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Felix is sick after flying

Firstly, I just wanna say that I'm sleep deprived as shit.

Secondly, I wanna say i'm so excited for the Sunday Sickness thing proposed by our whump fic queen (@bellysoupset)

Lastly, I love this one. These two are adorable ❤️❤️❤️!!

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Atticus kept looking at his watch. He was impatient and fidgety as he waited by the airport gate for his boyfriend.

Felix had gone to visit his mom in London, and he’d been gone for two whole weeks. Atticus missed him a lot.

He tapped his foot and tapped his fingers. Finally, people started walking through the gate. He watched carefully, trying to spot his short boyfriend in the sea of people. And then he spotted him.

Felix saw him, too, and ran to him, dropping his suitcase and backpack halfway there before throwing himself into Atticus’s waiting arms.

Atticus squeezed Felix and Felix laughed.

“I missed you,” Atticus said.

“Really?” Felix said. “Because every single text you sent me and every single phone call didn’t make that clear.”

Atticus blushed and pulled away enough to look Felix in the eye before leaning back in and pressing a long, loving kiss to his lips. Felix’s hands tangled in his hair, and he pulled the blonde tighter against himself.

Finally, they got Felix’s stuff—Atticus being the gentleman he is and carrying it all—and they went to the parking lot and left the airport.

The airport was two hours away from their apartment, and after about thirty minutes on the road, Atticus noticed Felix dozing off in his seat. He wasn’t surprised. It was only early in the night there—the sun had just set—but he knew it was well past midnight in London and Felix was still on London time.

Atticus turned down his music on the radio so his boyfriend could sleep in peace.

He drove in silence, listening to the sound of Felix’s breathing. When they were just twenty minutes away, Felix started to stir in his sleep. He blinked awake and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Atticus cast a look at him. “You okay?”

Felix nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yeah. I think it’s just some delayed air sickness or something.”

Raising a brow, Atticus asked, “Is that a thing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? You’re the medicine major, aren’t you?” Felix groaned again. “Since when are the roads in Tucson so bumpy?”

Atticus cast a confused look at Felix. The roads aren’t bumpy, he thought. “Do you feel like you’re gonna be sick?”

Felix shook his head. “No,” he said. Then he paused, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. “Actually, yes.”

Atticus’s eyes widened. “Shit. Okay, there’s a gas station right here. Just give me a second to—”

But it was too late. Saliva flooded Felix’s mouth and the Coca-Cola he’d drank on the plane ride came back up in a slow, painful gush.

Atticus cursed under his breath as he pulled into the gas station parking lot and put the car in park before cupping Felix’s forehead to steady him as he puked.

“You’re okay, baby,” he said. “You’re okay.”

Felix wasn’t puking anymore. Two gushes, and he was done. Now he realized what a mess he’d made of his pants and his boyfriend’s car.

He was about to apologize, but it was as if Atticus was reading his mind because the brunette suddenly said, “It’s fine. My car is old as hell, and it’s way overdo for a cleaning anyway.”

After another minute, Felix told Atticus he was fine.

Atticus knew that Felix didn’t get carsick. This was something else.

He went inside the gas station to get some plastic bags, and then they were on the road again.

“We’ll be home soon. Don’t worry,” he said when Felix made a pained sound.

Felix closed his eyes and tried not to focus on the movement of the car. His head was pounding, but this didn’t feel like one of his migraines. He didn’t know what this felt like.

It felt like forever before the car came to a stop, but Felix didn’t even notice the car was parked until Atticus said his name and he opened his eyes. He still felt like the car was moving on a bumpy road.

“Hey, Baby,” Atticus said softly, reaching out a hand to cup Felix’s cheek. “What’s wrong? You look pale. You’re sweaty, too.”

“Am I feverish?”

Atticus narrowed his eyes a bit and continued to feel Felix’s cheek and forehead. “Actually, no,” he said. “You feel clammy, but not warm.”

Felix involuntarily leaned further into Atticus’s touch, eyes closing again. “I’m dizzy.”

Atticus used his thump to stroke Felix’s hair for a minute before finally getting out of the car and going around to Felix’s side. The blonde’s eyes were overly shiny, and he looked exhausted. “Jeez,” Atticus sighed. “You were fine at the airport. What happened?” Maybe it was an ear infection, throwing Felix off balance. Immediately, Atticus fell into a mental state that was stuck between concerned boyfriend and talented med-student. “Does it feel like there’s pressure in your head? Or your ear? Or is this some kind of migraine?”

Felix didn’t answer. He just leaned against Atticus’s shoulder. “Everything’s moving,” he whined. Atticus frowned. He couldn’t help but feel worried.

“Come on,” Atticus said. “Let’s go inside.”

Felix groaned once more as Atticus unbuckled his seatbelt and guided him out of the car. As soon as he was on his feet, he swayed. Atticus quickly steadied him and cursed under his breath.

Before Felix knew it, his boyfriend had picked him up bridal style and was carrying him into the apartment building.

Atticus’s apartment was on the first floor, so they were inside it in no time.

“Maybe you should’ve taken me to my dorm,” Felix said while burying his face in Atticus’s shirt. “If I’m sick, I don’t want to make you sick.”

Atticus looked down at the blonde as he carried him into his bedroom. “But wouldn’t you make your roommate sick then?”

“Oh, screw that bloody wanker. I hate him and I don’t give two shits if he gets sick or not. He annoys the hell out of me.”

Atticus was tempted to say that he should move in with him in that case, but he kept himself from doing so. He wasn’t sure whether or not they’d been together long enough to take that step, even though Felix was practically almost always at his place anyway.

He brought Felix into his bathroom and steadied him on his feet before handing the blonde a clean shirt and some sweatpants. He waited outside the bathroom, giving Felix privacy to change. Finally, Felix opened the bathroom door, leaning heavily on the door frame. Atticus picked him up again and carried him to his bed.

He laid Felix down and pulled the sheets over him.

