#thank you for putting this on my dash hannah and reminding me that i walked on the silly vandals-handles ground

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CHAOS IN THE ICONIC ALLEYWAY ‼️‼️

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A Walk To Remember - R.W

Ron Weasley x Fem Reader - Part 2/2

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Part 1

Based HEAVILY on the movie: A Walk To Remember.

Warnings: mention of cancer, death, heavy theme of religion and god, blasphemy, fluff, sadness.

“I still can’t believe you kissed her” Hannah laughed, irritating Ron and making Lavender bitter. “You’d think after working so hard on her appearance she’d stick to it”

Ron couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t keep allowing his friends to slander you like this, you were kind, patient and saw light in most darkest places. Ron couldn’t have them beating on someone who had done nothing but go out of her way to help others.

“Shove off, Hannah.” Ron replied “she’s fine the way she is”

Although Ron was blown away by your dolled up look during the performance, he didn’t ponder on it - since that night it didn’t matter how you looked, it didn’t matter if you were covered in makeup or bare faced - you were the most stunning girl he had ever laid eyes on.

He truly felt as if you were the light in his darkness, the hand that was pulling him out of every awful situation he could’ve gotten himself stuck into; it was thanks to you that he had been staying out of trouble.

Seamus scoffed and laughed, pulling a face at Dean. “One kiss and you’re suddenly all into her” Seamus walked over to Ron “she’s changing you and you don’t even realise”

“You don’t know her like I do.” Ron replied “If you did you’d show her some respect.”

After walking away from Ron, you didn’t go back to Hogwarts for the rest of the week. You started to feel more sick, more tired, you didn’t have the energy to walk up the stairs and to stand behind a simmering couldron for hours at a time.

Instead you laid in bed, your dad reading to you and helping you with your work, stroking your hair and praying each and every night for you to be given more time.

By the early evening you had gotten enough energy to sit outside in your rocking chair on the porch, watching the sunset and questioning wether it would be your last.

Ron walked out infront of you and stepped onto your porch, holding a big square box in his hands with an orange ribbon formed into a beautiful bow keeping the lid on.

Ron walked over to you and handed the box to you “I uh, got this for you”

You took the box from him and smirked, pulling apart the ribbon and taking off the lid.

Inside the battered box you were met with multiple hand knitted sweaters, all with the letter ‘R’ on the front, your heart melted and you could feel your cheeks getting red.

You looked up at Ron and smiled, you hadn’t felt this good all week.

��Thank you!” You chose the maroon sweater and pulled it over your head, instantly engulfed in the warmth and beautiful feel of the fabric.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Ron tapped his hand against his pant leg, feeling slightly awkward, his ears reddening.

Your father came outside, his eyes falling on Ron.

“I think it’s best that you get on your way Mr Weasley.” Your father cleared his throat, walking over to you and taking the box off you.

You continued to smile and wave at Ron “I’ll see you on Monday.”

Ron nodded and felt like for the first time in his life he had achieved something worth celebrating, despite the countless things he had achieved before.

“See you then.” He smiled, walking away.

Your father waited for Ron to disappear into the shadows before he helped you out of your chair, taking you to your room he sat the box down at the end of your bed.

“I warned you about him, y/n.” He reminded you.

“Dad it’s just a collection of sweaters, okay?” You tried to remind him, snuggling into your new one that smelled like Ron. “God wants me to be happy, dad. Ron makes me happy.”

Feeling better and stronger than the previous week, you returned to Hogwarts wearing one of Ron’s sweater, keeping you safe from the cold breeze.

Lavender spotted you and instantly ditched her class, storming over to you with her hands in fists.

“Where have you been?” She asked you “I’ve been looking everywhere!”

You stared at her and wondered if she was looking right through you, if she had gotten you confused with someone else but then again she spent every day taunting you so how could she mistake you for someone else?

“I’m sorry? What?”

Lavender’s eyes hovered over your jumper, her eyes burning into the large ‘R’.

“Havent you heard?” She looked saddened, grabbing your hand and pulling you down the halls.

“Heard what? Please just tell me, and slow down.” You panted, trying to slow down.

Bursting into Ron’s common room your face dropped as you caught a glance at what was on the hundreds of sheets of papers were floating around the room, falling swiftly to the floor.

Lavender caught the paper and shoved it in your face, laughing cruelly at you.

“You look rather dashing.”

On the paper was a lude drawing, a caricature of you alongside your God, the very image shattering your innocence and self esteem.

Everyone in the common room burst into laughter, all of them staring at the drawing and back at you, pointing.

Turning around to run away Rom bumped into you, holding you in his arms.

“Ignore it love, I’ll sort them out alright?”

You nodded and stared at the floor, covering your ears with your hands, you closed your eyes and started to collapse in on yourself - all this stress wasn’t good for your health.

Ron stopped the drawings from dancing across the room that mocked you and your faith. Seamus and Dean stopped laughing, Hannah and Lavender’s faces turning sour.

“What’s up with you, mate?” Seamus asked, a holding a drawing in his hand “don’t you like it?”

Ron snatched the drawing from his friend, glaring at him.

“You bumped your head or something?” His tone gruff “do you have any idea how disrespectful this is?”

Seamus shook his head and scoffed, trampling on the drawings as he stepped closer to Ron. “Are you seriously choosing the bible freak over us?”

Ron couldn’t hold back anymore, his anger had been pent up for so long it was spilling out like an over flowing cup of tea.

“I’ve had enough of you, toss pot!” Ron swung for Seamus and almost knocked him through the wall.

Dean got in between the two of them, Seamus filled with rage and sporting a bruise whilst Ron was left with a bruised knuckle.

Ron thought you were worth fighting for, worth everything in his life, but you took a hold of his arm and pulled him back.

“They aren’t worth it, Ron.” You cried “let’s just go”

Ron walked you to your dorm room, holding his hand in yours. The two of you sat on your bed, Ron stroking your hair and calming you down. Ron’s eyes met with yours and felt like millions of fairies were sparkling in your eyes, dancing around in circles.

“Y/N, would you fancy going on a date with me?” 

You smiled, your heart feeling as light as a feather, your life finally looking up after it fell apart two years earlier but that one thing, you secret kept clawing at you, reminding you that you couldn’t go through with it.

“I wish I could, I really want to Ron, more than anything but I’m not allowed” you bowed your head and messed with your hands, lacing and unlacing your fingers. 

“Look, we wont snog or do anything that would be deemed as sinful-”

You shook your head and chuckled at Ron taking your faith into account, feeling so flattered that he didn’t question your beliefs anymore after bashing you for many years of your life.

“It’s not that, it’s my dad, he won’t let me.” 

“I know you dislike me, it’s why I want to ask you, you know, and not go behind your back but - can I have your permission to take Y/N on a date?”

Your father shut down Ron immediately “not a chance”

“I’ve said sorry hundreds of times, Mr Y/L/N.” Ron paced around your living room “You believe faith is important and your daughter does, can’t you have faith in me?” 

“I can’t believe you actually asked my dad!” You beamed, stepping into Madame Puddifoot’s “I can’t believe I’m in here!”

Ron smiled and pulled out a chair for you, feeling his heart skip beats, you feeling comfortable in another one of his sweaters and looking around the room, the stars in your eyes twinkling.

“Well I wasn’t going to go behind his back after you said no, can’t risk getting another Howler from my mum and dad now can I?” Ron smirked, handing you a menu “whatever you want is on me, love.” 

The two of you were drunk on love leaving Madame Puddifoot’s, walking through Hogsmeade, hand in hand and a giggly mess. 

“I’ll never forget how cute you looked in your dress robes at the yule ball” you chirped, pulling Ron into your arms “but I don’t recall seeing you dance that night.” 

Ron cringed “I don’t dance” but he still swayed along with you and held you in his arms. 

“Your list then, what else is on it?” Ron asked, the two of you finally reaching Hogwarts.

“Well, I’d love to be able to see a Niffler in person. I’ve only seen them in my books and the last time Hagrid had them I was sick.” you replied, sneaking off to your dorm.

Ron stopped you, both of you so exhausted but not wanting the night to end. He searched your kind, twinkling eyes, leaning in the two of you kissed, sparks shocking your lips. This wasn’t like the kiss you shared at the theatre, this kiss was the start of something beautiful - something your father warned you about - something Ron promised wouldn’t happen. 

Pulling away from the kiss Ron pursed his lips and blushed “I love you, Y/N.”

You were so afraid of this happening, you didn’t want this to happen whilst you were walking on the path God had put you on, but you didn’t know how long you had left. 

“You promised me you wouldn’t” you replied softly, tears welling in your eyes.

Dean, Seamus, Lavender and Hannah’s eyes stalked you and Ron like a hawk. The two of you finally displaying your love and relationship to everyone around you, you constantly wearing his sweaters, holding his hand, laughing with him and sneaking kisses whenever you had the chance.

“You’re going to love this” Ron smiled, accompanying you to Hagrids Hut.

You felt excited and you couldn’t wait to see what Ron had been hiding, taking the large wooden crate from Hagrid you could hear scratching noises and little breaths.

Opening the box you almost wailed with joy, inside laid a Niffle, holding gold in its hands, looking proud and mischievous.

“Oh Ron! Hagrid!” You beamed, trying to contain the fireworks that were exploding inside of you “Thank you so much, I can’t believe it!”

You held the Niffler in your arms, stroking it gently and loving it as if it were your own. Hagrid and Ron were overjoyed and felt like they could watch you for hours, this had to be one of the happiest days of your life.

After ticking off another box from your list Ron couldn’t help but ask, dying to know what was number one on your list.

You felt slightly embarrassed but you trusted him enough to no longer hide it from him, your no.1 was to get married, to be able to wear your mothers wedding dress and be with her on the happiest day of your life.

But unfortunately, the happy days wouldn’t last forever.

Walking through Hogsmeade you felt your palms get clammy, the nausea inside of you swirl like a tornado, your energy crumbling away once more.

Ron kept talking away about Nifflers, talking about bringing you back to the burrow to meet his family but he stopped when he realised you were miles away.

“Y/N, you alright?” Ron asked, looking concerned “don’t worry, you’re going to pass your N.E.W.Ts”

You stopped outside Honey Dukes and shook your head, pulling Ron aside. “It’s not that”

You felt like your secret was creeping up your stomach, up your oesophagus, threatening to come hurling out of your mouth like vomit.

“Ron, I’m sick.” You revealed, hoping he would catch on.

But the golden haired boy didn’t understand “Want me to take you to Madame Pomfrey?”

You found yourself growing more frustrated “No, Ron. She can’t help me, I.. I’ve got cancer.”

Your secret finally jumped off the top of your tongue, springing off the diving board and landing on Ron’s heart, splitting it into pieces.

Ron felt his whole world spin, your news echoing in your mind, he didn’t want to believe this, he couldn’t.

“What, they’ve made a mistake—“

More tears spilled down your face “I found out a year after the Triwizard Tornament. They gave me two years, they can’t do anything to get rid of it, the treatments aren’t working anymore.”

Ron could feel his heart ache, screaming out for help, for mercy.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice shook, choking on tears.

You pursed your lips and tried to swallow the huge lump that formed in your throat.

“Because I didn’t want everyone to treat me differently, to have another reason to stare at me, another reason to talk about me.”

Ron shook his head, feeling cross with himself for everything he had said and done in the past. “But I’m your boyfriend, you should’ve told me!”

“I made you promise you wouldn’t fall in love with me!” You raised your voice, feeling yourself go dizzy for a moment “don’t give me a reason to be angry with God!”

You walked away and ran back to your dads, ready for him to welcome you into his arms, softening the horrible blow the best he could.

Ron hurried, storming into the common room, doing something he thought he wouldn’t ever do again. He searched for Harry.

Ron found Harry in his dorm room, Harry put down his book and stared at the lad who was once his best friend.

“You’ve got to get Dumbledore to help her, Harry.” Ron panicked, pacing around the room.

“Help who? Ron what’s happened?”

Ron wiped away more falling tears with the back of his sleeve “Y/N is dying of cancer, Harry we’ve got to help her—“

“There’s nothing he can do Ron, you can’t put a stopper in death when it comes to this, you already know this Ron.”

Ron felt even more enraged and stormed out, cursing Harry, telling him it was a waste of time even trying to make amends.

Like clockwork, as soon as you told Ron the truth, you started to deteriorate. You couldn’t complete your classes anymore and you were forced to drop out of Hogwarts, you were staying at your dads in Hogsmeade permanently now and all you did was sleep.

When you weren’t sleeping, you were throwing up, struggling to look after yourself, you didn’t even have enough energy to pick up your bible and read it.

The days didn’t stand out to you anymore, they sort of just blurred into one - the only comfort you got was when you saw Ron’s angelic face smiling at you each time you closed your eyes to doze off.

The news of your illness spread through out Hogwarts and Ron found himself with more love and support than he thought was possible. Dean and Seamus sat with him outside in the stands whilst the Quidditch pitch was empty, the two of them promising Ron they would help him no matter what and that they were so sorry to hear the news.

Hannah also apologised to Ron and offered her support, going as far as telling him that he looked the happiest he had ever been when he was with you, that you brought out a part of him that no one had ever seen before, the part that only Harry and Hermione had seen.

Lavender took her time but finally reached out to her ex, putting her bitterness and jealousy behind her. Lavender hugged Ron and poured her heart out to him, expressing how sorry she was, how neither of you deserved such a thing. In her hands she held onto the photos she had taken on the night of the performance, handing them to Ron, she urged him to see you and walked away.

Turning up with flowers and handfuls of ‘get well soon’ cards, Ron was greeted by your father on your porch.

“I know you don’t want me here but tell her I’m not leaving her, I never will.”

Your father smiled and instead of turning Ron away, he welcomed him inside and allowing him to come and see you.

“How are you not angry at God?” Ron asked, the two of you cuddling in your bed, surrounded by poems and bible verses about having strength and keeping faith in the lord.

You sighed and looked into his gorgeous eyes “I accepted that Gods plan for me is bigger than the plan of my own.” You replied “you were sent to me for a reason, Ron. You’re my angel.”

Ron stroked your cheek with his thumb, planting a kiss on your nose, instantly remembering why he fell in love with you - you were accepting, you were patient, you couldn’t feel hatred towards anyone, you were the most purest person he had ever met.

“Are you scared?” Ron asked, not wanting to imagine a life where you did not exist.

“I’m scared of not being with you.” You replied, snuggling into his chest, tracing circles into his chest.

Ron knew that this moment was the right moment, it was either now or never.

Pulling away from the cuddle, Ron climbed out of your bed and dived into his back pocket, pulling out a little white box.

Pulling the box open, he got on one knee and looked up at you as you peered over the bed, your eyes twinkling at the beautiful ring that was waiting eagerly for you.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” He asked through tears.

You stared at the beautiful ring and looked back into Ron’s eyes, you nodded your head.

“Yes.”

As the wedding got closer and closer, you became more sick. You lost lots of weight and you could no longer eat solid food without being sick, you could only suck on sweets that dissolved into your mouth - but even then you would bring up bile.

But no matter how bad you got, Ron stayed by your side, he helped you you feel as good as you possibly could do in your condition. He sang to you, he read to you, he even started praying at night with you.

After going out shopping to help your dad get everything he needed for the wedding, Ron walked into your bedroom to find Dumbledore and Harry sitting beside your bed, the two of them talking to you and telling you to take the medicine they had given you to help you hold on for your special day.

Ron stopped in the door way, his jaw dropping to the floor. Dumbledore nodded at Harry, encouraging him to go and talk to Ron, the two of them taking leaving you and Dumbledore for a moment on your own.

Ron couldn’t speak, he didn’t care to either. Instead, he pulled Harry into a tight and desperate hug, almost squeezing the life out of him. His head resting on Harry’s shoulder, his tears sinking into his shirt.

“Thank you, Harry - thank you.”

Harry held Ron and patted his back, promising him that no matter what, everything would be okay in the end.

As much as your love for Ron grew, you still wasn’t getting any better, but the potion Dumbledore gave you ensured that you were finally able to achieve the most important part of your list, the one thing you never thought was possible.

On one side, your family and friends surrounded the hall and Ron’s on the other. Everyone attending the wedding was so excited yet couldn’t help but feel nothing but sorrow for you.

Gripping onto your fathers arm, the music began to play as he walked you down the isle and although your mother wasn’t there physically - you could feel her presence around you, you had part of her clinging onto you - wearing her beautiful sleeveless lace white dress.

