Gene says. “Right, I’m Gene.”

“Gene,” Babe repeats. His cheeks are tinged pink as he nods to himself. “Well, hey, I know you’re always super busy studying or whatever it is you’re doing, but d’you wanna maybe grab a cup of coffee or something sometime?”

It’s just like his daydream, Gene thinks, except better because it’s real and because he now knows that Edward’s nickname is Babe. He wonders about the story behind that, and wonders how Babe takes his coffee and where he learned to dance. He wonders how long Babe’s been watching him right back, without him even noticing. Gene feels excited for the first time since moving here, since stepping off the Amtrak without knowing a soul.

“I like coffee,” Gene replies, but he’s not really talking about coffee, and he’s not talking about Philly, neither. Babe smiles.

“Yeah,” he says, “me too.”

[love-with-you-i-have-everything]

we’ll give the world to you, and you’ll blow us all away

This is a tiny bit of Captain Cobra fic that will become canon to me if we don't get any interaction between Henry and real-Hook by the end of the season! Thanks to @happilyswanjones for reading this over for me!

You can find it on Ao3 here. Enjoy!

He found the horizon calming. He didn’t really know why, whether it was instinctual or thanks to too much time spent with Killian. But sitting on the bow of the Jolly Roger, legs hanging over the side, Henry felt at peace, despite the storm of issues he was inevitably about to face in the coming weeks.

Over the last eight years, he’d stumbled upon heaps of positives of having two mums. Regina’s place was perfect if he needed an escape from Emma and Killian’s love-sick teenager routine. It worked vice versa too, and whenever Regina was in one of her standard bad moods, he always had somewhere else to run to.

Having to share potentially earth-shattering news twice was not one of those positives.

No one was going to understand. Or maybe they would, but they wouldn’t like it. There’d been so much talk of college, of heading off to New York City, or Boston to write for publishers and papers. And Henry knew that both his mothers, even Killian had been putting money aside for it.

It’s not like he wasn’t grateful; he knew how desperate people were to get places in colleges, to have the funds to do so. He knew he was lucky.

But it wasn’t what he wanted. Not really. In theory it sounded great, but in its actuality, it didn’t seem like enough.

Maybe it was Violet breaking up with him a year ago, heading back to her home in the Enchanted Forest that brought it on, but either way, college didn’t seem like the right fit anymore.

He heard the footsteps before he saw who they belonged to. Not that he needed to check. Henry had heard them way too many times marching up the corridor, always followed by a voice telling him to get out of bed on early mornings, asking if he wanted to go sailing.

“Something on your mind, lad?” Killian asked, hovering behind him as if waiting for an invitation to sit. Henry let out a sigh, shrugging his shoulders ever so slightly.

“Why would you think that?” he asked, finally looking over his shoulder to meet the tilted head of his stepfather, eyes deep with concern. Henry moved over slightly, making room for the man to sit beside him.

“Because,” Killian started, moving to take the offered seat, “when I was a lad, a brand-new lieutenant on this very vessel,” he let out a breath as he sunk onto the raised edge, shuffling to get comfortable, “I used to sit in this very spot and think.”

Henry snorted, now keeping his eyes locked on something in the distance.

“Also, because I got a worried phone call from your mother saying you very efficiently fled the house as soon as she asked you about college applications.”

He shrugged again, not game enough to comment in fear of spilling out the truth. Killian cleared his throat at the silence, taking his eyes off Henry and onto the horizon. They sat for a moment in silence before Killian spoke again, this time softer.

“Look, lad. If the last few years of parenting,” he stumbled over that word, and Henry laughed in his head at Killian’s constant hesitancy to call himself a parent; it was clear to everyone how far their relationship had come, “has taught me anything, it’s that there’s no point pushing you if you don’t want to talk. So I’m happy to sit here in silence as long as you like.”

Looking across at him now, Henry studied the man sitting next to him. Only a few years ago, Henry would have shied away, not willing to talk to his moms about things like this, let alone Emma’s pirate boyfriend. But somewhere along the line, he’d become more than that. Maybe it was the sailing trips, the family dinners or movie nights, or even the little moments, like when Killian tried his first Pop Tart.

(He’d claimed to hate it, but Henry had noticed the supply depleting at a faster rate after that day.)

So, at some point, Killian had become family. Not that he hadn’t been before, or even that he legally was after the wedding. No. He had become family to Henry .

He could remember, way back in the time of the Missing Year, when his mum would date guys. None of them cared about him, they’d tolerated him at best. Walsh was marginally better. But Killian was the first guy who really seemed to care about Henry as his own person, not just an extension of his mother. Honestly, he wasn’t sure why that meant so much to him.

But it did.

Henry let out a sigh, and before he could think, the words poured out of his mouth.

“I don’t want to go to college.” There is was. The cat was out of the bag. It was a relief in a way, like the pressure had been building and had finally been let out. Much to Killian’s credit, he didn’t react. “Don’t look so surprised,” Henry continued sarcastically.

Killian hesitantly reached an arm around Henry’s shoulders, “I will admit, lad, I did see this coming.”

Letting out a breath, Henry became very interested in the wood beneath him, running a nail through a grain in the red paint, “Does that mean my moms know too?” he asked, hoping he was wrong.

“Your mothers may know a lot about magic and the like, but I think you’ll find they can be a bit blind sometimes.” Henry let out a snort, “Especially when they’re both so excited for you at the moment.”

Henry felt his stomach drop with guilt. He was graduating near the top of his class, and he hadn’t stopped hearing about it. First it was his grandma, then she had told Emma, who had told Regina. And he was proud of himself, really. But all the fanfare and celebration had just made him feel worse about everything.

Killian seemed to catch onto his mood and quickly tried to cover up his mistake, “Not that that means they’re not going to understand how you’re feeling, lad.”

“Yeah. Right.” Henry replied shortly, hoisting himself up and moving towards the main mast. He didn’t look back, but could hear Killian follow him. He tried to be annoyed, but he couldn’t find it in him.

Everyone knew Killian didn’t give up on the people he loved.

The ropes that wrapped around the mast were complicated and interwoven with one another, twisting up the wood towards the rigging above them. He’d spent many days sitting on the deck between Killian and his mum, or even his grandpa, tying knots and untying them, just enjoying rare days of warm Maine weather. He was going to miss days like that.

“You know,” Killian began, voice cutting through the short silence, “when your father was on this ship he battled with questions similar to yours. What am I going to do with my future? What’s the right path? I doubt he would have imagined the story his life played out, but I also doubt he would have traded it for anything.”

Henry rolled his eyes at the pirate’s words, “What are you trying to say here, Killian?”

He felt a pressure on his shoulders and finally turned to face Killian. His eyes were full of sincerity, not the playful glimmer that usually lived in them. It was the look they got when Emma came home from the station, stressed and cursing the dwarfish population of the town.

“What I’m saying, Henry, is that you might not know what the ‘right’ thing to do is right now, but your story will find you.”

Sighing dramatically, he broke away from his stepfather and walked to look over the edge of the ship, “That’s what I’m saying, Killian.” he exclaimed, voice rising, “I need to find my story. And I don’t think it’s here in Storybrooke or at college...”