Felix made a pained noise in his throat and shifted a lot, trying to find a position that didn’t make it feel like the world was rocking wildly on a boat.

Atticus sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Felix’s hair. He had no idea what to do. He didn’t have the patience at the moment to read through his medicine textbooks to see if he could find anything.

Finally, he pulled out his phone and opened a website he used a lot for research on his papers and essays. He searched up delayed airsickness and sicknesses commonly gotten on planes and whatever else he could think to search up.

He was researching for so long that Felix finally found the least uncomfortable of the uncomfortable positions and was trying to keep himself as still as possible with his eyes squeezed shut.

Finally, Atticus found something.

“Hey, baby?” he said softly. Felis peeked one eye open ever so slightly, indicating that he was listening. “What does it feel like?”

Felix shut his eye again and sighed. “It feels like I’m on a boat or something. I’m really dizzy, Atti.”

Atticus nodded. “Are you nauseous?”

Felix nodded his head a little bit.

“Tired? Like, fatigue?”

Another nod.

“Cognitive impairment?”

Felix opened his eyes and peered at Atticus, a brow raised. “What the bloody hell is. . . whatever it is you said?”

“It’s, like, when you can’t focus. Or have trouble concentrating.”

Felix shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Atticus nodded. “I think you have disembarkment syndrome. It’s not serious—it’s just motion sickness and vertigo that comes after a plane ride—but I think sleep would do you a world of good. This says it’s best of you stay really still, and it also says that it should only last about 24 hours.”

Felix’s brows furrowed. “Only?!”

Atticus chuckled, most of his anxiety leaving his shoulders. “Hey, it’s better than some week-long bug or something. And the treatment is literally to just stay lying down until it passes. Which means”—he paused as he walked around the bed, climbing onto his side and snuggling close to Felix, hugging him tight—“we have 24 hours of cuddling ahead of us.”

Felix couldn’t help it. He smiled at his giant teddy bear of a boyfriend.

In Atticus’s arms, Felix felt slightly steadier. He cuddled closely to Atticus, letting his eyes fall shut and falling into the sleep that his body was begging for.

“Atti?” Felix groaned sleepily after a second.

“Hmm?”

Felix smiled. “I missed you, too.”

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TW: SA, Abusive Family, Homelessness

Leaving

“You threw a knife at me!”

My voice cracks as my mouth hangs open in astonishment.

“No, I threw it at the car!”

My fathers response is somehow both incredibly wrathful and incredibly casual, as if cars are simply where you throw knives, and I’m the one in the wrong for not recognizing that fact.

There were about a billion different thoughts running through my head at that point, but the one that won out was “I’m getting out of here.”

As soon as I stepped foot on the threshold of the garage, I heard him coming up behind me, and I felt his hands on my back shoving me out.

Like most times like this, I couldn't turn and face him, so I just kept walking.

I spent the next week crashing on couches, I did spend one night on the street, and decided it wasn't for me, so I found some guy off grindr who’d let me stay over a night or two and get crossed in exchange for some road head. Of course, as soon as I was out of it, he took it farther than that, but I’m not sure what I was expecting, I still smell him sometimes when I’m waking up from a particularly bad nightmare.

At the time, I wasn’t sure what I’d do, I needed to survive until the end of summer, but at the moment that seemed like a distant prospect.

If it wasn’t for my best friend Jameson, it would have been. He took me in after a week, and gave me a place to stay over the summer.

That’s why a week later I was back at the garage, this time though, my dad was gone, we pulled up in Jameson’s 1998 Toyota Corolla, the thing almost died in the parking lot, but he kept it running while I grabbed my fishing gear and a tool box.

In retrospect, I most regret not grabbing my retainer.

We peeled out of there as best as that shitty 4 banger could, and went back to his house.

The rest of the summer was a lot of weed, a cool fishing trip, and just us kind of vibing.

I worked at a sketchy car wash, and blew everything I made on Magic the Gathering cards.

My “family” held a going away party for me at the beginning of August, and my uncle let me drive to the airport in his car, I said goodbye to everyone, and hopped on a plane headed towards Arizona.

I remember stepping off at Tucson International, and it kind of hit me that “oh shit, I’m 2500 miles from everyone and everything I’d ever known, then again, maybe that’s for the better.”

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If you're flying into or out of Tucson International Airport, you'll need to know the best way to park. The airport has four parking lots that serve different needs. The Economy Parking Lot is the cheapest option and is best for travelers who are staying at the airport for less than two hours.

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When flying into Tucson International Airport, it is important to know the best way to park.

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If you are flying into Tucson for a short trip, then the best option is to park in the short-term parking lot. This will be the most expensive option, but it is also the most convenient. You will be able to park right next to the terminal, which will make it easy to get to your flight. If you are flying into Tucson for a longer trip, then the best option is to park in the long-term parking lot. This option is less expensive than short-term parking, but it is still close enough to the terminals that you will not have to walk too far.

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There are two main parking areas at the airport – the Economy Parking Lot and the Garage.

The Economy Parking Lot is the cheaper of the two main parking areas at Tucson Airport. It is located further away from the terminals than the Garage, but there is a free shuttle service that runs regularly between the Lot and the terminals.

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The Economy Parking Lot is the cheaper of the two options, but it is further from the terminals.

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The main Parking Garage is located on the west side of the airport, directly across from the terminal. It is multi-level and offers covered parking. The shuttle bus to the terminal runs every 5 minutes and takes about 5 minutes to reach the terminal.

Both the Economy Parking Lot and the main Parking Garage offer electric vehicle charging stations. The Economy Parking Lot has 6 stations, while the main Parking Garage has 12 stations.

If you're looking to save money on airport parking, the Economy Parking Lot is the best option for you. However, if you're looking for convenience, the main Parking Garage is the better choice.

The Garage is more expensive, but it is closer to the terminals.

The best way to park at Tucson Airport is to use the garage. The garage is more expensive than the other options, but it is closer to the terminals. This is ideal for people who have a lot of luggage or who are traveling with children. It is also a good option for those who are elderly or have a disability.

