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decisionsandrevisionsreversed · 2 years ago

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Mastering the Art of Germinating Cannabis Seeds

Whether you are growing pot plants for personal use or for a living, it is critical to give your plants the best possible start in life. Healthy beginnings will encourage rapid, strong growth, just as they do in animals and children. When growing your own cannabis, you have two basic options: start with seeds or use clones.

If you go the seed route, you'll want to know how to germinate marijuana seeds properly. Experimenting with marijuana germination is your best bet for determining what's best for you because even experienced growers disagree on the best methods for germinating marijuana seeds.

And perhaps you tried trial and error but ended up wondering, "Why won't my marijuana seeds germinate?" The truth is that you've probably been making mistakes without realizing it. You can improve your results, but some seeds will inevitably fail. No one can achieve 100% germination, but there is always room for improvement.

DripWorks is pleased to offer this primer on how to germinate marijuana seeds quickly. These techniques can help you, and your seeds get off to a good start.

CHOOSE THE RIGHT SEEDS

Germination simply refers to the process of getting a seed to sprout a taproot, which will serve as the seed's main root in the soil as it grows. Start with the best seeds you can afford to buy online or get from friends for the best results.

Choose between indica and sativa based on your cannabis effects preferences or market demand. You will also have a large selection of strains to choose from.

If at all possible, obtain feminized seeds. Because female marijuana plants produce the bodacious bud that cannabis enthusiasts crave, starting with feminized seeds will result in more buds when the plants mature. Feminized seeds will not produce 100% female plants, but they will significantly improve your chances over the 50-50 chances of a standard seed selection.

GERMINATION

How long does it take for marijuana seeds to germinate? It can take anywhere from a couple of days to a week for your seeds to start growing into plants.

Popular germination methods include the following. Remember that seeds require adequate warmth, moisture, and air to germinate properly using any of these methods. Cannabis seeds prefer temperatures ranging from 70° F to 90° F for sprouting.

TOWELS MADE OF PAPER

Many home gardeners prefer the paper towel method. Just grab two pieces of paper towel. Spray them with water. Then, sandwich your pot seeds between two layers of moist paper towels.

Place a plate or other object beneath the bottom towel to prevent moisture damage and another over-the-top towel to keep the seeds in the dark environment. When the white taproot emerges from your seeds, they are ready to be transplanted. Plant them with the taproot down.

SOAKING IN WATER

Many people prefer this straightforward approach. Simply soak your seeds in a glass of lukewarm water overnight. The following day, plant them directly in the ground, containers, or wherever you intend to use them.

PLANTING DIRECTLY

This is a more natural method than soaking in water. Simply plant your seeds 1/2 inch to 1 inch deep in moistened soil or another medium. One significant advantage of this method is that your seedlings will not experience transplant shock. They will be accustomed to their surroundings because they have grown up in them.

JIFFY POTS

Some people prefer to germinate seeds in Jiffy Pots. These are sold as small round discs in nurseries and other stores.

Simply add water when you're ready to plant. They will grow into individual soil pots that you can use as a growing medium.

Plant a seed or two in each pot, keeping the pots moist. Once the plants have sprouted, move them in their Jiffy Pot to a container, raised bed, or garden plot.

STATION OF GERMINATION

Germination stations, also known as seed starters, are miniature greenhouses. They come with a tray of soil and a heating pad underneath to keep the soil warm.

The warmth is kept in by a clear plastic cover on top. You can make one at home or buy one for a low cost at your local nursery or online.

Maintaining Your Home Seed-Germination Environment

Once your cannabis seeds have been planted and are growing, it is important to maintain the environment they are in to ensure success. Cannabis plants need lots of light, warmth, and humidity to germinate successfully.

The optimal temperature for marijuana seedlings is around 80 degrees Fahrenheit (26 degrees Celsius). It's also important that the humidity level be kept between 55-65%. In order to maintain these humidity and temperature levels, it is important to invest in a few pieces of equipment. You can purchase small heat mats, which will keep your seeds warm and provide the perfect environment for germination.

It's also important to monitor the relative humidity with a hygrometer. You may also want to invest in a fan or two to keep the air circulating and help maintain a healthy temperature. Additionally, you'll need good-quality soil and containers in which to grow your plants. With the right combination of equipment, climate control, light, and soil, you can create an ideal environment for germinating cannabis seeds at home.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, germinating cannabis seeds can be a challenging but rewarding journey. It is important to have an understanding of the basics in order to get started and ensure successful growth. The most crucial step is creating the right conditions for your cannabis seeds with warmth, moisture, and darkness. Once the proper environment has been created, the next steps involve exposing the seeds to light, providing them with nutrients, and maintaining their moisture. With patience, consistent monitoring, and attention to detail, it is possible to master the art of germinating cannabis seeds. Creating a successful cannabis growth environment requires commitment, but it can be incredibly rewarding in terms of both yield and quality.

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arvinsescape · 3 years ago

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Hey could you please write something with reader's ex leaking some private pictures you two took when you were together just because he's jealous of you and tom, so when tom hears about what happened he is so upset that someone could be this low, he's not even jealous, he is just so mad that he could cry

A/N: Thank you for sending this in, I hope you enjoy! 💕

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, leaking of nudes (this is never okay, I do not condone this behaviour), talks of bad relationships, mentions of stalking (do not read if you are uncomfortable).

You and Tom had been together for just over a year and a half, it had been amazing, you absolutely adored each other and everyone could see it. There was only one negative in your relationship and that came with your ex.

He was an incredibly jealous human being, awful in every way. You broke things off with him after two years of putting up with his behaviour. You'd not been allowed to have male friends, the relationship you had with the men Tom lived with was strange for you at first, at every turn you expected Tom to get angry about how close you were getting. It never happened, Tom adored the relationship you had with the boys and it was quick to reassure you of that fact when you opened up to him about it.

Unfortunately, although he claimed he wasn't in love with you, he couldn't let you go. He was so jealous when he found out you'd moved on that he started stalking your social medias, leaving comments on your posts which led to you blocking him. Of course, this didn't work, he made new accounts in order to find out what you were doing, leaving nasty comments on posts you made to a point where you simply stopped posting as often.

He was tiring and for a while you worried he'd find you, approach you but he never did. You'd been on edge for a short time after making your relationship with Tom public due to the comments he'd leave on your posts. You wondered whether or not he'd ever get over it, let you go but he seemingly wasn't going to anytime soon. It was tiresome, truly but you'd learned to live with it, you continued to block the accounts he made, Tom personally emailing the social media companies in hopes they could put a stop to him but to no avail.

You travelled with Tom a lot, most of the time unless you had family commitments that kept you homebound. This was due to your job and the way it worked, you never needed to be in an office and you could work from anywhere in the world. Book editing meant you had freedom. It made you feel safe, knowing Tom was never far away and when he was filming you could spend time with one of the boys and it brought a huge comfort to you.

You were back in London, in Tom's shared house after a long stretch in the states, you were happy to be back home, have your home comforts. You had been in and out of sleep for the past hour, your phone buzzing like crazy which had resulted in you turning it off, not ready to face whatever it was so early in the morning. That was all well and good until Tom's phone started half an hour later.

"Tom." You lightly shook him in his sleep and he mumbled incoherently in response. "Tom?" You tried harder.

"Y/N, go back to sleep." He grumbled as he pulled you into his chest as his phone started again. You pushed against his chest and his eyes snapped open.

"Tom your phone." You stated and Tom groaned before rolling over and mindlessly fishing for the device, turning it off as well. "It might be important." You said and he rolled back over to pull you into him.

"I'll deal with it later, it's my week off, it can wait." He mumbled into your neck as he sighed out. It didn't take him long to find sleep again as he held you against his chest, his warmth wrapping around you and making you drift into your own sleep.

You're not sure how long you'd been back asleep before you heard banging on your bedroom door. Tom groaning as he squeezed your body and ignored the knocks, hoping whichever boy it was would go away.

"Tom." Harrison's voice pulled you both from your sleepy state. He sounded worried, not his usual calm and chilled out self as he banged on the door again. "You need to get up." He said frantically.

"Fuck off Harrison, I'm tired." Tom shouted back as you sat up and ran a hand over your face. Tom protesting as you sat against the headboard trying to come to. "Darling, come back." He begged, almost childishly, you were about to respond when Harrison piped up again.

"Tom, mate seriously. Get up, it's important." He tried and Tom groaned again before sitting up next to you. "Right, I'm coming in." Haz shouted before opening your bedroom door, phone in hand and face paler than usual.

"Haz what is so important that we need to get up at," Tom started as he checked his watch. "7:30 in the morning."

"You need to check your phones." He said as he threw his phone in your direction. With furrowed brows you picked it up. "I'm so sorry Y/N/N." He said and Tom was quick to grab his phone, turning it on.

"What do you mean? Haz it's early and I've not woken up yet, what's going on?" Tom asked as you scrolled Haz's phone, quiet as a mouse, face dropping. You flicked though the series of pictures that had made their way to twitter, complete and utter disbelief hitting you.

"Her ex." Harrison said as Tom's phone finished booting up, numerous missed calls from his publicist and twitter notifying him that he was trending. "Y/N/N, are you okay?" Harrison asked as he took in your figure.

"How long have these been up?" You asked, eyes not leaving his phone.

"I don't know they were posted overnight." Harrison sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Numerous pictures of yourself from a couple of years ago staring back at you. Pictures with your ex in very compromising positions mocking you as you looked at them.

You nodded slowly as you swallowed down your emotions, you lifted a shaky hand to run through your hair. The internet had practically seen you for what you were, seen things that were meant for a significant other. Pictures of yourself you'd sent to your ex before things got bad between the two of you.

"Fucking piece of shit." Tom whispered as he himself saw what Harrison had been talking about. You felt like crying, the lump in your throat felt heavy as you tried to swallow it down, tears blurring your vision as you looked at the pictures.

"Sweetheart," Tom started as he took Harrison's phone from your hand and handed it back to his friend. Harrison took it and quickly made his way from your room, he knew you were seconds away from breaking down and you needed your privacy.

"I thought he'd deleted them." You whispered to more yourself than anyone else. "I sent those at the beginning of our relationship, fucking idiot." You said to yourself and Tom pulled you into him as your tears fell, silently crying.

"You're not an idiot. This is on him, not you. I'm so sorry." Tom said as he held you. "He had no right to do that."

"Is he ever going to leave me alone?" You cried and Tom's heart shattered there and then in his chest. This man had been a tormenter for years, too long and he had been cause for your tears numerous times over your relationship.

"He is. I swear to god this is the last time." Tom promised as he held you tight against him. His phone rang yet again and he huffed out in annoyance as he lifted an arm, reaching for his phone. "Hey, I'll call you back." Tom said into the phone, you didn't hear the response. "No, this is more important, I'll talk to you later." Tom snapped before hanging up the phone and throwing it to one side.

You became a sobbing mess, the world having seen parts of yourself you never wanted them to. You wanted to disappear off the face of earth, how were you supposed to go out in public after this? How were you supposed to face the people you knew? Your mind was racing, thoughts embedding themselves as you thought more about what would happen. You only cried harder as you thought about it.

Tom comforted you through your breakdown, reassuring you that it was going to be okay. He was in complete shock, how could someone do this? He wanted to cry as he held you, his heart was broken for the woman in his arms. He listened as you eventually calmed down, breathing steadying as you pulled away from his chest and wiped your face.

"I'm gonna do something about this, I promise." Tom comforted and he watched as a defeated look spread across your face.

"What does it matter? The world has seen them now." You smiled sadly, realising there was nothing you could do. He'd taken things to a knew level, one you would never hear the end of. "It's my own fault, I never should have sent them." You bit your lip as you tried to hold back more tears.

"No baby, don't do that. Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault." He said as he sat across from you, taking your hands into his own. You couldn't look him in the eye, what if he hated you for this? This was something people could use against him now, what if he was disgusted you ever sent them to him.

"Stop it." Tom said softly, he could see you reeling, see your thoughts consuming you. He always knew, he said you had this look on your face and in your eyes, he knew you like the back of his hand. "Don't, I know what you're thinking and this isn't your fault."

"Look at me," Tom encouraged as he took your chin in his hand and forced your gaze into his own. "I promise this is going to be okay." He comforted and the look in his eyes was so comforting, so safe. No judgement, nothing hiding behind them, he was heart broken for you, you could see that in the tears that were slightly welling in his eyes.

It wasn't that you were against sending pictures to your partner, you and Tom had sent your fair share to each other. But you had learned a valuable lesson, you'd deleted every picture between you and your ex because that was the right thing to do, right? But he hadn't, he'd kept them and it made you uncomfortable as to why? Why would he want to keep those pictures? Why would he release them for the world to see?

"One minute." Tom said as he got off the bed and made his way into the en suite. You heard running water and you knew he was running you a bath, the evidence in the smell of flowers filling the room as he added your favourite bubble bath. He reappeared after a while.

"Come on. I've got some calls to make so you have a bath." He said as he held his hand out for you. Your heart warmed but you sighed as you took his hand and stood up.

"This isn't your mess to clean up Tom, it's mine." You mumbled and Tom shook his head as he tugged you slightly into the bathroom.

"If it affects you, it affects me. I'm gonna do everything I can to protect you. I love you okay? This isn't your fault and I'm gonna put an end to his shit, I've had enough. I'm gonna do something about him." Tom said and you smiled sadly.

"Thank you." You said and Tom smiled as he gestured for you to get into the bath.

"I'll be back in a while. I'm gonna talk to my legal team, see what I can do. You just try and relax and I want you to promise me that you'll stay off social media today." He said and you nodded as he smiled in comfort at you, kissing your forehead as he left the bathroom and made his way downstairs, grabbing his phone and putting some sweats on as he did.

"How is she?" Harrison asked, almost as soon as Tom entered the living room. Tom sighed as he turned to his best friend.

"She's upset. Blames herself for ever sending them." He said and Haz furrowed his brows.

"This is that twats fault. I swear if I ever see him again I'm gonna punch the smug look he always has right off his fucking face." Haz said.

"You'll have to get in line. I could kill him for what he's done." Tom said, he was so upset that you'd been put through this. "I want to fucking cry for her Haz, she's devastated." Tom continued as Tuwaine made his way into the room.

"That man is a fucking dick." He ranted straight away, Harry agreeing as he made his way in. "I can't believe the shit he's pulled." He continued.

"He's was so open about it, posting them onto his personal twitter account." Harry said in disbelief.

"I'm hoping that was his biggest mistake, what I can get him for." Tom said as he scrolled his contacts, pulling up the head of his legal team.

"What's the reaction online?" Haz asked carefully and Tuwaine shook his head.

"Half and half, some people are defending her, some are mocking her, others judging. It's a mess, people wanna know how Tom feels about it, some Y/N. I don't know, I tried not to look too much." Tuwaine sighed and Haz gave a tight nod as he grabbed his phone and vigorously started to type.

Tom left the room as he held the phone to his ear, on the phone with his legal team. Disappearing to talk in private. Harrison finally finished his typing as Tuwiane and Harry's phone pinged, Harrison's tweets coming to their attention.

There are no words for what has happened to my two best friends. What this man has done is disgusting and in no way Y/N's fault, please stop circulating the pictures. They were posted without her consent and she is hurting enough without people mocking her. Leave her alone, leave Tom alone. You will hear from them when they are ready.

Harry and Tuwaine retweeting the tweets before adding their own in support of you. You were close to them all, they were like your brother's.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. This is just awful, I can't believe this has happened." Tuwaine said and watched as you appeared in the living room, you had your pyjama pants on, one of Tom's hoodies consuming your upper half as you looked sheepishly around the room.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry this has happened." Tuwaine said as he pulled you into his chest, squeezing you in comfort. "It's okay, we're gonna get you through this." He promised and your heart warmed as you hugged him back.

There was a part of you that wondered how much the boys had seen, it made you feel strange around them. What if they'd seen the pictures of your intimate parts?

"I didn't look." Tuwaine said, almost as if he could read your thoughts. "I saw enough to know when to stop scrolling, enough to know what had happened." He reassured as the boys voiced the same.

"Okay, he's gonna do some digging, see how far he can take it. See what he can get him done for." Tom said as he reappeared, you instantly leaving Tuwaine's arms for your boyfriends.