Killian interrupted, “Well, I know Belle always talked of travelling the world, maybe some of her things could give you some ideas, and I’m sure your mothers would be happy to let you…”

“Will you let me finish?” Henry said, throwing his arms up by his side, turning back to face Killian, who smartly shut his mouth and gestured for him to continue. “I don’t think it’s in this realm either.”

Silence settled over the pair for a good minute before Killian spoke again.

“I see.”

They held each other’s stare, and Henry could see the gears ticking away in Killian’s head. While he hadn’t counted on telling him everything like this, he had hoped of all people, Killian would be the most open to the idea. But his hesitancy was reason to doubt.

“Well, Emma and Regina may struggle a bit more with that kind of travel.”

Folding his arms stubbornly, Henry rolled his eyes, the picture of his mother. “They shouldn’t. It’s not really that different.”

Killian’s brows furrowed in concern. “I’m afraid it is, lad. There’s a whole other range of dangers in other realms, ones that are far less easy to deal with than taxes and bank loans.”

Looking at his feet, Henry scuffed his toes along the deck of the ship, the same one he’d cleaned as retribution for all sorts of things, like the time he and Violet had snuck out to see a movie.

“I’ve survived them before.” he replied, this time less confident, quieter. “I don’t know, Killian. I just,” he stopped to gather his thoughts, “I’ve spent my whole life around fairytale characters, reading their stories in that book. I want to be a part of that. I need to be, I know it.”

Over the last few years, Killian had been somewhat of a confidante to Henry, someone who was more than happy to pull pranks on his mum, who he could try risky sword fighting moves with and petrify everyone else with them afterwards. But every now and then, when his mothers were either too busy or just didn’t understand, he’d be there for comfort, for solace.

That was the Killian that was in front of him now. That was the Killian that reached out and pulled him into a hug, patting him on the back.

“I understand, lad. Truly, I do.” Henry did his best to hide his sniff. “And for what it’s worth, I think your mothers will to.”

Henry let out a wet laugh, pulling away from the hug but staying close enough for Killian to keep his hands on his shoulders, “I’m not saying they’ll understand right away, but they’ll come around.”

Then he came out with the big one.

“We all just want what’s best for you, Henry. What makes you happy. Whether that’s here, on the other side of the world, the Enchanted Forest or the bloody moon, we’ll learn to deal with it. As long as you’re happy.”

Looking into this man’s eyes, Henry was yet again stunned by how much they’d both changed. Never would he have thought the man he caught staring at his mother would become this ..

“Thanks, Killian,” he replied simply, not knowing what else to say. “Do you think you could be there when I tell everyone? So I have someone on my side, at least?”

Killian looked down to the deck, then back up at Henry through his dark fringe. “Aye, Henry. Anything.”

Before the moment could get even sappier, he turned away to return to his spot on the bow, only to be joined moments later. They sat in silence, both staring out into the water. Henry could understand what Killian got out of being on the water for so long; there was nothing better, more calming, than staring out at the waves.

“I’m going to miss you, lad,” Killian admitted softly. Without responding, Henry simply nodded.

There was nothing else to say.

[fanfics-bts]

Hi! Could you recommend me some of your favourite fanfictions? The ship doesn't matter, I like all!

Helloo~! ^_^ omg there’s so many of ‘em but here ya go :

(This isn’t in order since I can’t rank them)

 Freesia by mintsoda [ Taekook ]

- Vampire!AU , Soulmate!AU , (kind of) Smut, Fluff,  Angst with a Happy Ending, Enemies to Lovers. 

“‘You should have just let me die!’ he yells again and starts walking away, tears now flowing down his face. He can’t believe that he of all people got soulmated by a vampire.Why him of all people? ‘Wait,’ the vampire shouts, ‘I don’t even know your name!’ ‘You should have thought about that before you gave me your blood to drink!’ Taehyung yells back and keeps walking through the rain.” Taehyung and Jeongguk become soulmates – more or less – by accident.

{ My review : I honestly love Enemies to Lovers too much for it to be healthy XD , and this fanfic just gave me all da feels)

Thirst by pinkmonnie [ Jikook ]

- Vampire!AU , Angst, Happy Ending, Friends to Lovers, Implied Sexual Content

“Nobody knew that the reason why Bangtan Sonyeondan’s Golden Maknae was so Golden was because he wasn’t exactly human.“ Jungkook has successfully kept his condition under control for many years, until a certain someone’s scent suddenly becomes too overwhelming for him to ignore.As he begins to lose the firm grip he has on his instincts, the safe and happy world he has built for himself with Bangtan begins to crumble, and he doesn’t know if he has what it takes to keep it together.

{ My review : I know I know, I have a thing for Vampire AUs :P but tbh who doesn’t? This fanfic is a bit long so ya gotta grab your popcorns and cuddle up :3 This was real good, definitely one on da list~} 

The Dutiful Brother and His Sister’s Way Too Handsome Boyfriend by TangoMcGrand [ Yoonmin ]

- FakeDating!AU, Friends to Lovers, Slight Angst, Fluff.

Yoongi’s sister Hani is fake-dating Jimin to hide from her mother that she’s gay, but Yoongi doesn’t know this. All Yoongi knows is that he has had a not-so-little crush on Jimin for over a year and that its kinda hard to be a supportive dutiful brother when Jimin is just too blindingly beautiful.

{ My review : I’ve seen this fanfic around a lot, but I was a bit hesitant to read this, cos I usually don’t read fics like these, but goddamn this was soo good I even cried :’) }

Yoongi and The Real Boy by sugamins [ Yoonmin ]

- Cyborg!AU, Android!AU, Smut, Implied Homophobia, Slight Angst, Slight Fluff

Yoongi is a struggling novelist with four cats, an obsession with coffee and an unhealthy relationship with his parents.

And Jimin is…a cyborg.

{ My review : And again..this fic was totally out of my comfort zone but omg this was soo fxckin good I died inside, definitely at the top for me}

Training Wheels by jeonify [ Jikook ]

-Angst With a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Childhood Friends to Lovers, 

everything starts when jeongguk moves over, and jimin teaches him to ride a bike.everything ends when kim taehyung moves over, and jeongguk abandons his bicycle.+ “they say that if you watch the sunset on that hill for 31 consecutive days, your unrequited love will be reciprocated.”

{ My review : I..wow…I just ;-; 1000/10 would recommend. It’s so good omg)

I’ll give you the sun by inkingbrushes [ Yoonmin ]

- Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Metaphors

Jimin takes the sun with him when he leaves Yoongi on a snowy Thursday morning.

{ My review : This was was absolutely amazing, so amazing that I recommended it twice here on my blog! This is definitely a tear-jerker)

Experto Crede by Error401 [ Jikook ]

- Heavy Angst, Sort of a Happy Ending, Violence, Assasins!AU

“I-I don’t understand…” Jimin said, eyes watering as he focused on Yoongi. “I thought…you were going to kill me…in the bathroom.” “Yeah, well so did I,” Yoongi said wryly, and Jimin flinched, trying to make himself impossibly smaller. AKA It is a truth universally acknowledged, that Min Yoongi in possession of a heart will be in want of sleep.