There are also a few off-site parking options that are cheaper than the on-site options, but they may not be as convenient.

Tucson International Airport offers several off-site parking options that are cheaper than the on-site options. However, these options may not be as convenient.

The cheapest off-site parking option is the Economy Lot, which is located across from the airport on Valencia Road. This option is only $3 per day, but it is a mile from the airport and does not offer a shuttle service.

If you don't mind spending a little bit more, there are several off-site parking lots that are closer to the airport and offer shuttle service. The closest off-site parking option is Park 'N Fly, which is located just a few minutes from the airport. This option costs $7 per day.

If you are looking for the most convenient off-site parking option, Park Place is the best choice. This option is located right next to the airport and offers a complimentary shuttle service. The downside is that it is the most expensive option, costing $15 per day.

When parking at Tucson Airport, it is important to remember to allow extra time to get to your terminal.

When parking at Tucson Airport, it is important to remember to allow extra time to get to your terminal. Parking at the airport can be a bit of a challenge, as there are a few different options and it can be hard to know which one to choose. The best way topark at Tucson Airport is to use the Park & Ride service. This service allows you to park your car in a secure lot and then take a shuttle to your terminal. The Park & Ride service is convenient and affordable, and it is the best way to ensure that you will have a spot to park when you arrive at the airport.

There are also a few electric vehicle charging stations located in the parking garage.

If you're driving an electric vehicle, there are a few things to keep in mind when parking at Tucson Airport. First, there are a limited number of electric vehicle charging stations located in the parking garage. So, if you're planning on recharging your vehicle while you're away, it's a good idea to arrive early and park in one of the designated spots.

Second, it's important to know that the electric vehicle charging stations at Tucson Airport are only for use by vehicles that are fully electric - not hybrids. So, if you're driving a hybrid, you'll need to find a regular parking spot and plug into a standard outlet.

Third, the electric vehicle charging stations at Tucson Airport are for short-term use only. If you're planning on being gone for an extended period of time, it's best to find a different spot to park and recharge your vehicle.

Fourth, the electric vehicle charging stations at Tucson Airport are coin-operated. So, you'll need to have some quarters handy in order to use them.

Finally, please be considerate of other electric vehicle drivers when using the charging stations. If you're finished charging and someone else is waiting, please move your vehicle so they can have a turn.

By following these simple guidelines, you can help make the electric vehicle charging stations at Tucson Airport a convenient and useful amenity for all.

The best way to park at Tucson Airport is to use the Park & Ride service. This service will pick you up at your terminal and take you to the Park & Ride lot, where you can leave your car. The Park & Ride service is convenient, affordable, and reliable.

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Turn Your Ghosts Into Mine (4/9)

Summary: The Archeron women have been considered witches in their little Massachusetts town of Velaris for centuries and Nesta, Elain, and Feyre are no exceptions. After witnessing a love spell gone horribly wrong, the three young girls create a spell for their perfect man, vowing they will not love until they meet this man.

That, of course, all goes out the window when adult Feyre meets Tamlin Angelov. When Arizona detectives Lucien Vanserra, Rhysand Windhaven, and Cassian Sidra arrive on their doorsteps looking for the missing man, all three Archeron women will be forced to reconcile who they are and their place in Velaris.

Practical Magic AU. Also on ao3. (Hope you all enjoy what I call, “The Start of the Simps”).

Rhys hated that knitted zombie charm Cassian insisted on buying at the Tucson International Airport on their way to Massachusetts. He hated it even more when Cassian took the felt noose around the poor zombie’s neck and hung it from the rearview mirror. It dangled and danced with every bump of the car over the small town streets, bloody eyes bulging and hooked hands reaching. After they had parked at the modest inn Detective Vanserra was staying at, Cassian lugged their suitcases from the trunk and slammed the hatch closed. Inside the car, the damned charm gave one last lurch forward. 

Rhys slammed his own door shut, peering up at the curtained window to see if any of the lights were on in Lucien’s window. Behind him, Cassian slung all their bags over his shoulder. 

“Jesus motherfu—” Cass’ voice caught in his throat as he met eyes with a young mother pushing a lacy stroller up the road. “— fudge. Mmm, I could really go for some chocolate fudge right about now. Think they have any cute little candy shops here?” 

The woman glared. Cassian offered her an apologetic smile, before trudging after his partner. 

“What the hell did you pack and why does it feel like a goddamned meteor?” he hissed to Rhys. 

“The mobile electronics Az told us to bring so we can communicate with him,” Rhys answered, snatching one of the bags so he could heave it over his own shoulder. “And you know, one of us did insist on traveling with his extended knife collection, and it wasn’t me.”

Finally giving up, Cass dropped his suitcase on the ground and pulled the handle to roll its wheels. They grinded against the aged sidewalk, rolling like a child’s backpack all the way up to Room 4B. Rhys wasted no time knocking the door. He didn’t know exactly who Lucien was expecting when he opened the door, but judging by the hopeful light in his eyes, he was expecting someone a bit more female than his two detective colleagues. His multicolored eyes took one long miffed look at the men. Then, he slammed the door in their faces. 

“Oh, come on now! Don’t be like that!” Rhys crooned, pounding the door once more. 

“Do you bastards really have to follow me all the way around the country?” came Lucien’s muffled reply. 

“It’s not by choice, if that’s what you’re wondering. If it was up to me, I’d be relaxing back home where it’s warm and sunny. Not in some small town where it looks like it’ll rain at any damned second.” Silence followed behind the door. “Let us in, Vanserra. We were called to help on the case.” 

Lucien sighed so loudly, Rhys could hear it from inside the room. Reluctantly, he slid open the door and gestured for his friends to come in. Rhys tried not to curl his lip when he took in the shoebox size of the room and the twin bed he’d have to share with Cassian. He was already considering how fucked up his back would get if he slept on the floor when Lucien leaned against the mahogany dresser. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t even have the decency to bring Azriel with you,” he commented. 

