#otp: peace! i will stop your mouth

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The Fox and the Wolf, Barbie & Ken mugshot meme edition

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I had drawn this when the meme first came out and totally forgot about it, so finally finished it & found it fitting for this meme! :D

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Tol v. Smol

Insp. 

[carewyncromwell]

"Still harder getting up, getting dressed,

Living with this regret,

But I know if I could do it over,

I would trade, give away

All the words that I saved in my heart

That I left unspoken..."

~"What Hurts the Most (cover)" by State of Mine

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Inspired by a What-If? Prompt from @drinkyoursoupbitch:

If your OTP got together as grown-ups, give them that teenage dream first kiss full of all the yearning, clumsy choices, and awkward hands.

Read the original unraveling of this scene from Carion's canon! // Read more canon Carion content!

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Orion got up to practice on his own every morning. He'd always been an early riser from the time he was young, and there was often nothing more medicinal than having some time to just fly on his own, without having to worry about the stresses that came with being Slytherin Quidditch Captain.

Though in this case, perhaps it was the abrupt absence of that stress that made Orion so want to fly. Because as of three days ago, Orion had flown in his very last match at Hogwarts -- and, thanks in large part to Carewyn Cromwell's return to his team, they had finally achieved their long-sought goal of winning the Quidditch Cup. In fact, the Slytherin Quidditch team was set to accept the trophy later that very day.

A perfect ending to Orion's tenure at Hogwarts. It brought him some measure of peace, to know he'd finally seen his team reach their goal, and yet there was something restless in his soul. Something he could hardly put into words...

Orion tried to shrug this unease off same as his poncho as he set about flying around the goal hoops that muggy May morning. He'd just finished weaving through the last one when his eyes caught sight of it.

A Patronus, gleaming and white, shaped like a horse with long, beautiful wings that were spread wide as it galloped on thin air alongside him.

Orion's heart stopped.

His Patronus...? How could that -- ?

No. No, it couldn't be Orion's Patronus, when he hadn't cast the spell. So that had to mean...

Orion was barely conscious of how wide his dark eyes had become. The Abraxan Patronus's own silvery eyes seemed to consider him, before it turned and flapped off, back toward the commentary box.

And sitting in the box, holding her wand aloft, was Carewyn, dressed in a feathery white dress with a bright lipsticked smile.

Orion's heart felt like it had grown ten sizes, just seeing her. He hardly acknowledged just how quickly he flew over, nor how his entire expression had flooded with fondness and awe as he looked at her. All he really seemed to know was the overwhelming warmth that came with reaching her, even as her Patronus lingered behind her.

She was healed. She was all right.

"Carewyn Cromwell," he murmured, his mouth spreading into a full smile.

Carewyn beamed. "Good morning. Happy Ceremony Day."

"A very happy day it is," Orion agreed, "seeing you've recovered."

Orion was happy for it. He'd been so worried when she'd been hurt -- the anxiety attack he'd suffered was worse than anything he could remember.

"Mm. I'm not supposed to carry anything heavy or push myself too hard…and Chiara’s still going to have to make me Healing potions for the rest of the week…but I should be able to just take them at lunch and dinner now. And at least now I can actually wear what I want again – except at the ceremony, of course."

Carewyn's blue eyes sparkled in the light still coming off of her Patronus -- had they always been so bright? It made them look like moonbeams...blueish moonbeams, in the midst of broad daylight. Even her face, so soft and round, was as pale as the moon...

Had she...always been so beautiful, and he'd just never noticed...?

Carewyn's Patronus abruptly disappeared, and Orion suddenly realized that he'd completely zoned out.

"Orion?" said Carewyn. "Is something wrong?"

Orion offered her a placid smile. "Nothing is wrong. My mind merely...wandered away, for a moment, without my consent..."

And went skipping off into a daydream, he thought dryly. I didn't even know it could do that.

His eyes drifted over where Carewyn's Patronus had been, before trailing back over Carewyn's face. Her brows were lightly furrowed in concern and deep thought -- it made sweet little wrinkles crease in her temple, ones that made her almond-shaped eyes look that bit more piercing...beckoning...

At ease, Orion tried to rein in his brain again. You'll make her uncomfortable, staring so much.

Sure enough, Carewyn averted her eyes. Clearly the prolonged eye contact had taken her aback.

"...Well, perhaps that's because you've yet to eat something. One can hardly get ready for the day without a proper breakfast..."

She busied herself with taking off her wicker basket purse and unloading it of some pastries wrapped up in red and white checkered napkins and two bottles of Butterbeer.

Orion's expression immediately softened. That was so like Carewyn...thinking of everyone else's health and well-being before herself...

With an easy leap and a flick of his broom, he'd landed in the box, climbing the few stairs needed to reach her. Carewyn continued avoiding his eyes, but her shoulders still seemed to relax as he settled down beside her.

"I know Butterbeer's not exactly customary," she said in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Mum usually serves tea with her pikelets...but well, I figured Chiara wouldn't want me to aggravate my wound by lugging a whole tea service up here..."

"I can't say I've ever been much for custom, considering my life has never been built around it," Orion said with a smile. "In some sense you could say customs are merely rules of a significant age...and we Slytherins are well-known for having a disregard for rules, are we not?"

Carewyn giggled as she handed Orion his napkin-wrapped pastry. It was flat and covered in some sort of golden jam.

Orion considered it curiously -- Carewyn looked at him significantly as she held up her own.

"Here -- fold it so the apple compote doesn't fall out, and eat it like this."

Orion followed her lead, and was pleasantly surprised by how good it tasted.

"Mm...! This is good..."

His heart fluttered seeing just how proudly Carewyn beamed. He brought a hand up to brush his hair out of his face, even if it coincidentally obscured the rosiness of his expression.

"...You said this was your mother's recipe?" he asked.

Circulate air, restless heart. Carewyn has always been both kind and aesthetically pleasing, there's no need for this...

Carewyn nodded. "Yeah, Mum loves making pikelets in the morning. Not always with fruit -- sometimes she serves them with syrup. But she loves using fruit for special occasions...and well, I'd say today's certainly that."

Orion's eyes softened.

"Indeed it is. Especially because you will be there to accept the trophy with us."

My dream of seeing our team reach our goal would not have been complete without you.

Carewyn's face darkened in a slight blush, but her smile only broadened even as she bowed her head.

"...I'm just glad I could help," she said. "After how long and hard you worked to get the Cup -- how hard your whole team worked...you deserved to win, Orion."

She was trying to keep her posture proud, but Orion could see the shyness in her body language. It was...cute, in a strange way. Like a baby featherless Phoenix shaking off the ashes...

"Trust me, Carewyn," Orion said gently, "that without the hard work and loyalty you yourself put in, I would have nothing to celebrate. But because you did put them in, and because we got to achieve this victory together...I feel akin to a Seeker, having finally caught the Snitch. This gold we've won would've been out of reach forever, had you not beaten back the obstacles that sought to take it from us. And now I'm set to fly higher than any Abraxan, with the wind you've been under my wings."

Carewyn tried all the more to hide both her blush and the emotion in her expression. It wasn't quite smiling anymore -- now there was something almost bittersweet there.

"...Thank you, Orion," she murmured. "That really means a lot to me."

With a tap of her wand and a wordless spell, she opened the two Butterbeer bottles, handing the right bottle to Orion. The two then clinked the bottles together and then took a sip, looking out to the horizon.

Orion had always wanted Carewyn back on the Slytherin team, from the very moment she'd first left. The memory of their victorious first match together against Hufflepuff back in his fourth year was still one of the happiest in his life, ever after so long. Why, it'd even been the thing that helped him cast his own first Patronus earlier that year in Defense Against the Dark Arts...

The crowd cheering...Skye's whoops and Carewyn's happy, smiling face...that had been the thing that had flooded Orion's chest with enough light and hope to create a corporeal Patronus. A Patronus just like...

"Orion -- "

"Carewyn -- "

The two ended up speaking at the exact same moment completely by accident.

"Sorry -- you go ahead -- "

"Forgive me, I -- "

Orion found himself flushing darkly. Carewyn's face was pink too, but she offered him an encouraging smile.

"It's okay," she said, even as her eyes drifted away, "you go first."

Orion swallowed. Then, considering his words very carefully, he took a deep breath.

"...I merely wished to ask...about your Patronus. Has it...always taken that form?"

Carewyn blinked. Clearly she hadn't been expecting that.

"Yes," she said, confused. "Abraxans have always been my favorite magical creature, ever since I was little."

"...Really..."

Orion's eyes drifted away, but the corner of his lips seemed to twitch in a strange soft of smile.

Carewyn tilted her head at him, looking both confused and curious. When he caught her eye, Orion bowed his head, failing to obscure the broadening smile on his face.

"Forgive me, it's just...I'm quite fond of them too."

Carewyn cocked her eyebrows, smiling. "Yeah?"

"Yes. They are unique creatures. Beautiful, yes, but also...rare, in their spirit. Symbolic of light and wisdom -- of creativity and inspiration, of chasing the impossible. True, unbridled freedom..."

Carewyn's blue eyes seemed to shine.

"They really suit you, then," she said.

Orion looked up at her, surprised. Then his black eyes softened.

"...You think so?"

"Of course!" said Carewyn, the amusement in her voice tempered by its warmth. "You've always been so wise, Orion -- you've always been bright, creative, and ambitious. And you've always been a source of light for your team -- they love you with all of their hearts."

Her blue eyes became a little smaller.

"...You've always inspired people. You make people want to work hard and chase their gold, no matter how impossible it might seem. ...I don't know how Slytherin's team will ever be the same..."

She pushed down another bittersweet flicker from her face, instead putting on a braver smile as a flash of amusement danced through her eyes.

"...If I'm a Fire Crab for my temper," she teased, "then your lofty ideals definitely make you an Abraxan."

Orion couldn't bite back a laugh. It was very quiet, very hushed, and very short, and yet it made his heart swell up in his chest. His head fell as he tried to contain his amusement. Eventually he looked up at her, unable to suppress the bright, warm emotions from his face.