"Is it looking promising? That we can press charges of some sort against him?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, he's just said he'll see if he can take more action. He's already contacted twitter and they're trying to put a stop to the sharing of the pictures. The rest of the sites the same." Tom said as he squeezed you tightly, chin resting on top of your head.

Tom's phone rang again and he pulled it from his pocket, sighing as he watched his publicists name flash across his screen. This was the phone call he was dreading because his PR team didn't give a fuck how you looked, it was all about Tom. This wasn't about him.

"Hello?" Tom said as he answered, he couldn't ignore them forever.

"Tom! Finally!" He heard the shrill screech of her voice and he grimaced as he did. He moved you both to sit on the couch, sitting you on his lap as he cuddled you. "Have you seen the internet?"

"Yeah." Tom said, almost annoyed.

"Y/N needs to put out a statement." She said and Tom huffed, anger building in him.

"Y/N doesn't need to do anything. She will address this if and when she is ready." Tom snapped.

"Tom this will make it look bad for you if neither of you address it. Some people are speculating she's cheated." She replied and your stomach dropped as you overheard her. Tom shifted you onto the couch as he got up, placing a kiss to your lips as he disappeared again. You didn't need to hear any of this.

"I don't give a shit to be honest. She hasn't cheated, these photos where posted without her consent. This isn't about me, this is about her." Tom snapped.

"But Tom, you are Spiderman, your girlfriends nudes have been leaked, pictures of her with another man have leaked." She snapped back and Tom's anger hit breaking point.

"I don't care. I just told you that. I'm not going to force her to do a thing she doesn't want. I don't care that I am Spiderman, what happened to her is wrong and I'm gonna stand by her."

"About that." She said Tom's heart dropped.

"What?"

"We think it might be best if you distanced yourself from her. Make it look like a slight break." His publicist said and Tom's anger hit the roof at the suggestion. His publicist had never been fond of your relationship, they wanted him to date other celebrities, he'd fought them for ages on this front.

"Not happening. This is devastating for her, you really think I'm gonna abandon her? You know what? If anyone thinks negatively about me or her, that's on them because what has happened to her is wrong. How do you think that will look? I can just see the headlines. Tom Holland leaves girlfriend after nudes where leaked without her consent. What sort of a message does that send to people? Did you think about that? Or is this just you taking another opportunity to try and get me seen with someone you approve of?" Tom screamed, the house heard.

"I, I suppose I hadn't thought about that." She stumbled out quietly. Tom pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to calm himself.

"I don't want to hear anything more about this. I'm going to deal with this my way. This isn't about me, this about her and sticking by her, which I am going to do. Whatever you might say. The fact that you hadn't thought about what I've just said makes clear to me that I can't trust you with this one and maybe I should be looking for someone I can." Tom snapped.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave you be. We'll try and do what we can here." She said and Tom didn't even feel guilty for blowing out on his publicist, the team could be the biggest wankers he'd ever met anyway.

"Tom, you'll get in trouble." You said as he made his way back into the room. He sat down next to you, pulling you into his side as he kissed your head.

"I don't care. This isn't about me, they need to realise that." Tom spoke into your hair. He pulled his phone from his pocket as he typed away, minutes later and everyone's phone had pinged, Tom had posted to Instagram. It was a picture of the two of you, one taken over winter in by the fire.

I'm sure many of you have seen what has happened. I'm devastated someone would do this, these pictures were posted without her consent. This man kept these pictures for over two years and then posted them. I ask that you stop judging and just think for a second how this would make you feel, if it was you in this position. She trusted him enough to send those images and he broke that trust, it's so wrong.

I ask that you stop posting the pictures, they are not yours or mine to post. There is no cheating involved, this man has caused enough distress for Y/N and I will not let it continue. I want you to support her and send love, it's what she deserves. She's my best friend and my lover, I stand by her 100% on this, I will not tolerate any abuse sent her way.

Please understand that she is not ready to address this and if she never is that's okay. She doesn't have to, this isn't her fault and she has nothing to apologise for. I love her and I hope to see your continued support of her, much love Tom x

He switched his phone off as he looked at you, he wanted nothing more than to make this go away for you, he wanted to hide you from the world, keep you safe. He had to swallow his tears again, heart aching from what this man has done to you, he couldn't stop himself pulling you tighter against him as he tried to keep his tears at bay..

"It's gonna be okay, I promise. I love you." He said into your hair as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself to straddle him. You pulled each other impossibly closer and the boys smiled at the interaction, no matter what was going on the world, the two had each other. They had each other's backs and it was heart warming to see, to know they had all the support they would ever need in each other.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland angst #tom holland x female reader #tom holland one shot

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thewhitejournal · 4 years ago

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Movie Night

Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader Oneshot

requested by: @thomasgibsonfan01

prompt: hey I have a fluff request. for Hotchner x reader where they plan a movie night while jack is at a sleepover but jack gets sick so he comes home and hangs out with them while he gets better.

content warnings: a little cursing, sick little boy 🥺

hope you enjoy love! sorry it took me so long <3

A sigh of relief passed through your lips as you closed the last file on your desk. It had been a long day, and an even longer week. There was one thing getting you through it, one thing you kept in sight as your motivation to Friday.

Recently, Aaron Hotchner had finally asked you out, after months of pining from both of you. This Friday wouldn’t be your first date, but then again, the butterflies he gave you always made it feel like the first time. He’d planned a whole movie night while Jack was away at a sleepover, complete with pizza, popcorn, wine, and dessert. A thought lingered in the back of your mind though; you hoped the two of you wouldn’t be watching much of any movie, too enveloped in each other to be paying attention to the screen.

Quitting time had finally rolled around, the office mostly empty. Other than Aaron, of course, the workaholic. His desk lamp still shone through the open blinds in his office. A smirk grew on your lips as you ascended the staircase leading to his office, knocking softly on the door.

“Agent Hotchner, can I see you a moment?”, you called softly from the other side, teasing him with his authoritative rank. You heard him let out a deep chuckle from the other side; he knew your voice all too well.

“Come in, (Y/L/N).”, he replied, using your last name to play along. The two of you usually called each other by your first names, when not in an extremely professional setting, of course. You opened the door, entering the room and then shutting it quietly behind you. He looked up from his work, a smile on his face, and beckoned you over with two fingers, sending butterflies roaring in your stomach.

You pulled the blinds shut, knowing full well any remaining agents in the office would be aware of what’s happening behind closed doors and blinds, despite them being closed. The sound of your heels carried in the room as you walked over, an ever growing smile on your lips. You sat on his desk in front of him, running your hand through his hair.

“Happy to see me, (Y/N)?”, he asked, knowing the answer, as he rose from his office chair and wrapped his arms around your waist, lips pressing a kiss to yours like it was instinct. Which it kind of was, at this point.

You laughed, then sighed. “It’s been a long ass day, Aaron. A lot of paperwork.” You knew it was nothing compared to his workload; the boss always had more to do than everyone else. But you, along with the rest of the team, knew he could handle it. Even if he needed a break, he’d push himself. Well, tonight, you’d be pulling him from his work for a well deserved break.

“Don’t I know it. Ready to get out of here?”, he asked in a voice you’d almost classify as sultry, accompanied by a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite place. You smiled nonetheless, knowing his intentions to be very good.

“Absolutely, sir.”, you said with a chipper tone, saluting him as you stood from the desk. He rolled his eyes and laughed, placing his hands on your cheeks. He kissed your lips with a bit of need, which you had for him as well, so it didn’t bother you at all.

After you’d both gathered your things and tied up loose ends for the day, you headed to the elevator. The two of you tried to keep your relationship a secret at the start, but it was too hard for both of you. Plus, it was a little noticeable by a group of profilers when you left and arrived within minutes of each other every day.

The ride to Aaron’s place was short, and you were ready to kick off your heels and enjoy that wine. And maybe enjoy your company, too.

Aaron unlocked the door, throwing his jacket and briefcase on the couch. You did the same. He headed to the kitchen for the wine, calling out at you to make yourself at home. You were about to slide your heels off when his phone rang. Immediately, you could tell in his tone something was off.

“What happened, is he alright?”, you heard him ask. You hurried into the kitchen to stand at his side, placing a hand on his arm. He mouthed something to you: ‘It’s Jack’. Your heart sank. You loved that little boy, despite not knowing him or Aaron for very long; the Hotchner boys held a special place in your heart. You waited in silence to hear the problem.

A voice spoke hurriedly on the other end, but you couldn’t exactly make out what they were saying. Aaron’s dark brows furrowed on his forehead. You could practically watch his gears turn as he processed whatever he was being told.

“Okay. I’ll be over soon.” With that, he ended the call. He explained to you that Jack had gotten sick while at his friend’s house; he wasn’t feeling well and he felt feverish, begging his friend’s mom to call Aaron. “I have to go pick him up, but if you want to go home then-“ You cut him off.

“No, no, Aaron, I wouldn’t dream of it. I want to stay, help with Jack. Make sure he’s alright.” He smiled at your words, placing a kiss to your forehead. No way would Aaron attest to having more time with you. Quickly, the two of you headed out the door to get Jack.

After arriving at the friend’s house, you waited in the passenger seat while Aaron went inside. You chewed at the inside of your cheek, leg shaking with anxiety. You hoped Jack would be okay. Hotch came out soon afterwards, Jack in his arms along with his little overnight bag. He was wearing his little pajamas already, arms wrapped tight around his dad’s neck. You jumped out of the car and opened the back door for Aaron, and he mumbled a ‘thank you’. Once Jack was situated in his seat, Aaron pulled back, about to shut the door when Jack looked up at you with those big brown eyes. The eyes that always reminded you of Aaron’s.

“Miss (Y/N)?”, he asked in a small voice. You smiled, heart warming at the sound of your name coming from him.

“Hi buddy. Wanna go home and watch some movies? Maybe eat some soup?”, you asked him, holding his little hand. He quickly reciprocated, squeezing your hand. He nodded eagerly. You smiled, squeezing his hand one more time before Aaron shut the door.

“Thanks for staying. It really means a lot, to both of us.” Aaron said to you, his gaze wandering to his son inside.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else on a Friday evening. Movie night with my boys.”, you replied, a huge grin on your face. Aaron’s lips mirrored yours, the smile spreading to his eyes. He kissed you, with the most love you’d ever felt from anyone. You could get used to this.

self spon for my aaron hotchner playlist (i’m very proud of it) enjoy loves! <3

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shinygoldstar · 4 years ago

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Midnight Snack

DannyMay Day 11: Midnight

(Also DannyMay Shadow, Scars, Power, Nature, Seasons, Teeth can you find them all?)

Word Count: 2271 (not beta’d. experimental writing)

Warning: mentions of ghost cannibalism, nothing explicit

@floralflowerpower – for that ghost cannibalism post

(it’s 1 am so i’m gonna sleep now. might post on AO3 later)

Edit: AO3 Added!

It was mid-October. The leaves are starting to turn yellow heralding the approaching autumn. Danny was happy because that meant the unusually hot weather is almost over. It wasn’t that he’s melting from the heat- quite the opposite, he’s probably the only person in Amity that isn’t sweltering under the sun with his cold core. But due to this exact same reason, his cooler body temperature also drew in water vapor which condenses on his skin, pooling into beads of water dripping down his shirt, making him appear extra sweaty. He can’t wait for the temperature to be cool enough to not change clothes every few hours. Good thing his clothes are purchased by the dozen; no one really noticed him wearing new sets of clothes throughout the day.

It was the contaminated fridge foods that disappeared first. No one missed them. At least until they can’t find the mutated turkeys for their annual Thanksgiving hunting event.

Danny yawned as he and his friends entered Fenton Works. Autumn is comfy. Just the right temperature where he can wear loose clothing and not be stared at for being underdressed for the weather. No ‘sweating’ either. His mouth closed with a click, a bit too fast on his new fangs. Danny winced. The fangs seemed to have grown longer overnight again. At this rate Danny won’t be able to pass them off as normal pointy canine teeth for much longer. It didn’t hurt but the itch is annoying. Danny took a detour to the fridge, grabbing an ice cube from the freezer and popped it into his mouth, absentmindedly chewing on the cubes to take the edge off the itch as they walked down to the basement lab. His parents are at a paranormal convention at a nearby city and won’t be back until tomorrow. Danny and his friends gladly took the opportunity to do their ‘Danny’s quarterly fitness test’.

Danny flipped on the light switch and walked to the center of the lab, transforming into his ghost form. “Okay I’m ready. What’s first on the list?”

Tucker dropped his bag and took out a piece of notebook paper, “Okay, first we gotta do the baseline measurements. Height, weight, temperature, and the ecto reading.” Sam dug through her sports bag, pulling out the measurement tape. She held it against Danny, eyes scanning the tape measurement numbers. “Still the same height.”

Tucker nodded, noting down the measurement in Danny’s health notebook. “Next, weight.” Danny stood over the scale. “Yup, still the same weight too.”

Then it was the ecto-samples that Jack misplaced in the kitchen fridge. Jack warned everyone a few days later (everyone knows to avoid glowing food on normal basis so the delayed warning is mostly just courtesy), but no one could find where it went and assumed it grew legs to join the other tiny ecto-samples lurking as their equivalent of household pests. (No matter how often Maddie tried to patch up the mouse hole it keeps reappearing in the same shape but in a different part of the house as if the original mouse hole got transplanted from its original location)

“Lunch Lady’s right. You need to eat more. You’re still as skinny as ever.” Sam remarked as Danny took the thermometer out of his mouth. “76 F. The ghosts keep attacking me all day and night. You’d think my parents would notice when a ghost sneaks pass them while they work in the lab but I triggered all their ghost alarms just by being in the house so they deactivated the system when I’m around. They must’ve kept it turned off during the day too.”

“Tough luck dude. Ecto scan next.” Tucker passed the scanner to Sam while Danny stood still for her to scan. The machine beeped, “Wow 6.8, that’s quite a jump from last quarter’s 5.1”

“Maybe it was from all the ghost fighting I did over the summer?”

As the leaves began to fall from the branches, ghost attacks lessened in frequency. Not looking the gift horse in the mouth Danny happily enjoyed the lack of ghost attacks to focus more on his studies. If he did well enough, he might even get Bs for his efforts. He also managed to avoid getting detention for the entire week much to the relief of everyone involved.

Two days before Thanksgiving, the Fentons finally remembered their turkeys. But by then it was gone. In a rush, they quickly purchased a pre-made turkey instead. While Danny enjoyed the fact that they’re having a normal family dinner for once, he can’t help but feel like there’s something off about the chicken. As if it’s missing a particular tangy or zingy flavor that would’ve made it richer in flavor. ‘Must’ve been because it’s overcooked.’

"Honey? Have you seen the new ecto-samples I placed in the basement lab fridge?" “Again Jack? This is the third time this month. Have you checked the upstairs fridge?” “I-ah was pretty sure I placed them in the correct fridge this time. Must be some no-good thievin’ ghost.” “I’ll set up the ecto-anti-theft, that’ll get ‘em good! No ghost can escape Jack Fenton for long!”

*Intruder Alert* *Intruder Alert*

Red lights peppered with robotic voice and alarm noises lurched Maddie into full alert mode. She quickly took stock of her surroundings and tried to wake Jack up. But Jack had his earplugs on and continued to snore blissfully. A loud knock on the door caught her attention. “What’s going on mom?” Jazz’s voice floated through the door. Maddie quickly rose to open the bedroom door, swiftly pulled Jazz in and locked the door. “Jazz dear, try to wake your dad up. I’ll go check on the intruder.” Maddie strode quietly to the door then paused, “Have you checked on Danny?” Jazz bit her lips and looked away for a moment “-ah yeah! Danny’s snoring so loud he can’t hear the alarm.” Maddie twisted the doorknob but paused, hesitating. “He’s fine mom.” Jazz reassures her. “If Danny wakes up, he’ll come here first. I’ll let him know what’s going on.”

The alarm rang loudly in her ears as she walked down the stairs to the basement lab, its loud ringing noise effectively covering up the sound of her footsteps. Reaching the basement floor, Maddie quickly crept over to hide behind the shelf on her left, eyes scanning the lab for the intruder.

The glass jars clinked as a shadow moved about the fridge. A very familiar shadow. That didn’t glow. Maddie turned on the lab lights. “Danny?” she started, carefully walking over to face him, her eyes still scanning him to check if he’s really her Danny. The faint, barely noticeable scar on his eyebrow from his attempt to fly off the tree when he was five is there confirming his identity.