“He doesn’t have the people skills to make it worth being away from headquarters,” Cass replied. Like a fish out of water, he plopped onto the bed. The springs grated and whined at his weight. “Sounds like you haven’t gotten a chance to break this in yet,” he teased suggestively. 

Lucien rolled his eyes, arms folding over his chest. 

“What are your orders, exactly?” he asked listlessly. 

“Assist on the Angelov case as needed,” Rhys said, sticking a cigarette into his mouth. His thumb had flicked his lighter to life when Lucien gave him a disapproving stare. Stuffing the smoke back into his pocket, he continued, “Any leads so far?” 

“Tamlin’s girlfriend lives with her two sisters. Haven’t met her yet, but I have met the middle one.” There must’ve been something in the way he said it, because Cassian’s brow shot up to his hairline. 

“Have you now?” he chuckled. Lucien ignored him. 

“She definitely knows something. It was hard to tell if she was afraid of him or afraid of being caught for...whatever it is that they’re hiding. I was planning on going over to ask them a few questions this morning.” 

“Excellent. We’ll go with you,” chimed Rhys. 

“Uh uh, I’m not overwhelming these women with a bunch of western bastards on their doorstep before noon. We have to play this smart so we don’t overwhelm them.” 

“I think you’re failing to see the possibilities here,” Cassian said, back still flat on the bed. He held up a hand, three fingers pointed to the ceiling. “Three sisters, three of us. Divide and conquer.” 

Rhys let out a low chuckle. “Coming from you, that sounds filthy. But you do have a point. Maybe it’ll seem less like an infiltration of their home and more of an afternoon with guests if we split up.”

“You can leave Elain to me, then,” said Lucien.

“There there, boss. We won’t go after your girl,” Cass promised. Lucien rolled his eyes again, but Rhys caught him blushing in the dated mirror against the wall. “Maybe if we’re lucky, they’ll make us breakfast.” 

“Don’t hold your breath,” Lucien grumbled. He threw his brown jacket over his shoulder and opened the door. “We’ll walk.” He was halfway out the door when he froze in place and gave a small groan. “One more thing.” Rhys cocked a brow. “They’re witches.” 

“ Witches ?” blurted Cass, absolutely delighted. 

“You’ll see.” 

The Archeron house looked like a castle from the road. It was painted a snow-colored white, complete with matching columns and decorative shingles on each of the gables. Intricate scrollwork arched over the entry and larger windows, though the most eye-catching section was the tall tower that loomed higher than the rest of the roof. Rhys expected a person could stand at its window and see all of Velaris. 

Lucien was eyeing the gardens, extravagant and masterfully cultivated, as if he expected to find someone there. When he found the grounds empty, he turned to Rhys and said, “Go ahead and knock.” 

Rhys caught the message. When it came to interpersonal skills, Rhys and Lucien were evenly matched. But if things went sour and the sisters did react poorly to having unexpected company, Lucien didn’t want that falling back on him. For now, he’d let Rhys take the lead. Instead of knocking, Rhys pressed a finger into the doorbell, smirking when an eerie chiming floated outside from the open window. When the door opened, Rhys all but sank to his knees. 

Just one look, one single glance, was all it took for Rhys to feel like his chest had filled with unbearable tightness and heat. He wasn’t sure where to look to keep from imploding. Only knew that he couldn’t tear his eyes away. The youngest Archeron sister was leaning against her entryway, one arm propped up against the moulding. The lines of her face were sharp, her lips were full, and her eyes were so deep with bluish silver that they rivaled the sea. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a humming, ancient voice murmured, Feyre. 

“Can I help you?” she asked when Rhys was too tongue tied to offer a single hello. Rhys cleared his throat. 

“Ah, hello. Miss Feyre Archeron?” 

Feyre hummed her confirmation. 

“Sorry to bother you. My name is Detective Rhys Windhaven. I have with me my partner Cassian Sidra and federal detective Lucien Vanserra. Could we interrupt your Sunday for just a few minutes to ask you a few questions?” 

“So many agents must mean it’s something serious. Am I in trouble?” 

No, but I would very much like to get into trouble with you, Rhys’ mind purred. He forced his mind blank before another part of him could get any ideas.

“Not at all,” he said instead. “This may come as a shock, but your boyfriend Tamlin Angelov is wanted for the murder of three innocent women in Arizona. We’re just trying to make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else.” 

Feyre’s arm slid down the door and covered the exposed midriff that Rhys suddenly had an inexplicable urge to graze his teeth over. 

“I haven’t seen him since he gave me this.” She brushed her chestnut hair away from her face, revealing a fist sized bruise that turned her pale skin a sickly grayish purple. “Left him after that. If a man hits me, he only does it once.” Rhys tilted his head. “But I’m afraid I wouldn’t be very much help answering your questions.” 

“Then we’ll be in and out of your hair in no time,” Rhys grinned. “Could we come in?” 

Feyre bit her lip and Rhys’ knees turned to grape jelly. 

“How about I do you one better,” she crooned, bumping her bare foot against his boot. “How about you fellas stay for breakfast. My sister Elain is cooking, and she makes the best pancakes this side of the coast.” 

Rhys half expected it when Lucien blurted, “We’ll stay.” 

*

Cassian stuffed his hands into his pockets as he ambled into the house. If Elain is with Lucien and Rhys is with Feyre, that leaves the last for me, he thought to himself. He’d gotten a glimpse at the middle sister when Lucien followed the aroma of pancakes into the kitchen, but the oldest...the oldest was hiding somewhere. 

“Mind if I look around a little?” Cassian called up to Feyre. She caught his gaze, wary, but he only held his palms up and said, “Not on detective business or anything. Just wanna...check out this crazy place. All the houses in Arizona look the same, you know.” Feyre spent a moment considering this, but when she caught Rhys’ heavy gaze on her, she waved Cassian off. 

The layout of the house reminded Cassian of the mazes that sometimes popped up in the newspaper. It felt like the house was eating him alive as she searched out the last Archeron sister. He froze against a corner when voices sounded around the other side. 