{ My review : While the ones above were soft and heartfelt, this one is pretty brutal yet with a kind of romance that could get you to feel a tug at heart :’) }

Can you feel my heart? by euphoriae [ Vhope ]

- Soulmate!AU, Tattoist!Taehyung, Heavy Angst

"You’re so beautiful, Hoseok-ah, I would have loved you forever.” Hoseok never wanted to meet his soulmate. So he has his soul tattoo removed, only to find Taehyung, his soulmate, and also the tattoo artist to remove the bond.

{ My review : This one was real angsty, so if you don’t like sad(but not really)endings, don’t read it, or else you’ll be bawling your eyes out like me T_T I know I mainly read Yoonmin or Jikook but this one was too good }

Look Here by bazooka [ Minjoon ]

- Blind!Namjoon , Medic!Jimin, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Slice of Life, Smut

From a prompt: au where jimin is a medic and namjoon is a lieutenant who becomes blind after a bombing.Rating bumped to M for mild smut in second chapter.

{ My review : This melted my heart, I keep saying this so much but just trust me when I say that this is so so good :’) }

Upside Down, Inside out by bazooka [ Namjin ]

-A/B/O AU! , Angst, Humor, Eventual Smut 

First heats suck. First heats especially suck when you were never ever ever ever supposed to be an omega.

{ My review : This fic is from the same writer as Look Here, yes, but it’s cos his/her fics are always so good. :’) }

Check out this and this too!

Check out my fics if you want as well ^_^

I have so so much more to recommend~ But these are some of my favorites

[imaginebeatles]

Poetry Nights | Chapter 3: In which a cat and a hangover are not a good combination

Pairing: John/Paul

Rating: PG-13 (maybe R, because there’s a slight hint of masturbation in there, but not really)

Set in: Modern AU

Summary: 21-year-old Paul McCartney, who has recovered from a breakdown due to stress and his mother’s unexpected death, has recently moved to London where he now rents a cheap flat with his friend George. Having needed to give up his medicine studies, he has decided to start over and go to art college instead where he meets the rude and troublesome John Lennon, a young poet, who, much to Paul’s dismay, also happens to be his neighbour.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Beatles and this is fictional. I do not make money off this. 

Author’s note: So here it is, the third part. It took longer than expected, but thanks to @chut-je-dors I decided to get the writing program Scrivener, which truly is a life-saver. I hope you guys like this chapter. Not much happens, but there are great little moments and our boys learn some things. 

Paul woke up the following day with a pounding headache and a loudly buzzing phone rattling on his windowsill. It took him a while to realise where he was; the room was too bright to see anything, every ray of light hitting his eyes like a sword that was being rammed through his skull, and whenever he tried to work through the pain and focus, the too-white room began to spin around him, forcing him to lie back down and close his eyes until his body stopped turning. 

Slowly, though, his eyes became better acquainted to the light pouring into the room, and another fifteen minutes later, he was finally able to open his eyes without feeling like someone was sawing open his skull with a blunt butcher’s knife. Looking around, he noticed he was in his bedroom at home. Whoever had put him to bed had forgotten to close the blinds, allowing the afternoon light to shine in unobstructed, and the clothes he had worn the previous night lay in a small pile by the bed, leaving Paul only in his boxers. Moving still proved too much effort, his limbs feeling like they had not only tripled in weight, but had also been tied down to the bed using ropes and heavy stones, keeping him firmly in place. His phone was still buzzing too, and with great effort and another piercing headache, he managed to raise one of his arms and pick it up, putting an end to the horrendous noise. He groaned at the brightness of the screen as he unlocked it, but pulled through to see who kept bothering him. Aside from a few notification from various social media apps, most notably his ever-present Instagram and Snapchat accounts, there were ten messages and eight missed calls, nearly all of which came from one person: Dot. He reluctantly opened the messages first.

Dorothy <3: 9.08  Hey babe. Just got home. Gonna take a quick shower. I’ll call you after, okay? Sorry again for missing our date. Love you

9.36  Ready! Call me ;) 

9.41  Tried calling you. Why aren’t you answering? You still awake?

9.47  Paul?

10.03  I tried calling again, but you didn’t answer. George told me you’ve gone out. You okay? Pls call me when you read this. 

10.29  Paul, I’m really worried. Just let me know you’re okay

10.37  George told me I’m overreacting and I hope he’s right and that you’re fine, but call me when you get this, okay?

00.35  George said you’re still not home. Please let me know you’re okay

08.15  Fuck you!! Thankfully George was kind enough to let me know you’ve gotten home fine or else I wouldn’t have slept all night! Thanks for making me worry, asshole. I’m going to work now. Call me when you’ve slept off that hangover. I get off around 2.

The only other message was from George, sent around 10.40 pm, telling him to call Dot because she kept interrupting him and Pattie, after which he had tried calling him twice at different times, the last one being around half past twelve in the morning. He hadn’t even noticed. God, he was a fucking asshole. He had known Dot was going to try calling him, and yet he had completely forgotten about her; he hadn’t even bothered texting her to let her know he was going out, and had even put his phone on silent and not looked at it for the entire night. That is, for as far as he could remember. Frankly, he barely remembered anything about last night except that he had gone to that poetry reading event, which had been surprisingly fun. He remembered speaking with that Lennon guy, who had turned out to be not as much of an asshole as he had pinned him for, and meeting some of his friends, but apart from that, the night’s events remained fuzzy and out of reach, except for some tiny little glimpses that didn’t mean anything to him on the grand scheme of things. He remembered lots of alcohol, though. What a mistake that had been.

Groaning at the pulsating pain in his head, he checked the time to see it was already a quarter to three, meaning he had slept through most of the day already, much to Paul’s dismay. He liked making the most of his days, even when he was hungover, but at least it meant Dot would be home by now, so he figured he’d call her  and get it over with. He rubbed his forehead to release some of the tension that had build up there, and dialled his girlfriend’s number. She answered almost immediately as if she had been waiting for his call, which, as he regrettably realised, she probably had. God, why hadn’t he just called her? 

“Oh! Look who’s finally decided to call,” Dot called out at the sound of her boyfriend’s voice, not even bothering with a proper hello. She hadn’t cursed at him yet, however, which meant she was at least somewhat happy to hear from him. 

“Dot… I-I’m sorry. I-” Paul started, but Dot wouldn’t hear it. 

“Oh, so you’re sorry, are you?” she remarked, her tone sarcastic, “I was worried about you! I told you I was going to call once I got home, didn’t I?”

“I know! And I am, but please… could you not shout? I just woke up and my head is killing me,” Paul said with a groan, and rubbed his forehead to relieve some of the pain as another knife was thrusted violently into his brain along with his girlfriend’s words. It shot all the way through his body, down to his stomach, which felt like it was trying to jump out of his throat. Dot, however, was too upset to care about his well-being at this point. 

“You could’ve told me you were going out at least,” she said, her voice still too loud to be comfortable, making Paul whine and close his eyes as his forehead throbbed painfully and his stomach churned. “I don’t need much. A text would’ve done it. But even George didn’t know where you were.” 

“I hadn’t planned on going out, you know…” Paul muttered in response as he rolled over onto his side and away from the light coming in through his window,  hoping it would relief some of the pain he was experiencing, but it barely helped. On the other end of the line, Dot sighed at his words. 

“That doesn’t matter! Paul, I thought you were… I thought… Fuck!” Her voice broke as she said that, and even though she hadn’t finished that thought, Paul knew what she meant. Guilt washed over him and his throat constricted as he struggled with what to say. Rather than apologise, however, like he should’ve done, he said something stupid. 