“What are you doing down here-?” Maddie noticed the glowing jar in his hand, “and what exactly are you doing?” Danny hazily stared at her; eyes half-lidded. Maddie snapped her fingers to get his attention. Danny didn’t blink. “He's still not awake, Danny come on wake up!”, she shook his shoulders. “Huh? Wuzzat?” Danny groggily woke up. He blinked in confusion.

Finally aware of his surroundings, Danny looked down at his right hand that still held the glowing sample. “Aah!” Danny yelped dropping the sample, then realizing he dropped the sample, tries to catch the jar, fumbling clumsily. Maddie would’ve laughed if it was anywhere else but in this situation. “Danny, do you remember what you were doing?”

“I was doing my homework and was craving for a good cheeseburger?”

---

“And the half-opened jar of ectoplasm?”

“Pickles?”

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“Dude are you for real? That was priceless!” Tucker crowed with laughter. Sam leaned away from Tucker to avoid the meat spittle, “Urgh! Gross Tucker! Swallow it before you speak!”

Danny grumbled into his glass of milkshake, “’s not funny Tuck. you didn't see her face. She was about ready to scan me for signs of ecto-possession. Good thing my lie about craving cheeseburger and opening the wrong fridge worked. Otherwise I’d be in big trouble if she scanned me now with my latest ecto-reading. Anyways I'm banned from the lab now.” Danny bit into his burger.

“So what really happened there dude? Did you seriously sleepwalk into the basement lab?”

“I think so? I don’t really remember anything before Mom found me in the lab. Only that I was feeling a bit hungry.”

The ghosts stopped coming. Everyone in Amity held their breath when there were no ghost attacks for two weeks straight, then a month. Then two months, three. No ghosts. They let out their collective breath. It might be too soon to hope but for now they will enjoy their ghost-free, perfectly ordinary life. It feels a bit strange to not have ghost related interruptions as part of their daily routine but they didn’t miss the ghost-related reconstruction expenses. The local insurance company employees received a nice bonus for the ghost-free month.

By the time March rolled in, Danny is restless. “Guys, there's definitely something big going on.”, he waved his hands for emphasis. “The Fenton portal is still open yet no ghost came through? Not even Boxy since the North District warehouse thing last month. There’s definitely something big going on. I've been taking the ghost-free break for granted for a while now and it helped save my grades but this is too big to ignore.”

“Dude, maybe it’s because you’re much more powerful now? Your latest reading last week is 8.2. None of the ghosts we’ve met so far is above 6 except for Vlad and the Ghost King.” Tucker suggested.

“You might have a point there, Tucker. We haven’t seen any of the ghosts bothering Vlad so far and he’s definitely higher than 6.” Sam added.

Danny frowned, “Maybe you’re right but I just have this nagging feeling that that’s not quite it.”

Danny entered the Zone with little fanfare. The area around the Fenton portal looked normal enough, the usual rocks and clouds of debris are still floating around in their usual areas. Danny aimlessly passed through the nooks and crannies, ducking under the endless spiral staircase, not entirely sure of what to look for. The Zone felt a bit quiet today but Danny haven’t been to the Zone that frequently to be certain about it.

The Ghost Zone, while still filled with random bits of odds and ends felt empty somehow. It wasn't until he sighted Skulker that he realized he hasn't seen any of the tiny blog ghosts nor the occasional passerby ghosts through his trip.

Luckily or unluckily, Danny quickly spotted someone he knew in the distance. As if called, Skulker turned his head towards Danny, then veered sharply to the left and flew fast in Danny's opposite direction, a first for the self-proclaimed hunter to not hunt his favorite prey. ‘Something's not right and Skulker definitely knows something.’ Danny thought.

Danny quickly chased after him; Skulker could never beat Danny at speed chase even at his best, and he won't be winning today's unplanned race either. “Hey Skulker! What’s going on?” Danny yelled over the gap between them but Skulker gave no reply, diving down deep into the reddish forest ravines of the island below. Not to be deterred, Danny did a quick aerial flip, adjusting his flight angle to follow down Skulker’s path. Danny soon caught up to Skulker and launched him into a nearby rock with sticky ectoplasm to hold him still long enough to talk. Skulker ejected from his metal suit but Danny was faster and caught the real ghost before he can escape.

(Why is Skulker fleeing?)

"Hey Skulker, not hunting me for once?" Danny asked teasingly.

Skulker paled (Danny never knew ghosts can turn pale) and squirmed even more. Danny's smile dropped.

"What’s going on Skulker?" he asked worriedly. “None of the ghosts have appeared in the human world and the Zone looks empty somehow”

Skulker squirmed a bit more but realizing he’s stuck finally said, “Ghost Child, haven’t you ever wondered why the Infinite Realms is never overcrowded?”

Danny frowned, puzzled as to where this leads to. “How is this related to this situation?” Skulker stared at Danny stunned.

“What?” Danny asked, suddenly self-conscious, “-was there something I was supposed to know about?”

Skulker sighed, unconsciously loosening a bit of his tension, “You’re so young. So very young. We Ghosts don’t fade as fast as Newcomers arrive from your world. In the Realms, there's a natural system that keeps the population under control. An ecosystem. There's predator and there's prey. And then there's the Apex Predator. There's a reason why Dark was feared. It wasn't just for his harsh rule. It was because he was the Apex Predator.”

Danny struck at the odd wording, "’Was’? Was that because he got sealed?” Danny paused, “But wait- if he's sealed, he would still be the Apex predator. So how-? Wait. Did I?"

Skulker nodded, "Good you're catching on fast. By defeating Pariah Dark, you have proven to the Realms that you're the best candidate for the Apex Predator. And with the new status comes sets of conducts, one your body instincts know well. You've been culling down the uncontrolled excess from Pariah Dark's sleep quite fast. Your hunger would settle down soon of course once balance has been re-established in the Realms."

“But- How- Wait- What-?” Danny looked down at his hand “Hey Skulker--!” but his hand is bare.

Danny’s lips tasted oddly tangy, energized.

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(Skulker might've slipped out of Danny's slack hand while Danny is in shock. Danny might've bit his lips hard enough to bleed. It's not that hard with his new fangs. But this is just speculation...)

#midnight snack au #danny phantom #dannymay2021 #DP ghost cannibalism #goldpost #Skulker BS'd on the spot and I took it as worldbuilding material #the added last part is the original ending #interpretation of the final ending is now up to you #😏😏😏

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threecrowsinatrenchcoat · 3 years ago

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Plant Your Hope With Good Seeds

Dukeceit Week Day 3: Snakes/Bugs

Remus and Janus break up. But literally everyone knows that's not what they want. Everyone, including their plants.

AO3 Link: [here]

Word Count: 4337

Warnings: n/a

@dukeceitweek <3

Unknown Number

hey so i kno i said i wouldnt text u but rupert isnt doin good. can i bring him back? he misses u

Janus stared at the text for several minutes. Rupert was, of course, the Monstera Variegata that he and Remus had raised together all the way from propagation. It had been one of the pride and joys of their plant collection. Losing Rupert in the split had hurt almost as much as losing Remus.

...Almost.

Janus

Is it getting enough light? Remember it needed the grow light even next to the window.

Janus texted back against his better judgement. He and Remus were broken up. They’d agreed not to text for a while. They’d agreed to give each other space, get used to being apart.

It sucked, though. The apartment felt empty without Remus and half their plant collection.

Unknown Number

ya i kno. but i don’t have any south facign windows here. our place is better

Unknown Number

i mean ur place

Janus sighed morosely. Well, if it was for Rupert…

Janus

Fine. Rupert can come back.

Unknown Number

yay! ill be in town this weekend. ill bring him ok?

Janus

Ok.

And then Janus promptly threw his phone across the room.

Because here’s the thing. Janus and Remus were broken up. Remus had moved eight hours away and everything. He’d been accepted into the Nuclear Engineering graduate program a state away, and they had both heard too many horror stories about long-distance relationships to brother trying. So they’d had a very civil and mutual split. Janus kept the apartment. Remus took the TV. And they’d divided their plant family between them: they each kept their favorites, and Remus had taken the hardier plants, while Janus kept the ones that were likely not to survive an interstate move.

And then… Remus left.

And Janus had not immediately wanted him back. Not at all.

(And, of course, Janus was lying to himself.)

Remus texted him Saturday morning that he was on his way, and Janus spent the first few hours of the wait stress-cleaning. He then checked on every single plant in the apartment. Watered the ones that needed it. Rotated some of the more vivacious growers so that they wouldn’t lean full-body toward their light source. Moved his small army of Sansevierias out to the apartment balcony for some extra sun.

Then, when all that still failed to fill up the entire eight hours of waiting, he started stress-cooking. So by the time Remus texted that he’d just gotten off the highway, Janus had himself a pot of minestrone soup simmering on the stove, a tray of made-from-scratch lasagna in the oven, and was mixing up a batch of double chocolate chip cookies.

There was no way he was going to eat all this food himself, he realized. He was so used to booking big meals like this, because Remus ate like he was three people. And lasagna was his favorite.

“Oh, Jake, what am I doing?” he groaned to the N’Joy Pothos that cascaded down the side of the refrigerator. And then his doorbell rang.

Janus opened the door to find Remus, dancing awkwardly from foot to foot, with his face half-hidden behind the green-and-white leaves of Rupert.

“...Hey,” Remus said, sounding sheepish. Janus’ heart clenched.

“Hi,” he said. They stood there in the doorway for a full minute before Janus stepped back and motioned for Remus to follow. Remus hesitated, but obeyed.

“Uh… I’ll just…” Remus looked around. Janus hated how uncomfortable he looked. Until about two weeks ago, this had been Remus’ apartment, too. “Can I put him in his old spot?”

“Sure,” Janus replied with a nod. Rupert’s old spot had been in the bedroom, where the big, beautiful south-facing window let in a ton of light. He’d moved Venus de Milos, his Marble Queen Pothos, and La Hoya Jackson, the finicky Hoya Carnosa that Remus had wanted but didn’t expect to make the 8-hour drive without going into shock, to free up Rupert’s spot. Remus hesitated again, before he nodded awkwardly and wandered off to the bedroom, all three feet of plant and two gallons of soil in tow. Janus went to the oven and took out the lasagna.

“Howl looks good,” Remus said when he came back into the kitchen. Janus glanced up from where he was laying balls of cookie dough out onto baking sheets.

“Thank you,” he replied. Howl was their dramatic fiddle leaf fig tree, which had decided to throw a fit just before Remus left. “I switched it to a terracotta pot with peat moss and pearlite, and doubled its water intake. It seems to be tolerating it well.”

“Good.” There was a long pause. Then,” How are you?”

Janus looked back to the cookies. “I’m doing well,” he lied. “And you? Do you start class soon?”

“Next week,” Remus answered. “And, uh. Yeah, I’m doin’ good.” Another long pause. “Uh… I’ll just. Head out, I guess.”

“You could stay,” Janus blurted out. Shit. “For dinner, I mean.” He gestured to the tray of lasagna, fresh from the oven. “If you want.”

Remus gave him an uncharacteristically shy smile, then nodded slowly. He didn’t say anything, though, so Janus just gestured for him to take a seat at the table. And then he joined him, a plate of lasagna for each of them.

“So tell me, how’s living with Roman again?” Janus asked, a few bites into the meal, because he could not take the awkward silence a moment longer.

“It’s ok,” Remus answered. He shoveled another forkful of lasagna into his mouth. “This is really good, Jan.”

Janus smiled softly. “Thank you.” A pause. “Roman doesn’t mind all the plants?”

“Nah, he’s dating this guy Patton who apparently loves plants, so the apartment being full of houseplants is a huge plus to him now.”

“Good for him.” The oven timer went off, startling him slightly. He started to get up, but Remus waved him off.

“I got ‘em, you did all the cooking.”

Janus didn’t protest. Remus got up and took the cookies out of the oven. And he even moved them to a cooling rack like Janus had taught him to do. He came back to the table.

“How’s work?”

Janus sighed. “Oh, terrible as always,” he answered. “I really must start looking for a new job.”

“Finally getting fed up?” Remus teased. Janus rolled his eyes. More seriously, Remus continued, “You deserve better, Jan. You gotta find some place that treats you right and pays you what you’re worth.”

“Thank you, Remus.”

“And hey, just sayin’, I still think you’d make an excellent stripper.”

Janus snorted at that. “I haven’t fully ruled out that particular career change.”

They fell easily back into their usual banter, lingering late into the night over a dessert of milk and cookies. It was pushing 10pm when Remus glanced at his phone and cursed softly. Janus glanced at his phone as well.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you so late,” he said. Remus shrugged.

“Nah, it’s cool. Thanks for dinner, Jan. It was real good, as always.”

“Where are you staying?”

“Uh… well, the plan was to stay with Logan, but I guess he had some kind of family emergency, so I don’t wanna trouble him. I’ll probably see if I can find a hotel room.”

Janus’ brow furrowed at that. “Why don’t you just stay here?”

“Oh, uh. I don’t wanna trouble you. I kinda feel like I already overstayed my welcome a bit?”

“Nonsense. A hotel room will cost you at least $100 for the night, and that’s simply ridiculous,” Janus insisted. “You should just stay here.”

Remus worried at his lip, which Janus knew meant he was mulling over his options. Then, he nodded. “If it’s not a bother?”

“Of course not. You’re not a bother, Remus.”

Remus’ eyes softened, and he smiled. “Ok. Thank you. Oh… lemmie go get my overnight back outta my truck.”

When Remus came back inside, Janus had just about finished making up the couch.

“Hey, you don’t gotta get all fancy,” Remus teased. “You know I can sleep basically anywhere.”

“This is for me,” Janus replied. He fluffed up one of the pillows a bit more. “You take the bed.”

An odd look flashed across Remus’ face. “No way, Jan. I’m good on the couch.”

“Remus, you just drove eight hours, and you’re doing it again tomorrow. I am not letting you fuck up your back.”

‘I don’t-”

“Yes you do, no matter how often you say you can sleep anywhere,” Janus scoffed. “You can’t lie to me.”

Remus’ eyes softened, and after a moment, he sighed. “Ok, Jan. But what about you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You hate sleeping on couches.”

“It’s only one night-”

“And don’t you work tomorrow?”

“Yes, but-”

“You’re going to be so grumpy at work without a proper night’s sleep.”

“I’m usually grumpy at work anyway,” Janus pointed out. Remus snorted.

“Ok, that’s true. But I don’t want you to be even grumpier,” he said. “Let’s just share the bed.”

Janus eyed him for a moment. This was a terrible idea. They should not do this.

“Ok,” Janus said anyway.

They got ready for bed in awkward silence, which just made Janus miss Remus’ long, rambling chatter that much more. When Janus finished in the bathroom, he found Remus sitting gingerly on what used to be his side of the bed. Janus came over and sat down on the other side.

“Hey, uh… thanks,” Remus said. “For lettin’ me stay.”

“Of course,” Janus answered. “I… I still think of you as a friend, Remus.”

At that. Remus grimaced slightly. He didn’t say anything, seeming unable to find the right words. Before he could, Janus pulled back the top blankets on the bed and laid down. After a moment, Remus did the same.

“Good night, Remus,” Janus said quietly.

“...Good night, Janus,” Remus answered. Then he reached over and shut off the light.

Remus played that night over and over in his head in the days after he got home, and each and every time, he was just as stumped.

He knew, in his brain, why he and Janus had broken up. It had been the only thing that made sense at the time, when the facts were just that Remus was moving away to pursue a lifelong dream, and Janus would never ever try to stop him from doing so. So they broke up. It made sense… right?

But… That morning, he’d woken up to Janus curled up in his arms, face smushed against Remus’ neck, and… Remus had completely forgotten why they had even broken up in the first place.

Remus was back at Roman’s apartment, now. Eight hours away in his own cold bed, arms empty of the man he loved, just staring at the ceiling. A sharp knock on his door snapped him out of his daze.

“Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty,” Roman called. “Don’t you have class in like an hour?”

“Fuck!” Remus scrambled to get up, but succeeded only in rolling out of the bed.

“Don’t forget to lock the door when you leave,” Roman added. Clearly he was unconcerned by the loud “thump” of a body hitting the floor.

“Yup, got it,” Remus groaned in reply. He staggered, successfully this time, to his feet.