“I don’t like having them in the house, Elain,” said an unfamiliar voice. It made Cass’ ears perk up, almost as if his heart could recognize what his soul could not. 

“What choice do we have? If we don’t cooperate, they’re going to take us away in handcuffs.” 

“That’s not how that works,” the other huffed. “Look, go finish breakfast. I’m brewing something up in the herb closet.” 

“Brewing what ?” Elain pressed. 

“Betel nut and morning glory.” 

Elain cursed so quietly, Cassian second guessed himself for having heard it at all. 

“Fine, but be careful.” Then her feet skittered off toward the kitchen where she gave a nervous greeting to her Detective Vanserra. For a dangerous moment, Cass was terrified that the last sister would round the corner and find his looming ass eavesdropping. But as he poked his nose around the edge, he saw the final Archeron sister slip into the open herb closet. As carefully as if he were walking in a room full of sleeping puppies, he crept across the hall and watched the tall woman run her hands along stocked shelves of mysterious substances in jars. She grabbed two and filled a suspiciously cauldron-shaped pot with a floral smelling liquid. 

He almost fell flat on his ass when the fire underneath the pot roared to life with just a wave of her hand. But there was no way to hide his gasp. Her head snapped up, catching him half-crouched in the doorway. 

That dangerous first look had cracked the wood underneath his feet and sent him freefalling into an abyss of unknown feelings. He could barely put words to it. Not when he looked upon her—on her sharp, stormy eyes and long nose. Not when her lips were turned down in a sneer, but bore the same rosy color as her high cheekbones. She was so familiar. He knew her. He knew he did. He knew her laugh, her smile, the way her hair stuck to her hot cheeks after she’d been brought over the precipice, even the pale freckle on the small of her back. As well as he knew himself, he knew her.  

Her name spilled out of his lips before he could stop it. 

“Nesta.”  

The jar she held thudded onto the table, almost cracking at the base. 

“Who the hell are you?” she snapped. He paused. He didn’t know. He couldn’t remember, couldn’t place where he knew her name from or why his insides twisted at the timbre of her voice. 

“Cassian,” he replied dumbly. His hand ran through his long hair as he chuckled. “Sorry, I’m a bit out of sorts. I’m Detective Cassian Sidra of Arizona. Came with a few of my colleagues to track down a bastard who’s been murdering his girlfriends.” 

“And you expect to find him, where, exactly? Here in Velaris? In this house where my sisters and I live alone? In this closet? Because I promise you, he’s not in this jar of toad’s foot, but you’re more than welcome to take a closer look.” She shoved it towards him. “What’s the verdict, detective ? Any luck?” 

“No, ma’am,” he said lowly, nearly embarrassed at her teasing. Nesta scoffed, beginning to empty carefully measured ingredients into the noxious mixture. Cassian inched closer to the table. “We only came to make sure it didn’t happen to your sister.” 

“I can take care of my sisters just fine, thank you.” 

“I’m sure you can,” he replied honestly. Something shiny caught his gaze high up on the wall—an ancient sword, likely of viking descent and gilded in the details. “ Shit, is that what you protect her with?” 

The strangeness of this woman, his absurd attraction to her, had filled his mind with a thick fog that stripped him of his reason. His natural detective instincts had to fight tooth and nail to claw to the surface of that fog to ring some very important alarm bells. Cassian tore his gaze away from Nesta, realizing he’d had it fixed on her lips, and forced himself to look at the facts: Man murders his girlfriend. Man suddenly needs new girlfriend because the old one is branded and dead in motel room. Man finds a new girlfriend, but hits her and scares her so that she flees back home to her sisters. Man goes missing. Girlfriend happens to have a very scary sister who hangs swords on the wall and brews mysterious potions in a potion. 

Yep, Cass said to himself. Sounds about right. 

He inched closer to the table, noticing how Nesta stiffened, but continued stirring her concoction and muttering strange words beneath her breath. 

“What is this?” 

Nesta paused her stirring, eyes sharp. 

“I’m pleading the fifth,” she deadpanned. 

“I don’t know if this looks like a courtroom to you, but you’re not on trial. I was just curious.” 

Nesta filled her wooden spoon with the bizarre elixir and brought it to her nose. She drew in a deep breath, assessing if her handiwork had turned out in her favor. Deciding it had, she began to fill a small vial with it, the solution turning oddly sappy and brown as it hit the glass. A thoughtful hum hit against her tight lips. 

“I doubt you know many witches in Arizona, so you may not know—people hate us. They conspire ways to scare us off, make us move to some other small town to terrorize other people instead. I’ve seen people cover their children’s eyes and flick holy water into the yard, but you know what, detective?” 

“I couldn’t possibly guess.”

“They need us. In their darkest hours, they’ll run through lightning and downpour to come begging on our doorstep, ‘ Archeron sisters, the man I love married another and I’m about to die of heartbreak.’ Or ‘My wife cheated on me with my best friend and I want them turned into warty toads.’ We’ve heard it all. But in this case…” She gestured down to the steamy brew. “Someone just needs a little help sleeping.”

Cassian considered this, sifting out the tiny bits of truth from the lies. 

“I do think you ladies have it tough here sometimes,” he admitted. His palms slid onto the table and Nesta narrowed her eyes. “But I don’t think that’s just some strong Melatonin. I think you’re planning on giving that to me and my friends to keep us from asking questions.” 

Nesta did not fold like he expected her to. She merely shoved the corked concoction into her pocket and gave a terrifying smile. 

“If I wanted to keep you from asking questions. I would’ve either kicked you out or…” she nodded up toward the wall. “I would’ve let you play with the sword.” Cassian’s ear quirked, like an animal catching wind of something fun in the woods. 

“You’d let me try it?” 

“You can try now if you like.” 