“Well, you could’ve told me you weren’t going to make our date yesterday a little sooner as well, you know. I waited for almost half an hour before you finally bothered to let me know you were still at work. You think I’m just going to sit in my room all evening and stare longingly out of the window while I wait for you to call me like some stupid archetypal Victorian love-interest? People have been constantly telling me over the past year to go out more and have fun, so that’s what I did. I’m allowed to go out and get drunk if I want to. And who knew what you and that Steve guy were up to.”

“It was busy! I didn’t know what time it was until I got was standing outside of the restaurant. And it’s not my fault my bike got stolen! Steve just offered me a ride because he was heading my way, anyway.”

“Oh, I bet he was thrilled about that.” 

“Don’t you dare, Paul,” Dot shot back, causing another sharp jolt of pain to go through Paul’s skull, making him groan as he grabbed his head and closed his eyes. Then, in a softer voice, she continued, “And it isn’t like that. Steve is Mr Strutton’s son. He just thought it proper to ask because his father asked me and some other girls to stay behind longer because it was a busy evening. And even if he was interested in me, I wouldn’t do that. You know that. You have no right to accuse me.”

“I know! I- God, Dot… I know you wouldn’t. But I would have liked you telling me sooner. And I am sorry. I know you were simply worried. I should have texted you,: Paul said honestly, and nearly let out a sigh of relief as Dot remained silent for a moment at his words. Her silence lasted much longer than Paul had expected, though, and he almost thought she had hung up on him when her voice came again, her tone a lot quieter this time. She almost sounded tired. 

“I just wish…” she started, cutting herself off to take a deep breath and start over, “I’m glad you’re safely at home. That’s the important part. And I’m not mad at you. Not really. I just… call me next time, yeah? We used to call each other all the time and lately… I worry sometimes. You would too, if I-” she stopped herself again, as if she were having trouble finishing that thought. But Paul understood nonetheless and let out an understanding hum in return. “I er… I have to go now. Mum asked me to look after Mrs Benson’s kids. Take an aspirin, drink plenty of water, have something to eat, and take some rest. I’ll call you later.”

“Dot?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“…I love you, too.”

After she had hung up, Paul stared at the screen of his phone for a moment longer, his eyes glued to the background picture of a short-haired blonde smiling back at him with dimples in her cheeks. The sun highlighted her light freckles and made her usually grey eyes appear as blue as the sea behind her. He had taken the picture himself last year during their summer trip to Wales, when everything had still been perfect between them. It seemed years ago now.

Sighing, he threw his phone aside on the bed and got up. His head was still pounding and his stomach churned at the sudden change of position, making him almost throw up. His knees and legs were wobbly under his weight as he stood and he needed to hold onto the walls and objects around the room to guide himself towards the door, onto which he now saw someone had stuck a green-coloured sticky note. There was only one person who used green-coloured sticky notes. It read:

Paul, There’s a package of aspirins on the kitchen counter so TAKE SOME! Also, Richie brought coffee with him, so drink some of that too. I’ll be home around 4.30. Don’t be stupid and TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. You’re an idiot. But I love you anyway. George. Ps. Please call your girlfriend. She’s blowing up my phone.

Paul rolled his eyes at the note, but that only hurt his head more, so he tore it off, balled it up, threw it into the bin, and stumbled his way into the kitchen to those heaven-send aspirins his friend mentioned, while silently thanking him. Where would he be without him? Probably at home, arguing with his brother Mike over silly, unimportant things. He wasn’t sure which was worse. 

Once inside, he went for the package of aspirins first. He considered taking a handful, but figured George would possibly kill him if he accidentally overdosed on them, so he took the usual two the packaging advised him to take and went to grab himself a glass from one of the overhead cupboards. He filled it with cold water from the tab and let the pills dissolve in it, stirring all the while with his finger, until he was left with a substance that looked like watery milk, and swallowed it all down in one go. It tasted disgusting, and he drank another glass of water immediately after to try to wash it all down. It helped somewhat, but he could still taste the bitterness on his tongue, even after a second glass. His headache, however, was still too bad for him to really care about something small as that, so he ignored it and went to make himself some coffee. Two large packs of freshly grounded coffee stood in the windowsill. They were most likely a present from Ringo, who had gotten a job at one of the coffee houses near them and could take as much coffee home as he wanted. It seemed like he was taking all the advantage he could get from that rule, which Paul figured was a smart move on his part, considering Ringo rarely managed to hold a job for longer than two or three weeks. Though perhaps it was behaviour like this that had something do with it. 

Paul also picked out his favourite mug to drink from - a bright yellow one that George had gotten him for Christmas last year with the words “I’m a happy go lucky ray of fucking sunshine” written on it in fat black letter - which was also not-so-coincidentally the largest one, and sat slumping on one of the bar stools as he waited for the coffee machine to be done and the aspirin to take effect as he played with his mug. The irony of drinking from it now wasn’t lost on him. 

Although Paul did most of the cooking, the kitchen was very much George’s space. It was small, but bright, with a large stretch of windows above the kitchen counters that let in so much light they hardly ever needed to switch on a light except in the winter. On the wall above the breakfast bar hung a large rack with potted plants hanging from them, most of which were holding herbs, such as basil, rosemary, thyme, parsley and mint. He also had a couple of flower baskets hanging outside their windows with edible flowers, and on the windowsill there stood two large pots of tomato and orange bell pepper plants, the last of which didn’t do as well as the other plants, but George wasn’t ready to give up on them yet. The tomatoes on the other hand, were delicious and Paul tried to use them in his cooking as often as he could, much to George’s delight. 

He picked a small basil leaf from the rack to sniff at while he waited for his coffee. Slowly, his headache began to subside. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the calming prattling sound of the coffee machine and the scent of basil as he rubbed the leaf between his thumb and middle finger. 

Suddenly, though, a loud clash sounded from the kitchen counters, making Paul jump up in his seat, his eyes flying open to see what had happened. His empty water glass lay scattered on the floor next to a dirty knife, but that wasn’t even what bewildered him most. Right there, on the kitchen counter where his glass had stood, sat a multi-coloured calico cat, looking very pleased with herself as she stared at him with her large green eyes. 

“What the…” Paul muttered to himself in confusion, not understanding how she possibly could have gotten there. Their flat was located on the fourth floor, and the only way she could have gotten inside would have been through the open kitchen window. But from where? She couldn’t have come from their building, seeing as their landlord didn’t allow for pets - Paul had asked him that himself when he had decided to move in with George, having hoped he could get a puppy, as he had always wanted one but never had one at home. The no he had received then still hurt now. 

Slowly, he rose from his seat, careful not to scare the cat and chase her away.

“What are you doing here, eh? Come on. Off you trot. You don’t live here.”

The cat, however, didn’t move and only looked at him curiously, as if he were the strange creature that had invaded her home, cocking her head to the side as she watched him approach her. The multitude of colours was a gorgeous sight to look at. The orange patches in her fur shone in the light on the sun, offering a striking contrast to the darker patches that covered most of her body, leaving little space for any white. She meowed and extended her neck towards him, as if encouraging him to pet her. 