"...No...no, Carewyn Cromwell, you are no Fire Crab. Your Patronus proves that."

Carewyn laughed. "Why, because Fire Crabs can't cast Charms?"

But Orion merely smiled broadly.

"Cast the spell again," he told her.

Carewyn cocked her eyebrows.

"Please."

Still eying Orion suspiciously, Carewyn nonetheless raised her wand, holding it absently over her right shoulder.

"Expecto Patronum."

A cluster of white swirled around her shoulder, swelling up like a cloud that melded itself into the shape of an Abraxan Winged Horse with silvery gray eyes.

Carewyn waited for Orion to say something poetic or philosophical at the sight of it. Instead, though, Orion's smile only seemed to brighten as he too took out his own wand.

And when Orion looked deep into Carewyn's eyes, Carewyn saw something flickering at the back of them -- a memory of Orion learning the Patronus Charm himself...conjuring a misty shape with feathery wings...

The suspicion and amusement slid right off of Carewyn's face, to be replaced with shock.

"...You...?" she whispered.

Orion inclined his head ever-so-slightly to her, his black eyes serious.

"Expecto Patronum."

In an instant, a line of white smoke emerged from his own wand, swirling through the air until it had been weaved into a second beautiful, brightly shining Abraxan Patronus.

Carewyn watched in disbelief and awe as it landed behind Orion, its head arching over his shoulder as it sniffed the air. Carewyn's own Patronus extended its own neck over its owner's shoulder and gently touched noses with Orion's.

Carewyn and Orion both watched their Patronuses slowly faded away, before turning to look at each other. Both of their faces were flushed and they'd gone very quiet.

"...You..." Carewyn struggled to retain her composure. "...we...have the same Patronus."

"...Yes."

Orion's throat was very dry. It was painful when he swallowed.

"...I...know you don't believe in fate, Carewyn Cromwell," he said, trying very hard to keep his voice steady even though his heart and air intake were depriving him of his usual balanced speaking cadence. "I know that you won't want to invest time in anything frivolous so long as your brother is in danger, nor are you the type to settle for a person who would lean on superstition as a reason to pursue you. I know you and I are not so similar that I've developed romantic instincts, or that I will ever learn how to nest and settle, or that the futures we've dreamed up for ourselves would have any common ground at all..."

He had moved a bit closer to her when he'd bowed his head, but now he tried hard to look at her. Maybe if she looked into his eyes, she'd see through him, like she always had seemed to...

"...But right now I...I want to believe," he said softly. "Even if we're young and foolish -- even if we truly know nothing of the real world, even if I myself know nothing about love...I want to believe that this is real. Because the way I feel, right now...it makes me feel real. You've made my days better, just by being there. You've made my problems smaller, just by showing support. You've made Quidditch more fun, just by flying by my side. I cast my first Patronus in part because of the memory of you."

The words all came stumbling out in a stream of consciousness he couldn't suppress. It made Orion feel oddly vulnerable. Blind. Almost ashamed.

"...I look back," he said shakily, "and I...I'm amazed it took me so long to see it. I'm amazed it took me finding out we share a Patronus to see it. And during the match -- when you were hurt..."

Orion had to force himself to breathe. He inhaled and exhaled shakily.

"...it...frightened me...more than anything ever has. It still frightens me. Because I know you'll place yourself in danger as much as you have to, so long as your brother needs you. And as much as I could ask you to be safe...you wouldn't be the inspiring, brilliant Abraxan you are, if I tried to bind your wings."

Carewyn was left speechless. All she could do was stare. And yet through Orion's eyes, it seemed like she was getting everything she needed -- as if she could feel everything he could at this moment -- and it was overwhelming her. She even had to cover her face to obscure her emotions.

"Carewyn..."

Orion brought a hand down to her shoulder, wanting to comfort her, but as soon as he touched her, Carewyn's head immediately shot back up. She stared up at him, her flushed face stained with tears -- a sight that made Orion's heart ache.

"Oh, Carewyn, forgive me...forgive me, I didn't wish to -- "

Orion had been moving back, but he halted when Carewyn brought her hands up to hold his face.

"No," she said firmly. "No, Orion, you don't need to apologize."

She placed her forehead beside his, their noses touching just as their Patronuses had. Her red lips were curled up slightly, but trembling.

"...I just wish I was stronger," she murmured. "So I could protect you."

Orion's heart bled. Slowly he brought up his own hands and, very hesitantly, brought them on either side of Carewyn's face, cradling it as she was his.

"You, Carewyn Cromwell," he whispered beside her lips, "are the strongest person I know."

He paused.

"...Please...may I kiss you?"

Carewyn gave a choked laugh. "You practically already are."

"Practically is not actually," Orion said lightly. Then, through a darker flush, he added, "...Magizoologists say that Abraxans need forceful handling, but I cannot ascribe to that. I can't presume I have your permission."

Carewyn's eyes sparkled with fondness.

"You have it, Orion," she whispered.

And she pecked his lips.

Once Orion recovered, he swept in, capturing her mouth with his. He melted into Carewyn's arms as she brought them around him and stroked his hair -- he tried to copy her by burying his own hand into her hair, undoing her ponytail so he could tangle it into the strands. They kissed multiple times, a few long, but many short, and traded jokes and reassurance all the while. For truly, this was a bit frightening for both of them, however exciting it was.

Young love was scary. But courage could be love's most loyal friend.

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This was not how Carewyn and Orion ended up confessing to each other -- but it did serve to be one of many "what-if" scenarios that Orion fancied, back in the days before he fully came to grips with how in love he truly was with Carewyn...and, perhaps, always had been.

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You're The Only One For Me

Year of the OTP April prompts: "no, I'm not dating your brother" - peace - canon divergence - pranks

Set in season 8, wc: 1,191, fluff

tagging @today-in-fic

Her mother promised her a surprise. A big surprise. She mentioned it no less than four times on Friday when Scully confirmed she’d be here for tonight’s Sunday dinner. She tried to make her mother give her a hint, but she wouldn’t budge. Four children and decades of their pestering have made her immune to it.

Scully parks her car and maneuvers her ever-changing and growing body out of the driver seat. She fans herself, standing next to the car. She's way too warm even though she’s wearing a sundress. It’s a particularly warm late April and she’s not prepared. There are so many things she fears she’s not prepared for. Her hand wanders to her belly, but the baby is asleep. Unsurprisingly, because it kept her up half the night. Just like its dad.

She keeps her hand there as she thinks about Mulder. She called him, too, asking if he wanted to accompany her to her mother’s. She’d squeezed her eyes shut, hoping and praying he’d say yes. But he didn’t. All he said was that he already had plans and that he wished her a great weekend.

It’s been like this ever since he’s come back. Resurrected. Neither of them uses that word. It’s what Mulder’s therapist used once when she came to pick him up. She and Mulder shared a look, deciding that however they were going to deal with this, they would never use that word. He’s back. He’s alive. Mulder is, in many, many ways, his own X-File.

As she rings her mother’s doorbell, she wishes Mulder were here with her. She misses his hand on her back and his calming presence. She’s only just got him back and every moment she doesn’t spend with him feels like a waste.

“There you are, honey,” her mother says as soon as the door opens. Her warm, welcoming smile is a remedy for her out-of-control thoughts. “How are you? And my grandchild?��

“We’re good. Your grandchild is asleep after throwing a party during the night.”

“Just like his mother,” Maggie muses, winking at her daughter.

“I did that?” she asks, slipping out of her shoes. These days she dresses for comfort. With Mulder out of a job and her pregnancy, she knows there won’t be any unexpected calls, asking her for a consult or Mulder needing her expertise on a case. Part of her mourns these moments, too.

“Dana,” her mother says, putting her hands on her shoulder. “Remember how I told you I have a surprise for you?” If it weren’t for her mother’s smile, she’d be worried.

“You said it’s a big surprise.”

“Very. You won’t see it coming.”

“Mom, I know you mean well, but…” She doesn’t get to finish her sentence, because her mother is already dragging her into the living room. And there, in the middle of the room stands Charlie. Her baby brother Charlie. Tears spring to her eyes and she throws herself into his arms as if they were still kids, and she wasn’t pregnant.

“Give a guy some warning, Danes,” he says with a laugh, hugging her back. He’s not as tall as Bill and not as bulky, but he easily towers over her.

“I missed you,” she says into his shoulder. “You don’t call enough.”

“I hear phones work both ways,” he says. “Let me look at you. Got yourself knocked up, didn’t you?”

“Charlie,” their mom says warningly. “Be nice.”

“Ah, I’m just joking,” he says and Scully nods at him, understanding him. She can’t stop looking at him. His hair is longer than she’s ever seen it but still as auburn as ever. His eyes are smiling as much as his mouth. No matter how old he is, she still sees the small boy in him, the one that always followed his bigger siblings around, trying to get everyone’s attention by being funny.

“I have news, too, Dana,” he says, clearing his throat. “I’m in love.”

“You are?” She asks, sitting down on the couch. These days she can’t stand longer than a few moments before her feet start killing her.

“It was unexpected,” Charlie says. “Neither of us planned it. I wanted you to be here because, well, you know him.”

“I do?” Her eyes dart between Charlie and their mother, who is very obviously trying not to laugh. Or cry.

“You do,” Charlie says, holding out his hand, and then a man walks out of the kitchen. Scully expected a lot, but not this. Never this. Her heart soars before it crashes. She’s glad she’s sitting down because the man standing next to Charlie is Mulder.

Her Mulder.

“This is a joke, right?” Scully asks, looking at her mother, who is quiet, at Charlie, who has his hand on Mulder’s arm and finally at Mulder himself. He’s grinning. She knows that grin, has seen it so often over the years.

“Mulder?” She asks, her eyes filling with tears. The happiness she experienced only minutes ago when she saw Charlie has disappeared completely. None of what is happening before her eyes makes any sense at all.