Cassian held back a mannish giggle as he very carefully reached up for the blade and adjusted his grip on the hilt. It was a perfect fit, almost as if the weapon had been forged for his hand, his strength. He tossed it from his right hand to the left, examining the weight and craftsmanship as the metal gleamed in the warm light. Then, all at once, he paused. She just said she’d let him test out the sword to keep him from asking questions, and here he was! Sword in hand and no questions in sight. He pointed the tip at Nesta, staring down the blade at her. 

“Miss Archeron, are you hiding Tamlin Angelov?” 

“Not in this house.”

The blade reflected light directly into her eye and she scowled, knocking it away. But Cassian had one last question before he’d be satisfied. 

“Did you or your sisters kill Tamlin Angelov?” 

Nesta gave an amicable smile that looked downright deadly at the edges and replied, “Oh yeah, a couple of times.” 

It was a sarcastic response, but Cassian’s instincts droned inside of him like a thousand bees—over and over telling him, She’s telling the truth! She means what she says! So he placed the sword back on its holder and returned that sickly sweet smile at her. 

“I think you’ll find, Miss Archeron, that lying to me is not in your best interest.” 

She only shrugged, his intimidation tactic having as much effect on her as a snarling kitten. 

“I wasn’t lying at all,” she said. 

There it was—the admission that could very well merit an old fashioned “Nesta Archeron, you are being arrested for the murder of Tamlin Angelov. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of…” Cassian bit the inside of his cheek. Did he want to put this woman away? No, he realized, he didn’t. He didn’t even want to bring her in for further questioning. He opened up his mouth to make some stupid confession that if she told him the truth, he would consider helping her. But before he could, a pearly voice called from the kitchen, “The food is ready!” 

He should’ve stopped Nesta from leaving, should’ve gotten her to say more. But like the fool he was, Cassian cupped his hand over his lips and answered, “Coming!” 

*

Rhys had lost Feyre three times in the greenhouse already, which he thought was just a little ridiculous since the whole room was the size of his closet back home. One minute, he’d be examining some massive fern beside her, and the next, she was gone. He needed to bring her back somehow, keep her within sight before he went crazy from the chase. 

“What’s this one?” he asked, finger trailing beneath the downturned purple flower. Matching berries were close by, grazing his hand. 

“Belladonna,” Feyre replied from close by, but Rhys had to search a second longer than he wanted to before she reappeared beside him. “The name literally means ‘beautiful lady’, but it’s called a lot of other things too. Deadly Nightshade. The Devil’s Herb. Herbe à la Mort. ”

Rhys wondered why the sisters even needed to grow such a plant when there was a deadly, beautiful woman following him around the greenhouse, fascinated with his every move. 

“What’s it do?” he swallowed. 

“Exactly what it sounds like,” Feyre almost purred. She met his gaze from under lined lashes. “ Don’t eat it.”

“You keep something like that in the house?” he chuckled nervously. 

“Why not? There are no children in the house. Bryaxis knows better than to eat anything in here—tried it once as a kitten. Didn’t go so hot.” She found a pair of crystal handled scissors and trimmed a few blossoms away, dropping them into a nearby basket. “My sisters and I are trained to know exactly what everything in this room is and what it does. For example, I know exactly how much of this,” she waved a flower around, “can put a man to sleep and how much can kill him.”

If she was laying down her trap, he walked straight into it and could not find it in himself to care. 

“Have you ever...put that to practice?” 

“Have I ever killed a man? No.” 

“Have you ever put one to sleep?” 

Feyre cocked a brow and handed him a different flower that he was fairly certain was just lavender. He pressed it into his breast pocket as she answered, “Are you doubting my abilities, Rhys?” His mouth grew dry. “What? Hoping for a demonstration?” 

Blow me backwards, Rhys swore silently, his mind filling to the brim with a thousand different images of Feyre “demonstrating.” In fact, his quiet curse was one of them. As if he could will all the blood to stay in his head, he clenched his fists and pressed his lips together. 

“I’m not going to beat around the bush, Feyre. I need to know what happened the last time you saw Tamlin Angelov.” 

She frowned, as if she much preferred their flirting over whatever memories his question had drudged up. Eyeing him with distaste, she said, “I told you what happened. He hit me, I left.” 

“Where?” 

“Oregon.” 

“Why was he there?” 

“What do you mean why was he there? He lived there.” 

“He lived in Arizona where he murdered three women. But we’ve checked his Arizona address and his Oregon address—Florida, Texas, Wisconsin, you name it. If he’s been there, we’ve looked.” 

“Well, now you’ve looked here so if you’ll excuse me—” 

“I don’t think you understand how serious this is,” Rhys pressed, standing back up and taking her by the shoulders. She jolted, and he immediately dropped his hands at his side like touching her had burned him. After taking a deep breath, he continued, “Tamlin doesn’t just let girls get away. So either you’re lying to me and you are hiding him. Or you’re telling the truth and you’re his next target. Either way, I can’t help you unless you let me. If you tell me the truth, then I will make sure no one harms you. No man, no jury.” 

Feyre considered this, her eyes drifting off in the direction of the kitchen were Elain was flipping pancakes. Rhys saw guilt there. Shame. Even stomach churning hatred. But when she turned back to him, it all disappeared, leaving behind a very faint hint of trust.

“Tamlin won’t hurt me ever again,” she promised slowly. Rhys froze, elbows on his knees and hands trembling. 

“Won’t… Or can’t?” 

Feyre’s lips had formed around her answer when Elain poked her head in. She took in the tense sight before her, then quickly pretended she hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary at all. 

“Just wanted to let you know breakfast is done!” she said cheerfully, a bit forced. Then, to Rhys she said in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Did you know Lucien can flip pancakes in the air? Is that some crazy Arizona thing?” 

“Cassian and I have been the very privileged recipients of his breakfast cooking,” Rhys replied politely, tight lipped. 

Elain shrugged through a clumsy laugh. “Crazy, huh?” she said before disappearing. 