Reaching the altar, you blushed seeing Ron in another set of dress robes - this was the Ron you knew, the Ron you were once so desperate to find.

Whilst repeating your vows out loud, the amazing memories the two of you shared flickered in your mind, the first time you both met, your first class together, your first kiss, spending hours talking outside on the porch, all of these memories you were so lucky to remember until the end of your days.

“I do.”

“I do.”

Sealing your eternal love with a kiss, you could finally tick box number one off your list.

Ron took you by the hand and led you over to the dance floor.

“But I thought you said you didn’t dance?” You smirked, trying not to get your hopes up.

Ron laughed and looked over at Neville “I got lessons from a familiar bloke, he’s quite a good dancer.”

You shook your head and couldn’t stop laughing, accepting Ron’s offer for a dance.

“Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.” Ron reminded himself, holding back tears and tightening his grip on your bouquet of sunflowers.

One month after the wedding, you began your journey God had set out for you, leaving Ron behind for a moment that would feel like only a minute for you but a lifetime for him.

But that month was full of love, laughter and happiness that the two of you wouldn’t change for the world.

Ron walked over to your place of rest, putting down the sunflowers and rubbing your headstone.

He opened up one of your books you had given him, full of the bible verses he once couldn’t bear to hear, the love poems he refused to read, and snippets from the script the two of you had spent hours learning together.

He looked down at his wedding ring and smiled, looking back on the page in your book.

“Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous.

Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish.

It does not take offense and is not resentful.

Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth.

It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.”

He read out, pulling out the photos Lavender had taken of the two of you, watching you and himself perform on stage, wishing he could go back and do it all again.

Taglist: @reeophidian , @amourtentiaa

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The Miys, Ch. 107

Happy Tuesday, time for a new chapter!

Writing author’s notes three weeks in advance is hard, I am realizing.  However I am reasonably sure if I wait to write this note, I will forget, because Tuesdays are insane at work.

So, quickly: shout out to @baelpenrose​ for being my beta, as always. Also, thank you to @charlylimph-blog​ and @zommbiebro​, for the characters in this chapter.

I hope you all enjoy!!

I had to admit, as I laughed at Charly’s face when she stole a bite of my food, that Huynh - and therefore Jokul - had a point about eating in the cafeteria/mess regularly. Today, I had taken a page out of his book, and decided on my lunch based on what someone else was eating that looked good when I walked in.  No matter how the dish ended up being, the smile on the face of a random stranger when I stopped and told them their food looked good, along with asking if I could get some from the console, made my day.

Which was good, because it was the oddest fish pie I had ever eaten. In general, I neither hated nor loved fish pie - I needed to either have a request or a craving to make it, usually. However, when I originally saw it as I entered the mess, I saw flaky crust, meat, veggies, and a creamy sauce and called it a winner. I don’t think Charly was expecting seafood in general when she took a bite, and I certainly hadn’t been expecting scallops, even knowing I had gotten fish pie.

“That’s… that’s fish!” she sputtered, glaring at me in betrayal.

“It’s actually scallops,” I corrected, no less perplexed for that fact. “I was expecting mackerel and cod, or haddock. That’s what Conor always asks me to make, anyway.”

“But it’s fish,” she insisted. “I thought it would be chicken.”

“It’s not bad,” I admitted, taking another bite. “Just caught me off guard.”

Shaking her head and scowling, she got up to get her own food, returning with an actual chicken pot pie. Just as she was hooking her arm around it protectively - either protecting it from me or from my lunch, who knew - a pillar of grey and silver stalked up to the table before plopping down miserably. 

Now holding her pie over her head - to avoid being flanked? - Charly stared down, eyes wide. “Mr. Bjornson?” she asked, bewildered.

Craning my neck, I realized she had a point, although the hair was somewhat dishevelled and the robes were wrinkled beyond anything I had seen him wearing previously.  Not even Conor or I would wear clothes that creased, honestly. Hesitantly, I poked at him. “Did you just decide to die in front of my food?” I asked, skeptical. “Last time you interrupted my lunch, you were being kidnapped.”

Alarmingly, Jokul sat up, eyes red, sniffling back tears. “He won’t talk to me…”

Both Charly and I jerked back, surprised. Recovering faster, I carefully ventured a question. “You mean Ivan?”

Rather than answer out loud, Jokul gave a bigger sniff and nodded emphatically.

I was so not prepared to have this conversation, but I tried anyway. “Is everything… I guess, okay, for lack of a better term?”

“He works so much,” came the plaintive response. “He’s so tired all the time, and I’m trying to adjust to everyone looking at me funny and…” He stopped, tears rolling again, biting his lip in what looked like an effort to gain control.

“And?” Charly asked, setting her lunch down and carefully reaching to put a hand on his forearm.

“AndIdonthaveanyoneelsetotalktonowbecauseIrealizedIdontactuallyhaveany friennnnnnnds,” he blurted out quietly, the last part on a barely-constrained sob. I had to give him credit for trying to draw as little attention as possible while talking about something that was clearly a difficult subject.

“Oh, that’s bullshit,” Charly sighed softly, shaking her head. “Right, Sophia?”

I rocked my head a bit, thinking about it. “I mean…. I don’t know about friends, per se - “ Charly glared and kicked me hard enough to drive the breath out of me. “Hey! Cut me some slack?”

“I’m the one who got the punch,” she scolded, stroking his hair and carefully detangling it.

Fair. “Earning friendships may take some time,” I admitted. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t talk to anyone about what’s going on, you know.”

“Who, Councillor?” he demanded sadly. “Who do I have to talk to?”

“Well, you clearly thought I was a good idea - Ow, Charly!”  Rubbing my shin, I continued. “Like I was saying, though. It kind of depends on what it is you want to talk about. If it’s struggling to come back from a negative public image… Simon, hands down, is the best person for that.”

Thankfully, Jokul went from looking despondent to confused. “Simon Rodriguez?”

Charly and I both nodded hard enough to pop our necks. “He was a complete ass when I boarded. I actually tried to kill him, and so did Tyche.  He can tell you the details, but in the end, he made the effort to be a better neighbor, and now he’s an amazing educator whose students adore him.”

“Arthur Farro was a warlord, however,” Jokul tried to object. “Would he not be a better source of insight?”

“Absolutely not,” Charly responded before I could draw a breath, shooting the idea down instantly. “Mr. Farro doesn’t care what other people think of him, beyond making sure they aren’t trying to kill him too actively.  He adheres to social etiquette in most cases, but it’s not for his own sake, more for the sake of those associated with him. Does he care if he’s trustworthy? Absolutely. Likeable…...” She winced as she trailed off, hand tipping in an ‘eh’ gesture.

“Which is why he wasn’t bothered in the least when you wanted a fight,” I pointed out, trying to draw the points together. “Whereas Simon didn’t realize how poorly people thought of him, and as soon as he did, he took steps to change it, even when it was hard. So definitely start there if you need guidance.”

“I will endeavor to do so,” Jokul nodded before his expression dropped again. “But what about Ivan?”

“There is nothing about him being tired that makes his ears malfunction,” I heard myself say. What? Why? Why was I doing this? “No matter how tired I am, my ear still works, and I can still listen to Conor and Maverick about their days. And sometimes that’s all that’s needed.  Mutual bitching about a bad day is… pretty normal, actual.”

He sat up, paling, with a horrified expression on his face. “Oh dear gods, how do you manage two?!”

Charly and I traded glances of confusion before looking back at the distraught man who was slowly inching fingers toward my fish pie. I nodded to Charly, who wrinkled her nose and got up to grab him some food, while I addressed the former cult leader. “It’s usually easier than just one,” I confessed. “If one of us is too tired or sick, there’s always someone who can pinch hit.” I wasn’t about to admit that it was also made easier by the massive family I had acquired during my time on the Ark. That was the last thing he needed to hear. Softening slightly, I tilted my head and placed my hand on his arm. “Jokul, do you really not have any friends, anymore? What about… the ginger kid. I never got his name.”

“William,” Jokul spat with more force than I had seen since the day we met, catching me completely off guard. “A sycophant. He almost immediately asked what my plans were to continue forward with ‘our plans’.” The air quotes were a nice touch, but his face was nothing but sour. “I had to report him to Councillor Kalloe,” he confessed, face falling into a frown.

“Oh, wow,” I murmured. “Okay then. We need to figure out how you can meet other people, I think.” I was barely able to resist the urge to hit myself in the face. We? Why was this a we thing all of a sudden?

Thankfully, Charly came back, nose wrinkled at a second portion of fish pie. As Jokul dug into it, she perked up slightly. “The Undine! They have cultural events all the time!  And! Andandandandand,” she started bouncing in her seat with each syllable. “Ivan loves those events. Not only does he drum up a lot of work, but he also loves meeting new people! You can do a date thing!”

That was, by far, the most harmless suggestion Charly could have made, and I made a mental note to send her a candy-basket at some point. “Plus, if Ivan is there, Zach and Hannah should be, too. You met them, right?”

“Did I?”

I managed not to roll my eyes as I reminded him. “The couple that were talking to Ivan the day you, um… met him?”

“Oh!” he exclaimed, sitting up straighter. “He mentioned they were friends of his!”

“Lord bless it,” I laughed. “Those two are probably his closest friends, honestly.  So, something like that would be both a chance to make friends and something you can do with Ivan!” And something that does not require me to adopt someone who recently did his best to be a pain in my ass. 

“And you said I can still just… talk, to Ivan, when he’s too tired to do anything else?”

“Yes?” I confirmed, slightly bewildered. “He still cares, I would think.  Keep in mind, he does manual labor for a living, by choice.  If he’s too tired to move, he is probably physically incapable of moving.  It would be like Conor coming home, showering, and flopping on the couch.  Good luck moving him, just grab him a pillow and blanket.”

Jokul arched an eyebrow at me, recovering something resembling his former ego. “I am quite capable of carrying Ivan to a proper bed, thank you.” His face abruptly softened. “I’m just new at… this…” he waved his hand vaguely. “Relationships, during a time of peace, I suppose.”

Huh. That never occurred to me, actually. “Hang on,” I thought out loud. “Have you had any portion of this conversation,” I frantically pointed between the three of us, “with Ivan?”

“Not.. yet?” came the sheepish response.

“Sir!” I sputtered. “If you do not go home right now - take your pie with you! - and talk to your poor…. Partner, boyfriend, whatever. If you don’t talk to Ivan, I will give Arthur permission to re-administer the ass-whooping and deal with Ivan later over it!”

Rather than being offended, Jokul seemed to take the admonishment for what it was, and dashed off.  Charly, breathless with laughter, managed to recover just enough to give me the stink eye. “Did you just give solid advice to your adversary?”

“I won! Sort of,” I argued. “Besides, anyone that upset about a romantic relationship deserves some kind of slack, right?”

“Were you really going to sic Mr. Farro on him?”

I groaned, burying my head in my hands. “The less he knows about this entire interaction, the better. I’ll never hear the end of it.” And then, just as if my day could not possibly get any better, I heard a familiar, dry voice snark from behind me. 

“The less I know about what the better?”

Oh, hell.

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(In which Draco can’t cook to save his life au along with a dash of Christmas spirit)

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“Pansy.” Smoke was starting to crowd the room. Said girl remained oblivious as she scrolled through her phone. 

“Pansy.” The flame on the stove got bigger than Draco would have liked. He debated on using an Aguamenti, but wait, didn’t that weird muggle cookbook warn something about  using water with an open flame? Regardless he wasn’t taking any chances. Pansy, the cow, only gave a small hmm and continued on with whatever she was doing. 

“PANSY!” Ok that was it, he put a protective bubble around the stove just in a nick of time. He looked at the pot that started to burn inside the blazing inferno. And it has been a housewarming gift from Mrs. Weasley too. Regardless, he allowed himself a small moment of relief for dealing with one of the many problems that happened in the kitchen today. Small mercies he supposed. And that’s when the fire alarm started beeping persistently. 

In a frenzy, he tried putting up a silencio charm, but it kept wavering and wearing off. His spells never did work well when he was worked up in a mood. The smoke was fogging up the kitchen more than ever now too, much to Draco’s dismay. Harry was not going to be happy about the lingering smell later. 

The timer on the counter started going off signaling that the roast in the oven was done. At the same time the small pot next to the bubble charm of heat started to over boil due to his neglect when dealing with everything else. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake Draco,” Pansy finally looked up from her phone. She quickly casted her own silencing spell and vanished the smoke in the air. Right...now that his main problems were dealt with he quickly got to attending the roast. He put on those ridiculous Chudley Cannon mitts gifted by Ron from last Christmas (why they never got to replacing these hideously bright orange mitts he’ll never know) and got to work. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the roast looked exactly like it was supposed to in the muggle cookbook, a large victory in his disastrous attempts at cooking. 

He lifted it out of the oven planning to get it onto the counter quickly when the large pan collided with the edge of the oven door. It all happened too quickly, but one moment everything was perfectly fine and the next the pan shifted way too far right and his perfectly cooked roast stumbled onto the floor!

“Shit!” Draco cursed and ran to the counter to grab a napkin when he slipped onto the floor, his arse landing in the sauce used to marinate the meat. 

“You know when I asked you to help me I didn't mean for you to just sit on your arse scrolling through that muggle device of yours,” Draco glared.

Pansy rolled her eyes but took pity on him as she waved her wand to clean up the mess on the floor minus the roast. 

“Should we try Scourgifying it?” 

Like that would help save dinner, he sighed. Not to mention it was unhygienic and Harry would throw a fit if he found out. 

“Just vanish it, it’s useless anyways.” She nodded and a second later the roast was gone.

“At least you’ll have the creme brulee. And the potatoes,” she spared a glance at the pot that was overboiling a minute prior before grimacing. “Ok, maybe not the potatoes but who needs dinner when you have dessert anyways.” 

“Watch it turn out just as well as everything else,” he remarked and got up from the floor to check what was left of his cooking attempts. 

He went to the fridge to check on the little ramekins. Earlier they looked fine, but knowing his luck he’d have to test it before serving. 

Pansy handed him a spoon as he dug in and took a bite. A moment later was all it took and he quickly rushed over to the sink and spat it out. 

“Pansy, did you use salt instead of the sugar earlier?” It was one of the only times Pansy decided to help in the kitchen. She reasoned earlier that if she was going to help, at least it would be on the dish that requires the least amount of effort. 

She shrugged and took a bite of Draco’s neglected creme brulee before making a face. “Well...they did both look the same. And they’re in matching containers, Draco, what did you expect!”

“I just wanted to make a good dinner this year,” he sighed in defeat. Each year their friend group always got together and drew straws to see who’s house they were going to for Christmas dinner. Everytime he and Potter hosted, the Gryffindor prat would always suggest going to that all night buffet around Ron and Hermione’s place. 

“Hey, it’s all you can eat, saves the hassle of cooking, and they give war veterans discounts.” 

Draco couldn’t really argue against that and so they all went last year. He had to admit that the food was pretty good, but there was something about a nice home cooked meal on Christmas night that you just couldn’t replicate. 

Draco learned long ago that Harry simply did not cook. Not that Draco was judging, since he couldn’t cook as well. He’d rather leave that to the house elves, thank you very much. However, the difference between the two was that Draco was willing to try on the occasions where they had free time. Also, he was rather curious about the recipes Pansy was always going on about. Harry just usually shook his head each time and suggested they order take out. And in the three years that they have been together, two since they moved into a rather spacious flat at the heart of muggle London, he just accepted his boyfriend’s answer without ever looking into it. He just couldn’t be arsed about doing all the prep work and washing up afterwards. 

This Christmas though, they got picked again, and he’ll be damned if Potter thought they could just go to that buffet place again. So the night beforehand when he told Harry he was making dinner this year, the git just laughed and wished him good luck. 

“You had house elves your whole life, Draco. And cooking isn’t as easy as it appears on the telly.” 

So Draco set to work that morning to prove Harry wrong, starting even before the git left for work. But hours later and now he was here with a nearly burnt flat, no food to show, and a really smelly kitchen. Oh yeah, and there was Pansy being no help at all. 

He supposed if he hurried, he could use magic to make the food instead of relying on the muggle way. But apparently magic took away the flavor, according to Potter and after the day he had, he just wanted to give up. Suddenly the buffet idea was starting to sound appealing again. But screw him, he just wanted a nice dinner this year and at least he tried! The same couldn’t be said about his arse of a boyfriend, no matter how much he loved him. 