“I wanted to surprise you.” That’s not a no, she realizes. Nausea unfurls in her stomach and she puts her hand there, overwhelmed. “Hey, Scully.” He walks to her, crouching in front of her and putting his hands on her knees. “You got me. No, I’m not dating your brother. That’s just a prank we came up with.”

“Well, it was just me,” Charlie says, smiling proudly. Scully throws her brother a look. “Okay, maybe it wasn’t my best idea.”

“You can come help me in the kitchen, Charles. Give Dana and Fox a moment.”

“You all right?” Mulder asks once they’re alone. He’s gently rubbing her knees. “I shouldn’t have gone along with it, huh? When your brother called and asked me to be here, I thought it was a good idea. He said you’d find it hilarious.”

“Maybe I would have,” she says, teary-eyed and huffing out a small laugh, “if I weren’t so hormonal.”

“I only have eyes for one redhead,” Mulder assures her softly. “There’s only one Scully I’m in love with.”

“It’s Bill Jr., isn’t it?” Scully jokes through her tears.

“You know me too well. Come here.” He gets up and gathers her in his arms. There’s that warmth she was missing. His love. His care. His protectiveness. “Do you like your surprise?” he asks, kissing her head. New tears gather in her eyes, but this time they’re from happiness. And from love.

“You being here? Yes, Mulder. Very much. But no more pranks.”

“Today or ever?”

“Today,” she says. They look at each other and to her surprise, there are tears in Mulder’s eyes too. There are so many things they need to talk about. Decisions they have to make. But tonight, they get to have a moment of peace. Together. With her family and as one of their own.

“You know,” Mulder says, taking her hand and kissing it, “maybe we can pull a prank on your brother instead?” Scully just laughs, feeling happy.

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Would you believe these bickering dorks eventually get married? - art by myxcenterxstage

Aka any scene in Hello, Dolly! between Horace and Dolly perfectly fit in with our dear producer Javert and diva Priscilla in Madeleine’s Opera House!

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I have a few ship dynamics to throw into the ring

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📋 a shopping list (for Aristide; wedding shenanigans? Or their home? I just want to see how many pearls he's going to clutch)

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 + accepting!

Oh, the delights of getting to know one another all the more during the time in the awaitful anticipation of tying the knot. And when the bride-to-be is a star diva.

The “shopping list” endearingly given to Javert looked more like a full-page letter than an itemized list:

Dearest Aristide, An ocean of ‘Merci’ for taking care of this while I must away today. It’s only a brief errand, mon loup~ which I have done many a run similar myself. And, to set your pragmatic heart at rest, I have done the sufficient fund’s calculations. Yes I can learn a thing or two from such a numerical one as you! With all my love, I already look forward to seeing you again later on. - Priscilla

• The Art Studio next to Le Cafe Musain. My friend & artiste M. Enjolras has a painting he’s done that I had posed for years ago for supplemental income. I have recently purchased it to remove it from his galerie. It is… rather personal as it is artistic, you’ll see.

• House of Worth, 7 Rue de la Paix. Your little feline friend shall remember this dress of mine that was tattered by its claws, now with some alterations and a pair of ivory (not ecru) gloves. M. Charles Worth has also been asking for your measurements. I’ve also arranged for him to show you some select lace trim options for my gown on that special day~ I look forward to knowing later if any are to your liking.

• A feathered hat from my milliner.

• The quaint general store on the Boulevard du Maine: - English tea - the tin box of chocolates - herbes de provence - a jar of la confiture de fraises - la baguette, du vin, des oeufs, du fromage, the usual (and of course, I insist you buy something for yourself as well!)

• Next door: My needlework box that I commissioned for the lid to have “A & P” engraved should be ready, as well as a pair of embroidered pillows.

• That photographer down the road near the florist shoppe: do their photographs’ quality (for our portraits) appear worth the advertised price?

• Across the way: There's a 'writing machine' (type-writer?) in the window display - would that be of use to you?

• By then the Marketplace should still be open to finding all the necessary ingredients for tonight’s supper: Boeuf Bourguignon.

♡

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“Seeing Eye To Eye” - art by myxcenterxstage

When the Smol vs Tol fights emerge, what is the solution? To stand up on a chair to get up in their face, that’s what! Bonus points: It’s so silly they both burst out laughing and stop fighting!

I wish I could find the original tumblr post that inspired this art...but it basically went along the lines of: “Whenever my parents get into a fight, my 4′11 mom has to stand up on a chair to get in my 6′4 dad’s face, neither can hold a straight face any longer and just burst out laughing and stop fighting. This is why they’ve been married so long.”

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Birds of Paradise / Trade Winds of Fate: “We’re Engaged~!”  - art by myxcenterxstage 

Forever is a long time. But I wouldn't mind spending it by your side. Tell me everyday I get to wake up to that smile. I wouldn't mind it at all. - I Wouldn't Mind by He Is We

( They did the thing @ferocioushonesty ...!! ) 

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39. Avoiding the mistletoe at all costs, however, everyone is trying their best to get the otp there.

From the Christmas prompts, for Feysand. I lovee your writing

I love you nonny! I'm still in drabble mode as I avoid feeling anything this holiday season. here we are its not edited even though i am on my laptop again. hehehe...

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"Merry Christmas!" Mor screeched into Feyre's ear the second she'd walked through the door.

Feyre staggered as Mor nearly knocked her over. The blonde was always one for giving affection and the holidays (combined with copious amounts of alcohol) merely enhanced the trait.

"How much have you had to drink?" Feyre chuckled as she pried herself from her friends arms.

"I'm the hostess, I've drunk half the bar," Mor said matter-of-factly. She swept Feyre into the apartment that was already full of people and decorations streaming from every corner of the kitchen and living-room.

Chuckling, Feyre accepted a glass of something sure to be brimming with alcohol.

She really hadn't expected anything of the holidays. Ever since her parent's deaths she and her sisters had blissfully ignored this time of the year. Until Feyre had met Mor. And Mor loved the holidays. She loved family. She loved giving gifts. Everything.

It was a miracle that she and Feyre ended up being friends.

"Stand right here," Mor ordered, "I'm gonna get you another drink. You have to catch up."

Rolling her eyes, Feyre sipped on her drink and tried to let herself settle into the mood of being around people. It wouldn't be so bad--Alis was here and there was Emerie who had recently started dating Mor.

She made a step to go talk with Alis when the giant hulking form of Cassian sidled up to her.

"Feyre!" he yelled as he threw an arm around her to keep her close. "You made it!"

"Hey Cass," she chuckled. She made to move away but Cassian kept her close.

"I thought you weren't coming," he said. And Feyre knew he was at least three drinks into the night. She wondered vaugely if Nesta would made an appearance and how that would change his demeanor.

"Mor threatened me," Feyre said honestly.

Again she tried to slip away but Cassian's hold held firm. It wasn't that her friend made her uncomfortable. The opposite really, Cassian had a way of making her feel like one of the family. A feeling that she had always earned for.

"How's work going?" Cassian asked. Feyre cocked her head, it was a strange question. Usually the first thing out of his mouth was something about Nesta.

"It's fine," Feyre said, "Beron's making everything miserable.

"Bastard," Cassian agreed.

The front door opened again and Feyre caught sight of the one person Feyre had been dreading to see. Rhysand. The man that she had many a strange run-ins with. He was a few years older than her and for some reason Feyre'd always been infatuated with him. Granted he was tall, tanned skin, violet eyes, and cheek bones.

But he was also arrogant, pig-headed, and stubborn.

Again, Feyre eased away from Cassian, but before he could stop her she'd made it a few steps away to talk with Emerie.

Anything to get away a potential run in with Rhys. Because she always made a fool of herself in front of him. Despite how much he annoyed her on most occasions, she was always infatuated.

Emerie talked about her little shop where she sold trinkets and goodies to tourists to Valeris, exclaiming more than once that she'd needed to find a helper for the holidays.

Every so often Emerie grabbed her arm keeping Feyre in place while they spoke.

When Rhysand made his way over to them, being dragged by Mor, Feyre slipped away to find Tarquin.

And so it continued for another hour.

When Feyre finally found a moment of peace, she'd imagined that she managed to sulk way without anyone left to disturb her.

"You're avoiding me." Rhysand managed to sneak up beside her, nearly causing Feyre to spill her second (third?) drink of the night.

She met his violet eyes. Okay, maybe she was. But with someone as attractive as him who she'd known for years, who she would admit to having a small (giant) crush on--all Feyre could do was avoid.

"Maybe I like being social and talking to people," she said.

Rhys snorted a laugh. "Like hell."

Rolling her eyes, Feyre took a long sip of her drink. Crap, this might actually be her fourth drink.

"Why so desperate to talk to me?" she asked. "I thought I''m too stubborn for your tastes."

He smirked and was about to say something when Mor popped up, phone in hand.

"Gotcha!" Mor yelled. She kept her phone trained on Rhys and Feyre. "Look up!"

Feyre felt a bit of dread roiling in her stomach as she looked up. Dangling from a string was a giant wad of mistletoe. And, as Feyre looked around, she found several other bunches of mistletoe handing throughout the apartment.

Hell. Feyre knew she shouldn't have told Mor about the stupid crush on Rhys.

When she looked over at Rhys she found him looking at her a spark in his eyes.

"You gotta kiss, those are the rules," Mor reminded them.

Cassian howled and ran over, his own phone in hand too. "Kiss, kiss, kiss!"

Rhysand quirked a brow and Feyre scowled. Then before either of them could think too much about it, Feyre surged on her tip toes and caught Rhys' lips with hers.

She meant it to be something quick. Something light. Something easy and noncommittal. But the second their mouths collided Feyre felt that spark shooting through each of her nerves. When Feyre made to pull away, Rhys' arms wrapped around her pulling her tighter against the hard contours of his body.

Well. This was delightful.

Feyre found her self melting against him and deciding that this was a fine way to spend the holiday.

Amid catcalls and hoots of laughter, Feyre and Rhys finally parted--much to her chagrin.

"Merry Christmas," Rhys murmured.