When Rhys turned back to Feyre, the horror on her face nearly matched the “Scream” print hanging in the hallway, her hands holding her cheeks like her head would topple off her shoulders. She didn’t quite look up to meet his eyes when she muttered, “He can flip pancakes in the air.” Something shuddered inside Rhys. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that she was...reciting it. Feyre shot to her feet, scurrying over to one of the drawers hiding underneath the giant leaves of a potted fern. 

“Oh my god, oh my—shit.” She rifled through the dusty contents of the drawer until she retrieved a notebook, one that probably belonged to a child judging by its Barbie pink sequins and silly design. Feyre peeled it open as if it were some ancient religious text. When she found what she was looking for, she swore again. “Here it is. ‘He’ll hear my call a mile away. He can flip pancakes in the air. He’ll have molten colored hair and one brown eye and one gold...’ Quick, Rhys, what color are Lucien’s eyes?” 

A confused cough rumbled up his chest as he replied, “Lucien’s? Ah, well, people always say they’re two different colors. The left one is blind, though. Can’t remember exactly what color they are but—Where are you going?”

Feyre was on her feet and out the door before the words had finished echoing off the glass windows. Rhys was only two steps behind her as she rushed through the house. 

“ Nesta! ” she cried, trying—and failing—to keep her voice casual. But when Feyre found her sisters, they were already outside sitting around a picnic table. The lacy tablecloth was already made with the aunt’s old china, and in the middle sat a tall pile of star-shaped pancakes. To her apparent horror, Nesta was pouring a generous helping of maple syrup all over Lucien’s plate. Feyre seemed to forget that she had an audience at the table, but it was Rhys who remained in hearing distance when Feyre yanked her sister by the collar and dragged her over by the lilacs.

“Did you put the tonic in the maple syrup?” Feyre rushed out. Elain came to their sides, trying not to appear as frantic as her nervous eyes revealed she was. Nesta didn’t answer as she met Rhys’ eyes over Feyre’s shoulder. “ Nesta, answer me. Have they eaten it?” 

Nesta met her sister’s gaze, frustrated. “Yes, about the maple syrup! No, they haven’t eaten it yet. What’s the problem?”

Feyre opened up that childish notebook and pointed frantically at the pages. 

“This! This is the problem!” 

Elain took one long moment to read her old handwriting—the hearts that dotted each of her “i’s”, the shakiness of the letters as they swirled about the page. Then her gaze was on Lucien. She took in the long hair tied at the back of his neck and that one blind eye had glimmered as if it were gilded with ancient gold. The weight of her detective’s kindness seemed to settle in her chest, and she spared no glance to her sisters when she came up at his side. 

A forkful of pancakes was inches from his lips, but when she laid her hand on his shoulder, he froze. The speared pancake tumbled back to his plate, forgotten as he peered up at Elain. She grabbed Lucien’s plate first, then Cassian’s, and at last said softly, “Don’t eat that.” 

Rhys watched the color drain from Lucien’s face, who stiffened in his chair as if he’d just spun out on an icy road. Elain stacked the plates, ever the perfect hostess, and placed the syrup dispenser on top of all the plates. She sniffed it with a scowl, detecting whatever horrible things her sister had poured into it. But Lucien gave her the benefit of his doubt, much to Rhys’ surprise, and asked, “Why not? We went to all the trouble of making it.” 

“The syrup has gone bad,” she lied easily. “It’s from last season. I forgot to take it from the fridge before it began to spoil. I’ll bring you a fresh plate and the powdered sugar. That is, if you’d still like to stay.” 

She sounded so hopeful, but Rhys had already made up his mind when he stepped forward. 

“Actually, we’re leaving,” he called out. 

“What?” Lucien and Cassian snapped at the same time. Cassian shot up so quickly it shook the table. “Why?” 

Rhys crossed his arms, trying to decide how much he wanted to announce right at this very second. If he divulged just how leery he was of these sisters, who was to stop them from packing up and hiding somewhere else in this god forsaken country? They could take Tamlin with them and then where would he and his friends be? Out of a job, certainly. All because they couldn’t think without their dicks. If the Archeron sisters wanted to keep their secrets, fine! They could. But Rhys would keep his secrets too. 

“We’ve taken up too much of your time,” Rhys explained, so convincingly that the oldest sister narrowed her razor-sharp eyes. “You all have been very patient answering our questions for us, but I’m afraid we’re about to be late for a conference call with our IT guy back in Arizona. He’ll get pissed if he makes that long distance call and we aren’t there to answer it.” 

Feyre mirrored Rhys’ stance, her arms wrapping around her middle as she frowned. 

“Are you sure? Looks like your pancake flipper made too many for just the three of us.” 

A soul deep ache in Rhys’ chest beckoned for him to stay, but he managed to shake his head and wave over his friends. Lucien complied, not because Rhys was his boss, but because there was a years-forged respect lingering between the two of them. If Rhys’ instincts were telling him to leave, if Lucien got an inkling that Rhys had learned something, he’d follow without questioning it. Rhys only had to make sure leaving would be worth Lucien’s while, or else he’d give him shit about it later.

Cassian followed because Lucien did, his brows furrowed in concern and a hint of frustration. All that seeped away when something small and shiny caught his eye in the grass. Rhys tried to glean what it was, but Cass had it caged in his hands before the sisters could notice he’d taken anything. 

“Thank you for your hospitality and have a nice day,” Rhys called to the sisters as the others fell into step beside them. The Archeron girls only waved, that strange magic emanating even more strongly as the three stood together.

The detectives were halfway to the inn when Cassian finally unfurled his hand. There, rolling around in the calluses of his palm, was Tamlin Angelov’s ring. The one he’d heated with a lighter and pressed into those he strangled the life out of. The one that had been on his hand at all times, no matter where he went. 

“Well fellas, at least we know one thing,” Cass breathed out darkly. “Tamlin Angelov is at that house. We just have to get him to show his face and we’ll finally have that bastard in our clutches.” 

[insomniac-arrest]

Best Qualities of Various US Cities

New York City:

perhaps the rats own New York, but they take care of the birds a little too.

LA:

City with the highest chance to get a Goth gf.