He looked at the mess he made before grabbing his wand. No need for the flat to stay in this state before Harry got home. 

“Right. Help me start cleaning Pans.” Reluctantly, she did what she was told. 

The two set to work for an hour or two before the floo flared up and Harry entered their flat. 

“Hey,” he greeted Draco with a quick kiss before turning to Pansy and giving her a small peck on the cheek. 

“How was he today?” he asked her as he started to take off the outer layer of his auror robes. 

She rolled her eyes, “As great as you’d expect a Malfoy to be in the kitchen.” 

“Hey! I’ll have to remind you two that I was brilliant at potions. My skills are not that abominable.” 

Pansy gave him a look before moving on. “Don’t mind him being such a twat, Potter. He’s just sad that everything he made didn’t turn out to be on the same scale as Mrs. Weasley’s.” She took her coat off the coat rack before making her way towards the floo. 

“Ta dears. See you in two days,” she took a handful of floo powder before giving the couple one last glance. “And Draco darling. The day hasn’t been a total bust. It was just as entertaining as I thought it’d be.” She gave him a wink and then she was gone. 

“Tosser,” he muttered, a tad too fondly if the look Harry was giving him was to go by. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to order from a deli or something,” Harry wrapped his arms around Draco. “It could even be from that expensive place on Bulbadox Avenue that you like so much. I checked and they’ll be open.” 

Draco rolled his eyes before returning Harry’s hug and relaxing in his lover’s embrace. 

“We could save that as a backup plan or something, but I’m planning to make a better meal tomorrow.” Not that he’d think he’d do any better. 

Harry snorted. “We found out you’re shit at cooking, just like the majority of us knew. Why don’t we spend the next day doing something relaxing. We could go and visit the market place near Diagon Alley. When it’s dark all the lights would be really pretty, and Hannah says they have a spectacular light display this year.” 

“Alright,” he agreed, “We could go later after I get our flat ready for our guests.” 

Harry pulled back a bit and made a face. “Are you sure? No offense Draco, but judging from what Pansy said I really don’t think you should waste your breath.” 

“I’m quite sure, Potter.” And they left it at that. 

The next day’s attempts were as disastrous as the first one’s. However, Harry definitely knew a lot more than Pansy and tried containing the damage as best as he could. 

“Wait! Draco, put that on simmer.” 

“Hold on! Don’t peel like that! You don’t want to take off a chunk of skin.”

“Draco! Oh God, where is the baking soda!” 

And so the fire department came after their neighbors called. That was a fun exchange to watch as he saw Harry stumble through explanations on what happened, his face rivaling Ron’s hair. 

By the end of the afternoon they were both exhausted. But since it was Christmas Eve they decided to go to the marketplace just like they planned. Draco was glad they decided to go, as he found out that Hannah wasn’t exaggerating. The light display was truly spectacular this year. 

He walked with Potter hand in hand as they made their way around different booths. They ended up buying an assortment of jams, cheese, and bread seeing how that one bread booth had some quite delicious samples. 

They were making the last of their rounds around the giant fountain at the center of the square when he overheard a family talking about their plans to make a special Christmas dinner the next day. He felt the tiniest sense of disappointment as he remembered his failed attempts earlier. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Harry asked as they passed by a ginormous Christmas tree lit up with streams of garland and fairy lights. If you looked closely you could see some actual fairies dancing around the branches. The sight put a smile on Draco’s face. 

“Just thinking about Christmas dinner. I really wanted to make something special this year.” 

“Oh,” he could hear the frown in Potter’s tone, “But I thought you’d rather not deal with the hassle. Not to mention all our friends are coming by and I know how much you hate it when the flat’s a mess. Specifically since we know how Ron gets when he starts with the firewhiskey.” Draco shrugged.

“I think I’m just being nostalgic about it,” he mused. “I know you don’t talk about your childhood all that much, but during Christmas time at the manor, mother and father would always gather all their Pureblood friends and all the elves would prepare the best meal to impress all the guests. There’s just something special about having a meal like that, despite some people insisting that buffet food is just fine.” 

Harry let out a small grin. “Yeah, sorry about that. Last year was the last time, promise.” 

The teasing tone was familiar between the two of them, yet it didn’t last long before Harry drifted deep in thought. 

“It’s not that I don’t like cooking, it’s just- well. I’m rather shit at talking about these things,” he untangled his hand from Draco’s and shoved it in his pockets. Draco let him, knowing his posture meant that he’s working his way to saying something important. 

“My aunt and uncle had meals like that too. They’d invite their friends and leave the children to play outside with Dudley while the adults talked. And Aunt Petunia...she always made sure I knew how to prepare for dinners like that. Sometimes I’d watch from the kitchen window and envy the kids playing in the yard.” 

It was much more than Harry told Draco beforehand that was for sure. They had their talks about the war and the effects it had on the both of them, but whenever they touched upon Harry’s childhood, he’d just explained that they were not the nice people who took them in as the public portrayed. He’d always left it at that saying that it was in the past. But now Harry was working up the courage to tell him specifics. It left a warm fuzzy feeling inside Draco’s chest and he extended an arm to touch Harry as a silent appreciation of trust. 

Slowly, Harry relaxed and intertwined their fingers again. 

“I choose not to cook mainly because I don’t have fond memories of doing it. My aunt would always have something to say, even though eventually I got pretty good at making food. She just did it out of habit, I think.” 

“Your family sounds like they were an arse.” They stopped walking and Draco turned to face Harry. “It’s alright if you’re not going to cook in the future. Just know that I love you and appreciate it that you’re choosing to share this with me.” 

He leaned in and the pair shared a nice slow kiss before parting and heading back. 

The next day, Harry was in charge of taking care of dinner, since Pansy flooed earlier asking for Draco’s help in some last minute shopping. 

“I swear Pans! Didn’t you learn anything from Christmas last year?” he huffed at the busy streets of Diagon Alley, “Melin, I’m not even sure if most of the shops are open!” 

So for the next few hours they went from shop to shop looking for Salazar knows what. Pansy was a very selective gift giver and everytime Draco made a suggestion she shot him down. 

“This is made with opals from Australia Pansy! I don’t understand how your friend would not like that!” 

“Hmm,” she browsed through the display cases in the shop, “I think she’d rather have a nice rock honestly. It doesn’t have to be Australian, but stones and crystals are rather in right now…” 

When it was time to go home he was feeling quite exacerbated with his friend. Pansy, in all their hours of shopping, only bought one object. 

“You still realize that I have a flat to set up right? And I’ll have to place a break proof charm on everything, knowing all the Gryffindors in our group.” Why couldn’t Harry be in Slytherin like the sorting hat wanted, honestly!  Pansy just gave him a small salute as they parted ways. Tosser. 

When he returned home, however, a delicious smell was coming from the kitchen. 

“Harry?” He made his way into the room and was greeted with the sight of his lover pulling out a roasting pan, fresh from the oven. His eyes widened as he looked over all the dishes on the countertop. The assortment of appetizers and side dishes made his mouth water. He honestly thought that Harry was going to order from the deli just like he planned, but this was by far a thousand times better. Suddenly he knew why Pansy dragged him out all afternoon. 

“I seriously can’t believe I didn’t see this sooner! Plotting with my best friend behind my back Potter? How Slytherin of you.” 

Harry laughed as he placed the roasting pan on the counter before taking away the aluminum foil on top revealing a nice baked ham. “Yeah, when I told her I wanted to surprise you she went for it straight away. She said she felt sorry for you the other day, and you should be glad she took pity upon you because now you have that dinner you wanted.” 

“That sounds like Pansy alright,” Draco rolled his eyes but let out a fond smile. He knew Harry revealed that he already had some culinary experience, but he hadn't anticipated this. Although now that he thought about it, if he had to go back to school and was told to recreate a calming draught potion, his muscle memory would guide him through it. It seemed like Harry hadn't lost his touch on cooking either. 

“Would you like a walk through the menu tonight?” Harry smiled as he set his oven mitts aside. 

Draco nodded as Harry pulled up the first appetizer. “So these are drunken peaches with bits of goat cheese and prosciutto tucked in phyllo pastry.”  

He presented another dish that looked like mini sandwiches with tiny toothpicks speared through. “Here’s some grilled peach caprese with mozzarella and basil topped with a basic balsamic.” 

He pulled up the salad bowl, “Fig salad with greens, goat cheese, and walnuts marinated with oil, vinegar, and honey.”

He moved on, “And here’s some roasted asparagus wrapped in prosciutto served with a hint of parmesan and drizzled with olive oil.” 

Draco couldn’t resist taking one and plopping it in his mouth. “You know that asparagus is my favorite.” 

Harry smiled fondly, “I know.”

He pulled up another plate, “That’s why I had to use it in another dish as well.” 

It was a smaller dish than the ones Harry showed him beforehand, yet it still looked amazing. “Smoked salmon with poached eggs, roasted asparagus, basil pesto, and dill topped with olive oil.” 

He pushed another plate forward. At the center was a type of bread surrounded with an assortment of crackers on the plate. “Baked brie and apricot preserves wrapped with puff pastry and a hint of honey.” 

Another dish, “Golden roasted potatoes with chopped garlic, rosemary, and other spices.” 

“Your classic mashed potatoes and gravy boat.” Harry winked, and Draco laughed. Harry really liked his potatoes, so it was no surprise that he’d prepare two types. 

“Then all we have left is the honey baked ham and dessert for later on.” He shrugged like he didn’t just make enough food to feed the whole Weasley clan. 

“Oh?” Draco prompted as he slid closer to his lover, “And what’s for dessert?” He gave him a heated look.

Harry easily accepted Draco’s embrace as he leaned in. 

“You could choose between a mini chocolate lava cake paired with a raspberry sorbet,” Harry teased the shell of his ear causing Draco to shiver before moving downwards, “or a vanilla chiffon cake with a fresh berry puree topped with a blueberry cream cheese frosting,” Harry muttered against his lips as he pulled Draco closer. Sweet Salazar, that shouldn’t have sounded better than the earlier dishes, but it did. 

Draco smirked, “And if I choose you?” 

Harry grinned, “That can be arranged.” 

Draco teasingly dragged his lips across Harry’s before connecting them sweet and slow. Things were just getting more heated when their floo flared. 

“Eww mate. I will never get used to that, ever,” Ron grimaced as Hermione came through behind him. Draco was really regretting their open floor plan right now, but accepted one last kiss from Harry before making their way over to greet their friends. 

“Honestly Ron. It’s been years,” she accepted a hug from her best friend. “Dinner smells lovely by the way.” 

“Yeah! Did Harry finally get to cooking or did you two find a new catering place or something,” the four of them moved into the kitchen. 

Draco raised an eyebrow. “You guys knew that Potter cooked?” 

“Well, there was that whole year we spent together in a tent,” Hermione replied, “Someone had to be the designated cooker, otherwise Ron would’ve gone insane.” 

“Hey!” Ron protested but didn’t disagree.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I finally got to cooking. But you should’ve seen when Draco attempted it at first!” 

“A Malfoy cooking? What, has the world finally come to an end or something,” Ron joked and earned a small nudge from Draco. 

“It really wasn’t that bad,” he protested but in truth, he knew it was. 

Harry smirked at him. “Did I tell you how the fire department came the other day? The neighbors were seriously concerned about Draco burning the apartment complex down.” 

“Shut up Potter!” 

Harry grinned and couldn’t help but challenge him. “Make me,” he moved closer. 

Ron let out a groan, “Ok Mione. Time to move back to the living room yeah?” 

Harry let out a laugh as he watched Hermione lecture Ron about letting them have their moment. 

He and Draco remained in the kitchen as they started to set up a bit more, waiting for their other guests to arrive, just enjoying each other’s company. 

“Harry,” Draco prompted after a while. 

“Yes Draco?” He looked up from the napkins he was just setting down. 

Draco smiled before placing the silverware down to join him. “Thanks for cooking for me.” He gave him a chaste kiss. 

When he pulled back Harry couldn’t help his reply, “Always.” 

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Lost and Found [Part Seven]

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People always assumed that Adrien had a soulmate. After all, he was the sunshine child, the light of his parents' lives. He brightened up every room he walked into. His Mother always told him that one day he would get a soulmate of his own. He was still young, and age gaps in soulmate pairs didn't necessarily mean anything nefarious. But as he got older and older, his Mother's words felt more and more worthless. And then his Mother left. Without his soulmate, his Father grew cold and distant and no longer seemed to see Adrien as anything other than one of his models.

Adrien's sunshine faded. He didn't have a Soulmate. He didn't need a Soulmate. He didn't want a Soulmate.

To the media, his parents were a love story. But Adrien knew better. He remembered the day his Mother disappeared. He was eleven and his parents were screaming in the foyer after a dinner party. Mother yelled that she was taking the keys and leaving, and Adrien felt guilty that he was relieved that she wasn't taking him with her. She was a reckless driver when she was mad. The next morning, Mother wouldn't pick up the phone. Father called and left a message, saying every swear word ever invented in the process. But Mother never called back. The morning after Father called the police. It took them three weeks to find Mother's car. 100 miles south of Paris, abandoned on the side of the road, hidden by trees. A week later, his Father was already planning the funeral.

Adrien begged his Father to keep searching. But his Father refused. He put the household on lockdown, claiming that someone had murdered Emilie Agreste, someone who was targeting the Agreste family. He fired his personal assistant, a young woman named Hannah. Adrien adored her, because she treated Adrien like family, rather than like a job. Taking Hannah's place was Nathalie Sancoeur. She handled Adrien like he was a disobedient puppy, who needed to be trained to follow rules. She was an icy dagger to Adrien's heart, a reminder that all of the warmth in his life was gone.

It took months before Adrien finally started to fight back. With only one ally at his side, the only friend his Father had ever let him make, Adrien turned to Chloé Bourgeoise for help. Together they created a plan. It consisted of one major step. Adrien would be going to public school for now on.

The logistics were a little more difficult to figure out, but Chloé had never backed down from a challenge before. Registering Adrien for school without parental consent was difficult, but Collège Françoise Dupont was well known for the incompetence of their administration. It only took Chloé ten minutes and two threats of Mayoral intervention to convince the principal of Françoise Dupont to enroll Adrien, placing him into the same classes as Chloé. With all the pieces in place, the only thing Adrien had left to do was show up to school. Unfortunately, that turned out to be the hardest part.

The night before his first day, Chloé called Adrien to video chat. She made him promise that no matter what his Father did or said, he would try his hardest to come to school. Adrien made the promise. It would turn out to be a mistake.

Getting to school ended up being too difficult a challenge. Nathalie stopped him on the stairs leading up to the doors of the school, mere feet from freedom. "Adrien, I would advise you to reconsider. Your Father has made up his mind on this."

"But..." Adrien began a rebuttal, but it faded when he caught sight of an older man with a cane struggling to get to his feet. "One moment," said Adrien as he rushed to the man's side and helped him up. 

"Thank you, young man," said the man, who began to walk off in the other direction.

Adrien returned to Nathalie, who stared him down impassively. "Continue."

"I just want to go to school like everybody else. What's so wrong with that?"

"Get in the car." Nathalie's order was not a suggestion. As Adrien looked into her cold eyes he knew that there would be hell to pay if he disobeyed her. His Father's short temper combined with Nathalie's apathy would lead to nothing but pain. Adrien had already lost so much. He didn't want to lose the little he had left.

"Please don't tell my Father about all this," begged Adrien.

Nathalie sighed noncommittally as she held the car door open for him. Tears pricked the corners of Adrien's eyes. It seemed like everything in his life went wrong.

Adrien had always been eager to please. He would always be willing to do anything for the people he cared about. But in his efforts to please his Father, he hurt Chloé, and for one fleeting moment, Adrien couldn't remember what it was that was keeping him tied down to Earth. Why didn't he just leave, follow in his Mother's footsteps and abandon the world he knew.  It would be so easy to hop on a bus, to find some middle-of-nowhere town and disappear, to become someone else. Adrien had always hated modeling. He never wanted to be treated like a spectacle. Yet all those thoughts were brushed aside in the time it took Adrien to blink. He couldn't just leave. Not when he had Chloé waiting for him.

"You are not going to school," Adrien's Father snapped as soon as Adrien stepped through the door. "I've already told you this once before."

"But Father-" Adrien protested.