She quirked a smile and chuckled. "You're still an ass."

Rhys laughed and rolled his eyes before pulling her in for another kiss.

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I think your writing is amazing! I've read most of your stuff on AO3 & just finished your love notes story, which was so sweet 😭

If you're accepting prompts, how about bonrin with 7 or 20 from the "50 things to imagine your otp doing" prompt list? I do love that good hurt/comfort

Thank you so much! I’m so happy you enjoy my stories, and I had a lot of fun with that one. Blushy Bon is one of my favorite things, and Rin deserves all the sweet notes <3<3

I absolutely accept prompts :D

*reads the prompts and promptly gets heart eyes * How about 7 and 20? They work so well together!

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Fandom: Ao No Exorcist/Blue Exorcist

Pairing: Bon/Rin

Prompt: Comforting after a nightmare, and hiding your face in their neck to block out the world.

Bon was studying, or he would have noticed the moment Rin’s breathing stopped being all soft and steady.

It was common for Rin to fall asleep when they had study dates. Bon always ended up studying longer than his boyfriend could, and typically that just meant that they’d do about an hour of their homework together, and then Rin would either read a manga, play a video game, or sleep.

It was obvious right from the start that it was going to be sleep today. Konekomaru and Shima were studying with them, and the chants they had set to play seemed to knock Rin right out.

Rin tended to slouch forward when he slept. His head would always tilt to the left, his mouth would pop open, and he’d release breathy little snuffles that weren’t quite a snore, and mostly sounded like he had some sort of allergy that gave him a stuffy nose.

He’d also drool copious amounts.

Where once the sight of sleeping Rin had filled Bon with unspeakable annoyance and anger, it now brought a surge of something protective and tender in his chest. Especially since Rin had curled up on his side with his head in Bon’s lap.

Playing with Rin’s hair while he read was strangely relaxing, especially with the chants. He was tapping his pen in time to the background music, flipping through the pages in search of the last bit of information he needed, when the peaceful moment was broken with a tiny whimper.

It was a quiet noise, but it was out of place enough to draw Bon’s attention. His gaze dropped to his snoozing boyfriend, and he could see Rin’s eyes twitching under his lids. His expression had gone tight, and his breathing didn’t sound slow and steady anymore. It sounded stressed. Too quick and a bit shallow, almost like he was scared and couldn’t catch his breath.

The protective and tender thing in Bon’s chest roared to life as he realized what it had to be. A nightmare. His sweetly sleeping boyfriend was being attacked by a nightmare. He had no idea if it was because of trauma, some chemical imbalance, or the demonic heritage, but Rin had terrible nightmares, and he had them a lot.

Rin whimpered again. He sounded small, terrified, and pained.

“Hey,” Bon called softly, trying not to acknowledge the immediate panic that always rose when Rin was suffering a nightmare. Rin was never easy to wake and the panic made it hard to focus on waking Rin up calmly and not upsetting him more than he already was. Whatever had him was scaring him, possibly hurting him, and Bon wasn’t going to let it continue. Not when it didn’t have to. He might not be able to stop all the bad things in their waking life, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let a dream hurt his boyfriend.

Rin whimpered a little louder. His tail thrashed through the air, and he shoved an arm forward, nearly clocking Bon on the jaw. He caught the flailing fist and reached down to cup Rin’s cheek. His features were starting to twist as his demon side came out from the fright of whatever he was dreaming.

“Rin,” he dodged another blow, and now the others were aware that something was wrong, but Bon didn’t notice, “Rin, Sunshine, can you hear me?”

Rin started to cry.

Horror shot through Bon like a bullet to his gut. His body jerked forward, tugging Rin closer in panic.

“Please— NO!”

Forget waking gently.

“Rin!” He nearly snapped the word, worry making his throat too tight to be gentle. “Wake up!’ He pat Rin’s cheek, shaking him a little as Rin’s tail and hair ignited. The flames were uncomfortably warm, which meant he only had a few moments before Rin started catching things on fire, namely, him.

“Rin!”

Waking with a sob, Rin shot up and stared around the room like he didn’t recognize it. The flames were flaring over his body, as he gasped, and that was when he noticed Bon. He sobbed again and flung his arms around Bon’s neck.

“Shh,” his arms wrapped around his boyfriend, a frantic sort of panic churning his stomach as he tugged Rin closer. “I’ve got you, babe. You’re safe. I’m here.”

“Ryuuji—” Rin hiccuped, trembling as he curled himself against Bon, climbing into his lap and clinging like it would be painful to put any distance between them. He tucked his face against Bon’s neck, his breaths shuddery against Bon’s skin, his tail tucking around his legs in fright.

Rin was practically burrowing against him. He was pressing his nose, eyes, mouth, and as much of his ears against Bon as he possibly could. It was something that didn’t happen too often, and that just made him firm his hold on Rin and tilt his own head over his boyfriend. Rin was trying to block out his senses or drown them with Bon. Whatever that nightmare had been, it was a bad one.

Bon hefted them both off the ground and onto the bed with a soothing noise, rubbing circles into Rin’s back as his boyfriend tried to press his face further against Bon’s neck. He could feel Rin taking frantic little breaths, inhaling his scent and trying to calm himself with it.

Shima’s eyes were huge. “What’s—”

Both his friends were gawking at them in shock. He leveled a glare at them. He’d pummel either of them if they did anything to upset Rin right now. ‘Shut up!’ He mouthed, still rubbing Rin’s back as he pushed and slid himself further back on the bed. He didn’t stop until his back was against the wall.

Rin started mumbling into his shirt, half-broken words he couldn’t make out as he trembled in Bon’s arms. He wouldn’t move his face. It felt like he was trying to hide himself. To keep everything else away. What the hell had he dreamed?

Their audience was still gawking, and Bon didn’t have the patience for it. “Can you guys give us some space?” He kept his tone gentle, but he leveled his hardest glare so they’d know this wasn’t actually a request, it was an order.

Konekomaru got the idea first and scrambled to his feet. He made it halfway to the door before he realized Shima hadn’t followed. He returned to Shima, grabbed his shoulder, and tugged until Shima was getting to his feet and following him out.

“Okay,” Bon said once the door was shut, “it’s just us now, babe. You okay?” Rin shook his head, still refusing to move his face from Bon’s neck. He could feel tears making his skin damp. “What can I do to help?”

Rin mumbled something he couldn’t make out.

This was another reason to hate nightmares. They made Rin feel small and vulnerable. They made him feel like he wasn’t safe, and it wasn’t like he’d had a chance to protect himself from whatever had happened. He’d been asleep. You couldn’t fight a dream.

Bon would certainly have punched Rin’s nightmares by now if you could fight a dream. He’d kick the hell out of them.

The chants were still playing, though they were quiet next to the loud, hitching breaths Rin was taking, so he did the only thing he could think of. He held Rin close, rocking a little from side to side, and began to murmur along with the chants. He tucked his head over Rin’s, closing his eyes and focusing on keeping his own breathing even as he cuddled his boyfriend.

Several long minutes or more later— time lost a bit of meaning in moments like that — Rin tilted his head slightly, just enough to free his mouth from Bon’s shirt.

“It… it was that night,” he whispered like it was some kind of confession.

Bon didn’t need to ask to know what Rin was referring to. Only one night had been horrible enough to earn that description. Nothing could pass the night Shirou died.

Rin sighed and curled closer. “But worse?”

How the hell had it been made worse? Damn dreams. Couldn’t they give Rin a few minutes peace? He already carried the guilt of that night everywhere.

“You don’t have to tell me about it.” He shifted their position a little so they were reclined. It took him a moment to find the blanket and tug it over them. Rin stayed curled up against his chest, head resting on Bon’s shoulder. “But I’m here if you want to.”

Rin tangled their legs together and wrapped his arms around Bon’s middle in a tight hug. “It wasn’t just dad this time.” Rin’s fingers dug into his back. Bon hugged him back just as tightly. “He was torturing you and Yukio. There was so much blood, and you were screaming. Yukio wasn’t breathing, and—”

“That didn’t happen. We’re here. We’re fine.” He didn’t want Rin focusing on those horrible images. They’d be harder to forget if he did.

He hated when the nightmares used him to hurt Rin.

Rin hid his face again. “I know, but it was so real.” His words were muffled against Bon’s shirt, but still clear enough to understand.

“It wasn’t. This is real.” He pressed a kiss to Rin’s hair. “Want me to call Yukio for you? Let you hear him?”

Rin shook his head. “No. Don’t wanna bug him.”

“He’d understand.” Especially if he knew it had been a nightmare. They all knew how horrible nightmares could be.

Rin shifted a little, freeing his face and tilting it up towards Bon. His eyes were red from crying, and a little red from his demonic side. “No, this is… this helps.”

Bon shifted one hand to Rin’s hair and kept the other wrapped firmly around Rin’s back. He teased the slightly blue locks gently, rubbing at Rin's scalp in a way he knew his boyfriend found calming. Rin succumbed to the soothing sensation and relaxed against him. His tail gave a weak thump, finally untucking itself from Rin’s leg.

"We're just gonna rest here for a bit," Bon decided, keeping his voice low, "then we're gonna get something really unhealthy and tasty for dinner, and we're gonna watch that anime you love."

Rin tried to hide his face, but Bon could still see his small smile in response to that suggestion.

"No homework?"

"Yes homework. After dessert."

Rin laughed. It was a little wet, but it was still a laugh. "And here I was hoping you'd forget."

"Not forgetting is kinda my thing. Don't worry," he nuzzled his cheek against Rin's hair, "I'll help you with it."

Rin sighed in a jokingly dramatic way, and shifted so he wasn't curled in on himself quite as much. It was a good sign that the nightmares hold was beginning to fade.

“Can we have ice cream?”

Even without the nightmare, Bon would have a hard time saying no to those big blue eyes. “If that’s what you want.”

Rin’s tail gave a happy thump against the bed. Bon would text Konekomaru and Shima in a bit and let them know everything was fine. He’d text Yukio the dinner plans and ask him to stop by at some point so Rin could see he was fine. He’d help Rin finish his homework, and probably eat far too much junk food.