“You’re a pretty cat, aren’t you? I bet your owner would be very happy to have you back, you know. Come on, girl. Just hop on back through the window,” Paul said gently, ignoring the thumping in his head. He had been about to reach out and carefully push her back towards the window when she let out another, somewhat annoyed, meow and jumped through his arms onto the kitchen floor. Paul followed her movements out of habit in the hope to catch her mid-jump, but failed and swore are his headache came rushing back, making his head pound. He cursed loudly and closed his eyes as he hissed through clenched teeth and curled up into himself. He waited for it to pass, before he turned back around to look for that damned cat again. He spotted her on the breakfast bar, idly licking her paws and showing little regard for the human who stood cursing on the other side of the kitchen. The coffee machine gave a little beep to let him know his coffee was done. 

“Fucking hell,” Paul muttered, and began approaching the cat again, hoping to hurry up and get her this time so his coffee wouldn’t go cold, while making sure he didn’t accidentally step in glass. The cat had originated from hell, Paul thought grudgingly as he tried his best to ignore the pounding in his head and the protests of his stomach. He stepped on tiptoes to make as little noise as possible and extended his hand to let the cat sniff at it first, which she accepted. God, why did this have to happen now? They’d never had a cat or whatever else come into their flat before, not even a spider, and now, exactly when he was hungover and standing half-naked in the kitchen with a pounding headache and a churning stomach, he had an unknown cat sitting on his breakfast bar, cleaning herself. 

She sniffed at his fingers once, but then turned and jumped away again, escaping Paul once more. Like before, he stupidly tried to follow her, but it only resulted in another bursting headache and more cussing. 

“Goddammit!” he moaned, rubbing his head, and the cat meowed again, looking pleased with herself as she regarded him from the top of their fridge. Paul shot her an accusatory glance and had been about to try grabbing her again, wanting to go for a swift approach this time, when the doorbell rang, stopping him mid-jump. 

“Just you wait,” he warned as the cat began licking her right paw again. She meowed challengingly in response, as if she had known exactly what he had been trying to achieve and had been thwarting him on purpose just because she could. “Stupid cat,” Paul mumbled more to himself than the cat, and had been about to pull the kitchen door close behind him to make sure the cat couldn’t get any further into the flat, when she slipped past his legs and into the living room. Paul let out an aspirated sigh, but decided to ignore her for the sake of his sanity and stumbled over to the front door.

“Yes? What?” he grumbled as he pulled the door open, only to freeze up in shock as he saw who was standing on his doorstep. 

“Afternoon, Paul. Nice to see you’re still very much alive. I was almost worried, you know,” John said, as he looked him up and down, making Paul painfully aware of his lack of clothes. He was leaning with one arm against the door frame and shot Paul another one of his smug little grins, of which Paul had seen too many that previous night.

“Wh-wha…” he tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come to him. John looked so different from how he was used to seeing him: he was wearing a pair of old, loose-fitting jeans and a white novelty t-shirt with the words “Daddy’s Little Kitten” written on it in cursive, pink letters, that was slightly too small for him. Whenever he raised his arm, his shirt would ride up and reveal a tiny bit of tummy that was far more distracting than it should be. He was bare-footed and his hair hung in loose curls around his face, making him appear more geeky than usual, especially in combination with his thick-rimmed glasses that were resting on the bridge of his aquiline nose. Paul licked his lips at the sight and tried not to blush or stare too much, keeping his eyes glued on John’s. 

“You still hangover, Princess? Not that I’m surprised. You were looking absolutely terrible when I dropped you off last night. You’re lucky your friend was home to look after you.” In a flash, many more memories from last night came rushing back to him, causing Paul to cringe internally and groan in embarrassment at his own stupid actions. He remembered how he and John had gotten drunk and smoked pot together, offered to them by some girl called Astrid, and how John had come onto him, how he had gotten sick and how John had helped him outside to get some fresh air, only to have Paul drunkenly kiss him before throwing up all over him. Twice. And now that same guy was standing at his door wearing the most distracting clothes while he was dressed in nothing but his boxers. Mortified, he shuffled over to the door and pushed it a little further close so he could stand behind it and procure at least some sense of privacy as he fought back a burning blush that was daring to appear on his cheeks, but it was already too late. God, why did he have to be such a stupid fuck up? He couldn’t even hang out with someone without making an ass of himself. 

“What are you doing here, John?” Paul asked, keeping his eyes focused on the other man as not to give away the burning embarrassment he was feeling. What mustn’t John think of him? 

John shrugged. “Just seeing how you were doing. And my cat kinda escaped my flat and ran through into yours through your kitchen window. I thought you might like it if took him back.”

“Wait. That’s your cat?” Paul asked, and right at that moment another loud crash could be heard coming from the living room behind him, making him wince and hope nothing of too much value had been broken. John scratched the back of his head as he offered Paul an apologising smile. 

“Yeah… he’s a bit of a trouble maker. Usually, I don’t let him out at all, seeing as Mr Walford will kill me if he ever finds out I have a cat. I almost had a heart attack when I saw him go out of the window. Luckily, he went into your flat and not some tell-tale who was going to rat me out.” Paul blinked at the mention of Mr Walford, who was their landlord, and, as it appeared, also John’s. 

“Mr Walford? You mean you live here?” he asked and John snickered as if he said something really stupid. 

“Mate, I’ve been your neighbour every since you moved in here and I’ve been your friend’s neighbour for even longer. But thanks for noticing,” he said sarcastically and the first thing that entered Paul’s mind was that he now finally knew who had been stealing his Internet. He didn’t even have to ask. This guy was totally using their Internet. The second thing was that John listened to Elvis as well. 

“Well,” he said with more sass than he had intended, though he supposed it was probably the hangover, “how could I have known if I hadn’t even seen you here before? It’s not like I can look through bloody walls.” 

“I noticed you, didn’t I?” John immediately replied and Paul was momentarily at a loss for words. Thankfully, right at that moment, something black, orange and white ran between their feet into the hallway and into what Paul now knew to be John’s flat, taking them both by surprise. 

“And Elvis’s back home. You’re not going to rat me out, are you, McCartney?” John asked with another wink as he reached over to close his front door, not wanting his cat to disappear again. Paul smiled at the name. 

“His name is Elvis?” he asked and he could see a slight hint of a blush appear on the other man’s cheek as he nodded. “I like that name.” 

“You into Elvis Presley?” John asked and Paul shrugged. 

“Kinda. A lot. Yeah.” 

“Good. As everyone should. Anyway, you ought to be glad I noticed you, you know. I wouldn’t have known where to go last night if I hadn’t. You couldn’t speak a word without throwing up. Not to mention that you passed out five minutes from our building. You’re heavier than you look,” John said and Paul flushed as the realisation that John must have carried him. Fuck his life. 

“Yeah… Thanks by the way. And sorry about the whole… you know,” he gestured vaguely at John’s clothes, “Too much alcohol and cheap pot probably wasn’t been the best idea I’ve had.” John laughed at that, loudly, and Paul couldn’t help but smile along with him. 