"Everything you need is right here, where I can keep an eye on you. I will not have you outside in that dangerous world."

"It's not dangerous. I'm always stuck inside, all by myself. Why can't I go to school with Chloé?"

"Chloé Bourgeoise has proven herself to be a terrible influence on you. I will not have you meeting with her any longer."

"But Father-" Adrien cringed back, tears pricking his eyes.

"You are my son, and you will follow my rules as such. Nathalie, continue Adrien's lessons." His Father stormed out of the entryway, and Adrien left to go to his room.

"Adrien, your lessons await."

"I'll be back downstairs in a couple minutes," Adrien mumbled as he all but sprinted up to his room. Slamming his door behind him, Adrien collapsed onto his bed with a groan. He had texted Chloé in the car, letting her know that he wouldn't be able to come to school after all. She was distraught, but at his Father, rather than at him. He couldn't even imagine how upset she would be when she learned that she wouldn't be allowed to come over to his house anymore.

Adrien: Chloé, I'm really sorry. My Father doesn't want you coming over to my house anymore. He thinks you're a bad influence on me. I don't think I'll be able to change his mind.

The tears started to fall immediately after Adrien sent the text. What his Father was doing wasn't fair, but Adrien didn't know how to fix the mess his Mother had left behind. As he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, he started to feel the ground shake beneath him.

The next half-hour passed by in a whirlwind. His life was changed irrevocably. Chloé was akumatized, turned into a monster whose only goal was to liberate Adrien from his Father's clutches. Adrien found a magic ring that gave him the thing he wanted most in the world - freedom. Along with the ring came Plagg, the world's most gluttonous God of Destruction.

"Now you can't tell anyone that you're Chat Noir. The Miraculous of Destruction is too powerful to fall into the wrong hands."

"Okay," Adrien agreed.

"All you have to do to transform is say 'Claws out!'" explained Plagg.

"Got it. Plagg, claws out!" The ring glowed green as Adrien began to transform. The transformation was nothing short of miraculous. It took only a few moments, but it felt almost devoid of time. Afterward, he felt completely changed. His human senses had been amplified, and the whole world felt different. Adrien glanced in his mirror and gasped. "What in the world?" He was now clad in a black leather bodysuit, with a black mask covering his face. His ordinary human eyes had been transformed into those of a cat. "This is so weird."

Another rumble of the ground underneath his distracted Adrien from his awe. "Oh, right. I have to go save Paris." He opened a window and without even glancing behind him, Adrien left the confines of his home behind. "Liberté, here I come."

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Adrien liked working with Ladybug. Despite Plagg's very limited explanation of Adrien's new powers and Ladybug's tendency to trip over her own feet when she got nervous, the duo freed Chloé from the akuma in record time. It broke Adrien's heart, seeing Chloé sprawled out on the ground, looking dazed and confused. His best friend had her life ripped apart, and it was his fault. All because Adrien didn't make it to school. All because Adrien wasn't able to disobey his Father.

"What's going on? What am I doing here?" Chloé asked.

Before Adrien could answer her questions, his ring began to beep. 

"We both need to get going. Our identities must remain a secret." Ladybug advised.

Adrien glanced over at Chloé, who was picking herself up off the ground, brushing grass stains off of her white pants. "I suppose you're right. I'll see you again soon, Ladybug." Adrien dashed away, his newfound abilities as Chat Noir allowing his to vault out of the stadium in three jumps.

He returned home, exhausted, and collapsed onto his bed. The transformation ran out before he could remember how to detransform manually.

"I demand camembert." Plagg flew around his room, throwing a tantrum the instant the transformation ran out.

"I'll go down to the kitchens." As Adrien walked down the stairs, he glanced over at the picture of his Mother. She looked so calm and reserved in the portrait, nothing like Adrien remembered. Emilie Agreste was a whirlwind. She lived every day like it was her last. She was the most impulsive person Adrien had ever met. Once, she dragged Adrien out of bed at five in the morning so that they could drive to Belgium to have authentic Belgian waffles for breakfast. Father was furious, but Mother didn't care. She promised Father over the phone that she would never do it again, with a smirk on her face that told Adrien everything he needed to know about his Mother's promises.

Adrien stared at his Mother's portrait, and made up his mind. Come hell or high water, he would be going to school tomorrow.

With a wheel of camembert cheese in hand, Adrien came back into his room ready Plagg to descend on him.

"Cheese!" Plagg cheered as he dove at Adrien.

Adrien pulled the cheese away from Plagg. "Not yet. You don't get cheese until you answer some of my questions."

"Fine," Plagg groaned. "One question, then I get the cheese."

Adrien already had a question in mind. "Did you only choose me because I don't have a Soulmate. That way I don't have any distraction, and I can't lose the miraculous."

Plagg's rolled his eyes. "You humans are so self-centered. You can't lose your miraculous because you don't own your miraculous. I'm just letting you borrow it for your silly hero duties."

"Then why did you choose me?"

"Because you have a good heart, kid. Because you know the difference between right and wrong. Because you're willing to go the extra mile in order to make things right in the world. There isn't any reason in particular, except that you're the best person for the job."

"Thanks, Plagg."

"Now give me my camembert before I take it from you by force."

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Adrien snuck out of the house that morning, having already resolved that he would be there for Chloé, no matter what. Unfortunately, he didn't even make it to his classroom before Chloé transformed back into Liberté. Adrien heard the screams as he walked down the hallway and broke out into a run towards the nearest empty classroom. "Plagg, claws out!"

Chat Noir and Ladybug had a much tougher time defeating Liberté the second time around. It took two exhausting hours before Ladybug resorted to using her lucky charm, which gave her a one hundred pound weight. "What do I do with this?" Ladybug asked, but Adrien could already see the wheels turning in her head. She quickly explained to him the plan: pulley the weight onto Liberté's scale in order to launch the book off, then destroy the book with Chat's cataclysm. Adrien was glad that he would be able to put his cataclysm to good use, especially after his mishap the day prior when he accidentally used it before the battle even started.

In only a few moments, the battle was won. Adrien held Chloé's book, the copy of Pride and Prejudice that her Soulmate gave to her. As Chloé's best friend, Adrien was the one person who Chloé had told everything about her Soulmate to. Adrien knew that Chloé was asexual. He knew that when she was twelve-years-old she gained a Soulmate who was already well into adulthood. He knew about the cigarettes and bullets and condoms she found in the beginning. He helped Chloé write her first note to her Soulmate. He was there when she got the book in return, an apology gift from her Soulmate.

Adrien walked up to Chloé, offering her a hand to pull her back up onto her feet.

"Thank you," said Chloé, staring at Adrien with realization in her eyes.

Adrien tried to keep his facial expression blank, though internally he was panicking. How could Chloé already have figured out that he was Chat Noir? "You're welcome, uh, Mademoiselle. And here is your book."

"Thanks." Chloé stared down at the tattered cover of the book like it held the secrets to the universe.

"I'm going to head home Ladybug, before I detransform," said Chat. In reality, he wanted to get  away from Chloé before she decided to confront him right then and there.

"Goodbye!"  Ladybug smiled at him, and in another world, Adrien would have fallen in love with her. But after everything he had been though, Adrien didn't particularly want to fall in love. He didn't want a story-book romance. He didn't want the love story his parents had.

Adrien wanted friends. Adrien wanted more people like Chloé in his life, more people who were willing to help him, no matter what the cost. But first, Adrien needed to talk to Chloé. He had promised Plagg that he wouldn't reveal his identity to anyone, but maybe there were some promises that needed to be broken.

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"Thanks for coming to school today," Chloé said. They were both in the library for third period when Chloé had grabbed him and dragged him to a secluded spot in the back of the library.

"My Father's going to be disappointed in me, but that's not much of a change. He's never been proud of me, no matter what I do."

Chloé hugged him, then whispered in his ear in a faux-serious voice,"I'll help you hide the body."

Adrien let out a laugh and then shook his head. "I know you would, Chloé. How are things between you and J.T."

"He sent me a note this morning." Chloé pulled a folded piece of paper out of her pants pocket. "Dear Soulmate. What's your favorite type of cookie? (I happen to know a very good baker who is currently taking requests)"

"I assume you told him chocolate chip."

"You know me so well." Chloé's playful expression turned serious. "I know you very well too. That's how I know that you're Chat Noir."

"I'm not-" Adrien began to protest, but Chloé cut him off.

"You don't need to argue with me. It's not going to work."

"But-"

"I'm not going to tell anyone. I just want you to know that I'm here for you if you ever need to talk."

Adrien blinked a tear out of his eye. "Thank you, Chloé. Thank you for always being there for me."

"You're welcome." Chloé stood up, then pulled Adrien up to his feet as well. 

"Now c'mon. I have this friend named Marinette who I think you would like."

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Ink On Skin Chapter Three

Chapter One Chapter Two

Ethan had to get up early the next morning so he could finish Paul’s bouquet. He had the flowers set aside and a general idea of what he wanted, so it wouldn’t take too much of his day. It was still going to take a while to get the image in his mind perfectly created. He made sure to take a shower that night, washing away all of the issues of the day before.

He once again stood under the stream of hot water and inspected his body for any new tattoos that might give him a hint to who his soulmate might be. He wondered who they had their eye on in their life. He couldn’t find anything new.

The two of them decided that either of them could be with whoever they want and that they didn’t have to give their soulmate any information if they didn’t want to. Ethan remembered the guilt he had felt when he slept with his high school crush, Danny, before he dropped out.

He had told his soulmate and they didn’t judge him, telling him that they had been with other people as well. But, it had never been romantic. Both of them had this unspoken worry of falling in love with someone other than their soulmate.

Ethan didn’t tell them the name of who he was thinking about dating. He felt like it would make things worse if he did fall for her. His soulmate seemed to agree, as he had no clue who they had fallen for.

He stepped out of the shower when he finished and dried himself off before going to his room and getting dressed. He grabbed a white knitted sweater and black jeans before he went to the front room, where Greg was sleeping peacefully.

He scooped his cat into his arm, not caring that some of the ugly cat’s hair would get on his Sweater. He smiled down at Greg’s grumpy face as he made his food. He sat the bowl and his cat down as he moved to get himself some orange juice.

He just drank some out of the carton, then grabbed his jacket. Ethan walked out of the apartment, making sure to lock the door. He made sure to tell Greg to watch over the house before the door was closed.

It was a beautiful day. While it was cold, the sun was shining and people were out and about. As he walked down the populated street, he couldn’t help but add a little pep to his step. He was ready to take on the day.

He was lucky enough to get to his shop half an hour early and started on Paul’s bouquet. He weaved the flowers together, and within the hour it was finished. It was beautiful and delicate. Ethan was proud of it.

He wrapped a white ribbon around the bouquet for Paul, wanting to make it look nice. It was lovely when people bought flowers for their soulmate. Something about it just felt intimate, and it was something Ethan loved to be a part of.

When rock music softly played through the walls, Ethan smiled. It was nice, knowing the person he worked next to. It was even nicer that she was attractive, funny, nice, smart, and a good person.

Paul came in at about one thirty, a little earlier than Ethan expected. The man’s eyes went wide when he saw the bouquet, thanking Ethan a million times over. Ethan just shrugged and took the eighty dollars for the well put together flower arrangement.

He didn’t expect to be given a one hundred dollar bill. When he went to make change, Paul stopped him. “It’s a tip. This looks amazing, and I’m sure Emma is going to love it. So, you know, keep the change.” He gave a nervous smile and left.

Ethan carefully put the bill into the register, his day now even better. Even though he accepted tips, no one ever tipped more than a few dollars, which was a bit of a joke. He thought about Paul’s soulmate and how lucky she was. He hoped that he could do things like that for his soulmate, or Lex, one day.

He took a reasonably timed lunch break that day. He heard the music turn off and realized that Lex was taking her break. He thought he might as well join her. He locked his door just in time to see her walking out of her parlor.

“So, where are we eating?” Ethan asked her. Lex looked over at him with a grin.

“I was just going to walk over to Beanies, you’re welcome to join me.” She offered.

Ethan nodded, and the two walked side by side, chatting about their days so far. Apparently Lex was having a good business day as well, and had already made a killing on walk-ins alone.

He thought about what it would be like to get a tattoo of his own. He had seen some of Lex’s work, he would want her to be the one to do it. He wondered what his soulmate would think about his choice, and if they would comment on it.

Soon they arrived at Beanies, and Lex opened the door for Ethan this time. He thanked her as he walked in, standing in line. He silently wondered where Hannah was, but Lex didn’t seem at all worried so he let it go.

He got himself a large hot chocolate and a muffin that looked less than toxic or hard as a rock. It seemed like a safe bet when the barista behind the counter didn’t have to pull too hard to get it off of the plate that they were on.

He walked to a table near the back and waited for Lex and his hot chocolate. The former walked over holding a sad looking breakfast sandwich. She pulled a packet of hot sauce out of her jacket’s pocket and put the spicy stuff on the inside.

“So, how much do you charge for tattoos?” Ethan asked, picking off a piece of his muffin and popping it into his mouth.

“It depends, but usually it’s around a hundred bucks.” Lex told him, taking a big bite of her sandwich. “Why do you ask?”

“I was thinking about getting one.” He told her honestly.

“Oh, well it’s a big decision. I put a lot of thought into the ones I have.”

“How did you decide on which ones to get?” Ethan asked, thanking the manager as she sat their drinks down at the table.

“Most of mine were actually drawn by Hannah. She’s so talented, I swear she’s going to art school one day. Others I designed myself. One on my shoulder is from a postcard.” Lex told him, finishing the breakfast sandwich.

Ethan nodded, thinking about the tattoos his soulmate had. He wondered how they had decided on them. He wondered what he would get. He wanted to show them a part of him.

His attention was diverted from Lex when he noticed Paul walk into the coffee shop, badly hiding the bouquet of flowers behind his back. He sat at a table and waited until the shortest barista took off her apron and pulled down her hair for her break. ‘That must be Emma.’ Ethan thought.

Emma sat down at Paul’s table, and Lex and Ethan watched as Paul awkwardly gave her the bouquet of flowers. Emma took the bouquet and nodded to whatever he had said, rolling her eyes fondly.

“Wow.” Lex said, watching the exchange.

“Yeah. One day, I want that.” Ethan told her honestly.

“How did I expect that?” She smiled back.

When the two of them finished, they stood back up and left. Ethan walked next to Lex and thought about what they had just done. Was it a date? It kind of felt like a date, but he hadn’t been on many dates.

“So, that was a really good lunch date…” He said awkwardly.

“It was a date?” Lex asked. There was a smile in her tone, but Ethan was still worried that he had offended her.

“I mean, not if you didn’t want it to be.” He said quickly. His face was warm. “I was just thinking that maybe it was. Sorry if-”

“I’m teasing you. It was.” She laughed. Ethan calmed down.

“Right.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

Soon they got back to their buildings and Ethan walked in, relaxing his shoulders. He sat by the phone and waited.

It took until seven in the afternoon until something happened. The woman who had gotten roses a few days ago walked in, a new engagement ring on her finger. She walked up to the counter.

“Hi. Do you do weddings?” She asked, tilting her head.

Ethan felt his breath escape him, weddings were what kept his shop open. “Yes! Yes we do!”

“Perfect! I’m getting married to my soulmate in a few months, and I was hoping that you could make my bouquet out of roses.” She suggested.

“Of course, and what roses would you want?” Ethan asked.

“Red and lavender. Maybe also add some pink. And white gardenias.” She told him. He was glad that she already had an image in her head.

“Well that’s doable. Can you come in sometime before the week of so that we can make it perfect?” He asked, giving his charming smile.

“Yeah. I have your card, so I’ll call you?” She suggested.

“Sounds perfect.” Ethan smiled.

She nodded, then bought a small ten dollar bouquet of red carnations. She left with a smile after giving him a decent tip. Ethan was stoked.

A few hours later, Ethan closed up, making sure that the door was securely locked before he started on his walk home. He felt a fuzzy feeling in his chest when he thought about the lunch date with Lex. It was something he couldn’t wait to tell Greg about.

When he walked inside, he noticed Greg laying on the top of the couch, sleeping. Ethan walked over and patted his head, waking him up. He fed him, and Greg ate his food happily.

He then started on his own dinner. He made himself an egg sandwich with cheese, making over easy eggs to put on the sandwich. He added a dash of hot sauce and sat at his table, digging in. He was proud of himself for remembering dinner.