But for now he would hold Rin until he felt safe and strong again. ---------- A/N: Like most of my stuff, this went a little longer than I meant xD Thank you SO MUCH for the ask <3 Check this story out on AO3 here

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@reverdies

[fullmetalscullyy]

with you, i’m home

summary: After a stressful week Riza surprises Roy with dinner

an: valentine's day is the day for the otps. it’s been a been a hell of a month already but i’m quickly coming back just to post some royai fluff

rated: g | words: 1584 | tags: fluff, domestic fluff, domestic, romance

read on: ao3 | ffnet

Sleep had claimed Roy for a quick nap that evening after returning home from work. It had been a long week, but a productive one. Now, on this Friday evening, he was looking forward to relaxing for the rest of the weekend. Roy had no plans - except from one - and intended to keep it that way, starting with some rest for half an hour or so before making dinner.

However he was jerked roughly from his half-asleep state by a sharp knock at the door. Grumbling at the interruption, Roy rose from his couch and almost fell over a stack of books near his door.

“Hello, sir.” Riza stood on the other side of the door, giving him a warm smile.

He blinked tiredly, trying to rid himself of the cobwebs in his mind and also to determine if he was dreaming or not. He hadn’t expected to see her at all. “Hello, Lieutenant.”

There was a quiet bark down by her feet from Hayate. His tongue lolled happily from his mouth as he smiled up at Roy.

“Hello to you too, Hayate,” he greeted before turning back to the Lieutenant. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I come as a friend. We were passing by and I thought I would stop in and see you.”

His expression softened.

“Were you asleep?” Her smile dropped, features turning to concern as she eyed him closely.

Roy shook his head. “I just lay down for a couple of minutes before you knocked. I wasn’t asleep though.” A cool blast of air breezed into his apartment, making him shiver. “Would you like to come inside?”

Her bright smile made his heart flutter and his breath catch in his throat.

“Thank you, sir.” Bending at the waist, she picked up a brown paper bag that had been at her feet. “Apologies for interrupting your sleep, though.”

Roy waved her off. He’d take seeing Riza over a nap any day. “There’s nothing to worry about. I probably shouldn’t anyway,” he smiled sheepishly, thinking about how he may not sleep that night if he napped now. “What have you brought with you?”

Riza stepped inside as he closed and locked the door behind her. “Well, I have a proposition for you after the long week we’ve had.”

“Oh?”

She lifted the bag and gestured towards it. “Dinner?”

He blinked at her. The Lieutenant was full of surprises this evening. “Dinner,” he echoed back to her, wondering if he’d heard her correctly.

Riza nodded. “Yes,” she replied casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “You mentioned you wanted to try out a new recipe on Tuesday so I picked up some ingredients and brought them over.”

He just continued to stare at her, stunned.

“If I’m imposing, I can leave. That’s not a problem. I understand and don’t want to interrupt your plans –”

“No.”

Riza halted, pausing at the sudden interruption. “I’m sorry?”

Recovering, Roy collected himself as his brain finally caught up with what was happening. “Don’t leave,” he clarified “please. You… You brought me dinner?”

“I thought it might be a nice way for us both to unwind. Plus, it’s been a stressful time recently and someone needs to make sure you’re eating properly. I’ve seen how many cups of coffee you’ve consumed in a day, sir,” she added, “and you need sustenance, not caffeine.”

He still couldn’t quite believe it. She’d been so thoughtful and had picked up and noticed something he’d mentioned in a passing comment. Even Roy couldn’t remember mentioning the recipe.

God, he loved this woman. So much.

His approach was sudden and slightly unexpected for Riza. Her expression was quizzical as she wondered what he was up to, but her eyes popped open wide when he gently cupped her face within his hands and lowered his lips to hers.

Their kiss was slow and tender. He poured every ounce of love he felt for her into it as he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. When Riza sighed into their kiss, Roy’s heart soared.

“Thank you,” he breathed, only pulling far enough away so that he could move his lips freely.

“You’re welcome, sir –”

“No,” he interrupted, kissing her again. His hands lowered from her face to wrap tightly around her back. He hugged her close to his body yet felt like he couldn’t get close enough.

Her expression was puzzled once more after she pulled away for breath. Her fingers dug into his shoulders for support. “No?”

“Not ‘sir’,” he clarified. “Not tonight.”

Her hand lifted to cup his cheek while the softest smile spread across her face. “All right, Roy.”

*          *          *

Dinner was beautiful. They’d enjoyed cooking it together, laughing and chatting away about simple things, rather than work. It was not lost on Roy how domestic the scene was, and it was all because of Riza. She’d been so good to him this week at the office, keeping him on track and keeping him motivated, and this gesture finished the week perfectly.

With full stomachs they retreated to his couch. He grasped her hand in his as they walked the short distance. Just before they sat down, Roy lifted their joined hands and grinned, twirling Riza in place slowly as if they were dancing. Her laugh was delightful, so light, and full of joy.

Roy lay down and positioned himself against the back of the couch. He pulled Riza’s body tight against his, leaving her facing outwards. With his arm around her waist, he held on tight while she lightly caressed the skin of his wrist. Hayate made himself comfortable across from them, in front of Roy’s disused fireplace, yawning quietly. His head lowered to his paws and his eyes closed with a contended sigh.

“What are you thinking?” Roy angled his head and pressed a kiss to the side of her head, just behind her ear.

“Nothing in particular,” she replied lightly. “What about you?”

“How happy I am.”

There was a beat of silence. Riza motioned to move and Roy removed his arm from around her, already mourning the loss of her in his embrace. However, she didn’t go far. Roy moved to prop himself up on his elbow, to watch. Riza rolled over and cuddled in closer. Her body curled into his, so her head fit into the space between his elbow and his chest.

“I’m happy too,” she admitted with a soft sigh.

Roy grinned down at her.

“Tonight was lovely.”

Roy repositioned himself to be more comfortable. He leaned against the back of the couch so Riza’s face could remained pressed close to his chest. “All because of you.” Lightly, he stroked her cheek with the back of her knuckles, causing Riza to sigh quietly.

“I wanted it to be a nice surprise.”

Roy chuckled. “It was the best surprise. I can assure you.”

“Good,” she hummed, pleased.

“So you weren’t just passing by then, were you?”

Riza shook her head. “I always planned on coming over with dinner. Whether you would want me to stay or not, I wasn’t sure, but you still needed a decent meal in you, regardless. So at the very least I would have dropped the ingredients off and been on my way.”

As she spoke, Roy started to run his hands through her short hair. “I would never turn you away. You brightened up my evening immensely.”

In response, Riza dipped her head and curled in closer to him, making him smile. Roy continued to run his hands through her hair as he basked in the warmth and comfort she always brought him. As time passed, she gripped his t-shirt between her thumb and forefinger, holding onto it as she occasionally voiced with quiet sighs how relaxing his ministrations were.

“Your hair is so soft,” he murmured.

Riza hummed underneath him. Her eyes had closed as she became more relaxed.

“What if I told you I had planned on conveniently passing by your apartment tomorrow evening with my own agenda?”

Riza’s head tipped back so she could see his face. Her expression was so loving, and her eyes were sparkling with elation. It was one of the most beautiful sights Roy had ever seen.

“Really?”

“I thought about dinner too.”

Riza chuckled, dipping her head back down. “Great minds,” she murmured into his chest.

“Great minds, indeed,” Roy agreed with a quiet laugh.

“You’d do that for me?”

“Of course,” he replied without hesitation. “I would be happy to.”

The kiss she initiated was as loving as the one he’d given her earlier. It caused pure joy to course through his veins, leaving his body feeling lighter and his soul more at peace.

“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“You’re welcome,” he smirked. He pecked her lips before speaking again. “And I thought you only came here as a friend?” His teasing was light in response to their kiss.

Her answer to his question was to wrap an arm around his back, holding onto him tightly. Roy lowered himself down from his elbow. The muscles of his shoulders cramped and protested at the movement, but he didn’t care. As he lay down he pulled her flush against his body, tucking his arm underneath her neck and curling it around her head. Riza’s eyes fluttered closed as they made their own cocoon of warmth, with both their heads bowed together, foreheads touching.

Here, in her embrace, Roy felt at peace. He was home.

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@reverdies !!!!!! <3

Best friends

Juniper and Moose

[ladylunasolis]

Zutara Week 2020 - Day 1 “Reunion”

This is my first ever work for Zutara and ATLA - also my first work of any kind in years.  Zutara has always been one of my OTPs and the re-watching the show reminded me how much I love the ship.  We only had so many episodes to see them together...but this fandom keeps them alive.  This is a more Zuko-centric piece, as I really like to wonder about his POV.  Please enjoy “Reunion!”

Rating: G

It has been almost two years after the war had ended. There were some things Zuko had a more challenging time with as new Fire Lord. One was weeding out the Ozai loyalists in his councils. Second was smiling so much. He barely got used to that when he was with the rest of the gang. Of course, he didn’t necessarily need to smile but with the right people, it helped. He was initially a bit rusty with economics but with Iroh’s occasional visits and reading recommendations, Zuko made great progress.

Another area for growth was replying to the numerous gifts and letters he received from dignitaries throughout the world. After one round of answering letters took over an hour in a chair (he insisted he reply himself to make things more personal) he realized he was not quite there yet. Zuko tended to think better while pacing so he employed a transcriber.

As many things were challenging, there were many things Zuko did well. Some of these strengths include memorizing the names of his servants and being able to take into consideration the viewpoints of the needy/working class. He was for the people. He was open to hearing input, though did not hesitate to tell someone when their words were disrespectful. Although he was awkward, kids liked to talk to him.  He was great at international relations.

And he always, always replied to Katara within 2 days - in his own writing.