Getting dressed was a rushed affair of ‘grab whatever’s closest,’ and soon he emerged from the bedroom with one shoe on, the other in his hand, and his backpack slung over one shoulder. He rushed into the kitchen to grab the travel mug of coffee Janus always set out for him in the mornings. And then the realization hit: Janus didn’t live here.

Remus dropped his shoe.

The rest of the day went about as well as it could have gone without any coffee- that is to say, terribly. He got lost trying to get to campus, then he got lost again trying to get to class. Then he got stuck in traffic on the way back to Roman’s apartment. And then, to top it all off, the grocery store had been out of his favorite chips.

So here he was, mopey and chip-less, and fucking exhausted. He dumped his backpack and collapsed face-first onto the couch. Roman, who happened to be sitting on said couch, made a noise of protest.

“Move, I need to sulk,” Remus mumbled, though his voice was thoroughly muffled by Roman’s thigh, since that was where his face had landed.

“What on earth do you need to sulk for?” Roman asked incredulously. He moved to shove Remus off of him, but Remus went full ragdoll, and Roman couldn’t do a damn thing. “You are a grown man, you know.”

Remus turned his head just enough to stick his tongue out at Roman. Roman stuck his tongue out back.

“I had a terrible day, I earned a good sulk.”

“Didn’t like your classes?”

“Nah, they were great.”

“Professors?”

“Great.”

“Classmates?”

“Great.”

“Then Zeus Almighty, what are you so mopey-dopey about?” Roman remanded.

Remus squirmed around so he was laying on his back, head still in Roman’s lap, to look up at his brother. “So… uh… you promise not to get all, like. I told you so and shit?”

“You miss Janus!”

“No! I-”

“You do!” Roman crowed triumphantly. Remus rolled onto his side so he didn’t have to look at his brother’s dumb gloaty face.

“...Maybe,” he groaned. Abruptly, he clamored to his feet and started for the stairs. “I gotta go build a chair.”

“Carpentry won’t solve your relationship problems,” Roman called after him.

“I know,” Remus called back. “Wrong type of wood.” If Roman had a response to that, Remus was already out the door and didn’t have to hear it.

Patton found him out in front of the apartment building some time later, a jigsaw in hand, and a pile of cut wooden dowels at his feet.

“Hey, kiddo, what are you up to?”

Remus looked up from where he was balancing a plank of wood precariously across a milk crate, because his work table was one of the things he’d had to leave behind at Janus’ place.

“Oh, hey. Ro-bro’s upstairs.”

Patton gave him the sort of smile teachers gave to the kid they caught eating glue for the fourth time. “That doesn’t look super safe. Do you want any help?”

Remus took in Patton’s soft blue sweater and the dad-jeans from the nicer end of his closet, as well as the reusable grocery store bag that smelled suspiciously like some kind of lovely home-cooked meal; he shook his head. “You look dressed for a date night,” he said. “I don’t wanna fuck up two relationships this week.”

Patton’s eyes, impossibly, got even bigger and softer than they normally were, which honestly was quite the feat. He walked over to the stairs but, instead of making his way up to Roman’s apartment, he plopped down on the third step, facing Remus. Remus stared, bewildered.

“Uh, what’chu doin’ there, pops?”

“Well, it just sounded like you needed to talk,” Patton replied cheerfully. “So here I am.”

Remus stared a moment longer, somehow even more bewildered than before. “Uh…”

“I know I haven’t known you very long,” Patton continued. “But something tells me you’re the type of person who busts out the power tools when you’re upset.”

“How the hell can you tell that?”

Patton glanced over his shoulder, then leaned forward slightly. “Because,” he said, voice lowered conspiratorially. “I’m like that too.”

Remus blinked. “You?”

“Yup! I replaced all the tables and chairs in my house with ones I made myself after my last breakup,” Patton giggled. “Only two of them collapsed when I sat in them, too!”

Remus glanced down at the jigsaw in his hands, and then he sighed. He set it down, and went to sit next to Patton on the steps.

“Ok, well. Yeah, maybe I’m kinda upset.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yeah? No? Maybe?”

“Yup, those are your three options!” Patton teased. Remus rolled his eyes.

“Ok, fine. You win, daddy-o. I’m upset because I miss my boyfriend. Or, well, my ex-boyfriend. I want him to be my boyfriend again.”

“Have you told him that?”

“Of course not,” Remus whined.

“Why not?”

“Because… I mean. It wouldn’t change anything. I still moved away. And I don’t even know if he’d want to be my boyfriend again either. Maybe he’s happier now.”

“You don’t know that,” Patton said gently. “Sure, maybe the circumstances aren’t the best right now, but if you both want it, things have a funny way of working out. But you have to talk to him.”

“I…” Remus paused. And then he sighed deeply. “I guess you’re right. Hey thanks, that did actually sorta help.”

Patton offered him a gentle smile. “Of course, Remus! Any time!”

“Hey!”

They both turned to see Roman standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed.

“My own brother, hogging my boyfriend like this! The betrayal-”

“Relax, Ro, he’s not my type,” Remus shot back. “I prefer sarcastic little menaces.”

Patton giggled at that. He stood up and patted Remus on the shoulder. “I hope things work out,” he said. Remus smiled back.

“Yeah, I hope so too.”

Really, he just wanted Janus to be happy. Ideally with him, but if Janus was happier without him, well… so be it.

- - -

Janus was miserable.

“Dude, c’mon,” Virgil grumbled, immediately upon seeing the state of the apartment. “You’ve been watering your plants and filling the humidifiers, but you can’t be bothered to throw out your gross pizza boxes?” A pause. “Wait, you don’t even like pizza, what the hell.”

Janus just shrugged. After letting Virgil and Logan into the apartment, he’d gone straight back into blanket-burrito-on-the-couch mode. And really, he’d only bothered to get up and let them inside in the first place because Virgil had threatened to axe down the door- and Janus knew for a fact that Virgil owned multiple axes.

“I believe he is engaging in what is described as ‘emotional eating,’ or using food as a coping mechanism in a time of stress and emotional turmoil,” Logan said helpfully. Virgil just huffed.

“That’s fine and all, but Jesus Christ, dude.” He gestured around the livingroom where… ok, yeah, it was a mess.

“Did you two come here just to insult me?” Janus grumbled. His face was half-mashed into a pillow, though, so who knows how much of that was actually discernible.

“We came to make sure you were still alive,” Virgil snapped, indicating that at least most of what Janus had said was discernible. “You weren’t answering any texts.”

“Yes, and you called out of work three days in a row,” Logan added. “We are concerned for you, Janus.”

“I’m perfectly fine,” Janus lied from the comfort of his depression blanket burrito. He was not particularly surprised when neither Virgil or Logan looked even remotely convinced.

“Alright, drastic measure time,” Virgil growled. He walked over to the window, and picked up the young Burgundy Rubber Tree Janus had yet to name. Janus sat bolt upright.

“Virgil? Don’t you dare-”

Virgil walked past him and vanished down the hall. When he came back, his hands were empty, and he had a smirk on his face.

“Oh, fuck you,” Janus hissed. He dragged himself up off the couch to go rescue the poor thing, finding it stashed in the dark, windowless bathroom. When he came back to the livingroom, Virgil and Logan were sprawled across the couch.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Janus set the rubber tree back on the windowsill alongside the Snake Plant Army. “Ok, I’m up. Are you heathens happy now?”

“I take offense to that,” Logan muttered, while Virgil just crossed his arms and said, curtly, “Spill it.”

“Spill what?”

“Why are you so upset?”

“I’m not upset-”

“Falsehood,” Logan interrupted. “I have known you since high school, Janus, and I have never seen you like this before. It is highly alarming.”

“Is this about Remus?” Virgil asked.

“No,” Janus said immediately. “Of course not.”

Virgil and Logan exchanged a Look. Janus groaned.

“Fuck. Ok, fine. Maybe it is.”

“Was that so hard?” Virgil asked.

“Yes.”

“You-”

“Janus,” Logan interrupted Virgil’s retort. “It is my understanding that emotional distress is often alleviated through, as they say, ‘talking it out.’ It is clear you are not handling the break-up as well as you initially believed-”

“Of course I’m not!” Janus snapped. He took a deep breath, and turned back to the plants on his windowsill. Kaa, the Sansevieria Moonshine Remus had gotten for Janus as an anniversary present last year, was already leaning slightly toward the window again. He rotated it, and a few of the other snake plants on the sill. And then he realized the others had been quiet for far too long. He turned to find them both watching him with sympathetic expressions. “What?”

“Keep going,” Virgil prompted. Janus sighed. He felt exhausted.

“Of course I’m not,” he said again. “Because I love Remus.”

“And?” Virgil prompted.

“...And I didn’t want us to break up,” he finished, feeling glum. Wordlessly, Virgil stood up, and approached Janus, arms out. Janus stepped into the embrace. Nobody said anything; Janus didn’t cry, but he stood there for a long time. Then, he stepped back.

“Thank you,” he said, and he meant it. Virgil gave him a small smile. Logan cocked his head, seeming confused.

“I don’t understand. You just… needed a hug?”

“Hugs are great, Logan,” Virgil replied. “You should try them sometime- hey, where are you going?”

Janus strode past them both, beelining for his bedroom to find his laptop. Over his shoulder, he answered, “To fill out some job applications.”

- - -

Remus was outside building a new bookshelf- because Patton was moving in, and Roman's teenie-tiny sad little excuse for a bookshelf, which held only Disney DVDs and no actual books, wouldn’t suffice for all of Patton’s cookbooks- when his phone rang. Which was weird, because nobody ever called him, because he never fucking answered.

“Not interested, Mr. Spam Man,” he crooned over the sound of the generic iPhone ringtone. He was learning how to do kerf bending for this bookcase, and goddamn it he wasn’t going to be distracted by-

His phone started ringing again. He swore and ripped off his gloves to silence his phone. But as he did so, he realized the number flashing across his screen was a familiar one.

“Janus? Are you ok?” he answered the call, half panicked, because Janus hated phone calls almost as much as he did.

“Hi. Yes, everything’s fine.” Janus sounded slightly hysterical, which made Remus feel even more frantic. “Where are you?”

“I’m at Roman’s. Are you sure you’re ok-”

“Great, don’t leave. I’ll be right there.”

“What does that mean-” Remus demanded, but the line was already dead. Remus swore again. He briefly considered calling him back, because what the actual fuck was that all about, but he was only about 30 seconds into that brief consideration before a familiar car tearing through the apartment complex parking lot caught his attention. He quickly brushed as much of the sawdust off his clothes as he could because holy shit Janus had just parked right there in front of Roman’s apartment.

Remus watched, dumbfounded, as Janus scrambled out of his car- dressed in his very nice black suit and pale yellow button-up- and came running across the lawn toward where Remus was working. He had a tiny plant clutched to his chest.

“Uh, Jan, you good?” Remus asked. Janus stopped in front of him and doubled over, breathless, for a few moments. Then, he straightened up, and fixed Remus with a look of sheer determination.

“Remus. I want to get back together.”

Remus’ heart, the traitorous bastard, leaped up into his throat and blocked all his words from coming out.

“It’s… it’s ok if you don’t want that,” Janus continued. His look of determination faltered slightly. “It’s ok. But I needed to tell you. Because I love you, so much. And I… I didn’t want you to think I didn’t, even if you don't-”

Remus found his words abruptly. “Jan, fuck! I do! I do love you. I never stopped loving you. All I want is to be with you.”

Janus’ eyes softened. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Good, because I’ve just been offered a job here.”

Remus choked. Janus was eyeing him smugly. “You. Just like that, you got a job here?”

“Just like that,” Janus grinned. “I just came from the interview. They offered me a position on the spot.”

Remus couldn't help himself any longer. He lurched forward and pulled Janus tightly into his arms.

“Hey, be careful,” Janus said, though he made absolutely no effort to get out of Remus’ embrace. “You’ll crush our new son.”

Remus pulled back just enough to look at the small plant Janus held in his hands, and only then did his brain register what it was.

“Is! Is that-”

“Yes,” Janus replied, holding up the tiny Drosera Capensis seedling. Remus had wanted one of these for ages.

“For me?”

“Well, for us, ideally,” Janus answered, with a shy smile. “But, mostly for you, yes.”

Remus gently plucked the baby octopus plant- their new son!- from Janus’ hands, and placed it carefully on top of the milk crate that was serving as his carpentry workbench. Then, he hoisted Janus up off the ground and spun him around.

“Oh- Re-” Janus exclaimed, though he was laughing. “Put me down!”

“No!” Remus trilled. He spun Janus around once more. Then he just stood there, holding Janus, gazing up at him. Janus’ eyes grew soft. Slowly, he carded his fingers through Remus’ hair.

“Hey,” Janus said.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Remus set Janus down, but kept his arms still wrapped tightly around him. His heart felt warm.

“Hey.”

Janus looked up at him. “Yeah?”

“I love you, too.”

#dukeceit #dukeceitweek #remus sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #kye writes

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neworleansspecial · 3 years ago

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About three months into his arrangement with Buck, Eddie realizes how happy he is.

For one, he's been able to drop his shifts from 60 hours a week down to a part-time 20, and he no longer has to pull overnights or be there longer than 12 hours, which means he has a lot more time to spend with Christopher. Then, there's the deposits in his bank account. Every week, he and Christopher go to the store and stock their fridge and cabinets full of fresh produce and good snacks and everything else they could possibly want. Eddie's started practicing cooking so he can make the two of them real meals, and he packs Christopher a lunch every morning instead of handing him a fiver for the cafeteria. He's no longer behind on his car payments. The dishwasher and AC are fixed.

And all that is only the monetary improvements. Besides those, he's just so much more at ease than he can ever remember being. Sure, he had doms before Buck- he married Shannon, after all- but between their constant fighting, his deployment, and the perils of dating as a single father, he hasn't really been able to drop in years, and certainly not with the same person more than once or twice. Buck takes care of him. He gives Eddie the rules and structure and love that he so desperately needs, coaxing him slowly to a much needed drop, and then cares for him until he's steady enough to go home.

Plus, Buck has quickly become Eddie's best friend. Outside of scenes in Buck's penthouse or office, they often meet for dinner or coffee and talk for hours without ever running out of words. By now, Buck has even come over and met Christopher, proving himself to be great with kids and endlessly kind.

Eddie doesn't remember the last time he was so content, if he ever has been. He's just... happy. Happy with his life, happy with his found family, happy with Buck, and it almost feels like it can't possibly be real. How could he have gotten something this good? Eddie worries, late at night by himself, what's going to happen if things end.

Those thoughts follow him to a dinner date with Buck. The restaurant is really nice (and far out of Eddie's price range), the wine poured by a sommelier, and the candles on the table a pure bright white. Buck looks happy too, he thinks.

"I can hear you thinking," Buck says, taking a sip of his water. "Everything okay? Did Christopher's tuition get raised again, because I can-"

"No, no, his tuition is still the same," Eddie assures. And paid by you, he doesn't add. "I just... I don't know. Things are good, really good, and I'm scared that it's not going to last."

Buck uses this as his cue to take Eddie's hand, lifting it to his lips and brushing a kiss across his knuckles. "I told you, I'm in it for the long haul. When you're ready for a real relationship, I'll be here. And however long it takes until you are, I'll still be right here, making sure you have what you need."

The pure emotion in his voice has Eddie ducking his head. He knows Buck wants to be more, wants them to live together, wants to be able to put a day-collar around Eddie's neck so every dom who passes him on the street knows he's taken. And yes, Eddie wants that too, but it terrifies him. When they first talked about what a real relationship would look like, Buck had laid all the cards on the table. If they give this a go for real, he'd want full submission. It's not uncommon, for doms and subs to live that way, but still less than half of the population do it. It takes a lot of trust. Of course, he knows Buck will still respect his autonomy, his fatherhood, his thoughts and feelings, but he will also expect certain things from Eddie as his sub, and all of that still feels like a little too much pressure for Eddie to handle.

"I need more time."

"I know." Buck nudges Eddie's water toward him, a reminder to drink more than just wine. "There's no rush, I promise. And if you're never ready for that, I promise I'm still not going anywhere."

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #emwrite #nsft #bdsm!au

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dreamescapeswriting · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction || He Forgets Your Birthday

A/N: I wanted to put this out on my birthday lmao as I know how it feels to get your birthday forgotten, but I also want to say I am working my way through my request list!! Happy Birthday to any birthday twins I have!!