He took time to enjoy his dinner, even turning on the tv. He changed the channel to a show about pregnant teens. God, he loved trash television. It reminded him of some of the kids at Hatchet Field High. Each year there was at least one person who got knocked up.

He found no issue in deciding to sleep on the couch. With Greg snoring on his stomach, there was no problem staying on the couch. He turned the tv off as he felt himself falling asleep and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

He woke up to Greg hitting his chest. He was in a good mood for once. Ethan scooped him up and walked over to the fridge, feeding his fur baby. He grabbed an apple on his way out before locking the door, taking a bite as he walked down the street.

He smiled at a few of the people looking at him as he walked to the flower shop. He unlocked the door and walked in, setting up to open for the day by taking some of the dead flowers and tossing them.

He swept up and spent his morning singing to himself. He smiled as he looked outside. The sky felt prettier than normal. He felt like he was in a musical, where everything was happy and would end up perfect.

A guy walked in with his hands stuffed into his khaki’s pockets. He had a dark mustache and hard eyes. “Yeah, hey, could I get some flowers?” He was chewing gum.

“Well that is my job. What kind would you like?” Ethan asked.

“Somethin’... romantic. But not too romantic.”

“I think that pink roses would work. Romantic but not as much as red. Sure to please anyone who receives them.”

“Great, I’ll get a bouquet of those.”

“Premade, we only have bouquets of twelve. Is that alright?” Ethan told him. The guy looked like he wasn’t above yelling at him about the price.

“Sure, whatever.”

“That’ll be forty dollars.” Ethan told him, pulling one of the beautiful pink bouquets from behind his desk.

To the man’s credit, all he did was grumble as he pulled his wallet out to pay. Ethan looked down at the name on the card, Ted J. He silently wondered what the J stood for as he swiped the card and handed over the flowers.

Ted left after collecting his card. Ethan pulled out his phone and scrolled through tumblr until he heard rock music from the wall. He smiled to himself, thinking about Lex. He almost couldn’t wait to see her again.

Ethan took time to breathe as he waited for the rock music to be turned off. Before then, a man walked in. He seemed to be normal as anyone, and he wasn’t someone Ethan recognized from Hatchet Field. It was odd that he was eating an apple.

The strange man walked over and bought a singular daisey for a dollar. “So, it’s getting late in the day. Have you taken your lunch break yet?” He asked, trying to make conversation.

“I’m about to, actually.” Ethan smiled politely up at him. He looked down at the card before he handed it back, ‘Wilbur Cross’ was the man’s name.

“Oh, well you should try the place on main street. Best tacos I’ve ever had.” Wilbur told him, giving him a sly smile. It sent uncomfortable shivers down Ethan’s spine. He was thankful when the man walked out, smelling the flower that he had bought.

Ethan watched him walk out, tossing the half eaten apple into the bin on his way out. It had obviously been thrown with more than enough force than needed, as there was a loud ‘bang’ when it hit the metal side, making Ethan flinch.

Ethan walked out and noticed Lex already walking down the street. She turned and waved at him, and he jogged up to her. She was wearing an old yellow plaid jacket. He recognized it as one that Hannah had worn a few times. He had to admit, Lex looked better in it, but Lex would look better than everyone wearing anything. She was just that beautiful.

The two of them talked as they walked down the street, Ethan letting Lex lead them to wherever they would be having lunch. She eventually chose a sketchy taco truck parked in front of a playground.

When the amazing smell hit him, Ethan was thankful for Lex’s amazing taste. The two of them walked to the window and ordered, Lex smiling at him as she paid for the two of them. Ethan couldn’t even pretend to be angry with the cute smile she gave him.

With their food, they sat at a bench. Ethan looked down at Lex and wondered what her soulmate would be like. They would be someone badass and smart, like she was. And they wouldn’t be afraid of anyone or anything.

Lex was thinking the same thing about Ethan. She thought of someone just as kind as Ethan surprising him with flowers that they had planted together. It would be disgustingly cute. And if Ethan would leave her for someone like that, she couldn’t blame him.

She pushed the thoughts out of her head and rested her head on Ethan’s shoulder. She felt a shift and looked up to see him smiling a dumb and lovestruck smile at her. She had never wanted to kiss someone so badly, but she didn’t. Not yet.

“How’s the burrito?” She asked instead, wanting to just take in their world for a little bit longer. Things had been pretty good since she started talking to Ethan. He just… fit into her life. She wondered if that’s what it would be like with her soulmate. She hoped so, because it felt amazing. Even Hannah liked him.

“It’s good. It’s perfect actually.” The way he said the second part, looking at her with his big eyes and the same smile, made her heart swell. She wanted to stay in that moment forever.

“What a fucking nerd.” She smiled back. She hoped her smile could convey what she was trying to communicate. He gave a soft laugh, so she assumed they did.

They sat like that for a while, even after they had finished their food. At some point, Ethan had wrapped his arm around Lex and she could see the peak of a tattoo from under his sleeve. She didn’t dare move it though, she didn’t want the crushing disappointment of proof that he wasn’t her soulmate yet.

Even though it was the perfect day, with birds chirping and the sun shining, they had to get back to work. Lex sent Ethan ahead, wanting to grab a drink to take back with her. She thought back to that morning, and when she had to calm Hannah down from a panic attack. Something about ‘smoke in the walls and a bad man’. When she promised her sister that she would look out for it, Hannah seemed to calm down.

She waited in the short line and about ten minutes later she was walking back sipping on a cherry coke. People didn’t pay her much attention as she walked, and she returned the favor.

She only looked up when she got back. A few people had gathered around, looking inside the shop. Ethan was still outside, but he was on his knees. The door to his shop was wide opened. There were fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

Lex slowly walked over and her breath was taken away. His shop was ruined. It was almost blurry. The register was on the floor and there was smoke coming from the back door. It was then that she heard beeps coming from a smoke alarm behind the closed door to the back room.

Ethan broke down.

[shannaraisles]

Snapshots

A Ko-fi commission fic for @kagetsukai, starring her Hannah Fox and my Poppy Hawke.

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"Remind me again why we thought this was a good idea today?"

Poppy laughed at Hannah's less-than-impressed expression. They were both more than a little damp, though thankfully not soaked, sheltering under the eaves of a closed cafe in the heart of Kirkwall's one and only city garden. The downpour of rain had came to call a little earlier than either of the girls had expected, resulting in a dash for cover to the tune of far too much hysterical laughter. They were supposed to be distinguished, dignified seniors.

"Because the assignment's due in two days, and we already booked the dark room tomorrow without having any shots to develop?" she suggested innocently, laughing again at the dark look her friend gave her. "Oh, cheer up. It could be worse."

"How?" Hannah didn't look as though she could be convinced.

Poppy sidled close to her, tilting her head onto Hannah's shoulder and batting her lashes playfully.

"Alex could be here instead of me."

To her delight, this did get a small huff of laughter from her best friend. Poppy's twin brother was nothing if not persistent, often proclaiming that the only reason Hannah spent so much time with Poppy was because she secretly wanted to go out with him. Hannah had already put a severe cramp in his flirting techniques at least once, but it just wasn't working. The problem was that her refusals weren’t going to work until Alex saw something else happen - namely, Poppy plucking up her courage to do a little flirting of her own. But how did you go from best friends to girlfriends without losing that friendship? What if Hannah was totally disgusted by the idea? It was a scary prospect. Not to mention their parents' reactions ... Okay, time to stop that spiral before it got out of control.

Hannah was shaking her head, her smile relaxing finally as she looked at Poppy.

"You'd protect me from your brute of a brother, right?"

"Oh, yeah, of course," Poppy said. "He's only, what, two feet taller than me? I would gallantly lay down my dignity and my life to stop him from badgering you for the hundredth time this week."

"Oh, my hero." Hannah laughed, slinging her arm around Poppy's shoulders as they shivered together in the damp air. "We could be here for hours, you know."

Fine by me. Poppy didn't have any problem with being tucked under Hannah's arm for hours, but she knew her friend's temper wasn't going to outlast the rain if it fell too long. She was just going to have to woman up and deny herself the cuddle she was unconsciously attempting to prolong.

"We can still get shots in the rain," she pointed out. "Besides, it isn't raining that hard. You're just channeling your inner Wicked Witch of the Wilds."

"If my camera gets screwed because "it isn't raining that hard", I will lovingly kill you slowly over several years," Hannah informed her in a tone that, to anyone else, would have seemed like a threat.

"I see no problem with that," Poppy agreed cheerfully, skipping out into the rain and throwing her arms out, tilting her head back as she grinned up at the cloudy sky, eyes closed beneath the peppering of raindrops. "I will lovingly submit to being killed by you any day."

She heard Hannah's laugh, and the familiar click of a shutter snapping, opening her eyes to find her friend smiling a very mysterious - very beautiful, she privately added - smile at her as she lowered her camera. The heat in her cheeks had to be visible, but with any luck, Hannah would think it was because she was chilly and damp.

"Last time I looked, I wasn't a tree," she pointed out, bouncing in triumph as Hannah finally stepped out into the light rain with her.

"No, you're an addictive substance disguised as a flower," Hannah said, throwing an arm around her shoulders and squeezing. "C'mon, let's find something stunning to take terrible photos of."

Laughter and determination overcame the rain, and even with drops wetting hair and skin and getting into their eyes, the two girls spent a very enjoyable hour getting into some very damp positions in the hope that their composition would be enough to garner good grades in their shared college class. Poppy had to admit, she was thoroughly enjoying their afternoon, soggy as it was. She always enjoyed spending time with Hannah, though it was always tinged with just a little regret at her own cowardice. But better a coward than alone, right?

"Oh, hey, look!"

Poppy gestured to Hannah, her attention caught by a tiny daisy that had decided to grow, not on the grass of the park, but up between the cracks of the paved walkway. Standing over it, she was utterly charmed by the minute flower, with its white petals bleeding to purple thanks to some impurity in the soil where it had taken root. She pointed her camera lens at it, squinting to get a decent picture as she felt Hannah come up beside her.

"No, not like that," she heard her friend murmur, and felt those familiar, longed-for hands take hold of her, gently shifting her position until the growing sunshine warmed her forehead above the camera.

Hannah's foot tapped between her own, encouraging her to widen her stance, her friend's body molding to her back to push her into a straight bend, hands gripping Poppy's hips to keep her from spilling forward on top of her new subject. And Poppy didn't think twice about trusting the hands that adjusted her position, hands that promised she wouldn't fall so long as they held onto her. She'd trust Hannah with a lot more if she found the courage to express just what she felt.

"Got a good view?"

Hannah's voice was warm against her ear as Poppy tried to concentrate on getting the shot of the little daisy. She could feel her hands shaking, forcing herself to calm down and steady, taking a deep breath in and snapping the picture as she exhaled.

"I got it!" she exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly, straightening a little too fast in the process.

She felt Hannah stumble as the back of her head connected with her friend's chin, the hands that had held her safely grasping for purchase on her windbreaker and tugging her closer as both girls staggered for a moment. Hannah's arms wrapped about Poppy's waist as they found their footing, her voice once again against Poppy's ear with an audible laugh.

"Honey, if you wanted to be in my arms, you only had to ask."

Poppy did not know what possessed her to do it. She twisted, looking into Hannah's gorgeous dark eyes, admiring the damp dark hair drying wild and untamed, the sparkling mischief, the smile she'd seen so many times before, and the words just ... blurted.

"Yes, please."

She had never seen Hannah go from confident laughter to startled delight so fast in her life. In fact, if she hadn't known her best friend as well as she did, she might not have realized it was delight. It looked a lot like stunned astonishment to a casual observer. In fact, Hannah was apparently so surprised that her arms actually tightened around her friend rather than let go.

"What, seriously?"

Poppy winced, exaggerating the expression to try and laugh it off.

"Only if you really want me to swoon," she said, hoping her friend would shrug it off and forget about how fast she had declared her desire to be this close all the time. "Because, I mean, you're - look at you, you're all statuesque and beautiful, and I'm -"

Her self-descriptor never saw daylight, cut off by the sudden sensation of laughing lips touching her own. Her eyes blinked wide, shock and awe and incredible happiness pouring through her so fast she thought she might melt. But over too soon; Hannah pulled back, raising a brow as she smiled back at Poppy.

"You look like a blow-up doll that just got a look at your new owner's package," she informed the other girl.

Poppy shook herself, snorting with laughter at the warm description, and swatted at Hannah's arm in a very measly attempt at defending her gobsmacked expression. Her friend chuckled along with her, not yet letting her escape the wrap of her arms. Rolling her eyes, Poppy forced herself to relax in that embrace, allowing herself to enjoy the sensation even as she shifted to face Hannah properly.

"So ... you did that on purpose, right?" she asked, gesturing with a finger from her lips to Hannah's and back again. "You didn't just ... forget how to interrupt me being an idiot with words?"

"Poppy ..." Her name was a drawled expression of resigned amusement as Hannah hugged her just a little closer. "I love you, you know? You're my best friend, but I think it's deeper. And I think you feel the same way. Don't you?"

Nothing could have stopped Poppy's smile from breaking over her face like the dawn rising over the Bone Pit, a gloriously sunny expression of sudden, absolute contentment with the world and everything in it. She loves me. For a long moment, all she could do was nod, her free hand diving into Hannah's loose hair, cupping her neck, pulling her into another kiss - a proper kiss this time, no surprises or mumbling, just lips on lips, touching, tasting, sealing unspoken promises with certainty.

"Mmm, could you repeat that?" Hannah muttered as they parted, reaching up to skim Poppy's hair from her brow. "I don't think I quite got it."

"Void yes, I love you!" was Poppy's fervent reply, drawing a loud cackle of laughter from Hannah as the two girls hugged each other tightly. "I only have one question, though ..."

Hannah leaned back, tilting her head to look at her askance, curiosity burning in her eyes even as she looped her arm over Poppy's shoulders to resume their walk. Poppy grinned, hugging her own arm about Hannah's waist with the possessiveness she had been trying very hard not to express for months now. Walking together, she glanced up at her friend ... her girlfriend, that familiar imp of mischief tickling at her smile.

"Who's telling Alex?"

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Tie a ribbon around my heart Author: Snarkysnartes Artist: Pimentogirl Rating: Explicit Pairings: Dean/Cas(minor Sam/Max Banes. Alicia/Charlie, Cas/Bartholomew) Wordcount: 26000 Warnings/Tags: Verbal abuse, amnesia, kidnapping, established relationship, angst, light fluff , bottom Cas, Top Dean Posting: 10/5/2018

Summary:

Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester are friends, the best that there is and one day it all changes with a kiss. Pretty soon, the two are dating and they become that couple. However, a year goes by and after a car accident Castiel loses his memory..he doesn't remember Dean, or their friends. He barely remembers himself.

Dean sprays the cologne all over his body, with Sam staring blankly at his brother as he does so. Dean never wore cologne. Not even when he use to smoke in high school and needed to hide the smell. Dean would rather take the punishment from their parents than wear what he considered inhumane for men to wear.

“It's just Cas.” Sam says. Sam shifts on the bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to his chest. “Not the pope.”

“I haven't seen Cas in months. And he finally wants to talk to me. I need to know if he remembered anything. If he remembered me.”

“And what if he didn't? What if this is just him telling you that nothing has changed and that Hannah and….” Sam takes a deep breath before continuing. Dean was worried, always when it came to Sam and Lucifer. He doesn't know the whole story. He just knows that ever since Dean's senior year Sam never enjoyed talking much about Lucifer or speaking to him at all. “Lucifer probably brainwashed him into thinking that you're someone obsessed with him. You can't put anything past those Novak's.”

Dean shrugs. “I have to try okay. Even if he doesn't remember me, I have to try and get through to him or even at least talk to him.”

“Just be careful okay? I don't want you to get your hopes up and then have them dashed because it's not what you thought it would be.”

Dean walks over to his brother, pulls him into a hug. “Thanks Sammy, really. But I can handle this. I'll be okay.”

♡

Dean sees Castiel sitting on the park bench when he arrives almost an hour later. His meeting with his boss Zachariah had gone a little longer than he expected and he kept sending Castiel texts letting him know that he was going to be later than he said, or where he was.

The other had only responded with a series of smiley faces.

It reminded Dean of before. When they were happy together.

“Hey Cas… Castiel.” Dean sits down next to Castiel on the park bench, Castiel turns to him and gives him a smile.

“You called me Cas.”