Katara of the Southern Water Tribe, daughter of Hakoda, waterbending master, ambassador. The girl who saved his life. Not too long after his coronation ceremony she had left to fix the rest of the world, alongside Avatar Aang. In the months that passed her departure, every time he closed his eyes he would see hers. He would see those deep blue eyes peering down at him, the first thing he would see after Azula’s attack. He remembered how they brimmed with tears. He remembered that not even the blue of Azula’s fire or hell, the blue of Azula’s lighting, could compare to the blue of Katara’s eyes.

He had wanted to say it, wanted to ask her if he was crazy to think there was something there because she felt it too right? A few days had passed after the pomp and circumstance of the coronation.  She was checking to make sure he was healing well, her glowing hands running over his exposed stomach, making his abs contract.

“So...” Katara started off shyly. She had a blush on her cheeks and a small smile, but did not meet his eye. This was it, Zuko thought. This is the moment!

“I think me and Aang are going to give this a shot. I mean this, like, me and him. Together.”  She became very flustered and brought the water back to the bowl, looking to see if any drops had fell though he damn well knew that wasn’t possible. Silence came over the two of them, except for the roaring of Zuko’s heartbeat in his ears.

He was unsure how much time has passed until Katara started to shift and stand up, brushing off invisible lint. “Okay well you’ve healed past anything serious, it’ll just be some pain—.”

“Thank you.” Zuko tied his shirt and stood up as well. He towered over Katara, who was looking down, playing with her hair. Zuko was definitely aware of the pain he would be feeling, now and for a long time coming. But it wasn’t from the agni kai. The next words kind of just came out on their own.

“Are you happy?”

Katara looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes, with a small smile. She kept eye contact for a moment, which made Zuko wonder if she was searching for something in his own eyes. Then the moment passed. “I am! I really am.”

Zuko felt the urge to say more, but another thought crossed his mind. Who was he to get in the way of her happiness? He saved her life and almost sacrificed his own, sure, but Aang had done just the same. Aang was a good kid. Aang would protect her. Aang is in love with her... With Zuko, he wasn’t even completely sure yet how he felt - he just knew that he wanted her around. But that wasn’t enough to keep her from love. So Zuko cleared his throat and returned the soft smile, placing a hand on Katara’s shoulder.

“I’m really glad.” And he meant it.

He watched her leave a few days later, after hugging both her and Aang, wishing them both safe travels and letting them know they were welcome any time.  Zuko could distinctly remember standing on the palace steps long after the air bison had disappeared into the horizon.  To distract himself from regrets, he buried himself in work.  It was effective about 90% of the time.  

Zuko would also still see Mai, and though he felt a familiarity for her it wasn’t the same as what he felt for Katara - whatever that was.  He would spend time with Mai when he could, try to get things back to where they were before he left to join the gang, but his mind would wander.  To the argument they had on Ember Island “At least I feel something!”  Or to brilliant blue.  The kisses and touches he shared with Mai paled next to what stirred within him when Katara merely said his name.

Then the letters started arriving.

The letters started a little more than two months after Katara and Aang left. They would come once a month, or two if they were closer. They started off with many “we went to” “we met with” “we did.” After another seven or eight months it was mostly Katara writing about her day and asking about Zuko’s day.

The fruit in the Earth kingdom are great, but I still like the Fire Nation’s better. Especially that one that’s soft and yellow in the middle.  I forgot the name.  But nothing beats sea prunes! You have to try some next time you come here.

Despite Mai’s lack of expression, Zuko knew she was very perceptive.  Try as hard as he could, he wasn’t able to ever give her all of his attention.  If he was honest, he would say he was almost desperate to forget Katara but it wasn’t fair to Mai to use her for that.  Zuko opened his mouth to say something one day and she put a hand up to stop him.

“I get it.  I don’t want to fight about it, but I never want to speak to you again either.”  That stung, because in a way she was pretty much his only friend in the nation, but he knew it must have hurt her worse.  And so he buried himself completely in work and firebending training.

A year after the war ended and peace had begun, a conference was held at the Fire Nation palace.  It was decided the leaders of each nation would come together to encourage international coordination and morale between the nations.  Zuko had fought against those Ozai-loyalists daily to combat the ideals that the Fire Nation was the best of all.  He had advocated diligently to open their eyes to how the other nations work, to be able to learn from them, and to share the Fire Nation’s ways without having to over their land.

Plus, it would be a good chance to see his friends again.

On the day of the Conference of Peace Zuko awoke even earlier than usual and went through some of his firebending forms.  He felt jittery, shaky, alert.  But he was excited.  Him, Zuko, excited!  He was sitting in the conference chamber an hour before the meeting started that day.  It had been too long since he had seen Katara.  Is she taller?  Is her hair done in the same way?  Will she still smile when she sees me?

Then the nerves set in.  Am I taller?  Am I fitting into my royal robes well enough?  Wait, are the royal robes too much?  I know Katara’s not the type to—.  He had to shake his head quickly, before his thoughts ran away with him.  “It doesn’t matter anyway, because she’s with Aang.  So stupid.”

When Sokka came announced as Water Tribe Ambassador, Zuko had to grit his teeth to curb his initial reaction.  Sokka was charming and cheerful as usual.  “What’s up, Fire Lord?  I’m here reppin’ the Water Tribe!”  He wrapped an arm around Zuko’s shoulders and leaned into him.

“H-Hey, Sokka,” Zuko managed.  He cleared his throat.  “It’s great to see you.  Uh where’s Katara?”

“Oh yeah, so right before she was gonna leave I guess almost all of the village got sick with something they haven’t seen before.  Katara had been healing for days but it’s something that needs multiple treatments or something.  Wait, you didn’t get a letter?  Well I guess I got here before the letter since I’ve been traveling closer with Suki.”

At this point they heard the unmistakable groan of an air bison and Aang landed Appa in the square, and from far away they could see his arm up and waving.  Everyone will remember that first conference as one where Fire Lord Zuko was informative, but his expression hardly changed the entire time.  Some would say he was even a little surly.

Zuko caught up with Sokka and Aang and while it was truly great to see them, he couldn’t help but wonder where Katara’s letter was.  As curious as he was about her, he wasn’t going to bombard her brother and her boyfriend for information.  Sure enough, he had found her letter at the end of the second day.

I’m so sorry Zuko, my people need me.  Even though people are recovering it’s taking multiple rounds of healing for each person and I’m the only one who can heal at this pace.  By the time you read this Sokka will probably have told you already.  But I just wanted you to know I really did want to see youand everyone.

The last words seemed to be scribbled together, like she had an afterthought to add  “and everyone” over where she originally placed a period after “you.”  I’m probably just imagining it - the thought flooded Zuko’s mind, but he was able to sit up late and respond.

You’re right, Sokka did get to me first.  But don’t worry, your people come first and I’m wishing them all a quick recovery.  They have a great healer there after all, Master Katara.  Zuko paused, before continuing on.  It would have been great to see you, too.  Hopefully that will happen some time soon.

After the conference, there were no letters for a month or two.  Needless to say, Zuko berated himself.  “Scared her off,” he muttered to himself, throwing a towel into a soiled linen basket.  He had just finished some training, taking his frustration out on himself.  Zuko noted there was a mail delivery and his eyes lit up when he saw the blue water tribe symbol.  He opened it eagerly and skimmed through the long letter.

. . . Anyways, I love being home.  It’s nice to be with family and wear my furs, though I’ve been growing a bit so I may have to get new ones soon!  I’ve been so busy ever since 2 of the kids found out they can waterbend.  Being home does sometimes feel different though.  I guess it just takes a little getting used to for me to be back here because this is the longest I’ve been home or even 1 place since me and Sokka found Aang.  But since Aang and I broke up, I just decided to stay here for a bit.  We’re still friends, probably better friends than girlfriend-boyfriend, but thought that the space would be good.

Zuko stopped.  “Since Aang and I broke up…”  A fire lit within him.  He read it over again in disbelief.  This was his chance!  Finally!  He was going to-!  Zuko shook himself, and ran a hand over his face, eyes skimming the letter over.  “No.  Come on, Zuko, she probably doesn’t want to be jumped on after a break up.  They were together a while.  How long have they been broken up for anyway?”

After some thought, and calming exercises, he picked up a quill.  Zuko wrote out the general greetings and response to the daily activities she had in her letter.  He hesitated and continued on.

I’m sorry to hear about you and Aang but that’s great you two are still friends.  As you know, it doesn’t always end up that way.  I’m sure you two will continue working on making the world a better place.

Zuko grimaced as he read his letter over.  Before he could change his mind, he rolled the scroll up and went to the aviary.

The letters were different from then on.

I was really missing the turtleducks today! I wonder if those babies are all grown up now!  Remember when you first showed them to me?  We had so much fun.

The sunsets here are great, but sometimes I think about the sunsets in the Fire Nation.  They’re completely opposite but still just as beautiful.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing all that I can to help people, or if I should be doing more.  I’m doing great work here I know but I’m thinking about traveling again, learning more and bringing that knowledge back home.

Zuko would reply.  He started to confide in her his fears and insecurities, in response to her becoming vulnerable with him too.  

Those turtleduck babies have gotten bigger, but there are always more born every year.  It would be nice to have a picnic by the pond to introduce you to them.

Next time you’re here, you have to see a sunset from my favorite spot.  I’ll take you.  And you’re right, opposites can both be equally great.  Before I got to know you, I never knew water could be so strong and beautiful.

I know how you feel.  Even though I’m seeing changes it can feel like I’m still fighting a battle.  Sometimes I just get tired, but I just have to keep going.  Sometimes broadening our horizons are the best ways to help our people.

The second Conference of Peace was approaching in another two months’ time.  Of course, Zuko had invited Katara to be Water Tribe Ambassador once more and he waited with bated breath for her answer.

Zuko, of course I’ll be there!  I can’t miss it two years in a row.  I actually wanted to let you know, I was thinking of spending time there before the conference.  I’m in the Earth Kingdom right now.  I traveled here since my last letter, thanks to your encouragement!  Since we’ve been talking about the Fire Nation and things I haven’t seen yet, I thought it would be a good chance to do a little bit of that before we have to all talk business.  But if it’s not a good idea, or if you’re too busy, I understand.