“I could’ve told you that, you know. Anyway, I’ll let you sleep off your hangover now. You look dead grotty, which is a real pity for what’s usually such a pretty face. I have taken up enough of your time as it is,” John said and shot him a wink as he pushed himself away from the door frame. “I’ll see you around, Paul.” He didn’t even give Paul any time to reply and simply turned around and slipped through the door of the neighbouring apartment into which his cat had disappeared only a few minutes ago, leaving Paul standing by the door. It took him a while to realise John had actually left, but when he did, Paul was quick to slam the door shut behind him and took his head in his hands as he scolded himself for being such a fucking embarrassing idiot. Not only had he kissed and thrown up all over his sexy, hot, Elvis-loving neighbour, but that neighbour had actually needed to carry him home as well! What the fuck was his life?!

By the time George got home that afternoon, Paul’s hungover state hadn’t changed much. Although he felt less sick and his headaches had lessened in fierceness and become less frequent, he was still living off aspirins and spend most of his time lying half dead on the couch, watching television with the sound muted and his back turned towards the screen, feeling sorry for himself. He was still in his boxers too, though he had pulled on an over-sized shirt and a pair of socks and had thrown a blanket over himself to shield himself from the cold and keep him warm. His phone lay silenced on the coffee table next to a large, almost empty glass of water and a half-eaten chocolate bar. He didn’t even bother lifting his head as George announced his presence, half-eaten doughnut in hand. 

“I see you’re having a wonderful day,” his friend said with a voice that was far too cheery and energised in Paul’s opinion. He put down his half-finished extra large white chocolate raspberry milkshake and box of doughnuts onto the coffee table and took a seat in the only armchair they had to finish eating his doughnut. It had a strawberry cheesecake filling; Paul could smell it from the couch. 

“I thought you had class?” Paul mumbled into his pillow, not even bothering with lifting his head to make himself more audible, fearing that if he would, the smell would only be worse and he’d need to throw up again. George on the other hand didn’t seem to mind the smell, and happily continued eating as he nodded. 

“I did.”

“Then why are you so happy?” 

“I study music, remember? Like, some of the classes are actually fun, believe it or not. Plus, I’m not hungover. Unlike some people.”

“I hate you,” Paul said, but George only looked smugger. 

“That’s what you get for drinking so much. Never mind the pot. For someone who says he’s been smoking weed since he was sixteen, you did make a rather rookie mistake last night, Paul. Drinking and smoking at the same time… and you’re actually surprised you nearly died last night.”

“Fuck off, Geo. I know, alright?” Paul moaned into the couch, but that only caused George to snicker in amusement. 

“What the hell did you even do last night, anyway? I thought you went to that poetry night thing?” 

“I did,” Paul moaned, rubbing his head in the pillow beneath his head, “some girl had weed on her and she offered me some. It was fine at first. But then I got sick and hot and dizzy and the like… that Lennon guy was kind enough to take me outside for some fresh air, but…”

“But what?” George asked, eagerly urging him on. He was enjoying this way too much, Paul thought, but had too little energy to say anything off it. 

“I threw up on him. Twice. And that isn’t even the worst of it,” Paul paused for a moment, not so much for dramatic effect, but rather to make sure he didn’t accidentally threw up again, though it worked both ways, he supposed. “I kissed him too.” 

“After you threw up on him?!”

“No! Ugh, no. Don’t be disgusting. Before that, you git!” For a moment there was no reaction from the armchair, but then, when Paul thought his friend was actually going to be supportive for a change, George burst out laughing. 

“It’s not funny, George!” he objected, but that only caused George to further descend into hysterics. 

“I’m sorry, Macca, but that’s golden! You drunkenly kissed a dude and then covered him in your sick. Twice! Poor guy. He must’ve felt awful, walking around like that. And his clothes… oh, that must have been disgusting!” 

“I didn’t mean for it to happen! God, I don’t even know why I kissed him in the first place! And to make matters worse, he actually had to fucking carry me home as well, and turns out he’s our neighbour too. I’m such a fucking idiot.” 

“Wait! Lennon, John Lennon, is our neighbour?” George asked, sitting up in his seat at the newfound information. For the first time, Paul turned his head to the side and looked up at him to see George already deep in thought, most likely trying to figure out how to get him to stop using their Internet. Suddenly, his face lit up, and Paul feared the worst. 

“Don’t even thinking about it, Geo. I’m not going by his apartment to ask if he’s been stealing our Internet,” he said and George’s face immediately fell. 

“Ah, but please, Paul! You know him. You’re already on first name basis with him - or first kiss basis, I should say - can’t you just pay him a little visit? You don’t have to drink tea with him or anything. Just… convince him to stop hacking my passwords.” 

“Don’t fucking think so, Geo, so you’d better get that idea out of your head right now.”

“But, Paul!”

“No! I’m not hearing this!”

“Why not?”

“Er… did you not just hear what I said? I threw up on him, twice, which should be reason enough, but then he also has a crush on me. And then this afternoon he came by our door because his cat escaped and I was just standing there, looking like a fucking zombie. A half-naked zombie, I might add. I’m never talking to that guy ever again. What mustn’t he be thinking of me?” 

“He has a crush on you? We could use that. You could-”

“No!” Paul interrupted George before he could finish that sentence, seriously fearing what he might suggest. “I’m not doing it. Not ever. You can visit him yourself if you care so much. For all I care he can use our Internet all he wants if that means I won’t have to see him ever again. I’m not doing it, and that’s the end of it, you hear?” Paul said firmly. George rolled his eyes at his friend and quickly finished the last bite of his doughnut, before leaning close to him. 

“Paul, sweetheart, people have done crazier things than make out with some random guy while drunk. People have thrown up over other people plenty of time before as well. Hell, you’ve done crazier things while drunk. And I’m sure John has too. You’re overreacting! You just got sick. Happens to everyone.” 

“But not all in one night, with the same person… And I wasn’t even dressed when he showed up, either… I’m such a fucking idiot! I knew I shouldn’t have gone to that bloody poetry night thing. It’s all your fault! You told me to go out and live life and shit.”

“I told you to go out and have fun, Paul, not to drink your ass off,” George said laughing, and Paul groaned into his pillow at the noise. He jumped in fright as he suddenly felt a hand come down on his butt cheek, causing his headache to come back twice as bad as before as he threw his head back in a reflex. 

“Fuck, George!” he snarled and reached behind himself to rub his butt and sooth the slight unease that slap had caused, as he buried his face into his pillow again. At least George hadn’t hit him hard, but Paul still felt like killing him for it. George, however, merely winked at him as Paul shot him his best death glare. 

“Stop fretting so much about it, Paul, and go take a shower. You still smell like pot,” he said and slapped him again, this time on the other cheek, before he picked his box of doughnuts and milkshake back up and took it into the kitchen to put them away for later, shouting a cheery “love you” at Paul as he went. Paul grumbled in annoyance, but forced himself to sit up and sniffed at himself, only to revolt at the stench of alcohol, marijuana smoke and sick that was still clinging to him. He smelled worse than Ringo’s sock drawer and he had always thought that to be impossible. Reluctantly, he pulled himself up and stumbled into the direction of his bedroom to grab some fresh clothes and easy-to-wear underwear, before he headed towards the bathroom to do as George had said and take his well-deserved shower. God, he fucking needed one. He hoped John hadn’t smelled him.

Once he stepped under the hot, steamy shower and he could feel the warm water hitting his naked skin, Paul felt his body relax for the first time since he had woken up that morning. He hadn’t noticed how tense and stressed he had been until then and let out a long, content sigh as he revelled the feeling of the hot water hitting his shoulders, massaging him as it washed away the last remains of the previous night. Nothing had ever felt better. 