Dean nods. “I called you that when we were…” Dean shuts his mouth, clamming up and staring out at the children playing. Castiel moves a hand towards Dean's lap, giving it a slight squeeze. “When we hung out. I mean if you don't want me to then I won't call you that again.”

Castiel removes his hand, Dean frowns at the loss of contact but hopes that Castiel hadn't noticed it. It had been so long since he felt any kind of contact from Castiel.

“No it's fine. Really. I prefer that nickname over Cassie. I hate when Hanna and the others call me that. It's aggravating more than anything.”

[pinkykitten]

Accident

Zach Dempsey x Davina Jensen (who is portrayed by Danielle Campbell)

Warning: some curse words, mentions Hannah’s death, bullying

Specifics: oc, fluff, angst, bullying, comedy, aesthetic, art, nerd, 400 followers competition

People: Zach Dempsey, (oc) Davina Jensen, Clay Jensen, Tyler Down, Matt Jensen, Lainie Jensen, Bryce Walker, Montgomery De La Cruz, Scott Reed, nurse, Hannah Baker (mentioned), Skye Miller (mentioned) 

Words: 3,418

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Requested: By @misspygmypie  OC x Zach Dempsey! Her name is Davina,Clays younger sister. She's 5ft, has tattoos and is shy/nerdy/a loser like Clay (they're like besties). Zach sees her hitting her head on a locker accidentally and brings her to the nurse, then takes her home and asks Clay about her the next day. In the end Zach takes her out to a roller skating rink as date. His buddies make fun of him for dating her but Zach kisses her at school in front of everyone, making them "official".

Authors Note: i was so happy to announce the winner of the 400 followers competition, which was the one and only @misspygmypie. thank u so much for participating and to all of u that did. i luved this idea i thought it was so unique and special all ur oc’s fam r special to me 😊. i luved everything about this and i tried to incorporate everything that brigitte gave me. thank u for the request and again thank u all for 400 followers i still am in shock. u guys are amazing, and just thank u all for liking my stories. feedback is much appreciated here. enjoy MY GORGEOUS CHILDREN! hope u like this brigitte, this ones for u!

previous oc story for my 300 followers: Zach Dempsey x oc Adeline Foster

“C’mon Dav (said like dove but with an a so dav but kinda with an accent) wake up,” Clay groaned as he shook Davina from her slumber.

Big brothers were sometimes tough to handle, especially Clay Jensen. 

Davina shook in her sleep, trying to swat away her annoying brother of hers, “leave me alone! Wake me up later!”

Just then their dad walked in, Matt Jensen, “whats going on here? Mom made breakfast for the two of you, you guys have to already be ready for school.”

Clay pointed to Davina, “as you can see dad thats what I have been trying to do.”

Davina’s dad sighed and patted her softly, “wake up sweetheart, you need to go to school today remember?”

Davina shot up, while rubbing her eyes, “why? School sucks!”

Matt shrugged while rubbing her back, “I want you both downstairs. Now.”

Davina got out of her bed, slipping on her s’mores slippers.

She yawned and stretched, while her brother just watched, obviously annoyed. “”Can you hurry up with your stretching or do I need to call dad for that too?”

Davina smacked her older brothers head and grinned, “good morning to you too Clay Jensen!”

She ran downstairs to greet her mother and to partake in the breakfast. She was always seated next to Clay. 

Ever since Davina came into this world her and Clay have been like two peas in  a pod. They always acted as if they were twins, knowing what the other one wanted to say, finishing each others sentences. Clay was her best friend, the most important person in her life. 

Thats why it hurt Davina when Clay had to deal with Hannah’s death. It made her sad but her brother was devastated. Clay tried to brush off her death, to try to say he was fine, that it didn’t cause him any pain but deep down Davina knew that, that was not true. 

“So Skye Miller, hmmm? Seems pretty legit, funny my brother goes for someone who also has tattoos,” Davina chuckled at the thought while her brother blushed down in his cereal bowl in embarrassment. 

“Really? Well I hope we can meet her one day,” their mother, Lainie Jensen, said as she put the OJ in the middle of the table. “And honey how many times have I told you I want you to cover up your tattoos?”

“But mom-,” Davina protested. 

“Honey, they make her who she is, and if kids can’t see that those art pieces on her arm make her Davina, then they need to skedaddle away,” her father stood up for her, drinking some of his morning coffee while reading something on his ipad.

“Well just be careful okay. Love the dress though, you look beautiful,” Davina’s mother caressed her cheek. “Always reminding me of those vintage tv shows.”

“Thanks mom.”

Matt peered from the top of his glasses, “What’d you kids think of doing after school?”

In unison Davina and Clay said, “we’re gonna be watching The Empire Strikes Back of course.”

Davina looked up smirking, yep she and her brother were a couple of nerdy kids. Star wars, comic books, video games, all those things and more, thats all she has ever known. 

Their father took his spectacles off and with a confused face just stared at his two children as if they said they were going to eat the toilet. All Davina heard being muttered was a, “thats just creepy.”

Davina laughed and stood up hastily running to the door. “Clay today I’m driving so...lets go!”

Clay groaned in annoyance and quickly grabbed his book bag to try to keep up with her. 

School was a war zone.

Indeed it is.

Stepping into that school made Davina nervous, anxious. Being Clay Jensen’s sister was no easy task. Especially with his reputation at school, people viewed her without getting to know her as a stupid loser. She felt shy, and in many ways unworthy. 

“Whelp getting ready for all those stares,” Davina shrugged. “Crap I forgot to give Tyler that book he borrowed. I’ll be right back.”

Clay gripped her arm and his eyes bugged out, “Dav I don’t think thats such a good idea. I mean Tyler kinda was a-”

“Stalker,” she finished his sentence.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry Clay, you don’t always need to protect me. I’m fine. Go enjoy your girlfriend,” Davina pointed in front of her and Clay turned his head to see Skye waving to him. When Clay turned back to Davina, Davina had walked away backwards while producing kissing sounds. “Go get her lover boy.”

Clay shook his head, chuckling. 

Thankfully, Tyler was close by. “Hey Tyler,” Davina waved to him. 

Tyler gave a shy smile and closed his locker, “H-h, hey Davina whats, whats um going on?”

“I forgot to give you this last week. Thank you so much for letting me borrow this like you’re a life saver!”

“Oh yeah no problem, hey what was you’re favorite part?”

Davina leaned by his locker, placing her hand on her hip. “I love the part when they figure out who the murderer is, to me it seemed super creepy.”

“Really? Oh my god thats my favorite part two, it like gave me the chills!”

Davina nodded and rubbed her arms up and down. Tyler cleaned his camera lens and gulped. 

“Hey Davina, I’ve heard you really like video games and stuff. I was just wondering, me and a couple of friends are gonna play some games at my house this Saturday. Would you like to come? I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to I get it but if you-”

“Sure, I would love to go over. I love video games like I’m obsessed! I might beat you though!”

Tyler was shocked, brushing back his brown curls and licking his lips, “ye-yeah, yeah, okay, yeah, so I’ll get that ready and yeah just show up!”

Just as Davina was about to answer, Bryce and his crew started laughing and saying, “the creep and the loser.” Davina turned around and gave them a glare. But then as she turned her head she saw the tall Zach Dempsey. Her breathing stopped and she was just consumed by the presence of Zach. 

“Anyways thanks Tyler see you later,” Davina left to go put her items in her locker. Her eyes still glued to the dashing Dempsey.

The education rolled off all the teachers tongue as if they were fruit roll ups. Calculus and physics filled up the air all the way to the top. Davina sat at her desk not paying any attention to the class but her thoughts wondered to Zach. She has always been too shy to speak to Zach, so she didn’t know much about him. Only that he was into sports and a part of Bryce’s snotty group. 

The bell rang which meant for lunch and Davina sprinted out of the art class to the lunch room to reunite with her brother. 

Art. One of life’s beautiful appearance of feelings. In the art class they have, Davina was the head of it. Not many children were in that club but she didn’t mind just as long as she got to do what she adored. 

Davina running to her destination didn’t see a locker open and surely enough. 

Wham!

She met harshly with the locker. The sound of the metal echoed through the halls. Davina fell back, clutching her forehead which was already starting to bruise. 

“Hey, hey are you okay,” came a loud deep voice. 

Davina’s vision was cloudy, and she groaned in pain. “Ouch, my head.”

“You guys wait for me back there. I’m gonna take her to the nurse’s office,” came that voice again. 

A pair of strong arms lifted Davina from the floor. She sighed and slowly regained her vision. She looked up to see who was carrying her, and the sight almost made her want to dig a whole and die in it. 

It was Zach Dempsey. 

“Zach! I think I’m good, you don’t need to do all this,” she giggled shyly. She clutched for Zach’s shirt tightly, afraid of falling from his height. 

“We’re almost there. You hit your head pretty badly, I don’t really want you to pass out.”

Davina nodded and just stayed there like a limp dog. 

She was carried to the nurses office. Feeling so embarrassed that her cheeks were a bright pink. 

Zach gently laid her on one of the beds there. Davina looked everywhere but him, feeling shy. 

“What happened to her,” asked the nurse nonchalantly as if many children looked like this. 

“She hit her head on a locker, you can see the bruise right here,” Zach softly pointed to her bruise. Davina hissed and Zach apologized, he than sat in a nearby chair waiting patiently for Davina. 

Davina tried not to laugh, Zach was so big compared to the chair he was sitting on. 

“I’ll go get an ice pack and call her parents,” the nurse walked on out to get the items. 

“Whats so funny,” Zach smiled charmingly. 

“Its just you look so large compared to the chair you’re sitting on.”

Zach laughed along side her, awaiting for the nurse to come back. And planting a new seed within them. 

Davina and Zach connected that day. Joking around like a couple of high school kids...wait thats what they are...anyways, joking around. Making each other smile and laugh and just appreciate each others company. 

Clay took Davina home and was furious with her as he put it, “artsy fartsy clumsiness.” She couldn’t help but giggle at that name. 

When they arrived home, Davina’s parents were also irate. Scolding her for not being more aware of her surroundings and not watching out. Now she wore a huge bruise on her forehead. 

“Great,” she muttered to herself as she stared in the mirror. 

Since the dilemma Davina’s parents did not want her going to school the next day so instead Clay got to go only. 

Davina seeing that her mother and her brother had left got on another one of her dresses and set off to her favorite places, first Starbucks then her favorite diner. 

Rosie’s Diner. 

Davina got her favorite Starbucks drink, enjoying the taste of the liquid in her mouth. Next door to Starbucks was the diner. 

The door made a ring as she opened the old, dingy, door. She sat by the biggest window and pulled out her favorite book. 

Reading was like another world to her. She could put herself anywhere and she was just...there. By a pirate ship in the deep blue sea. On her way to a trip to Mars. She could go anywhere when she read. 

In the afternoon, Davina arrived back home. She walked in on her brother texting his girlfriend. 

“Oooooh Skye, whats she got to say,” Davina wiggled her eyebrows. 

“You’re such a weirdo! Hey have you been talking a lot to Zach?”

Davina’s eyes widened and looked to her hands, her cheeks becoming red. “No.”

“Oh my god Dav, you’re lying!”

“Fine! He’s the one that carried me yesterday to the nurses office right after I hit my head.”

“Wait, wait, what? He carried you? Like, like in as a baby, carried you?”

Davina bit her lip and nodded. 

“Dav, you got to be so careful with those creeps especially that dic* head Zach.”

Davina rolled her eyes and plopped down on Clay’s bed. “You’re not my dad Clay. I’m fine. Besides we just talked, end of story.”

“Not quite,” Clay said as he laid next to you. “He’s been asking about you the whole day. Asking me if you were okay, about your head. He wants to know, and he asked me this personally, if you would like to go on a date with him, at the skating rink?”

Davina punched Clay lightly and shot up. “Are you serious?”

“Jesus Christ Dav, what the heck was that about? Yes I’m serious. Jeesh I think you split my innards.”

“Drama queen,” Davina pushed her lips out. “When though? Aghhh I’m so lost at dating, its just another world I don’t know anything about!”

“Tonight, but hey you’re not actually thinking of going right?”

Davina stopped her pacing and planted her feet sternly to the ground, “why not? I don’t see the issue, Clay he actually likes me. I’ve never gotten that kind of attention, I mean look at me. Why can’t I just have fun for one day?”

Clay shook his head but then sighed in defeat, “fine! You win! Just please be careful okay.”

Davina squealed in excitement and ran to her big brother, “thank you so much Clay! Yes! Oh my god what am I gonna wear?”

Davina sat in the car that her and Clay shared. Waiting for Zach to appear. She was waiting in the parking lot for him at Skatz 4 Dayz.

Davina started to feel as if the date wasn’t going to happen at all. She sighed and felt defeated, she felt played.

“Of course. What did I expect?”

Suddenly, Zach’s car appears. Davina starts to get nervous, tensing up, her palms sweating.

Turning the ignition off and stepping out she makes her way to Zach.

“Hey there, didn’t think you were going to make it,” Davina said truthfully.

Zach gave a confused face, “why wouldn’t I come. Yikes, that bruise does not look good.”

“Crap! I thought I covered it up with makeup. Give me one sec.”

Zach caught her arm and shook his head, “hey you’re fine...actually you’re more than fine. You are really, uhm, beautiful today. But you’re beautiful everyday.”

Davina grinned from ear to ear, “why thank you Mr. Dempsey, shall we?” She grabbed his arm.

“We shall,” he copied her.

While walking in they see a dog. A black poodle to be exact.

“Oh my god how cute is he,” Davina shouted in happiness.

Davina was such a dog lover. Everything about dogs she loved. Since she could remember, she’s always wanted a dog. Enjoying how sweet they were to their owner, they were mans best friend.

Davina crouched down to the dog’s level and said, “look Zach I can speak dog. Hello doggy nice to meet you.”

Davina shook the dog’s hand and giggled at his cuteness. Zach also giggled but not at the dog, its was how sweet and adorable Davina was acting.

“Dogs are so cute right,” Davina asked staring oblivious to her tall date. Zach nodded and took a hold, shyly, of Davina’s hand.

Her face reddened and she tried to hide behind him.

She felt as if she was in a rom com, how in the world was Davina Jensen supposed to behave on a date?

The whole date was perfect, Davina was on cloud 9. Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it. She was madly in like to Zach. She truly liked him with all her being. They talked through the whole time. Holding hands during the skating, and her falling a couple of times only to be saved by the heroic Zach.

They finished each others sentences, had the same likes and dislikes. Complained about schools, laughed over the same comedic jokes. Both felt as if they have known each other for eternity.

They were both on the skating floor when out of the corner of her eye Davina spots Bryce’s group.

“Is that Dempsey,” yelled Monty.

“Holy shi* it is. And he’s with that weird Davina girl. Hey bro!” Bryce called running to both of them.

Davina closed her eyes knowing what they were going to say.

“Hey brother,” Bryce said as he gave a handshake to Zach. Zach was uncomfortable.

“Ooooh didn’t know you were into the weird ones,” Scott giggles while smirking at Davina.

“Hey aren’t you Jensen’s sister?” Bryce asked giving you his charming, wicked smile.

“Yes, I’m his younger sister. I’m sorry I gotta go though, my mom is probably gonna want me home soon.”

“Whats with all the tattoos,” another one in the group asked. Davina self consciously tried covering her arms, wishing she would of listened to her mothers advice.

“She weird like Skye, duh dude,” Monty laughed.

Davina growled angrily, “Skye is not weird okay. Don’t say that.”

“Ooooh,” they all said, almost tempting Davina.

“Guys I think it will be better if you guys leave,” Zach tried to stop the situation.

“Dude, whatever you can say can be said in front of us,” Bryce said crossing his arms.

“..its nothing,” Zach looked down.

“So what are you guys dating? Cause if you are, its like bro you can do sooooo much better!!!!” Monty put his tongue out and laughed like an idiot.

“Dude thats just wrong,” Bryce cackled as well, agreeing with Monty.

“Guys stop, enough you’re gonna hurt the losers feelings,” one of the other guys said in a whiny voice.

Tears were coming into Davina’s eyes and she just sprinted away from all of the commotion.

Zach ran after her but it was too late Davina was gone like a ghost.

“They laughed at me like a loser! They made fun of me and bullied me,” Davina cried to her brother, Clay.

Clay rubbed her arms up and down, soothing her. She came to him crying hysterically, and Clay knew he should not have let her go.