Seokjin:

Jin was out on tour so it was no surprise to you that he did forget that it was your birthday, you weren't mad at him and you weren't about to be that girlfriend that caused a fight over something so small and stupid, you spent the day in your shared apartment watching Disney Movies and ordering take out for yourself, logging onto your social media to say thank you to family members who had wished you a happy day over the internet, Jin hadn't noticed anything different over their twitter feed until he saw what Army had trending, #HappyBirthdayY/N!, he groaned at the thought of forgetting something so important and made a plan to make things right, he knew there was no show tonight so he went back to the hotel to get a skype call ready, setting up a meal around the computer with candles, and asking one of the staff members to go and get some balloons for you. Once everything was set up perfectly he called your skype name and waited, you answered after four rings with a smile on your face, the smiling fading as you saw Jin there, he looked tired and he looked like he'd been crying.

"Jin!" You cried out, sitting up and pausing the movie you were on, he smiled sadly as you and you smiled back at him.

"Why aren't you asleep, it's late." You said to him but he ignored you, shaking his head and pointing out the balloons around him.

"I wanted to wish my baby a happy birthday, I know I forgot and I am so sorry, when I'm back from tour we'll go out to a meal, and I'll take you shopping." You chuckled shaking your head at him and took a blanket from the sofa and wrapped it around yourself.

"You're busy Jinnie, I don't blame you for forgetting, but you're here now and that's all I want." You settled back down against the sofa and he smiled at you,

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I love you." He said with a smile, taking his food over to the bed and getting comfy and ready to watch the rest of the movie you were watching before he joined you.

"I miss you Jinnie." You said not tearing your eyes away from the TV, you knew he loved his job and you loved his job, without it you wouldn't have met, but you did miss him,

"We'll fly you out next week, we can spend the weekend together then however long you want to stay." He said with a yawn, you giggled at how tired he was but agreed.

"I'd love that."

Yoongi:

"Happy birthday." Namjoon said as you walked through the halls of the studio building, you smiled at him and hugged him.

"Thanks Joonie." He handed you a gift bag and smiled at you, pointing at the card that was inside and hugging you again, he was in a rush to get back to writing since the comeback was closer than ever.

"Card first, then you can open your gifts." He teased before doing a small jog down the hallway, you continued walking to the genuis stuido and punched in the date for the password, easy enough to remember since it was the day you and Yoongi first met, though he told people it was a random set of numbers. You put the gift bag down on the sofa, and took Yoongi his lunch, he smiled at you and continued creating a beat on his screen, you set it up for him and went over to the sofa to sit down and open the card. Inside almost made you cry, not only had the rest of the boys signed the card but Namjoon had somehow gotten everyone on the staff team to sign it, and even Bang PD had signed the bottom, you smiled and took out the presents, opening them up and making mental notes to thank each of them later. Namjoon had gotten you some new stationary you'd been eyeing up when you went out shopping together, Hoseok had gotten you a new travel mug, Jungkook got you an overnight bag with a note telling you to keep it at the studio with Yoongi's things so you could be comfortable during the late nights, Taehyung got you a new oversized disney hoodie, Jin got you a cook book playfully having a note inside that your cooking was bad, and Jimin had gotten you tickets to your favourite band, you looked up from your phone after sending out a mass thank you text and saw Yoongi staring inside of the card, tears in his eyes.

"Baby I'm so sorry," You frowned at him and he shook his head putting the card down and coming over to your side, you looked at him and he was letting out silent tears, this wasn't like him at all.

"Yoongi?" You questioned concerned as to why he was crying in front of you.

"I forgot your birthday, I'm so sorry." You shook your head, taking hold of his hands and making him look at you, you understood he was busy.

"You're busy Yoongles, I understand." You said trying to comfort him but it wasn't working, he jumped up looking around for his jacket and keys.

"We're going out, now." You stopped him and pointed at the lunch you made him and then at your own on the table.

"Let's just stay here." He nodded in agreement and went to grab the food from his desk, coming back to your side and not moving.

Hoseok:

Hobi was at the studio all day so Mejiwoo was taking you out to go and get a nice lunch together and have a girly day together, you were sitting inside of a small cafe when she took out her phone to take some photos, you were wearing some of her shop's clothes so you posed for her so she could add them later, you loved spending time together with her, she was like a best friend to you which at first you found weird since you were dating her brother but it was nice to talk to someone about Hobi who grew up with him, and you got along really well together. She posted photos of you both together with a happy birthday caption and the fans were going crazy for it, Army knew about you and Hoseok and they supported it since you made him happy.

"Is Hobi taking you out later?" Mejiwoo questioned when she noticed you weren't eating anything, you shook your head and looked at your phone before putting it away.

"I think he forgot, but it's okay. I know how busy he is with the new comeback." You said, taking a piece of cake and eating it.

You walked through the door of your apartment the lights flicked out, Hoseok jumped up from behind the sofa and screamed

"Happy Birthday!" At you, as music played in the background, you smiled at him and went over to hug him, he smiled at you taking your face in his hands and moving the hair from in front of your eyes and bending down to kiss you.

"I'm sorry I forgot and my sister had to tell me I forgot." He said sheepishly, you shook your head at him, you weren't mad at him.

"Can we just cuddle on the sofa and watch movies?" You questioned looking around the apartment, he'd hung up some balloons and had a streamer with your name in the background.

"I love you Hobi but I'm so tired and I know you are too, so let's rest." You said taking his hands and dragging him to the sofa, sitting him down and getting a blanket to cuddle under.

Namjoon:

It didn't bother you that Namjoon had forgotten your birthday, as much as everyone around you was telling you it should be bothering you it just didn't, he was away shooting for Bon Voyage with other things on his mind, you didn't expect him to remember every little thing, he was just one man. They had the comeback coming up soon and you knew he was writing for that as well as shooting for Bon Voyage so you weren't surprised when your birthday had almost passed without a text or call from him.

"If he was my boyfriend, I would be pissed." Your sister said looking over your shoulder as you added a new photo to your Instagram, you'd just put on a picture of your cake, you rolled your eyes at your sister and stood up from the sofa, going to find your coat saying goodbye to your family members and heading back to your shared apartment with Namjoon, stopping at the shop to buy some chocolate for yourself, you were in the mood to just eat chocolate and watch Run episodes since there were some new ones you hadn't seen yet.

"Hobi?" You groaned down the phone, you heard him cheer from down the line and you giggled, sitting up in bed and looking at the digital clock on the nightstand, it was late where they were so you knew they'd probably been drinking together, Hoseok chuckled wishing you a happy birthday before the phone was passed to Jungkook who also screamed it at you, continuing until you heard someone yelling at them to keep it down, you knew that voice anywhere.

"HI BABY!" You screamed down the phone loud enough for him to hear if you weren't on speakerphone, everyone started singing happy birthday and laughing along when it suddenly stopped, everyone went into hushed tones before you heard a door slam and the phone cut out. Two seconds later it rang again, only Namjoon's name was on the screen this time.

"It's your birthday?" He sounded guilty and you hummed laying back down against the pillows, feeling instantly relaxed by the sound of his voice.

"I totally forgot, I am so sorry." You pressed the video call button instead and sat the phone so he could see you, you smiled sleepily at him and he sighed looking at you.

"Baby you're busy, I understand...Besides, you can make it up to me by showing me one of the new songs early." You teased wiggling your eyebrows up and down, he chuckled at you and sighed.

"Get some rest, I'll call you tomorrow and maybe we can discuss an early showing of a song." He teased, wishing you a happy birthday.

"I love you." You both said before ending the call.

Jimin:

You glanced down at the watch on your wrist and then over at the door again, he was either late or forgot that this was happening tonight.

"I'm sorry Miss but we have to give the table up." You nodded and got up from the table, walking behind a waitress who offered to get you a cab home, you sat in the back of the cab trying not to cry, you weren't mad at Jimin for forgetting your birthday but you were a little hurt by it, especially when the meal was his idea you just wanted a quiet night in together so you could spend as much time together before he went back on tour and you went back to work.

"Where have you been?" Jimin asked with a smirk as you walked through the door, dressed in a light pink cocktail dress that was knee-length, he looked you up and down before coming over to you, you moved out of the way making it look like you were going to the bathroom, you stared down at the floor.

"Work meal." You lied going into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you, stripping out of your dress and running the shower, stepping under the hot water and letting it melt your problems away.

"Shit." You heard Jimin yell before the bathroom door open and shut, you knew he was in the bathroom you heard him shuffling out of his clothes before he joined you inside of the shower and kissing your neck, you rolled your head back against his chest and he ran his hands up your body, sighing and kissing your ear.

"I'm sorry, I know it was my idea." You hummed and he span you around to face him, moving your wet hair from your face and kissing you.

"I'll make it up to you, I'll order us some food in and we can have the chill night you wanted in the first place." He promised, you giggled and kissed him again wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you.

"Let's do something else first." You said before dropping to your knees in front of him.

Taehyung:

You woke up and went down the stairs to find Tae with Jungkook they hadn't gone to bed last night you could tell by the energy drinks and empty coffee cups around the living room, you smiled at Jungkook who looked up to see you. Jungkook smiled back at you and pointed over at the gift bag near the kitchen for you, you made a mental note to look at it later and then went over to the front door,

"I've got work, I'll see you later." You said with an extra bounce in your step, you were always in a good mood whenever it was your birthday, it was just the way you were wired. Taehyung looked at the bag that Jungkook had pointed out and frowned, before going back to what they were doing. He didn't know why you were so giddy today but it was cute.

You got home from work and collapsed onto the sofa opposite to Jungkook and Taehyung who were still sat playing video games, you didn't blame them it was their month off and they were going to relax all they could,

"Rough day?" Jungkook asked you, you nodded and rolled onto your back looking up at the ceiling, he chuckled getting up and handing you the gift bag, Taehyung watched as you took out the card when reality hit him and he realised what was happening.

"What is it Hyung, you look like you've seen a ghost," Jungkook said, you sat up as you opened up the gift.

"He forgot my birthday." You said as if it wasn't a big deal but Tae looked like he was about to start crying, you looked up and walked over to him sitting with him on the sofa and leaning your head on his shoulder,

"How?" Jungkook said, you slapped his leg playfully and kissed Tae on the lips.

"Having him home is enough for me," You said as Taehyung relaxed against you,

"I'll make it up to you."

Jungkook

It wasn't a big deal when you woke up to no birthday messages from your birthday Jungkook, he was busy and you weren't a big fan of your birthday you didn't like to be the centre of attention and you didn't want to make a big thing out of something so small like your birthday but it seemed everyone else had remembered, your social media was being flooded by messages from Army and the other members, you put your phone away not wanting to see any of them but sending out a quick thank you before you did so.

Jungkook was practising the new choreography with Jimin when Taehyung walked into the room with gift bags, leaving them with Jungkook's stuff and coming over to both of them.

"How come you haven't tweeted out to Y/N Yet?" Taehyung asked as they both took a break to get some water, Jungkook frowned looking at him and then over at the bags, his eyes widening as soon as he realised what today was, he looked at his phone, his notifications filled with posts he was tagged in, he scrolled through everything seeing fan edits of you and him together and old photos of you as a baby.

"Go home," Jimin said to him, Jungkook rushed out of the room, grabbing the gifts from the boys and heading back to the apartment, trying to think of something he could say to you to make it up to you, but he had no excuses.

"I'm a bad boyfriend." He said as he walked into your arms, you were sat in the kitchen making a drink when he came in and you giggled at him, running your hands through his hair.

"Yes for hugging me when you're sweating, so gross." You groaned trying to push him away but he tightened his grip around you and made you stay with him.

"Kookie, you stink." You whined but he kept hold of you, whispering happy birthday over and over again into your ear, you groaned.

"What can I do to make it up to you." You pushed him away from you and for a second he thought you were mad at him until you started laughing.

"Go and take a shower! Then we can watch some movies or something, Jesus Kookie." You said pushing him towards the bathroom but he put all his weight onto you, causing you to stumble into the table behind you and making him laugh.

"Shower with me, then we will order something in and find some movies." He said to you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

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thesleepiesthufflepuff · 4 years ago

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Nothing More Than That

When Harry woke, the world was silent, the earth covered in a fresh layer of snow. Pale overcast light fell in through the crack in his curtains, highlighting small particles of dust floating through the still air. A blanket of coldness hung over the bedroom, sinking into Harry’s hands and seeping into his spine, and he burrowed further under the covers.

That is, until he remembered that it was New Year’s Day, and New Year’s Day meant going over to the Burrow for a grand lunch that Molly had poured her blood, sweat, and tears into.

With a heavy groan, Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. After a moment he reached over to his nightstand, grabbed his wand, and lazily cast Tempus. Blue numbers appeared in the air, glowing against the early morning light, and revealed that it was eight o’clock. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he peeled back his duvet and slid out of bed, the soles of his feet meeting the icy wooden floor. He padded to the bathroom, relieving himself before wandering to his wardrobe and exchanging his pajamas for a pair of fitted black jeans, a light pink cable knit jumper that complimented his golden brown skin, and canvas high-tops.

Once dressed, he ran a comb through his hair, although his black waves still sat at odd, unusual angles. After a minute or two he gave up, spraying himself with eucalyptus and pine aftershave. Then, giving himself a final once-over, he felt reasonably content and headed in the direction of the kitchen.

He sat in a stupor and drank coffee while the porridge cooked, occasionally casting a glance at the clock hanging on the wall to make sure that he was alright for time. By nine o’clock, he’d chucked on his coat and a matching set of a grey scarf, gloves, and a beanie that Molly had knitted for him several years ago. Then, stuffing his keys and wallet into his satchel, he headed out the door of his flat, down the stairs of the building, and out into the brisk morning.

The sky was heavy with dark clouds, threatening to unleash a new flurry of snow and slush at any moment. This caused Harry to frown, a deep crease settling in between his eyebrows as he made his way towards the nearest Tube station. The path was slick and wet with snow that had fallen overnight, and his shoes were already soaked and uncomfortable. Silently, Harry thanked himself for having been reasonable and putting on a second pair of wool socks over his first.

After hopping on his train, he arrived at his stop thirty minutes later. Weaving his way in between clusters of people on the platform, he made his way up the stairs and onto the street, turning right. Down the road a little ways, he could make out a wooden sign jutting out from one of the shops up ahead, reading Rosemary’s Garden in faded, light green print. He let out a sigh of relief, having found it.

Walking into the shop, he was immediately hit with the sweet, aromatic smell of roses. The right wall was made up of a refrigerator, which was filled to the brim with a variety of flowers. Harry recognized a few, such as baby’s breath, gardenias, and lilies. The rest of the shop was filled with premade floral arrangements and bouquet accessories, all looking rather attractive in the silver light that fell through the broad front window.

Harry looked to the till counter, but there wasn’t a shop employee in sight. However, there was a silver bell sitting on the countertop, which he diligently rang, the tinny sound echoing throughout the shop. He heard shuffling in what must have been the back room, and then a figure all too familiar emerged.

Draco sodding Malfoy. He looked better than he had the last time Harry had seen him, which had been at his trial seven years ago. Malfoy had looked worn then, his skin sallow and taut and a dull look in his pewter colored eyes. Now, though, there was a light about him, as though someone had flipped a switch. His soft, ashy blond hair was cropped just above his ears, shorter than it had been, and the frown lines that had riddled his face were now faded.

As Harry stared at him, he realized with quite a horrible shock that Malfoy was … fit.

Malfoy awkwardly cleared his throat, moving to his position behind the counter. He was clad in a charcoal colored turtleneck and, Harry was quite startled to see, blue jeans. On top of the turtleneck laid a forest green apron with the shop’s name embroidered in loopy gold letters on the chest.

“Potter?” Malfoy asked hesitantly, his voice breaking the deafening silence.

“I―” Harry began, his tongue suddenly feeling dry and far too large, “I didn’t know you worked here. Why … why do you work here?”

“Well,” Malfoy said, his voice weary, “I didn’t exactly have a choice, did I? With the wizarding world casting me into exile, and all.”

Harry was taken aback at his bluntness, and he recoiled slightly. “That makes sense. Do you … like flowers?”

The corners of Malfoy’s mouth turned upwards slightly. “I suppose.”