Portland, Oregon:

Tiny park... for tiny walk. Love that goddamn tiny tree.

Tucson, Arizona:

Lots of dog water bowls outside shops here 🥺

Philadelphia:

It’s Always Painting on Walls in Philadelphia.

Bismark, North Dakota: 

what else are you going to in North Dakota but lie in some snow and pretend you can fly somewhere else? But for real, this is cute as hell.

New Orleans, Louisiana:

Other states take note.

Denver, Colorado:

bonus fact, it uses that money for the arts to create stuff like this:

(Blucifer, killed its creator, 32 ft tall, eyes glow red, first thing you see when coming from the airport)

Reno, Nevada:

Gay! Rodeo! Gay! Horses! Gay! Towns big enough for the both of us!!!

Chicago, Illinois:

is she single? 😳

Tampa, Florida:

Florida man WILL rob you for cat food money while riding a lawn mower around and yelling about his ex-wife.

Austin, Texas:

🥺🥺🥺

[airmanisr]

53-0548 (N548GF) 1955 Lockheed EC-121T Super Constellation USAF Camarillo 15.08.99 by Phil Rawlings Via Flickr: Built by Lockheed in 1955 as a RC-121D. Taken on charge 18.08.55 by the USAF. Converted to an EC-121D and then an EC-121T. Transferred to 79th Airborne Early Warning and Control Squadron, Homestead AFB, FL. Transferred to the Military Aircraft Storage and Disposal Centre (MASDC) with inventory number CK218in October 1978. By 1991 to Pima Air and Space Museum, Davis-Monthan AFB (South Side), Tucson, AZ. On 07.04.95 to Waynes Aviation Inc, Moorpark, CA with new registration N548GF. To Commemorative Air Force-Southern California Wing, Camarillo Airport, Camarillo, CA. On 24.01.06 to Yanks Air Museum, Baldwin Park, CA as N548GF. Not immediately relocated from Camarillo upon the ownership transfer. 14.01.12 a ferry flight and delivery to Yanks Air Museum, Chino Airport, Chino, CA. to be put on display. This was her last flight.

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13701 | Boeing 707-347C | 707 CC-137 | RCAF by Florian DSO Via Flickr: Boeing 707-347C, (MSN 20315.824). 24 February 1970 : Taken on strength. RCAF CC-137, 13701 with full Symmetrical Era markings and United Nations tail markings. Operated by No. 437 Squadron, at CFB Trenton, Ontario. Captured during a final approach. ''Originally ordered as N1506W for Western Airlines of California. Purchased from Boeing when original sale fell through. .... Placed in storage 9 August 1993, declared surplus on 10 November 1993. Sold, to civil register as N803CK, registered to American International Airways on 1 February 1994. To HR-AMN on Honduras register, to RACE Aviation on 20 May 1994. Leased to VASP of Brazil in August 1994, no change in registration. Back to US as N108RA, registered to Atlantic Leasing Company on 18 August 1995. This registration cancelled September 1996, then history becomes murky. Reported repossessed and sold to USAF by June 1997. Also reported as registered as P4-CCG on the Aruba register, possibly to Transcontinental Sur Island, then CX-BSI of MAS Cargo of Uruguay, then XA-ABG, registered to Allegro Air. Reported parked at Tucson airport in 2000. Later to Mexicargo. Scrapped at Tucson in mid 2005.'' Scanned from the original 35mm slide, which is part of my own personal collection. It is therefore with pleasure that I share this photo with the people of FLICKR. Obviously, I also thank its author to whom I give him all the credit.

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Original caption:

Last week on New Years day...parts of the Old Pueblo woke up to their first blanket of snow in exactly 4 years. According to the NWS, our airport got about a 1/2 inch while most of the higher deserts received at least an inch! What's even more impressive is that it happened 2 days in a row! Crazy, right? Most people think it doesn't get cold in Arizona (or in the desert for that matter) but it actually gets quite chilly. It takes a special cold front and high pressures to make it snow which is why it only happens once every few years for only a few hours. Conditions have to be just right and the storm actually accumulated quite the show all around AZ.

When I saw this storm in the Tucson forecast I was a bit upset knowing I wouldn't be able to photograph on New Years day. I texted my weather buddy and Tucson famous meteorologist Jeff Beamish @ KVOA asking if I was going to get another chance. He replied "There is a fighting chance..." I crossed my fingers and as new years day developed, so did my chances. I then texted my photography friend Ryan Olinger and asked if he wanted to get up early and shoot a possible snowy sunrise on either Mt Lemmon or Reddington. He of course said yes.  

The next morning started at 6 am when I picked Ryan up and we drove out east. We stopped at the Circle K at the end of Speedway and Houghton to put gas in the truck and once I started pumping gas, a little snowflake fell in front of me. I immediately got excited and told Ryan "It's snowing!" It was still too dark out to see how much snow was on the mountain or if any was low enough in the desert. We decided to drive out near Saguaro National Park before going up to Reddington just in case there was any snow at the lower elevation.  As we drove up the road and it started getting brighter out, we could see the desert had a fresh layer of snow on it! We both began freaking out and hit the trail as soon as we arrived at our first shooting location. Not even 5 minutes on the trail we could hear coyotes howling as the sun started rising as snow fell on our faces. This was a truly a surreal moment as I've never experienced this before. We were both so excited and overwhelmed we weren't exactly sure how or what to photograph haha. We ended up walking around different trails and hiked a little up the Rincons before heading back to the car a few hours later.

It was about 11am and the clouds weren't breaking and the snow wasn't melted yet so we drove up to Reddington to shoot Tanque Verde Falls. As soon as we got there and hiked to the overlook, the sun came out giving us some interesting light. We even had a nice surprise from the Sheriff department flying their helicopter overhead through the Tanque Verde canyon (see photo below.) After shooting a few timelapses and hiking around, we grabbed some lunch and headed back to our first location to shoot sunset. We hiked a total of 8 miles throughout the day and captured stills, timelapses, and drone shots for 10 hours! It was such a great day.