She now sat on the bed of Clay’s explaining what happened. Why her heart was broken, why she felt so much pain.

“Its okay, you’re here with me. You’re safe,” Clay whispered cuddling with his little baby sister.

She sniffled and just wept some more into his shirt. They both laid down on his bed, cuddling and just being in eachs other presence.

“I’ll make that bastar* pay for what he did,” Clay swore under his breath.

“I should of listened to you Clay, I was so stupid to think he wanted to be with me. Stupid!”

Unfortunately, Davina had to go to school the next day. She felt scared, what would he say? What would happen?

She felt as if she was about to suffocate. She felt fragile.

Upon entering the school the group of Bryce’s was there but no Zach. Davina went to her locker and angrily, stuffed it with her items.

She felt like crying. That is until Zach came in with a megaphone in his hand.

“Davina please listen to me,” Zach pleaded when he saw her. Davina shook her head repeating the word no over and over.

Zach turned on the megaphone, “Davina, I am so sorry for what happened yesterday. I know I should of protected you and I wanted to but, I failed to do that. I made you feel ashamed to be yourself. The truth is Davina I love your tattoos, I love that you’re shy, that you can talk to animals, that you love Star Wars, that you love art, because the thing is Davina I love everything about you. I like you a lot. Like a lot a lot.”

Davina chuckled at his comment, she saw that the group of turds was watching. Monty looked all mad, with Bryce looking concerned. Everyone at school watched Zach.

“You are amazing Davina, I’m sorry you were treated that way, cause you shouldn't have been. You deserved to be treated with respect, so I’m gonna make it up to you. I’m gonna show you that we are official, and just how much I really like you.”

Davina waved her hands in a no matter and stuttered trying to tell Zach she didn’t like where this was going. She felt Zach was about to ruin his reputation. 

Zach dropped the megaphone and went to Davina. He gently pulled her by the waist and in front of everyone he kissed her. The kiss was slow but sensual. Zach’s big hands were placed on her pale cheeks, deepening the kiss. He kissed Davina in front of everyone, in front of Bryce’s group, heck even in front of Clay. Davina didn’t matter, she was kissing...him. The one that made her happy, that made her feel that she wasn’t ashamed to be herself. 

“I’m sorry Davina,” Zach whispered to only her after the kiss. 

Davina gave Zach another peck, “I forgive you, but how about we go somewhere? Just the two of us and maybe, I don’t know go watch a movie?”

Zach smiled, “I would love that,” and wrapped his arms around her as they walked to the exit together. 

[arachnexdragoon]

300+ follow forever & happy 2018!

I cannot say how happy I am to see 2017 finally gone - this year was probably the worst one I ever experienced, with a multitude of things offline. The worst of it all was losing my father to a very sudden heart attack, and I am still dealing with the legal and sentimental consequences to this day. However, if there is one thing I’ll take with pride and joy from this year, this is definitively the time spent on this blog and with you all.

FFXV was the first game I experienced at the time of its release - I was too late to the party for the previous titles so this was an amazing experience: to share it all real time, to see people as excited as I was. As soon as I beat the game, I knew I needed to write Aranea and I’m so glad to have you all accompanying me while I do - or at least try to make her justice.

It took me a while to find her voice, to give her a background and reasons for her actions; I’m happy to know you either have a lot of free time or actually buy the things I have come up with so far! :D I absolutely love all the headcanons, the funny stories and the cool theories this fandom created and I’m pumped for the 1 year anniversary of this blog next January!

Without further ado, I wish you all a lovely 2018 - from the bottom of my heart, may all the negativity and the intolerance of this year be reduced or replaced by better attitudes in 2018. I will do my part and I hope to see more people taking it upon themselves to make the world a better place, a step at a day. I honestly believe we can do this if we quit moping and keep on hoping, yeah?

Thank you for everything, guys! I’ve added some additional words for some of the people who have become essential to this blog for most of this year - both for the mun and the muse, and I know many more will be added soon! Truly hope to see everyone for more shenanigans in 2018. :)

PS: huge shout-out to the always amazing @verslin for the chibi!Aranea! :D

@culinarystrategist: I distinctly remember we started interacting through an askbox meme I sent while locked away in one of my partner’s office, full-time on this client that wouldn’t die (I even nicknamed it ‘Seymour’). You were probably one of the first friends I made on this blog and I’m always delighted to read your replies, be them serious or crack - you just got Iggy’s voice perfectly in my view. Jo, your Iggy is my Iggy and I love both of you like crazy. Thank you for all the offline chatting about house appliances and the smooch mondays! This was a tradition I couldn’t bring myself to break even after losing my dad, so I guess you know how much I love you - and your cats. And David! :D

@trashkingizunia: ‘Where in the World is Klaha Sandiego’ wasn’t what brought us together, but I daresay it helped to solidify our bonds, haha. I love how instantly we bonded over our mutual (Japanese) interests and how your love for Ardyn made me love him enough to start AUs and make all these crazy triangles with Ignis, too! I sincerely owe you for a lot of the newfound admiration I have for Ardyn as a character - and a lot of the fun times, be it with Ardyn masquerading as Aranea or merely finding his car wrecked. :D

@infideliis: Kevin! You were one of the first people I approached after moving from VII to XV and I’m so glad you’re still around. :) Although I don’t write with your Ardyn, your Ravus has introduced me to so many possibilities and I never thought I’d build my first ship with you! XD I sincerely adore your Ravus - the way he thinks and acts is just a perfect match and I look forward to all the new interactions based on the new DLC stuff. :D Thank you for welcoming me and for being the inspiration you are to us all.

@loqis: Okay, so I don’t even know how to begin - I never dreamed I’d be so in love with this mech-crazy guy with 5 minutes of screen time, let alone build so many headcanons and threads and AUs? Vers, you are one AMAZING person and I can’t get enough of your humor, your talent (SEE THAT DRAWING???), your support and your awesome writing skills. I’ll still find a way to interact with ALL your muses because I obviously mess with Loqi way more than I should. XD PS: STILL WON THE THING FIVE TIMES.

@phylxrchus: Iko - nope, not gonna adjust to your new nicknames, I just can’t. I also can’t properly say how grateful I am for your friendship and support. You are one of the most loyal and caring individuals I met here and I wish you nothing but the best. You keep surprising me at every turn - but it plot-wise for roleplay or with real life updates! :D I adore you and I am genuinely excited for this year, for both of us. Please feel hugged during your hiatus and know I’ll be here waiting for your return - and with a brand new verse crafted~. :D

@meldaciomartyr: De-niceeeee! I vaguely recall finding you through Kevin’s Ravus, then supreme madness followed. 8) I love the world we built together, including our very unlikely and unplanned ship; and I still can’t believe you’re not secretly Dave (I’ll refuse any official SE claims, seriously). You write all your muses superbly, you’re one hell of a nice person, you self-taught yourself how to write hieroglyphs I mean - is there anything you can’t do? I love the Meldacio crew you helped shape with everyone and I’m happy to be a part of it all, in all verses. Let’s keep saving people, hunting things and keeping this family business alive!

@croweoftheglaive: I didn’t know I needed a female BFF for Aranea until we talked and Kat - I am hooked. I love their friendship and how they are fucking badass and always judging people! They are the more kickass versions of ourselves, I hope - but we are less judgy and more prone to crack, I’d say. XD I love you for all the ideas and the effort you throw into your muse (and now little Asha!) and how supportive you are. Here’s to hoping 2018 will bring a lovely year for us and our girls, yeah? :)

@baewind: You know Hannah, I still miss your Drautos like crazy, but he will always remind me of how I got a sister. Not only for Aranea, but in life. I know I can always come to you for anything and seeing this bond reflected in RP makes me ridiculously happy. I’m always secretly (but not exactly lowkey) cheering for your success and your achievements and I’ll always stalk your blogs for the clever puns and YOUR TAGS. I adore you twinny, and I hope the Highwind Day is here to stay!

@triggerxhappy: Saaaaam! I admire you like whoa for how consistent you are with replies and asks (seriously, you are never offline! How can you keep up?) and how positive and wonderful, too! I can’t think about Prompto and un-see you now haha, thanks to the lovely writing and the dedication you show for him. I love putting your Prompto in awkward situations and I can’t say I’m sorry for it - so I hope you’re ready for more. 8)

@theplagueofstars: Bik, you’re one of the very first blogs I followed when I made Aranea, and I’m happy I did. You and Demon are largely responsible for me loving Ardyn as a character and pretty much willing to build ships with him, even! XD The level of detail you add in your writing and the dedication you have to him as a muse are nothing short of extraordinary. I’m happy to be resuming activity and I can’t see what troubles our muses will create for each other - I love their shenanigans even if Aranea supposedly hates them. Thank you so much for letting me experience the most unsettling charming chancellor we have~

@antimundi: So all this love I didn’t know I had for Versus - you brought it out! I was entranced by the way you proposed to write Noctis and I have not been disappointed. There is something to your writing that captivates me every time and I love the hot, messy and bloody ship we got sailing. 8) Know that you are one of the writers that inspire me the most and I love how you create this ambiance that is so very particularly yours - thank you so much for all the fun, Calis!

@leorugiet: Nothing ever prepared me for your headcanon powers, Arcadia. I love making up small stuff, like traditional dishes or brands for fictional countries and places - but you make it something else entirely! I’m always in awe of your writing on any muse, even the crack - you say you shitpost, but your tags give me LIFE and I sincerely can’t think of someone who has Cor’s deadpan humor so on point. I am always happy to see you on the dash and I genuinely am curious to see what else we can create, either with Cor or Mors. ;) Keep rocking on, darling!

@jjillekkot: Nina. My actual sister from another mister. I have no words to describe how much I love you and how I adore everything we do together - while I didn’t get to know you on Aranea, your support was unwavering and I always managed to keep walking with your encouragement. :D I am forever in your debt for all the kindness and love you showed me, as well the advice and tips on pretty much everything. You’re brave, you’re gorgeous, you’re kind and I’m positive we’ll hangout like dorks irl one day. I love you.

[spencerreidsmiles]

Forgetting Yourself

Written by: spencerreidsmiles

This is the fic for Hannah’s Classic Criminal Minds Quote Challenge. My quote was “I think it goes without saying that I was expecting it to be someone else.” Thanks to Hannah for letting me participate in this challenge. This fic was a lot of fun to write!

Trigger Warnings: none

Word Count: 1819

MASTERLIST

“You all know why we’ve been gathered here. Someone at the FBI has been selling our classified files to Norman Rockwell, who was dubbed “The Pursuer” by the media. He deludes himself into believing that he is a vigilante by killing all of the people that the FBI has failed to catch within a two to ten year span. The suspect assisting Rockwell is only giving paper files, which leads the BAU to believe that the suspect is inept at working with computers or needs to cover their tracks very well. The BAU will send out weekly emails to everyone a part of this investigation to make sure that everyone is up to date. Any information should be reported to me or the rest of the my unit. Thank you,” you informed the office.

The rest of the people fled back to their floors and cubicles as you retreated to your office. You sat down on your chair and rested your head on your folded arms. This had been going on for two months. You had just become the Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit less than six months ago and of course this just had to happen.

You heard two small taps from the other side of the office that was followed by a “Hey. May I come in?”

You lifted your head begrudgingly and saw that it was your curly haired fiancee. You indicated that he could come in.

“Hey, baby. What’s up?” you asked as cheerfully as you could muster.

“Are you okay?” Spence asked. He sat in the chair in front of your desk and crossed his legs.

“Yeah, I think. I just really wished that Hotch was here. You know, he swore that he was going to train me to become in charge. Hotch would have known exactly what to do right now. Honestly, Spencer, at this point, I’m just making the FBI look like a joke in the media,” you groaned.

Hotch was a person that required an acquired taste to like. Besides your fiancee, Hotch was the guy that you went to when things were bad. He was straightforward and always knew exactly what to say. And now he was gone. He wasn’t even allowed to leave a note for you when he got swept away into witness protection.

“I’m so incompetent. How did I even get this job? Walker would have made a better chief. At least he’s got experience.”

“Sweetheart, you’re doing all that you can. You didn’t make this happen. No one could have predicted this,” Spencer reminded you. He kissed your forehead gingerly and rubbed your fingers sweetly.

“I know. At least you’re here as my moral support,” you murmured.

“I love you, boss.”

“Love you too, babe.”

As Spencer left, you leafed through the steadily growing file on Norman Rockwell.

Rockwell was born in Iowa in 1987 to Janet Morgan Rockwell and Paul Rockwell. His father became abusive after his mother died. He was taken by Child Services and placed in a foster home. His foster parents mysteriously disappeared, leading Rockwell to become obsessed with trying to find them. The FBI started an investigation, but due to budget cuts and more dire cases, his foster parents’ case was dropped.

Rockwell did not attend any higher education although he had an IQ that easily could’ve gotten him into MENSA. Instead, he worked several odd jobs to provide for himself. He took up programming and hacking as a way to earn money after he was fired from a construction job for “insubordinate behavior”. Rockwell went off the grid for a while after that and then the murders started occurring. So many unsolved cases. It was remarkable. None of the many resources at the FBI could find these suspects, and yet somehow, Rockwell had found all of these people. How. Who would be so willing to betray their promise to their country? Who would’ve been swayed so easily?

You quietly unlocked the last metal drawer in your desk. Your most important things were in there. Pictures. Pictures of every single solved case that you participated in. It was the only thing that was keeping you from going insane from this Rockwell case. It reminded you about how you had helped people before and that they were alive because of you and your team. Norman Rockwell, no matter how many people he killed, would not break your spirit.

The next few weeks, you began conducting private investigations. Garcia had taught you how to do basic background information, so you began to use that skillset to search up information about everyone who had information about the unsolved cases. Even your own team. Of course, you trusted them wholeheartedly, but you couldn’t be too sure.

In the meanwhile, you sent your team out on cases to keep their minds off of the troubling lack of information about the traitorous informant in the FBI and how far you were from actually capturing Rockwell.

The team was on a case in New Mexico, tracking an unsub who used a shotgun to kill his victim and then rolled them over with a truck tire. The BAU was on their fourth day there, and fortunately, was close to finding the killer. As always, you called them to check their progress.

“Hey guys. How’s it going in New Mexico?”

“Hi, Y/N. Garcia’s narrowed down the suspect pool down to a few men in the area, but we’re checking them out tomorrow. We’re going to see if we can find any extra information tonight,” Prentiss answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Sounds good to me. Can you put Spencer on the phone?”

“Sure. Spencer?”

You waited for a little. There was a low murmur of chatter in the background.

“Em?” you asked, hesitant.

“...We can’t find him.”

“What? What do you mean that you can’t find him?”

“He’s not here. He went to go check out one last suspect before we turned in for the night. Reid said that he’d be back in a half hour, but it’s been an hour longer.”

“Put Penelope into the call. Tell her to track his phone.”

“He left it here. Why would he leave his phone?”

Your heart began to pulse faster. Stop stop stop. Spencer Spencer Spencer.

“Emily. Could it be him?”

“Rockwell? It could. This case isn’t cold though.”

“He knows that we’re close to finding him. He could be trying to shake us up. We know he’s ruthless and he definitely knows that Spencer and I are super close.”

“How can we find him? Where would Rockwell take him?”

You took a deep breath. You couldn’t be emotional. You had to be the leader.

“Did he take his bag with him?”

“Yeah. It’s not here at least.”

“Penelope? Go to the encrypted folder on your computer called NR423. Crack it open.”

“Why?” Penelope asked.

“I put a tracking device in everyone’s bags. I know. It’s an invasion of privacy, but we can talk about it later. Go to Spencer’s. It’s under his initials. Where is he, Penelope?”

“Outside of Route 64. He’s there. I think there’s an abandoned shed or car garage there. Go get him, dollfaces!” Penelope cheered. Her voice was wavering, but she had to remain strong. For you. For all of the team.

“I’m getting on a plane. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

You ran as fast as you could to the other plane. It was faster. New Mexico was only a plane ride away. Spencer was only a plane ride away.

The moment you touched down in the airport, you blacked out completely. The only thing that ran through your mind was how Spencer was. Was he alive? Did they find him?

“Where is he?” you inquired hastily as you dashed into the station.

“Here.”

They directed you to a cell. Why was he in a cell? He was sat on the metal bench in there, fiddling with handcuffs. He didn’t look up. He was focused purely on his cuffs. You reached out to touch the bars, but was ushered away quickly and sent toward your team.