“Right,” Harry said nervously, looking anywhere but at Malfoy. “Well, I’d like to buy a bouquet of flowers.”

“That’s a bit … generic,” Malfoy said flatly. “Could you be more specific? Type of flower? Size?”

“Oh. Um, well, Molly likes zinnias. Dahlias too, I think. And nothing too fancy. She wouldn’t want that,” Harry said.

“Would you mind if I put some eucalyptus and baby’s breath in the bouquet? Just to break up the dahlias and zinnias,” Malfoy asked.

Harry shrugged. “You’re the florist.”

He swore he could see Malfoy smirk as he set about putting the bouquet together. Meanwhile, Harry wandered around the shop, putting all of his frazzled energy into admiring the different flora.

Ten minutes later, the bouquet was ready. It was filled with bright orange and pink flowers, which paired nicely with the paleness of the eucalyptus leaves and baby’s breath. A cream satin ribbon had been tied neatly around the stems, which were held in place by a plastic bouquet covering. It looked right up Molly’s alley, which made Harry feel thrilled.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” Harry said, digging out his wallet. “How much do I owe you?”

“Sixty pounds even.”

Harry sucked in a sharp breath, not having expected such a steep price, but paid it nonetheless. He’d pay anything to see the smile that he knew would appear on Molly’s face when she saw the bouquet.

As Malfoy printed the receipt, he looked up, an amused look on his face. “So, I saw in the Daily Prophet that you’ve come out as bisexual. Is it true?”

Harry, after briefly choking on his spit, let out a surprised laugh. “Yes. Why?”

“Just wondering,” Malfoy said, handing the receipt to Harry. “I’m gay.”

“Oh,” Harry said lamely, his mind churning. “In that case, how would you feel about dinner sometime this week?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “As in … a date?”

Harry nodded curtly. “A date. You’re rather fit, you know.”

The tips of Malfoy’s ears grew a steady pink, and he shot Harry a soft smile. “You’re not too bad yourself, Potter. Dinner sounds lovely.”

Harry could feel his cheeks burning as he took the bouquet. “Well, thanks for the flowers. Oh, and are you still living at the Manor?”

Draco nodded.

“I’ll send a letter your way with the dinner details,” Harry said, his stomach a mess of nerves and excitement as he wandered towards the door. “Happy New Year’s, by the way.”

Draco grinned, offering him a small wave. “Happy New Year’s, Potter.”

As Harry emerged back onto the bustling path, he thought about how he would have the opportunity to get to know who Malfoy was now, their schoolboy days long forgotten. He wanted nothing more than that.

#4 hours to go here until New Years #but hey! I got impatient!#happy New Years everyone #<3 #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco x harry #Harry x Draco #Drarry fanfiction #Drarry fic recs #my fanfiction #flower shop au #Drarry fluff

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jwillowwolf · 3 years ago

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Magic and Miracles - Chapter 1

Sanders Sides Big Bang fic, Chapter 1!

< Prologue | Next Chapter | Masterlist

Summary: Roman huffed. “Anyone could have done that.”

“Well, if they knew the spells, then yes,” Logan agreed.

“He’s just jealous of the grand show you made of it,” Remus chuckled.

“I am not jealous.”

“Oh, then why are your eyes so green?”

“They’re naturally this colour, idiot.”

“Ah, but not in such a poisonous shade.”

Warning/s: food mention, fantasy racism.

Characters: Logan, Emile, Remy, OCs, Virgil, Roman, Remus, Patton, Janus.

Read on AO3

1 | A Whole New World

Logan had been figuratively buzzing with anticipation ever since Mr Ainmosni had come to the bakery and offered him the chance of a lifetime. Now, one week later, he was about to be picked up for his first day of school. Everleigh had come around to see him off, and Emile had made them both pancakes with Crofters jam for breakfast.

“Do you think you’ll get to meet the prince?” Everleigh asked during their meal.

Logan shrugged. “Probably not. He’s never shown his face in public since he was a kid, after all.”

“Why though.” Everleigh wondered. “He’s the crown prince after all. Aren’t princes supposed to be big public figures or something?”

“Perhaps he hides his identity for the sake of protection. Again, he is the crown prince.” Logan pointed out.

“I guess you have a point there. Ooh, you are going to get to meet some nobles though.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“You’re the first non-noble to qualify for a magic license, so your classmates must be from the nobility.”

“Hmm, that seems most logical. Though I will meet and study with them, I doubt we’ll become friends.”

“Again with the selling-yourself-short! You’re awesome Lo, anyone, noble or otherwise, would be lucky to befriend you. Just don’t go getting yourself a new best friend, okay?”

“I’d never dream of it. But if I’m going to be spending so much time studying, then I hope you’ll consider finding yourself more friends.”

“I’ve got a library full of books, I don’t need more friends than that.”

“Ev…”

“Okay, I’ll socialise, if you do the same on your end.”

“I still don’t think anything will come of it, but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

“Hey, kiddo, did you make sure to pack enough underwear?”

“Dad!” Logan exclaimed in embarrassment while Everleigh snickered at the question.

“I’m being serious, Logan. You don’t want to run out.”

“I am positive that I’ve packed everything I’m going to need.”

“Even your-”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t finish my sentence.”

“I’ve packed clothes, books, hygiene products, spare clothes, and a spare binder.”

“Okay. Don’t forget to take a break from binding every few hours. If I hear anything about you neglecting to do so, then make no mistakes I’ll march over there myself to see that you do.”

“I know. I can take care of myself dad.”

Everleigh snorted. “If it weren’t for us, you’d have probably worked yourself to death.”

Logan looked at her with a you-are-not-helping expression, then turned back to his dad. “I’ll be fine. Besides, Mr Ainmosni is going to be taking care of us.”

Emile frowned. “I don’t doubt that Remy is a good teacher if he’s been put in charge of this, but I feel that he’s not completely… responsible.”

“He definitely fancies you if the constant flirting was any indication,” Everleigh teased.

Logan snickered. “Yeah, you went red as a tomato.”

“Oh shush,” Emile scolded, blushing at even the memory.

“I’ll be okay though, you really don’t have to worry.”

“You know I will either way, but I am proud of you. It feels like just yesterday you two were tiny tots running around the bakery. Now, look at you! A library apprentice and a wizard in training.”

“We have come a pretty long way, haven’t we,” Logan smiled.

Everleigh laughed. “I don’t think I’m anywhere near as accomplished as you.”

“I wouldn’t be where I am without you. How else could I have studied those library books for countless hours without you making sure to keep tabs on them.”

“It’s not like I had much to worry about when you read at the speed of light.”

“I’m going to miss studying there.”

“Well, you’re always welcome to stop by. It’s not like you’re going to the next town over or anything.”

“I suppose. Though I really won’t be able to spend as much time there as before.”

“Don’t go getting homesick already, Lo. I already miss you, but this isn’t a goodbye.”

“Definitely not. I’ll probably visit this weekend.”

“Then I’ll be here Saturday morning to hear all about what you’ve done.”

Logan nodded. He was glad that they would stay friends, even if they could only see each other on weekends. He’d known Everleigh since they were babies after all. Not having her around would be weird.

The bell above the shop door rang and the trio in the kitchen heard Remy call. “I have arrived!”

They went to the bakery and saw Remy standing there in the same outfit as before, however this time he had a strange flask in his hand.

Emile frowned. “What’s that?”

“Midnight elixir. My own special concoction. It’s a touch bitter but really helps if you need an energy boost. Want a try?”

“Oh, uh, no thank you.”

“Woah, are you guys riding in that?” Everleigh gasped when she saw the carriage parked outside.

It was a standard chestnut brown box carriage with white swirls and spirals decorating it all around, and a pair of beautiful cream coloured horses pulling it.

“Yep. Ready to go, Logan?”

Logan nodded. “I just need to grab my bag from upstairs.”

He quickly went and got his suitcase then paused a moment to look around his room. He wouldn’t see it again for a while. Honestly, he’d never been away from home for longer than an overnight stay at Everleigh’s house. The reality of leaving everything he knew behind was both exciting and frightening. He truly didn’t know what to expect at this magic school apart from that he’d learn magic. This was a huge step to take and he wasn’t entirely sure of his readiness anymore.

But when he got downstairs and saw his dad and Everleigh’s proud expressions, he knew that there was no turning back now. He had a goal after all, and this was going to help him achieve it. He wouldn’t freeze up and disappoint them now.

Farewell wishes and goodbye hugs were quickly exchanged, then Logan and Remy got into the carriage and were off. Logan looked out the back window as they drove away from the bakery, out of town, and to the location of the Srednas Magic School.

“Mr Ainmosni-”

“Just Remy, kid.”

“Remy, where exactly is the school?”

“The school is, for now, the Srednas Manor. The Prince wants to have a proper school built, but this first class is only the test run, so to speak.”

“Test run?”

“The council wants to be sure that a school would be a successful idea before the Prince can order a real one to be made.”

Logan nodded. “I suppose that’s why it’s not publicly known.”

“Yeah, getting ideas through the council is a pain, even for royalty. I’m surprised they let you obtain a learners license without too much fuss. Though you should be cautious about any interactions with Councillor Allen. He was not happy when he heard the Prince invited you to his school,” Remy chuckled.

“He wouldn’t really be able to do anything against me, would he?”

“With how you won the favour of his highness and Lady Silvia, not a chance. But you will need to be careful. Now that you’re practising magic, you will be interacting with nobility, and any mistakes made in their world can mean an end to your reputation and career.”

“I don’t know if I would do much socialising.”

“Kid, you are the first-ever wizard to come from a commonwealth household. Nobles are going to find a way to meet you and they’ll either see you as an opportunity or an opponent.”

“Opportunity?”

“You already caught the notice of the Crown Prince. They’ll want to take advantage of that. And at the same time, they might see that as a problem since you’re getting his attention over them.”

“I’ve never even met him.”

“They won’t care. They may even believe you have anyway.”

Logan frowned. “This is going to be harder than I thought.”

Remy nodded. “Yeah, but if you need anything then you can just ask.”

“Does social standing fall under your teaching duties?”

“Nope. But I don’t mind helping people, and honestly, I think that you have something… special. You’re forging a path for others who may want to learn magic themselves. I think that’s worth investing in.”

“So, this isn’t for anything like points with my dad?”

Remy laughed. “While that seems like a benefit, I truly didn’t think of it before you said something.”

Shortly after that conversation, the carriage came to the silver gates of the Srednas Estate. The driveway was paved with white stones and went all the way up to the large manor house which was built of brilliant dark wood and stone bricks. It looked to Logan like a small castle, with even a tower on the left side that stretched high above even the forest trees.

The carriage stopped just outside of the enormous front door, and Logan found himself staring up in awe as he followed Remy out.

“Well, I believe we are the last to arrive. Follow me to the classroom. The others should be waiting there for us.”

Logan followed Remy down the halls. When they finally arrived at their destination, Logan noted that there were seven small desks set in a sort of semi-circle. They were all facing one large desk with a big chalkboard behind it. As Remy had predicted, the other six students already occupied the room.

Two elves were sitting together by the two desks far left, talking about something animatedly to one another. They looked similar, with broad shoulders, long dark curly hair, and almond tanned skin. Their eyes however set them apart from one another, the one on the left having bright green eyes while the others were deep red.

Sitting on the desk of the red-eyed elf was a water sprite with a kind smile. He had a petit build, bright brown eyes and messy blonde hair with small variously coloured flowers braided in. His skin was a peachy hue apart from the blue-green splotches that identified them as being a sprite.

Standing by one of the large windows in the back of the room were two students. One a demi-wolf, the other a Dragonborn. The Dragonborn stood with an air of confidence and superiority. Paired with the scales that covered the right half of their face, they seemed quite intimidating. Their eyes were mismatched, the left one a normal brown while the right one was bright yellow with a black slitted pupil. Their blonde hair was nearly completely hidden by their ivy cap.

In comparison, their demi-human companion seemed rather timid or perhaps on edge, if their body language was anything to go by. Their tail hung low, slowly swinging side to side, and their wolf ears were focused forward, listening intently to the Dragonborn’s words, while their deep brown eyes glanced routinely around the room and out the window.

On the other side of the room, by a bookshelf full of large tomes, stood the last student. He was slender and pale, with black hair that faded into dark purple and hung slightly in his stormy grey eyes. He was leaning with his back against the shelves, eyes focused on the pages of the book in his hands, at least until Remy and Logan had entered. At that moment, the boy looked up through his fringe and focused his stormy eyes on Logan.

For a moment Logan felt frozen. Those eyes seemed to be reading him like a book. Searching his very soul for… something. But the feeling only lasted a moment as the boy looked back down at his book with a thoughtful frown. How peculiar.

“Okay, everyone, take a seat. Preferably at the provided chairs.” Remy said as he turned to take his own seat behind the large desk facing the semi-circle.

The sprite hopped off the elf’s desk and sat at the desk beside them. The Dragonborn took the next seat, and the demi-wolf sat beside them. The boy at the bookshelf returned his book to its place then sat at the desk on the far right. Leaving a seat for Logan between the boy and the demi-human, which he promptly took.

“Alright, class. I don’t expect you to become best friends or anything, but we are a small group so I hope you will at the very least get along with each other. For that, you’ll probably need to know each other, so we’re going to go around and introduce ourselves. I’ll start. I’m your teacher, Remy Ainmosni, my pronouns are he/him, and don’t worry this is not alcohol,” Remy said as he gestured to his flask. “Who wants to go next?”

“Oh, me!” The sprite said excitedly, jumping up. “Hi, I’m Patton Lilyhart, I use he/him, and I’m excited to get to know you all.”

Remy nodded. “I like the energy. Who wants to continue?”

“I shall.” The green-eyed elf declared, standing up from his seat with a confidant and regal air. “My name is Roman Elvar Goldheart Arthur Leafstone, and my pronouns are he/him. I am the eldest son of Lady Leafstone and heir of the Lyrecrest Ilse.”

“An impressive introduction, Roman, but next time you can just say your name is Roman Leafstone, we don’t need your full given name,” Remy commented, then gestured to the other elf. “Your turn.”

The red-eyed elf stood, though she held herself with a more casual air and wrapped an arm around Roman’s shoulders. “Sup, I’m Remus, he/him or she/her, and this is my less-handsome twin.”

“You’re wrinkling my cape,” Roman complained, only to have Remus stick out her tongue at him.

Remy nodded with an amused smile. “Okay, snake eye, you’re up.”

“I am not a snake,” the not-half-snake hissed. “My name is Janus Embyrn, they/them, and I am a Dragonborn.”

“Good for you, snake eye. What about you, Wolfie?” Remy asked, completely ignoring the fiery rage burning in Janus’s eyes.

“My name is Willow, um, Redrunner.”

“Are you sure?” Remus asked. “Cause you don’t seem so confident about that.”

Willow shuffled nervously in their seat. “I- well… you see- uh-”

“Demi-humans don’t use last names,” Logan declared.

Willow nodded gratefully at him. “Yeah, but if needed then we use the name of our pack. I hail from the Redrunner pack and use she/they pronouns.”

Remy nodded then turned his attention to Logan and the stormy eyed boy. “Okay, which of you two wants to go?”

“I’m Virgil Tempest, he/him,” the boy declared.

They all waited a moment for him to say more, but he simply gestured for Logan to go. Logan made a mental note of that and then cleared his throat.

“My name is Logan Picani and I also use he/him pronouns.”

Patton gasped. “Oh my gosh, you’re the star guy! Right?”

“If you are referring to the spells I cast at the license test, then yes that is me.”

Roman huffed. “Anyone could have done that.”

“Well, if they knew the spells, then yes,” Logan agreed.

“He’s just jealous of the grand show you made of it,” Remus chuckled.

“I am not jealous.”

“Oh, then why are your eyes so green?”

“They’re naturally this colour, idiot.”

“Ah, but not in such a poisonous shade.”

“Let’s not fight,” Patton intervened. “You did very well on your presentation Roman.”

“Thank you, Pat, but I am still not and have never been jealous. Especially of a human.”

“Watch your words, elf,” Janus growled. “You wouldn’t want us to think you’re racist.”

Roman glared darkly at them but was interrupted by Remy before he could reply. “Never mind presentations, and races, and titles, none of those things matter here so there’s no need to discuss them. All of you were chosen with equal faith in your abilities as competent mages who could better the kingdom. I hope you can appreciate this opportunity and act civil with each other for the duration of your time here.”