For a long time, he merely stood there, taking it all in and letting his body warm up as the horrible smells were washed away, and let the water run down his face. Paul had always enjoyed showers, and it were moments like this, when he was simply standing there in the shower without anything or anyone around to interrupt or bother him, that were the most comforting. His water bill had truly suffered his last year as a medicine student. He would often forget the time while in the shower, and one day he had sat there for almost three hours, contemplating his existence, before his roommate had turned the water off and dragged him out of the bathroom. It was simply relaxing and comforting to be alone under a soft stream of warm water where you could stay as long as you liked until even the water didn’t feel real anymore. He wasn’t allowed to do that anymore, though, and he knew George always kept track of how long he had been in the bathroom whenever he took a shower. He understood why, though. It wasn’t healthy. He knew it wasn’t, but sometimes… it was good to have something unhealthy. 

For now, though, he allowed himself to enjoy it and let his worries wash off along with the filth. George was right: he shouldn’t be worrying about last night’s occurrences as much as he was. People did stupid shit while they were drunk or hangover, which is why they had invented those words in the first place, and he wasn’t any different - it didn’t matter. And besides, John hadn’t seemed to mind the state he had been in when he had knocked on his door earlier that afternoon. And what did he care about what that Lennon guy thought anyway? It wasn’t like was going to see him again. Nope. Never. 

Picking up his bottle of shampoo - lavender scented - Paul washed his hair and took an excessively long time messaging it in, before he finally washed all of the soap out the best he could and did the same with his conditioner, before he moving on to washing his body, paying special care to every little bit of skin to make sure he was completely clean. After he had rinsed off completely, he glance down at his cock to see he was semi-erect. He took it loosely in his hand and hummed as he felt a pleasant little tingle at the touch. He considered masturbating, weighing off the pros and cons of either option in his head, and eventually began to slowly stroke himself, sliding his hand up and down his shaft at a lazy rhythm, knowing that if wanted to masturbate today, he had to do it now, as he couldn’t do it in the privacy of his own bedroom due to George’s warped sense of personal space and privacy. He thought of Dot as he worked himself, and pictured the last time they had sex before he had left for London and soon he was softly moaning to himself. Still, he couldn’t really get into it. His thoughts kept drifting away to other things, most of them not even remotely sexual. He couldn’t find the calmness he needed, so eventually, much to his annoyance, he gave up and turned the shower off. He ignored his semi-erection as he dried himself off, and slowly but surely, it went away, allowing him to pull on his clean clothes with ease. He wrapped a towel around his head to dry his hair and make sure he didn’t leak water everywhere.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he saw George sitting on the couch playing another one of his video games while enjoying another one of his doughnuts. He offered Paul one as well as he saw him, putting his game on pause, but Paul quickly refused, feeling his stomach churn unpleasantly at that idea of eating one of those. George shrugged, but continued to look at him with what was undeniable amusement.

“Don’t you dare ask me again,” Paul warned him, and George shrugged innocuously in response, which only made Paul more worried and suspicious. 

“I haven’t even said anything!” George said, outraged, and Paul rolled his eyes at the terrible lie. “However,” George continued a little later, and Paul groaned in annoyance and started heading towards his bedroom, ignoring his friend as he continued the question Paul had already known he would ask, “if you could hop by our lovely neighbour, that would be wonderful!”

“Don’t think so, George. Do it yourself if you’re that worked up about it. I’m going to bed.”

“But, Paul,” George whined, doing his utter best to use the tricks Paul had taught him himself during their first trip together to pick up girls and talk yourself out of unpleasant situations, such as detention and speeding tickets. He even attempted to pull of the pout, but Paul was too acquainted with those techniques for them to work on him. 

“No, George,” he simply said and slammed his bedroom door shut behind him. He sighed a sigh of relief as he let himself fall onto his bed, letting himself sink away in his soft, plushy blankets, hoping he’d never have to get up again. From behind his wall, he could hear Elvis’s voice singing Love Me Tender. It was muted and dull, but it was there, and Paul smiled as he rolled onto his back and listened. At least he listened to Elvis, he though, and closed his eyes.

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and here’s the second one, which is also so messy and blah i’m so sorry it’s like 2 am and i wanted to get these out so my apologies for typos and general messiness. i added trigger warnings but if i missed anything pls lemme know and message me if you wanna plot with my babes :)

[ TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEATH, DEPRESSION, AND ALCOHOL/DRUG ABUSE UNDER THE CUT. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION. ]

❝  be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. ❞

LYDIA GRAHAM? No, that’s actually MATILDA YOUNG. About to begin SEVENTH YEAR, this GRYFFINDOR student is sided with THE LIGHTNING INSURGENCY. SHE identifies as CIS FEMALE and is a MUGGLEBORN who is known to be RASH, IMPATIENT, and CALAMITOUS but also PUCKISH, CHARISMATIC, and CONFIDENT. 

general

name: matilda tillie ann young

age: 17

house: gryffindor

student functions: gryffindor keeper

boggart: the ghost of her mother, pale and withered and broken

patronus: wild cat

orientation: pansexual / panromantic

headcanons.

if you want a death sentence, you’ll call her matilda. no one calls her matilda. not even her own father calls her that. he knows better. you can call her tilda, matty, til - whatever. anything but matilda. mostly, she gets called tillie, and that’s how she introduces herself. “tillie young - at ya service,” she’ll say if you ask her for her name. she hasn’t uttered her full name - no one has - not since that day. and she wants it to stay that way. matilda young died the day her mother left this world, leaving behind a totally different person. a ghost of a person. and if you try to resurrect her, ever utter that name, all you’re going to get is a fistful of pain, either to the schnoz or the groin. don’t you dare call her matilda. 

tillie young grew up muggle, completely unaware of the phenomenon that was coursing through her veins. her childhood was fairly simple, though somewhat riddled with hardship. michael and tabitha young were, just that - young. tabitha was just seventeen when she found out she was pregnant, about to have a kid when she was still one herself. her boyfriend (a rather loose term for michael at the time) was just a couple years older, a uni drop out who played drums in a psychobilly band that was honestly not that good at all. the only good song he ever wrote was for a little black haired girl, a spitting image of her raven-haired mother, and the only joy the man ever had. despite her rocky origins, tillie grew up in a loving home with a pair of crazy, and heavily inexperienced, parents who were growing up beside their wild haired daughter. those first few years were bliss, the kid not knowing the troubles lurking beneath the surface of her parents’ wide grins. 

so it was a shock when the leukemia hit. tillie tries not to think about it, because it only ever gets her mad. it was just a reminder that life wasn’t bliss, that it was cruel and unfair and things never really ended with “happily ever after” like those silly children’s books mum would stop and read to her whenever they were out and happened to be near a book store. life was not some fairy tale. she had to learn this the hard way. her memories of her mom range from her being healthy and oh-so-happy to frail and weak. and yet she was always smiling, even through the hardest parts. she was so strong, so committed to making sure her daughter didn’t see the true suffering behind her eyes. tillie hadn’t a clue then what was happening, but looking back all the signs were there. despite their efforts, it didn’t take long for the sickness to take hold, and she remembers being curled up next to her mother, staring up at dark and beady eyes, hearing her father’s muffled weeps against the other side of her neck, barely concealing the slow and dying beat of tabitha young’s heart. she’d stayed there for a couple hours more, until they had to tear her away from the body’s side. she hadn’t even cried until they were out in the hallway and michael was struggling to keep tillie from jumping out of his arms and rushing back into the room where tabitha lay. 