Zuko, who had been working on the speed of his replies, replied and sent right after he read her letter.

Of course you’re welcome to come.  I would love to have you here.

Weeks later, Fire Lord Zuko stood on the docks, staring out to sea.  Many citizens were quick to recognize him and Zuko gave each of them a nod of his head or a wave.  He knew this was a little odd, but he didn’t care.  He was finally going to see Katara again.  They had so little time together in person before she had to depart so he didn’t really know what to call his feelings then.  All he knew was he cared enough about her to give his life.  That had not changed with Zuko, but he now knew what he feels for her now.

He saw Katara on deck, leaning on the railing, before she saw him.  Her chestnut hair was partially up, hair loops still in tact.  She was wearing a new blue outfit that matched the tan of her skin.  And her smile when she saw him was brighter than the sun.  He noticed the way she flicked her wrist, and the sudden wave that brought the ship closer even quicker.

She made her way down the dock and Zuko had to remind himself he is the damn Fire Lord, look noble!  But he sure as hell still felt like a teenager despite his age making him an official adult now.  He wanted to run and hug her but was able to control himself enough to take a few steps towards the smiling waterbender.

“Hi Zuko,” Katara said, and her voice was a song to his ears.  Better than any song he ever heard on music night, by far.  She smiled up at him, because even though she had grown a little he had grown a lot.  “It’s been too long.”

And then he looked into those eyes, just as blue and expressive as he remembered them.  They had haunted him in the most tormenting way but now that his eyes were meeting her’s again, all the pain was worth it.

“You’re right, Katara.  It has been.”  And Zuko smiled, the emotions reaching his golden eyes.  His smile was a promise - a promise to show her everything she wanted to see, and that he wasn’t going to take this chance for granted.  Not ever again.

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High Notes

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Chapter Six

  The day went by quickly and Thomas didn’t have much time to ponder the almost kiss he had with Alastair or the girl's from the coffee shop’s words until dinner that night. Lucie and Cordelia had gone and had an early dinner with Alastair and the other boys had decided to have a late dinner and go ahead and knock the rest of their rehearsal out. 

   James and Christopher were in a deep discussion about dress rehearsal they had tomorrow and Thomas found himself, once again, under the scrutinizing gaze of Matthew. Thomas moved the fry around on his plate, his hamburger long forgotten. He was too anxious to eat anyway. “Who started it?” Matthew asked in a quiet voice. Thomas raised an eyebrow, “Math I have no earthly idea what you’re talking about.” He said innocently shrugging, Matthew just glared.

   “Stop it, we both know you do.” They held eye contact for a minute and Thomas was reminded vaguely of a dominance match between dogs. Thomas gave up with a huff and looked back down at his fries again. “I honestly don’t know. I had a panic attack and then we were just walking and then it just kind of… happened. Lord, that sounds dull.” Matthew smirked at him and Thomas groans, burying his head in his hands. Matthew laughs softly and James looks over at them. “What are we talking about?” James asked, propping his chin on Matthew’s shoulder so he could see Thomas. 

   Thomas had sat in this booth first, Matthew had sat next to Thomas and then James, the social anxiety impersonation he is, sat next to Matthew instead of sitting in the booth with Christopher. Which led to Thomas, Matthew, and James being squished together and Christopher propping his legs up in his practically empty booth.

   They had to sit in the back because most places they go they get noticed by fans and won’t get any peace. It was a habit now (for their band and Alastair and the girls) to ask for a spot in the back or off in a corner somewhere when they went out to eat.

   “We’re talking about Thomas and Alastair almost kissing.” Matthew said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Christopher choked on his drink and James looked at Thomas with wide eyes. “When did that happen!” Christopher said when he had stopped choking. Thomas was sure he resembled a tomato at this point.

   He hit Matthew, who was still laughing hysterically, in the arm and slumped further in his seat, hating his height more than anything at the moment. “When we found them, they were about to kiss and then we stumbled upon them and they didn’t.” Matthew frowned and slumped against James. “What a bunch of cock blocks we are.” Matthew said as if it were him that didn’t get to kiss someone he wanted to. 

   Thomas found himself laughing at Matthew’s forlorn expression and James’s still too wide eyes. “Nothing really happened. We were just walking and talking. We were actually trying to find you guys because I told Matthew twenty minutes and then I realized I was late because I didn’t have my phone on. Sorry about that Math, I know you worry. So I was trying to-”

   Matthew cut him off with a raised hand. “Stop rambling it’s okay. I was just picking and James was just a little shocked.” Matthew finished with a shape jab to James’ ribs which seemed to snap James out of his daze. James nodded enthusiastically before looking at Matthew with a wide smile. “Oh my god otp Matthew OTP!” Matthew and Christopher burst out laughing and Thomas slumped impossibly further in his chair. Why did they always have to pick on him?

   Matthew dropped his hand on Thoams’ shoulder and Thomas looked at him. Matthew was looking at him with a look that was strictly reserved for James, Thomas, and Christopher. A soft look that was often off putting since he was constantly annoyed or making a joke out of everything and anything.

   “You know Tommy we only pick on you because it’s easy with how embarrassed you get. We love you and as much as I dislike Alastair I think you two would be good for each other. Plus,” He added a wink that made Thomas blush before he even heard the next part. “I think you could teach him some well needed manners.” Thomas laughed softly and gave Mattew a pointed look. 

   “You really shouldn’t make fun of my pining, saying as it is not nearly as bad as yours was.” Matthew put his hand to his chest in mock hurt. “You wound me Thomas. Anyhow even if that was accurate,” He turned to James and stuck his tongue out boyishly. “Which it wasn’t,” He turned back to Thomas who was smiling at his friends. “It isn’t my fault you’re too nice and didn’t pick on me when you had the chance.” Thomas rolled his eyes.

   It was common knowledge that Thomas was nice, it was why the fans had dubbed him the ‘Kind One’ or ‘Gentle Giant’ as some others called him. He hated that one thought, gentle giant made him sound dull. They had dubbed Matthew as the ‘Sexy One’, James the ‘Mysterious One’, and Christopher, well Christopher was his own category.

   Thomas pushed Matthew playfully and Matthew fell back dramatically accidentally falling on James, causing him to fall out of the seat. “Jesus Math, be careful.” James said taking Matthew’s outstretched hand and getting back to his feet, Matthew was too busy laughing to listen to him.

   Thomas sat back watching them, his brothers by all means but blood, and smiled. How did he get so lucky?

   When it was time to go back to the hotel rooms, which they were staying in when they weren’t on the road, they all split ways smiling and wishing each other goodnight. Thomas followed Christopher to their room. There were two beds so Thomas knew he could stand staying with Christopher.

   Thomas showered as soon as they got to the hotel. Some people thought it was weird but Thomas showered twice a day and washed his hair at least once a day. Matthew always picked on it but Thomas just shrugged it off he didn’t feel clean if he didn’t wash his hair.

   Thomas took his time feeling the hot water wash off the stress of the day. As soon as he had got to the quiet hotel room the fans from the diner’s words came back to him. He knew he would spend too much time thinking about this.

   He got out of the shower about 40 minutes later and ran his towel through his hair shaking it out. He flopped gracelessly on the bed and groaned. Christopher was fast asleep on the bed next to him, the sound he was making strongly reminded Thomas of a lawnmower.

   Thomas grabbed his phone, turned the brightness down, as he began feeling the beginning of a headache, and read the texts he had received. 

Matthew Unfairchild:

Sleep well dream of your knight in shining armor <3

   Thomas scoffed and replied,

Tommy:

We all know I’m more into Prince Charming. <3

   He opened a text from Lucie and smiled at her picture. It was a picture from the first time they went to Disney World. No one else would go with her, Cordelia didn’t like it because she couldn’t stand the lines and decided it was no more magical than Six Flags. James and Matthew had claimed too manly (however it turned out they went two months before without telling anyone), and Christopher, bless his soul, wouldn’t stop going on and on about the mechanisms in the rides and that just made everyone untrustworthy of the shaky rides.

   So Thomas had gone with her and they had stayed for two days, riding rides and meeting characters. The picture that made her profile was of her in front of Cinderella’s castle with a bunch of fireworks going off in the background. She was mid jump and a look of pure happiness plastered on her face, she had an ice cream cone in her hand however the ice cream was mid fall.

   It was Thomas’ all time favorite picture of her and he was quietly proud of his photography skills. Lucie’s parents, Tessa and Will, had taken one look at the picture and demanded it be framed and hung on the wall of their house. Thomas was proud of that too.

   

Luce <33:

Matthew told me what happened. I'm so mad at myself. You two were finally gonna kiss and I messed it up I’m so sorry Tommy.

   Thomas laughed and shook his head. It seemed everyone was rooting for them and Thomas was quietly pleased. Thomas just hoped he wasn’t going off of false hope.

Tommy:

It’s fine sweetie don’t worry about it. I wasn’t thinking anyway.

   Thomas checked his other text to find pictures of Barbara’s engagement ring and a video of her telling our parents about her engagement. Thomas smiled slightly and watched the video with the volume on low knowing exactly how his mom would react. He did however have to turn it up when he couldn’t hear the video over Christopher’s snoring.

   He watched as Barbara casually, without words, held up her engagement ring for them to see. Sophie’s hands automatically came up to cover her mouth as her eyes started watering dangerously. Gideon however stared at it not comprehending yet. “He did not!” Sophie all but screamed. He listened as Barbara and Oliver started laughing. 

   Gideon’s mouth fell open slightly, understanding brightening his eyes. He walked over quickly and hugged her, Sophie joining quickly. The video ended then and Thomas sent his sister a text.

Tommy:

Aww! They’re so proud! I’m proud of you. It was about time Oliver took the next step! Love you tons miss you more!

   Thomas opened the last unread message and furrowed his eyebrows, it was an unknown number. Thomas opened it and felt a smile stretching across his face. 

Unknown Number:

Hey I asked Lucie for your number hope you don’t mind.