Everyone was silent but Logan could practically see sparks of violent tension between Roman and Janus. They were going to be a problem for each other but with any luck, they wouldn’t pull the rest of the class down with them. Logan doubted he had that much luck, but he hoped anyway.

“Now, the rules are as follows,” Remy continued, ignoring the tense atmosphere. “Firstly, you are to stay on school grounds, unless permitted by myself to leave. Secondly, lessons will take place in the late morning and early afternoon, whatever you do outside of that time is up to you. So long as it doesn’t interfere with classes then I don’t care what you do. You’re old enough to watch yourselves, and I am not a babysitter, so I expect you to keep out of trouble for the most part. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner will be served in the dining hall, food is allowed outside of these hours, but not permitted inside of your rooms. Speaking of your rooms, you may decorate them as you like, but please remember to keep them moderately tidy as the cleaning staff will only come through once a week-”

“Once a week?”

“That’s what I said, Roman.”

“Do you expect our beds to go unmade for that long?”

Remy shrugged. “I would hope you could at least do that for yourselves. You’re not infants after all.”

Roman opened his mouth to protest further but was cut off by Janus. “What food is to be served, exactly?”

“Not sure. You can inquire with the chef for a menu and tell them of any dietary requirements too. If and when you interact with the estate staff, I expect you to be polite and respectful towards them. Any questions?”

“Can we explore the garden?” Patton asked.

Remy smiled. “Yes. The estate is yours to explore, apart from the tower.”

Remus’s eyes shone with curiosity. “What’s in the tower?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with. If that’s all, then I think I ought to show you all to your rooms to get yourselves settled in.”

Remy got up and walked to the door, not waiting to see if anyone followed him. Roman rose in a dignified manner and went after him with Remus walking beside him. Patton practically skipped behind them and Janus followed with their own nonchalant air and Willow beside them. Virgil got up too and looked over to Logan for a split second, almost like he wanted to say something, but decided against it.

It was barely the beginning of his first day and Logan already felt that this was going to be a stressful time. He really had no idea how he was going to navigate interacting with all these people. He didn’t have to do that when he was independently studying before. By accepting this chance he was entering a whole new world.

And he was more than ready to conquer it.

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thelastspeecher · 4 years ago

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Best Revenge AU - Junior

I’m still working on the ficlet in this AU that is Angie-centric and has stuff showing her relationship with Max, her divorce, and when she starts dating Stan. But ever since I decided to create a new kid for this AU, I’ve been unable to stop thinking about said kid. So here, have some origin story for Stanley Junior.

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The front door slammed open. Angie stormed into the living room, where Lute and Stan were waiting for her to come back. After finding out Max had cheated on her, she had immediately gone over to trash his place.

“Feelin’ better?” Lute asked gently. Angie looked at him for a moment, then burst into tears. “Angie?” She ran off.

“What just happened?” Stan asked.

“I don’t rightly know,” Lute said. He chewed on his lip. “Maybe it would be fer the best if you went to talk to her. She might not want to talk to her brother.”

“I’m on it.” Stan got up and went down the hall, coming to a stop in front of Angie’s bedroom. He cautiously opened the door. Angie sat on her bed, her head in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Stan took a seat next to her.

“You all right?” he asked.

“N-no.”

“What’s wrong? I woulda thought you’d be happy after trashing your ex’s house.”

“I prob’ly would be,” Angie said, wiping her tears away, “if I wasn’t…” She took a shuddering breath. “If I wasn’t pregnant.”

“You’re- but we haven’t knocked boots!” It was something Stan was a bit disappointed by, but he was fine with waiting until Angie felt comfortable being intimate. “How could you-”

“It’s Max’s,” Angie whispered. Stan stared at her in horror. “Seems- seems like he got what he wanted. I was ‘bout a week or two along when I left.”

“I thought you were on birth control.” Stan’s eyes widened. “Unless he fucked with your pills.”

“He didn’t know about the pills.”

“Then how-”

“Birth control can fail.”

“Are you- are you gonna keep it?” Stan asked quietly. Angie closed her eyes.

“Nothin’ against folks who decide to- to terminate a pregnancy. It ain’t my business what they do. But I- I can’t do that.”

“You’re keeping it.”

“Yes.” Angie put her head in her hands, sobbing again. “I’m- I’m sorry!”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I love ya so- so much, and ya won’t stay with me.”

“Hold on.” Stan held up a hand. “When did I say that?”

“You-” Angie stared at him, her bright blue eyes filled with tears. “Yer not goin’ to leave me?”

“Nope.”

“But I’m pregnant with another man’s baby.”

“So?” Stan said with a shrug. “Angie, this is the best relationship I’ve ever been in. I’m not gonna throw that away. You mean everything to me.” He reached for Angie’s hand and squeezed. “I don’t want you to go through this alone.”

“But-”

“And…” Stan looked down at the ground. “Honestly? I’ve wanted to be a dad since I was a kid. This just means I’ll be a dad sooner than I thought.”

“You won’t regret it?” Angie asked.

“I’d regret it if I left.” Stan kissed the top of her head. “I’m not going anywhere, Ang.” Angie pulled Stan’s face closer to hers and kissed him sweetly.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“Love you, too.”

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Stan landed in the backyard of Angie and Lute’s house.

“Mind the flowerbed!” Angie called from inside. Stan quickly shut off his flames. “Thank you!” Stan walked in through the back door. “In the kitchen!” He headed for the kitchen. Angie was nervously stirring a pot of something on the stove. Stan walked over to her and kissed the top of her head. “Are ya excited?”

“To meet your parents or to finally get all the baby stuff outta my apartment?” Stan asked. Angie swatted him playfully. The day after Angie told Stan she was pregnant and keeping it, Stan had gone on a bit of a spree, stealing things from numerous baby supply stores. Angie didn’t mind it, but insisted Stan not steal from small mom and pop stores. However, because she had wanted to wait to tell her family about the pregnancy, the baby supplies were stacked up in Stan’s apartment.

“Thank you fer bein’ so flexible on me not tellin’ my folks ‘til now,” she said softly. Stan shrugged.

“You’re the one who’s pregnant. I’m just following your lead.”

“Well, I’m officially in my second trimester, so now’s the time to tell.”

“Are you showing yet?”

“I literally showed ya yesterday. Do ya really think I’d have started showin’ overnight?”

“Well, you gotta get the bump at some point,” Stan said. Angie chuckled. She lifted her shirt to reveal her stomach. It was a bit bigger than before, but didn’t look evidently pregnant. “Nope. Not yet.”

“I ain’t that surprised,” Angie said, lowering her shirt. “I ‘member my Pa sayin’ that my Ma didn’t look pregnant until her third trimester fer all the kids. Well, all of ‘em ‘cept me ‘n Lute, since we were twins.”

“Yeah, you’re pretty small.”

“Doc says that the lil bean ‘ll prob’ly be small, too.” The doorbell rang.

“I got it!” Lute’s voice shouted from somewhere.

“Still can’t believe you managed to keep it secret from him,” Stan whispered to Angie. “Not only is he your twin, you literally live together.”

“Lute’s been walkin’ on eggshells ever since I left Max,” Angie said. She turned off the stove. “He’s very careful to not pry into my personal business, since Max was so controllin’.” Footsteps sounded. The front door opened.

“Ma, Pa!” Lute said happily. “Angie’s in the kitchen. I ain’t sure if Stan’s got here yet or not.” Lute entered the kitchen, a man and woman close behind him. The man looked like a carbon copy of Lute, while the woman looked exactly like Angie, with one major exception.

Angie clearly got her dad’s nose. Wonder if the kid’ll get it, too.

“Angie!” Angie’s parents promptly pulled her away from the stove and into a hug. “Oh, it’s so good to see ya,” her father cooed. Her mother looked Angie up and down.

“I see ya fin’ly put some meat on yer bones,” her mom said. Angie turned red.

“Ma!”

“No, it’s good,” her dad said firmly. “You needed it.” He smiled at her. “You’ve always been so tiny.”

“Maybe it’s ‘cause she ain’t stressed from livin’ with that turd what pretended to be a husband,” Lute groused, leaning against the counter. Angie kneaded her forehead.

“Lute…”

“I’m allowed to call him that.” A sudden melancholy fell over Lute. “He was my best friend long ‘fore he was yer boyfriend.”

“I know.”

“So, are ya goin’ to introduce us to yer new beau?” Mrs. McGucket cooed. Angie grabbed Stan’s hand. He gave her a reassuring squeeze.

“Ma, Pa, this is my boyfriend, Stanley Pines. He works with Lute, but has a day job sellin’ used cars. Stan, these ‘re my parents, Sally ‘n Mearl McGucket.”

“Pleasure to meet ya, son,” Mr. McGucket said, holding out a hand. Stan shook the offered hand, forcing a smile. The two southerners seemed like a regular farmer and his wife, warm and gentle. But Stan knew that Mrs. McGucket was actually the infamous Sirocco, his own mother’s archnemesis, while Mr. McGucket had regularly interfered with local government as the villain Hemlock. “I got to say, I’m glad my lil girl fin’ly found herself a proper villain to date.”

“Pa,” Angie whined. Mr. McGucket chuckled.

“I’m just teasin’, junebug.”

“We’re so happy yer in a good relationship,” Mrs. McGucket gushed. “Ya had a clean break with Max and can start over.” Angie took a deep breath.

“A-about that…” she started. Stan looked at her, surprised.

“You’re gonna tell them now? I thought you were gonna wait until after dinner.”

“No.” Angie took another breath. “I just- I just want to get it over with.” She looked at her parents. “Ma, Pa, I’m pregnant.” Lute slipped from his casual lean, falling to the floor. Mr. and Mrs. McGucket stared at Angie in shock.

“O-oh,” Mrs. McGucket mumbled. Mr. McGucket swallowed.

“Angie, we try not to pass judgement on you ‘n yer siblin’s lives, but you’ve only been datin’ Stan fer a few months. To become pregnant with his child-”

“It’s not Stan’s,” Angie said quickly. Mrs. McGucket covered her mouth, her eyes wide in horror. “It’s Max’s. I didn’t know it, but I was a couple weeks along when I left.”

“Shit,” Lute swore, getting to his feet. His face contorted with rage. “He- he just had to get the last word, didn’t he?”

“Yer keepin’ it?” Mr. McGucket asked softly. Angie nodded. “I see.” He looked at his wife. “Sally?”

“Yes, dear.” Mrs. McGucket took Angie’s hand. “Come with me, sweetling. I need to ask ya a few questions.”

“Okay.” Angie allowed Mrs. McGucket to lead her away. Stan and Lute looked at Mr. McGucket, confused.

“What’s that about?” Stan asked. Mr. McGucket took off his glasses and polished them.

“We were plannin’ on havin’ Sally ask Angie a few questions in private, due to the sensitive nature of her breakup with Max.”

“You mean-” Stan started. Mr. McGucket nodded and put his glasses back on. Lute frowned.

“What?”

“Your mom is asking Angie if her ex-husband beat her,” Stan said flatly. Lute’s jaw dropped. “He didn’t, by the way. Angie’s told me everything that her dick of an ex did to her. Max treated her like she was made of glass and tried to control her near the end, but he didn’t lay a finger on her.”

Except for when he tried to keep her from leaving and grabbed her hard enough to bruise. But Angie had sworn Stan to secrecy in that regard. She knew her family would go scorched earth if they found out, which she didn’t want.

“Stanley, she might still be uncomfortable tellin’ ya somethin’ that she’d feel more comfortable tellin’ her mother,” Mr. McGucket said gently. He glowered. “Especially…”

“What?” Lute asked.

“With this new information ‘bout Max gettin’ her pregnant, we have to consider the possibility that Angie didn’t…” Mr. McGucket closed his eyes. “We need to make sure Angie consented to the events what caused her to get pregnant and that Max didn’t, ah, counteract any attempts Angie made to prevent a pregnancy.” Lute shook his head.

“No, Pa. Max, he- he turned out to be a real poor excuse of a person, but he wouldn’t have done anything like that to Angie. And if he’d even tried, Angie wouldn’t have tolerated it.”

“Hon, yer sister is very strong, but strong people can find themselves strugglin’ in a sit’ation like Angie was in,” Mr. McGucket said. “I also don’t think that Max would have done that to Angie. But we can’t ignore that possibility.”

“It’s smart,” Stan said after a moment. “Gotta cover all your bases.”

“Yes.” Mr. McGucket looked at Stan carefully. “So, yer fine with raisin’ another man’s child?”

“Yep. Angie and I talked it out ages ago.” Stan grinned, glad for the change in topic. “I’ve already started stocking up on stuff for the kid.”

“Yer the one what burgled all those baby stores?” Lute asked. Stan nodded. “Where have ya been puttin’ the stuff?”

“My apartment. But now that you all know, I can finally start moving it here. Thank god. I can barely see my bed.”

“Y’know, if yer goin’ to be with Angie fer the long haul and help her raise her child,” Mr. McGucket said idly, “maybe ya should just move in with her.” Stan stared at him.

“Pa, Angie’s the one who should offer that, not you,” Lute said, rolling his eyes. Mr. McGucket chuckled.

“Yer right, yer right.” He clapped Stan on the shoulder. “Are ya excited to be a dad?” Stan’s grin broadened.

“Yeah. I am. I know it’s gonna be tough and stressful, but I’m looking forward to holding the kid for the first time.” Mr. McGucket beamed.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

“What a coincidence,” Angie said. Stan turned. Angie and her mother had returned. She smiled at Stan. “That’s what I like to hear, too.”

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“It’s a boy!” the doctor said. Stan looked over. The newborn in the doctor’s arms was tiny and covered in body fluids Stan didn’t want to think about. The doctor handed the baby to a nearby nurse.

“Hey, uh, where are you taking him?” Stan asked. Angie chuckled.

“Stanley, relax. They’re just cleanin’ him up,” she said wearily.

“Oh. Right.” Stan grinned at Angie. “Got caught up in the moment.” Angie laughed again.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“Uh…” Stan checked his watch. “Two in the morning.”

“Geez.” Angie yawned. “No wonder I’m so tired. I was in labor fer ten hours.” Angie had gone into labor yesterday afternoon, prompting Stan to call out of the bank job he was supposed to help with. “Is yer hand all right?”

“I’ve had worse,” Stan said. He’d been by Angie’s side throughout the labor, providing his hand for her to squeeze when she had a particularly bad contraction. “So, was this a good labor or-”

“It went about as smoothly as it could,” said the nurse, who had come back with the baby. “Honestly, I haven’t seen a labor and birth this free from complications in a while.”

“Good,” Angie said sleepily. “Is my boy ready?”

“Yes, he is. Here you go. He’s perfectly healthy.” The nurse carefully deposited the baby in Angie’s arms. “I’ll give you three some time to get to know each other.”

“Thank you,” Angie said. The nurse left. Angie carefully parted the folds of the blanket, revealing her son. “He’s so beautiful,” she whispered.

“He’s really tiny,” Stan said. “Are babies always that tiny?”

“Newborns are usually pretty small, but this lil feller is definitely smaller ‘n average,” Angie answered. She stroked her son’s cheek. The baby shifted slightly and opened his eyes. Stan smiled.

“He’s got your peepers.”

“He might not.”

“Uh, he’s got blue eyes.”

“Sometimes, babies are born with blue eyes, only fer the eyes to turn brown later on.” Angie smiled. “He’s got the fam’ly nose, though.”

“And he’s bald.”

“Mm-hmm.” Angie’s eyes slowly closed. “He’s perfect.”

“What are you gonna name him?” Stan asked.

“Shh, later,” Angie mumbled. Stan carefully took the baby from her. He kissed her forehead. Angie smiled.

“Get some sleep. You’ve earned it.”

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“Stanley?” Stan opened his eyes. He looked at the hospital bed. Angie was awake.

“Hey, babe.” Stan stretched. After Angie had fallen asleep, she’d been taken from the delivery room to her own private room. Stan had set up camp in the chair by her bed and fallen asleep. “How are you doing?”

“Less tired.” Angie looked around. “Where’s the baby?”

“I had him go to the nursery so we could both get some sleep.”

“Ah. Smart.”

“They asked what his name was, but I didn’t know what you were planning on, so they just put him down as Baby McGucket.” Stan grinned. “Which, honestly, isn’t half bad of a name.” Angie laughed.