it was shortly after this that life sent another curveball tillie’s way. when her mother left, so did any light in their world. her father resorted to alcohol and medication to numb the pain left from their loss. he was barely a dad now. tillie stopped calling him dad just to make that clear. she spent a lot of time between the homes of relative’s and “in the system” while her father went through phases of sobering up and falling into bad habits. eventually they gave up on both of them, and through a cruel twist of fate tillie stayed with her dad. she may have been the kid, but michael needed someone to take care of him more than he could take care of someone else. so she dealt with it, and soon enough the daughter became the caretaker. it forced her to grow up fast, but the everlasting memory of her mother kept tillie from growing up too fast. she still remained impish and charming and refused to be some stick in the mud grown up. that was dad’s job, even if he wasn’t going to live up to it. but her lifestyle left her with complicated and unnerving feelings, a sort of darkness that would follow her no matter how carefree she attempted to act in the face of all her adversity. 

this darkness took the most intriguing forms. all her life her parents had compared her to a storm. you could always sense just when a hurricane’s about to land, and according to her parents you could always sense when tillie was going through something. every tantrum was accompanied by a disturbance. the echo of her laughter caused things to literally jump. and those big old crocodile tears that leaked whenever she was upset brought on the most peculiar wonders that either tabitha or michael had ever seen. strange coincidences, they’d say, but when tillie was older and able to recognize the peculiarities herself, she couldn’t help but feel there was more to it. after all, things randomly, albeit briefly, levitating around you was no common occurrence. the answer to this quiet question that was plaguing her every night didn’t come until the arrival of a strange and ancient looking woman to her home when she was eleven, accompanied by a letter delivered by owl inviting her to attend hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry. it seemed like out of one of those fairy tales her mum used to read to her, but this was no fairy tale. magic was real, and tillie had some of it herself. 

the transition into being a witch was strange, to say the least, but tillie has embraced it fully. since discovering she’s a muggleborn, she’s wanted nothing more than to immerse herself completely in this new and fantastical world that’s been open to her. she took to hogwarts so naturally, it was like she was born with the knowledge of it. and while she isn’t the most studious or intelligent, she’s soaked up the education it’s given her. to know that magic is real and to be steadily mastering it has awakened a joy in tillie she never knew was there. not since her mother died. she found a passion for quidditch, being an exceptional beater. she loves charms and transfiguration, taking glee in transforming rats into goblets and the like. every second spent at that castle is like the first chapter to a brave new adventure. but the true reason she’s taken such a liking to hogwarts is because for the first time in a long time she has a home - and a community that loves her and welcomes her in with warm embrace. michael did little to make her feel love after tabitha’s passing. the friends she’s made at hogwarts and been the opposite. she doesn’t feel lonely anymore, not here. she feels at peace and blissful, like a child again. it’s hard to believe it’s her last year and that it’s all coming to a close. she wishes she could turn back time, back to that first day on the boat, so she could keep reliving these seven years over and over again. 

the war scares her. the prospect of her fairy tale world being ruined by the threat of war unnerves her. tillie doesn’t want ruin to come to the wizarding world. not when it’s been such a joyous escape from the tragedy of her past. she was quick to sign up for the insurgency - desperate to keep this danger from spoiling the beautiful community she’s come to consider her home. she’s eager to fight back, to bring an end to this ridiculous fight once and for all. with blind courage and optimism, she believes that they’ve got what it takes to bring a proper end to this. nevermind that they’re just a group of kids - this is their world. her generation is on the brink of adulthood, and these backward thinking pricks want to ruin their future? hell no. she won’t let this stand. as a muggleborn she feels particularly threatened and it only spurns her on more to stop the death eaters once and for all. behind all that courage and ambition, though, she’s afraid. she’s afraid that she won’t be good enough, that she’ll fail. she’s afraid of dying and leaving her father an even bigger mess than when her mother passed. 

loud and somewhat obnoxious, tillie is incredibly outgoing and isn’t shy when it comes to making friends. she’s rather protective and if she sees anyone being bullied she’s quick to jump to their defense and claim them as a friend. once you’re her friend, you can count on being protected by her. she may not seem like much but she’s tough and foul-mouthed and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty or into a fight or two. growing up on the streets, she learned to fend for herself - and she’s seen her fair share of the big bad guys picking on the defenseless little ones. tillie won’t let that fly, though. as a seventh year, the question of her future has been brought up more than she wants to address. she’ll tell anyone she wants to be a holyhead harpy, and she very well could be, but there’s a lingering though of becoming an auror or working in law enforcement. she wants to protect the little guy, to bring justice to those that do wrong, but she isn’t sure her grades are enough to get her into a training program. so she won’t say it aloud. plus, holyhead harpy sounds so much cooler.  

wanted connections.

friends - like said above, tillie loves to make friends. and she loves to defend said friends. she’s a cross of mom friend and your friendly neighborhood badass - she will probably mom you and tell you to put on a jacket when it’s cold out because “you might get sick” and she’ll baby you and remind you to get enough sleep and eat three balanced meals, but she’ll also punch someone square in the nose for you, and is known to kick a few groins in the name of friendship. she’s already lost the most important person in her life - whenever she gains a new friend, she goes the extra mile to ensure their safety and happiness. and she loves to remind people she cares, because you never know when they won’t be around to hear it anymore. and she doesn’t want the lat words between them to be bad. ( can be multiple people )

exes - she may be a loving shit, but man tillie is not the best at maintaining serious romantic relationships. could be the unconventionality of her parents’ relationship. could be the string of destructive relationships she watched her father endure after tabitha left them. whatever the case, she’s just not good at keeping these things going. often times it’s because she gets scared. they’re getting in too deep. they’re really developing serious feelings about each other. then she gets cold feet. blame it on her self-destructive nature or inability to think decisions through before acting upon them - tillie always breaks things off just when they’re going so well. it’s because she’s used to good things leaving her. she said her goodbyes once and she can’t handle the thought of losing anyone else. with war looming on the horizon, this is getting all the more stressful. so she broke shit off again, because if something happens she can’t live with losing another person she loves more than life itself. better to end it now than see it end through death. ( any gender )

rivals - whether they are rivals on the pitch or elsewhere, tillie cannot stand this one person. they’re always against her, always standing in her way. they don’t see eye to hate. they think lowly of one another. maybe it’s a blood status thing. maybe it’s a gryffindor/slytherin thing. maybe it’s just the fact that tillie thinks she’s a lot better than this person and vice versa. whatever it is, there’s no doubt there’s bad blood between them. perhaps if they looked past their differences the pair could be a dynamic duo, come to actually like one another, but that doesn’t seem likely. tillie hates them with all of her might, and she refuses to see them as a human being. they’re more like the devil incarnate, but whatever. ( any gender )

can’t think of that many more but i’ll take like any connection you can think of so don’t hesitate to message me your ideas!!

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