Unknown Number:

It’s Alastair btw lol

   Thomas let out a happy sound that immediately made him blush even though Christopher wasn’t awake to hear it. Thomas took a few calming breaths cursing himself for acting like a little girl with a crush.

Tommy:

Oh hey I don’t mind sorry for responding late

   Thomas stared down at the message, that was cool right? Not too eager, not too pushy. Thomas sighed roughly and put his phone on the nightstand by their beds. Thomas closed his eyes and replayed the events of the day, the practicing, the boys trying to convince him to sing at a concert, the girls words which were still ringing in his ears much to his dismay, and Alastair. 

   Daring Alastair with his stupid dyed hair and his face that lights up constantly. Thomas shook his head as if he could physically fling the thoughts from his head. He got up knowing he wasn’t going to be able to sleep yet. Christopher was making sure of that. Thomas knew in the back of his mind that he was probably going to end up in James and Matthew’s room.

   Thomas got up and picked up his guitar. It had been a long day and he had written a song but he didn’t want to play it for anyone yet. It was deeper than his normal ones, it was more just words he needed out of his head. Thomas huffs loudly the girls words playing on repeat in his head, he could tell he was getting a migraine but he bit back the pain and started strumming.

I don't know why I just feel I'm better off

Stayin' in the same room I was born in

I look outside and see a whole world better off

Without me in it tryin' to transform it

You are out of my mind, oh

You aren't seein' my side, oh

You waste all this time tryin' to get to me

But you are out of my mind, yeah

Listen, I know

This one's a contradiction because of how happy it sounds

But the lyrics are so down

It's okay though

Because it represents, wait, better yet it is

Who I feel I am right now

You are out of my mind, oh

You aren't seein' my side, oh

You waste all this time tryin' to get to me

But you are out of my mind

Heard you say, "Not today"

Tore the curtains down, windows open, now make a sound

Heard your voice, "there's no choice"

Tore the curtains down, windows open, now make a noise

Oh, don't you test me, no

Just because I play the piano

Doesn't mean I, I'm not willin' to take you down

I'm sorry

I'm, I'm out of my mind, oh

I'm not seein' things right, oh

I waste all this time tryin' to run from you

But I'm, I'm out of my mind

Heard you say, "Not today"

Tore the curtains down, windows open, now make a sound

Heard your voice, "there's no choice"

Tore the curtains down, windows open, now make a noise

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, oh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, oh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

You are out of my mind

You aren't seein' my side

You waste all this time tryin' to get to me

But you are out of my mind

Heard you say, "Not today"

Tore the curtains down, windows open, now make a sound

Heard your voice, "there's no choice"

Tore the curtains down, windows open, now make a noise

   Thomas sighed and sat his guitar down rubbing his forehead with one hand. He got migraines when he had stressful days, which in all honesty were more often than not. Maybe he could ask Matthew for migraine medicine, he was sure to have some.

   Thomas got up and jot down a message telling Christopher where he went in case he woke up, which wasn’t likely but he didn’t want to risk it. He put some sunglasses on because the yellow lighting in the halls made his head worse and walked down to James and Matthew’s room which was only three doors down.

   Everyone knew where the others were sleeping in case of emergency or if they just wanted to hang out. 

   Thomas was about to knock when he heard some noises coming from inside. He furrowed his eyebrows wondering the hell they could be doing to make that racket. He could hear the bed hitting the wall and realization dawned on him. Crap.

   Thomas whined softly knowing that he couldn’t get Matthew’s medicine now. He blushed furiously and walked away from their door quickly trying to erase the noises he had just heard. He sighed and shook his head stopping for a moment when a sharp wave of pain hit him and he stumbled slightly.

   Thomas put his hand on the wall and walked slowly to Lucie and Cordelia’s room slowly, waiting for the room to stop spinning. He cursed when he stood in front of the door. He knocked sharply not wanting to be too loud in case they were asleep. He stood there for a few minutes before he turned to head back to his room deciding to wait it out.

   The door opened as Thomas took his second step. Thomas let out a noise of relief. “Lucie-” He started softly before realizing that it wasn’t Lucie standing there, it wasn’t Cordelia either. It was Alasatiar.

   Thomas looked at him for a while trying to wrap his head around why Alastair was there before slowly realizing that this wasn’t the girls room it was Alastair’s. Thomas groaned loudly and stumbled slightly. Alastair’s eyes, normally playful and joyous, were now darkening; he was practically scowling and Thomas shrunk away.

   “Lightwood please don’t tell me you’re wasted.” Alastair said glaring Thomas shook his head and promptly sat down when the room spun too fast. Thomas let out an exasperated laugh. Alastair was now looking at him with concern, all annoyance gone. “Lightwood what’s wrong with you?” He said squatting down so he was eye level with Thomas.

   Thomas looked at him in confusion before shrugging trying to ignore the pounding in his head. He hadn’t meant to be here and it was quite embarrassing to be a stumbling, collapsing mess in front of someone he cared so much to impress or at least not embarrass himself in front of. Alastair’s eyes narrowed, not a glare, but a look that said stop lying.

  “Thomas you all but collapsed in front of me and you’re saying there’s nothing wrong?” Thomas let out a small noise. “James and Matthew are shagging.” Alastair’s eyebrows shot up. That was obviously not what he was expecting, Thomas laughed. “And this affects you and I how?” I close my eyes, the pain radiating and pulsing in my head. 

   “I needed his medicine.” I explain quietly trying to show him he needed to be quiet. He seemed to take the message because the next time he spoke it was significantly quieter. “Thomas what medicine?” Thomas furrowed his brows trying to think of the name giving up quickly when that just made the pain in his head worse. He really really hated migraines.

   “Thomas,” Alastair said, now kneeling in front of Thomas. He looked slightly desperate and Thomas took a moment to appreciate that he had never seen Alastair look like that before. “Thomas come on what medicine.” I pat his shoulder and stand up shakily. “It’s alright I actually meant to go to Lucie’s room.” 

   Alasatir gave him a serious look and took his hand gently leading him inside the cold hotel room. “Thomas just come here and what medicine do you need?” Thomas didn’t even try to fight him, knowing Alastair was too stubborn to let him go easily. He was attempting to ignore the fact that his head was steadily getting worse and how his stomach was flipping dangerously. “Migraine.” Thomas said simply, answering Alastair’s question as best he could. Alastair looked at him wearily. 

   “Is that what’s going on? You have a migraine?” Thomas nodded and that was all it took to push him overboard. Thomas gasped and stood up quickly stumbling to the bathroom and barely making it in time to empty out his stomach in the toilet. He felt a hand on his back and soothing words but the burn in his throat and throbbing in his head was all he could think about.

   “Thomas, I’m going to go get some medicine okay? Do you want me to stay or are you going to be okay for a minute?” Thomas just groaned in response and continued emptying his stomach contents. He honestly didn’t believe he had much in his stomach because he hadn’t eaten much that day but he was being proven wrong.

   He felt the hand leave his back and he threw up a little more before sitting back and resting his back on the bathtub. Thomas groaned in embarrassment when he realized that not only had he accidentally come to Alastair’s room, collapsed in front of him, and was dragged into his room, but he had also thrown up in front of him.

   Thomas didn’t get much time to ponder that thought because Alastair came back with pills and water. His face was calm but his eyes were slightly panicked. Thomas wondered if he was the only one who could see it or if Alastair just showed it obviously.

   Thomas took the water gratefully and drank it quickly, onl stopping when Alastair put a hand on his and carefully lowered it, taking the glass with it. “I brought you some medicine too. It’s not migraine medicine but it should help a little.” Thomas nodded, head still throbbing and took the small pills Alastair had offered him. He threw them back easily and swallowed them dry, taking the drink back from Alastair’s frozen hand.

   Alastair was watching him with a dark look in his eyes, something Thomas couldn’t place but he knew it wasn’t bad. Not the kind of look Alastair had when he thought Thomas was drunk. Thomas shuddered and finished the water. Alastair helped him up and put his arm around Thomas’ waist to keep him steady.

   Thomas flopped on the bed, not unlike he had earlier that night and sighed. His stomach didn’t feel as bad but his head was still pounding. Alastair sighed and sat up against the headboard, holding his arm out, inviting Thomas closer. 

   Thomas didn’t have to be told twice. He all but collapsed on Alastair’s lap. Thomas hummed contentedly as Alastair ran his fingers through his hair. Thomas grunted when he couldn’t find a comfortable position with his sunglasses off. Alastair gently tugged his glasses off and Thomas groaned as a new wave of pain hit him when his eyes saw the light. Alastair quickly blocked the light with his hand and leaned over to turn off the lamp.

   The room was plunged into darkness and Thomas just cuddled deeper into Alastair’s lap. He could vaguely remember that this wasn’t his room and he shouldn’t be doing this but need to sleep, most likely due to the pills, was overwaying his ability to freak out properly. When Alastair started humming he couldn’t keep himself aware of much anymore. 

   One thing Thomas was aware of was the fact that Alastair’s fingers felt good in his hair. Thomas wondered what it felt like to run his fingers through Alastair’s hair. To bring his face closer. To kiss him. 

   There were so many things he wanted to do and a massive inability to do any of it. Thomas was decidedly ready to tell Alastair how he felt. If he were any more awake he might have even done it right then, but he knew he was far too gone to do it.

   Thomas listened to Alastair’s quiet humming and decided that he would tell him over a song. Thomas shifted slightly so his head was resting more on Alastair’s thigh and smiled tiredly. “Alastair?” The man in question made a noise in place of an answer. “I’m going to sing my song.” He realized too late that that probably made no sense whatsoever but it seemed Alastair understood because he beamed at Thomas and ruffled his hair slightly. “I’m glad. I love hearing you sing. I’m proud of you for deciding to do it.” 

   Thomas hummed non-committedly. “Only for you.” He mumbled before his eyes slipped closed against his will and his mind gave way to dreams. He could have sworn right before he fell asleep that he felt someone kiss his head, but he chalked it up to sleep and want.