“Em? Why is he in a cell? What did he do?” you asked frantically.

Morgan wrapped you into a warm hug. You felt a pat on your back from JJ.

“We found him. He’s not hurt. He’s just…” JJ attempted to explain.

“Tell me, JJ,” you pleaded.

They sat you down and told you everything.

“Let me speak to him.”

“No, Y/N. I can’t. You can’t-” JJ began. She gripped your wrist anxiously.

“I’m the head of this team, Jennifer. And I will do this. I don’t care.”

“Y/N…”

“Let her do this, JJ,” Tara advised. JJ reluctantly let go with a sharp breath.

You walked in slowly. The guards opened the gates and you could feel your chest tighten. He was just there.

“Spencer?” you whispered. It was so quiet. Almost inaudible. Barely even words.

“Y/N. You’re here. Finally. You’re here. God, I missed you,” Spencer smiled so sweetly. He walked up to give you a hug, but he was restrained by his cuffs. “I keep forgetting about these.”

“Spencer. I think it goes without saying that I was expecting it to be someone else,” you said firmly. “How could you?”

“Y/N, no. It’s not like that. Rockwell made sense. It’s logical. They weren’t being caught, they had to be killed,” Spencer tried to reason.

“They had to be killed? Spencer are you even listening to yourself? That is wrong. All of this is wrong.”

“I was preventing people from getting killed in the future. What if those unsubs started killing again in the future? What would happen then?”

“Spencer, how can you say that? I don’t even know you. Selling out the FBI like this? Selling out yourself like this?” Your voice wasn’t breaking anymore. It was standing strong and like how a leader should sound.

“It was logical. It was right. You have to hear him talk about it. His vision...it’s what we all want. We all want a world free of criminals and killers. He wants that too.”

“You’re a criminal, Spencer. You’re one of them. And I wish I felt sorry for you, I really wish I could, but I just feel sorry for who you were before. Not what you’ve become. Goodbye, Spencer,” you stated. You weren’t showing how much you love-no, loved, him. Instead, you were a robot with a cold lack of remorse.

“Y/N, no! You can’t. You have to listen to him. You can understand him. Just like me,” Spencer pleaded.

You stood up slowly and took one last look around the room. God, you didn’t recognize him at all. Wherever your Spencer was, he wasn’t there in that room. He was gone. And maybe whoever you were was gone too because now, you didn’t recognize yourself anymore either.

@reiding-and-writing

[chaosbisexual]

1-74?

Hey there nonnie!! idk why, bc tbh i’m p boring, but thank you! i’ve already answered a handful of these so i’ll just do the rest!! thank you!!

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? i mean i’m 5″2 so i wish i was taller,,,, like maybe just 5″6 or so??? just a bit taller???

2: Do you have a favorite clothing style? i LOVE dresses okay i’m that girl,, but i love dresses that come in at the waist bc i’m curvy so i like the waist,, and like high waisted shorts and jeans and skirts w shorter tops??? mm i LOVE. but i’m also comfortable with like big jumpers and stuff too so…

3: Do you like makeup? if so, What’s your daily makeup routine look like? Yes! I love makeup! i’m not very good at it but i find makeup v calming and usually when i’m upset the process of putting youtube or music on and doin my makeup is so theraputic,,, i usually do pencil eyeliner, eyebrows, concealer, mascara and eyeshadow if i have time (not in that order) but i honestly love eyeshadow pallets sm 

4: What three things/people do you think of most each day: things bc i’m boring; tea, blankets and friends. 

5: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? OVER EMOTIONAL AND OVERBEARING AND WILL PROBABLY LOVE YOU TOO MUCH,,, A BIT LIKE A PUPPY. ALSO HIGHLY ANXIOUS AND CRIES WHEN TEA IS UNAVAILABLE,,, that sounds about right,,,, 

7: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] : I love personality quizzes and i literally just took this and i’m melancholic?? which i agree w a lot actually (look it up if you want to know more lol)

9: who’s your favorite celebrity? hmm currently dodie clark (she counts ok) emma watson, adelaide kane, or matty healy,,, hmmm,,,,,,

10: who’s your favorite viner? i dont really watch vines but i think thomas sanders and lizzza are hilarious so,,,,

11: favorite youtubers? i kinda answered this before but dodie, lucy moon, jack and dean (anyone in that circle) dan and phil, carrie hope fletcher. 

12: cat or dogs? i dont like this bc i love them both but when it comes to mutual love,,,, dogs (but my cat has LOVED me recently idk whats happening)

14: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? i honestly don’t know,,, i LOVE the name lyra but i feel like i’d want to name my child that,,, but idk i also like laurel, lily, estelle,,,,

16: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? i feel most productive at night, and i love night, but i feel like people diurnal is more the norm and when i’d actually be able to get stuff done,, so that

17: Any phobias or fears? bein alone, being unproductive, unhappiness,, i don;t think i have any phobias but i am quite an anxious bean

18: Favorite movie? hmmmm 10 things i hate about you, any hp film, the narnia films,,, r+j,,,, there’s so m a n y 

19: Do you get scared easily? short answer: yes,,, long answer: Y Y E E S S 

21: What is a color that calms you? blue, like pale blue, green (bc being outside makes me feel calm) and like mauve bc it reminds me of my mum 

23: Where were you born? melbourne buddy

24: Introvert or extrovert? ambivert,,,, but i think i’m closer to extrovert 

25: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? YES I’M SUCH A TAURUS

 26: Hugs or kisses? i mean i’ve never kissed anyone so i’d have to say hugs

28: Talk about your crush, if you have one! idk where to begin w this omg,,,,

29: A sound you really love? RAIN. RAIN.  R A I N. and my friends talking, that makes me feel good too. 

30: Can you do the splits? nOPE 

31: Favorite actor and/or actress? emma watson, thomas brodie-sangster, asa butterfield, tatiana maslany, dev patel,,, ugh so many people

33: How are you feeling right now?  i mean ??? neutral??? like i’m not happy but i’m not sad?? fine??? 

34: What color would you like your hair to be right now?  i mean i used to want to be ginger but then i realized i would look crap but tonight at a dinner i was called a ranga (my hair is v light brown) and now i’m conflicted,, but like i kinda want darker hair rn 

35: Something that calms you down? dodie clark, my friends, tea, long walks.

36: Have any disorders? no but i might have anxiety??? 37: What does your URL mean? combo of my fave characters, clara oswald from doctor who and james and lily potter from hp,,, not even sorry 

38: What makes you unfollow a blog? inactive, rude or a person i just don’t want to be associated with anymore (this only happened once when i had a falling out w someone irl)

39: What makes you follow a blog? nice username or aesthetic, or i find you on my dash somehow. i follow a lot of people but it’s nice there’s variety. 

40: Favorite kind of person: one who understands me and listens to me but is also completely at ease w who they are and is willing to be open with me.

41: Name three of your favorite blogs. @alicelongbottom, @hpwritersnet (i’m part of this but we’re great) and @acestephendene ,, ily all sm and your blogs are all AMAZING,

42: What is your MBTI personality type? INFJ!!!! and it fits me really well tbh.

43: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? currently my maxi dress or my jeans :)

44: Post a selfie or two? lol i don’t currently have any up put i have a pic of ME if that counts. everything will be under the tag “my face”

45: Do you like to swim? YES

46: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? swimming, i can’t skate for shit lol

47: Something you wish didn’t exist: tr*mp

48: Some thing you wish did exist: MONEY TREES AND TIME MACHINES

49: Piercings you have? just my ears

50: Something you really enjoy doing: reading and writing and walking. sometimes all at once oml 

51: Favorite person to talk to: hmm maybe either my two closest friends or my sister?? 

52: What was your first impression of Tumblr? *actual recreation* “plants, plants, plants, i guess they’re pretty,,,, wAIT IS THAT HARRY POTTER”

53: How many followers do you have? nearly 0.5 k :))))))))))))) (do you guys want me to do something to celebrate?? i’m so excited??)

54: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? probably not omg 

56: What are your birthstones? emerald,, thats the only one i know oops 

58: Someone you look up to: my sister (both literally and metaphorically)

59: A store you love? in australia we have this stationary store called typo,,, and it’s my favourite place on earth. and like any type of bookstore, vintage, or like anything. just books. 

60: Favorite type of shoes? boots,,, heeled boots,,,

61: Where do you live? australia m8

62: What color do you wish the sky was? i wish it always looked like it does when its dusk tbh 

63: Favorite thing about a person: their eyes, their passions, their hopes.

64: Something you love about Tumblr: all the kind people who send me asks and messages :)66: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,,,,,,, idk maybe a 4 or 5? and on a good day, a 6-6.5? which is kind of ironic when you think about the fact that i idolise my sister,,, who looks like me,,,,

67: What nicknames do you have/have had? lexi, ali, alexy-indre, munchkin, smol bitch, peanut, smol cabbage, and most recently, the good ole “al”

68: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? when i was v little, but i think i stole them all from story books so,,,,

69: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? i have seen a counselor, and i probably go back actually,,,70: How many languages do you speak fluently? just english,,, but i am trying to learn french.71: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. mum, my sister, and hannah (@acestephendene)

72: Do you like BuzzFeed? i mean ??? yes ??? i know they’re problematic and all but yes i like the content,, espec unsolved its my fave. 

73: How many people are you following? i’m such a mess i think last time there was around 3,000??? i should probably maintenance that omg 

74: How many posts/likes/ and or drafts do you have on your blog? 14,168 posts, 31,092 likes, and 2 drafts (again, i’m a mess)

phew that was long!! hope ur not asleep anon, thank you so much xx

[wingsoverbros]

“Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell - the long semi-interesting dash for the finish” or “My thoughts on SPN 12.15″

For previous episodes: 12.01 - 12.02 - 12.03 - 12.04 - 12.05 - 12.06 - 12.07 - 12.08 - 12.09 - 12.10 - 12.11 - 12.12 - 12.13 - 12.14

Now, on to Supernatural 12.15 - "Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell"

In previous seasons of Supernatural, the episodes in the middle of the the second half of the seasons can drag and feel fairly useless, full of story elements that go nowhere and add nothing to the season itself. This season, they seem to be doing better at this. "Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell" is full of encouraging character growth, useful plot developments and addressed plot points. It's bolstering my hopes for a good season finale, and the placement of season 12 in the ranks of the higher-quality seasons.

Well, last week, I predicted that Dean's trust issues and previous reactions might make it harder for him to work with the British Men of Letters. That was almost immediately proven wrong. Dean has decided to work with them, on the grounds of "I've worked with people I didn't trust before..." I guess Dean is starting to learn from the past. He just needed to get over his hurt feelings. That's very mature of him. (Just as long as he keeps his eyes open. I still don't trust those shifty bastards.)

I loved that both Dean and Sam thanked Crowley for his help. The brothers have always been a bit rough on their allies, and tend to overlook the contribution of others (as they’ve themselves acknowledged), so the fact that both have thanked the King of Hell himself for his assistance shows great character growth in the guys. Showing appreciation for the help of others, even those they don't altogether trust, makes the guys look like the mature heroes they should be at their age and position in life. It's another point in this season's behalf.

Sam also seems to have learned a little from Dean's reaction to Mary keeping the MOL a secret in the last episode. By telling Dean the truth (almost) immediately, he's returned to his "we should tell the truth" stance from previous seasons. He's no longer back-sliding in that department, so I guess that finally stuck. Hopefully, sticking to a policy of truth will help if/when things go pear-shaped with the British Men of Letters.

The development of the changing of Lucifer's vessel to weaken him was an interesting change. Crowley seems to have learned *something* from the past mistakes of others, even if it wasn't "don't taunt the Super-being that hates you." At least he took precautions this time. It'll be interesting to see if the changes to the vessel are a permanent power loss of Lucifer, if they transfer to more then just Crowley's control, and if they'll mean we have Lucifer outside of the cage for longer.

One of the things that this season has been fantastic at (mostly) is the frequent additions to previously untouched canon. The episode continued to remind us of the recent revelations of the Yellow-eyed demons with the inclusion of Dagon snatching Kelly, and now has included a plausible origin story for Hell-hounds. Previous season have put forward that Chuck has had issues with his first tries at creatures turning out to be too aggressive and dangerous (see The Leviathan), which makes this a great way to include a low-key tie to that terrible season while continuing the theme that Lucifer only really twisted pre-existing beings into new shapes rather then create new ones. It's always good to see writers working within the bounds of set characterizations and canon, rather then ignoring it and reinventing at will, as some of them seem to prefer.

Side note: think about Chuck being horrible at first drafts, and the fact that he made the Archangels first before anything else. Kinda makes you wonder about the quality of the Archangels, doesn't it.

The references to past episodes were quite varied this time. We had several nice bits on hell-hounds reappearing from previous seasons, namely the Hell-hound locator glasses from "Trial and Error" in season 8, and the ability to kill them that first popped up in "Caged Heat" in season 6. Also appearing were the fact that Hell is the world's worst office job, much to Crowley's dismay (wouldn't he have known this before he rose to power? What did he think it'd become?),and the continuing presence of Lucifer's demonic cheerleaders. I actually felt terrible for the poor guy, poofed out of existence despite doing nothing, and being told he'd “made it weird” to boot. Luci could have been nicer (unlikely,but possible). At least the poor guy is out of his centuries-long misery, no?

On the hero side of things, we had a pop-up of Cas's inability to understand how the rock shout-out IDs normally work (although the ones Dean does are ridiculous too. Let's be honest here.), Dean noticing something was off with Cas over the phone, and the first mention of Heaven's gardener, Joshua. I must admit that the news that he's alive and in charge of heaven made me quite happy, as I'd hoped both would be the case ages ago. That character, last seen in "Dark side of the moon" in season 5, was one of my favorite side characters in season 5, and one of the better angels in my book. I just hope that they don't write him as a dick. He needs to be good to Cas, provide him with a way to rejoin the Host without removing him from the Winchesters. Here's hoping, I guess. (Another question: We saw him, but not in a vessel. Will they use the same actor? Or take the opportunity to recast, like they did with Hannah?)

I liked how things haven't just been dropped like they sometimes were in previous seasons. The group of demons who studied the cage and made the chains were mentioned as having been exterminated, proving that being one of Crowley's "most trusted demons" isn't all it's cracked up to be. Not really a long-term job prospect, that. The fall-out over Gavin's (unnecessary) sacrifice continues, and I'm both pleased to see Crowley still broken up over it (he's become so human) and the guys expressing some (very) small degree of discomfort about it. In past seasons, these elements aren't a big part of the overall season arc and would usually disappear into the void, never to be seen again. I'm glad the writers are choosing to address a few tiny loose threads.

Observations:

"Making Hell great again" - cute. Nice little political joke, and great timing for it. It actually made me laugh out loud.

Dean and Crowley arguing over whether they had influenced the other made me smile. Of course they did. The Winchesters influence everyone they interact with, making each of them far more human over time. Meanwhile, Crowley and Cas (and many others, for that matter) have made the Winchesters far more likely to realize that there are more to non-human beings then just predator actions. Every one is a deep and whole character, with good and bad traits, and has the potential to be a good(ish) person (or something) and a useful ally, if encouraged correctly. Influence can be a good thing.

I didn't know Tort reform was a hell issue. I always figured many lawyers worked for them anyway, and they'd encourage the complication of legal matters, to increase the possibility of more desperation crossroad deals. Tort reform proposals seem kinda counter-intuitive to that. Unless it was an *anti* tort reform proposal... at which, that’d make sense.

"the man in black! or, you know, beige" - Funny. Imagine the guy's face if he found out Cas wasn't human.

Cas looked so tired of humanity in that scene with the the diner manager. Now he knows there's some real odd-balls out there. (I loved that he just kinda dropped his head when the guy just kept talking, and the "...really?" eye-roll at the camcorder.)

I liked the cameo of Negan's bat from the Walking Dead. If we can't have Jeffery Dean Morgan back for a guest spot, then the bat made a great (and fairly subtle) reference back to him.

The character growth of practically everyone in the episode and the further development of interesting plot points and the addressing of loose plot threads made this episode a clear winner in my book. It's a great thing to see in a middle-season episode that normally would be more of a "take it or leave it" forgettable episode in other seasons. I look forward to seeing these developments impact the rest of the season, and where the episode sits in the finished season. Hopefully, it finishes just as strong as it has been so far.