“It wouldn’t be the weirdest name in my fam’ly. But it ain’t the name I’ve got in mind.”

“What is?”

“You’ll see,” Angie said with a grin. Stan chuckled.

“Making me wait. I see how it is.” He stood up. “Be right back, I’ve gotta go pee.”

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When Stan got back to Angie’s hospital room, she was holding the baby. Stan walked over to her bed.

“Yer middle name is Stanford, right?” Angie asked him.

“Uh, yeah. Fuck Pops for doing that to me.”

“Love, there ‘re young ears in hearin’ range,” Angie said gently. “No swearin’ ‘round the baby.”

“…Right.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck. “Why’d you need my middle name? Oh, I was gonna sign the birth certificate.”

“No need. Birth certificate is all done,” Angie said. Stan frowned.

“But who’d you put down as the dad?”

“I left it blank.” Angie looked down at her son in her arms. “I didn’t- I know that yer happy to be raisin’ this lil bean now, but I didn’t want to chain ya to a child what ain’t yours. Just in case.”

“Ang…”

“I don’t want ya to feel trapped,” Angie said quietly. Stan’s eyes widened. He put his arm around her shoulders. “I’ve felt that way. I wouldn’t wish it on someone I love.”

“You’re too good for me,” Stan said. Angie managed a watery chuckle. “If I’m not signing the birth certificate, why’d you need to know my middle name?”

“Well…” Angie smiled. “Hold out yer arms.” Stan did as he was told. Angie carefully handed the baby over. “Meet Stanley Stanford McGucket.”

“Wh-” Stan stared at Angie. “That’s- that’s my name.” Angie nodded. Stan swallowed. “It’s- it’s a good name,” he choked out.

“You’ve been there fer me through all of this. It’s the only name what feels right fer the lil bean.”

“I…” Stan stared down at the baby named after him. “He really is a little bean.” Angie laughed.

“I was thinkin’ we could call him Junior. He ain’t Stan Pines Junior at the moment, but if we get married, he will be. And since yer already named Stan…”

“Yeah, I’d be pretty confused if I heard Lute say he changed Stan’s dirty diaper,” Stan said dryly. Angie laughed again. “You’re in a good mood.”

“I’ve got my two boys with me. How could I not be?” Angie asked. Junior shifted in Stan’s arms. Stan smiled down at him.

“Hey, bud,” he whispered. Junior watched him curiously. “I’m not the one who got your mama pregnant. But I’m the one who’s gonna take care of you. Got it?” Junior giggled. “Good. Glad we’re on the same page.” Stan sat down in the chair he’d slept in, still staring at Junior. “Sweet Moses. I’m- I’m a dad.”

“Only if ya want to be,” Angie said. Stan looked at her.

“I just told Junior that I’m gonna be his dad. He understood. You didn’t?”

“All right, all right,” Angie said, holding her hands up in surrender. “All right. Yer a dad. Yer Junior’s dad.

“Damn straight.”

“Language.”

“Right.” Stan settled back in his chair. “These isn’t the Halloween I had in mind, but-”

“Pardon?”

“Ang, you went into labor yesterday, on October 30th,” Stan said. “Today’s Halloween.” Angie burst into laughter. “What?”

“It’s just- I was born on April Fool’s Day. It feels appropriate fer my son to be born on Halloween.” Stan held up a finger.

“Nuh-uh. Our son was born on Halloween.” He grinned. “I’m gonna throw Junior the best birthday parties.” A comfortable silence fell. “I kinda like how quiet it is right now.”

“Don’t get too used to it,” Angie warned. “My entire fam’ly is headin’ over. It’ll get loud real fast.” The door slammed open.

“Where’s my new nephew?” Lute crowed. Angie looked at Stan.

“See?”

#for reals tho if people are curious about Junior pls send asks #we've come up with a lot of stuff for him already #and I'm eager to share information about him #he is a good boy and precious bean #Best Revenge AU #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Lute McGucket #Pa McGucket #Ma McGucket #McGucket Family #Stangie #Stangie Family #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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xylaes · 4 years ago

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Part 3

Prologue found —> Here Part 1 found –-> Here Part 2 found ---> Here

There had been no word from his new orc friend he had saved a week ago in the Theater of Pain. He knew that asking the man to look for his late wife among the House of the Chosen was a longshot, no doubt he had more important matters to attend to given the turmoil happening all over Maldraxxus. Not to mention that Maldraxxus was a massive land and every House had their members scattered all over; with some even in Oribos and probably in some of the other accessible ‘afterlives’. This was a search Xylaes knew he was going to have to do alone.

The slime-like salve that the orc had given him did wonders for his wounded shin, who knew the Maldraxxians were so crafty? But it was probably best not to question the ingredients. The swelling and the pain had disappeared overnight, and while the bruising was still fairly prominent, it didn’t hinder him in any way. That and he was well accustomed to living and fighting through pain. Needless to say, he was on his feet and back in the arena the following day.

He alternated between observing, fighting, and waiting outside various gates in hopes to get a glimpse of Callia, or even find someone willing to talk to him. A few of the members of her House had, but none were able to give him any useful information. If anything, he had been noticed. He fought alongside the House of the Chosen any chance he could get, and aided them in any way possible. There were a handful of faces he was starting to recognize as regulars, and more importantly, they started to recognize him. His immunity to magic made him an asset in any battle; drawing attention to himself and soaking any magical damage made it so others could more easily focus on the kill.

Today he had decided to to join in on one of the timed free-for-all battles that he had previously been avoiding (for a good reason). Thankfully, since it was timed, they didn’t battle to the last man standing. Those that remained at the end would likely be invited back to participate in some ‘best of the best’ match, and it was Xy’s plan to be there because he was certain that Callia would be there. She would never pass up an opportunity to prove her skills.

He stepped through the massive gate, once again welcomed by the roar of the crowd. It had become a familiar feeling; that rush of adrenaline and giddy anticipation for what was about to happen. He could get used to this. Eyes darted side to side, sizing up those around him as his hand tightened around the grip of his sword. No ranged weapons nor magic was allowed in this particular battle; the up close and personal aspect of it made it a crowd favorite.

When the Grandmaster entered, an eerie silence spread over the entire arena as both audience and combatant awaited the countdown. The simple rules were announced and the sounding of a gong began the ten second countdown which the crowd began to chant in unison. Xylaes scanned the arena as he slowly inhaled.

10….9….8….7….6…

He began to exhale, (5...) but it was cut short (4…) when he caught sight of the partially braided long, white hair on a woman standing about 50 meters away (3…). Was it her? (2…) She had the same build. (1…) Then suddenly, mass chaos ensued. Something warm splashed across his face, snapping him out of that daze to focus on his immediate surroundings just in time to raise his sword in order to deflect an axe that was spiraling its way towards his face.

He had to get to her. “CALLIA!” He bellowed out, although the clash of steel and the screams of fellow combatants was loud enough to drown out everything else. He began to sprint towards the location he had spotted her, occasionally slashing at anyone that dare got in his way. No doubt he looked like an absolute madman, but he had been in Maldraxxus for over three weeks now with absolutely no leads; he wasn’t going to let this ‘maybe’ get away from him, and that surge of hope was the extra boost of adrenaline he needed.

He caught another glimpse of the white hair fanning out among a small pocket of fighters locked in combat. She was in trouble, he had to help. “CALLIA!” Still nothing. Sprinting faster, he unsheathed one of the daggers strapped to his chest and locked his gaze on her. He would recognize her fighting style anywhere, even a decade later. She could handle herself against a small group, but she was about to be overwhelmed and he was so close now. One of the nearby gladiators lunged for her back, but Xylaes was quicker. The dagger in hand was hurled and found its mark in the gladiator’s throat, causing him to crash forward into Callia and nearly knocking her over. She stumbled forward, dispatching another one of her attackers in the process before looking to see the dead gladiator at her feet.

“CALLIA!”

This time she heard him.

Bright, glowing eyes locked with his own for the briefest of moments before she redirected her attention to the surrounding combatants, and he dutifully took his place at her side. This was a dance they knew well despite the years that had passed, and it was executed in perfect unison. It was pure carnage to anyone that got close to them, he would defend her with his life if he had to. He owed her that much and had been prepared to die for years. Luckily for them both, skill won out over numbers.

When the immediate threat was dispatched, he suddenly had no idea what to do. He turned to face her and removed his helmet, awaiting whatever reaction would come next. She finished dislodging her sword from a gladiator’s chest and almost reluctantly turned to meet his gaze. Silence clung heavily to the air between them as they studied each other’s faces; everything happening around them was drowned out by this overwhelming moment. While her expression remained hardened, he could already feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

It had been so long, and the last time he saw her she died in his arms. It was a terrible final memory to have of her. These were emotions that he had stifled for so long, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do in this moment. Hundreds of times before this, he had gone over in his mind all the things he wanted to say to her should this moment ever happen, yet here they were and he couldn’t speak past the sudden tightening in his throat. It had felt like a lifetime passed between the two of them, but in reality it was only a few seconds and she was the first one to break the silence. A hand delicately pressed to his chest as she stepped closer, “My heart.”

The tears finally spilled over at those two little words; words that had been spoken so many times to show the depth of her love. He reached out to cup her cheek, attempting to smile but it didn’t feel like the right expression for this moment. “....My soul…” He responded in a raspy tone.

Before he had the chance to say anything more, her lips crushed greedily against his own and he fervently melted into the moment. Everything was going to be okay. Just as quickly as it started, she ended the kiss and drew back, still clutching a hand against his chest.

The last thing he remembered was her plate-covered fist coming directly towards the center of his face. There was no time to react, and even if there was, he would welcome this fate. He deserved it.

#story #Wyrmrest Accord #wra #xylaes #callia

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honeybearloco · 5 years ago

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― “...Two Favorite Boys.”

title → “...two favorite boys.”

pairing → changmo x female reader.

synopsis → all you wanted was to be a mother, and sadly that was taken away from you.

word count → 2.3k.

trigger warning → mentions of miscarriage.

a/n → i wanted to take a stab at this and i wanted to do something darker to challenge my writing ability. while writing this, i had discussed the topic with my cousin who happened to have a miscarriage because i didn’t want to be uneducated and so completely wrong. i know that there is a difference between every woman. please read with caution and i hope that this isn’t offensive in any way, shape or form !! because there was so much angst, i wanted to include a little bonus scene at the end to balance it out.

“Y/N, I made you something. I know the kitchen is a mess but I wanted to try a recipe I found online for you,” Your husband of five years greeted you with a plate of messily plated food. He placed the plate in front of you with a goofy smile.

You stared down at the plate of food. You knew he did his best but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat it. You gently pushed the plate forward, standing up from your dining room table and walking toward your shared bedroom, your head hanging just below your shoulder.

You gently closed the door to your room, laying back down in bed as you stared into nothingness, getting lost in your deep dark mind.

Changmo sighed, looked down at his plate. He soon followed suit, opening the door to see you laying in bed. He wasted no time to join you, wrapping his arms gently around you.

You turned around in his arms, snuggling in his chest as you broke into a sob. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here. Let it all out.”

You had a miscarriage.

For a few long years, you and Changmo had tried for a baby, only to end up with many unsuccessful attempts. Just when you were about to give up, a miracle had happened.

You were pregnant! You were finally going to be a mother! You could cry tears of joy, and most days you had. You were extra careful, making sure to be safe and not overwork yourself. Most days, you had Changmo by your side to do all th hard stuff and make your pregnancy easier.

But tragedy struck. You lost the baby at 16 weeks, just before you could find out the gender of the little human was growing inside of you. You remembered the night clearly.

You had woke up in the middle of the night. You had felt a trickling liquid down your thighs. You sat up, throwing the duvet off of you and almost passing out at the sight. A small pool of blood on your sheets between your legs. You quickly woke Changmo as he quickly carried you to the emergency room, where you found out you lost your little one. For days you couldn’t eat, you couldn’t sleep, you couldn’t drink. You just wanted to disappear from the place of the earth. After all of these years, you finally got the chance to have a child and it was taken from you overnight. For a while, you believed you were being punished by some all-mighty angry god. ‘Why me?’ You often asked yourself during the little moments you got to yourself. Your cheerful nature had disappeared following the loss of your little one. Changmo had wanted you to follow up and go see someone but you refused, believing you could handle it on your own. Saying phrases like, “I got it, I’m strong” or “I’ll be okay” or even “They wouldn’t want to see me so sad”. But you weren’t that strong, you were sad, which was understandable. No one could blame you for being sad. Changmo had noticed your distant behavior, feeling not only as if he lost his unknown little one but also the woman he married. How the miscarriage affected him was only on the inside, while for you it was proving to be both on the inside and outside. Because of that, he would try to never leave you alone. He always tended to your needs, always checking on you a numerous amount of times throughout the day and night, trying to find things to make you feel better and reassuring you that almost every waking moment of every day there was no one that he loved more than you and he was going to be there for you through everything. He was never going anywhere. He rubbed soothing circles into your back as you cried silently, tears wetting his shirt, “Why?” “I don’t know, they say things happen for a reason. Of course, I know that sounds shitty and I barely believe it myself. But I do believe there is a reason that this happened,” He answered just before continuing, “Though we no longer have our little one, I still love you, I still want to support you and be your work. And if I future allows it, I want children with you.” You looked up to him, rubbing away a few stray tears, “But you heard what the doctor said. If I ever did get pregnant again the exact same thing could happen.” “There are other alternatives that are available, Y/N,” He added. “But I want a child that has my DNA and yours,” You confessed, knowing just how selfish you sounded. He placed his head on the back of your head, pulling you back into his arms. He reached down with his free arm, taking your hand gently into his, intertwining their fingers. “While it may be nice to be able to just have your own kids, there’s also a group of little boys and little girls that are less fortunate and who would love to have a warm and safe home with two loving parents. “You want to adopt?” You asked, making the man shrug his shoulders, “I just want to keep our chances open and I want to be open-minded. I wouldn’t mind adopting a kid, would you?” You simply sniffled, looking far away from his guilt-tripping eyes. You wouldn’t mind it. You had always admired parents who had gone out of their way to adopt and take in children. But you didn’t know if you could truly do that. “Y/N, look at me,” He whispered, placing a finger on the tip of your chin, making you look at him. Tears threatened to leave your eyes as your orbs met his gentle ones. He continued, “If you don’t want to adopt then that’s fine as well. We can try as many times as we can to see if we get lucky again. No matter what happens, I will always be here and love the same and I can promise you that. I love you, Y/N.” “I love you too, Changmo,” you cried, just before capturing his lips in a sad, soft kiss. What he had said sparked a thought in you. It made you think. For the next few months, you thought long and hard. Would you be able to do it? Could you even do it? Is adoption the right option for you? You made several situations inside of your head, ones ranging from good to horrible. What if the child you adopted hated you? What if the child you adopted didn’t want to have that connected relationship with you that a mother and her child often have? It kept you up at night while Changmo had fallen into the world of slumber. That night wasn’t any different. You sat up in your shared bed with Changmo in the middle of the night, replaying scenarios inside of your head of adoption, while Changmo laid next to you half-sleep. He had known you were awake and in deep thought. All he wanted you to do was finally be at peace and be able to relax. “Y/N, lay down. It’s almost 2 in the morning, you need your sleep,” He mumbled tiredly as you turned your head to him. You did as he said, turning your back to him which allowed him to wrap your arms around you, making you the little spoon. He kissed the nape of your neck and hummed. “Changmo, let’s adopt.” His eyes shot open as he sat up. He thought he didn’t hear you right as he was half asleep. You looked over your shoulder at him, repeating it, “Let’s adopt. I thought about it for a lot and I think that I want to adopt a kid.” “Really?” “I was scared to adopt because I didn’t want to bring in another child to fill the void in my heart from the miscarriage. I was also scared because I didn’t think I could replicate the relationship between a biological mother and her biological child have. But now I see, none of that shit matters. And I want to take that next step with you if you are still up for it.” You giggled, muttered to yourself, “If I could really see in here I bet you’re in tears right now.” And you were right, he was in tears. He sniffles silently, “You know I get emotional.” “Of course I do, no one cried as much as you did at the wedding,” You mentioned, leaning up, pressing your lips on his warm ones. “I would love to adopt a child with you, Y/N.” For the next few months, the two of you had done the research, figuring out what you wanted and what was right for you. And you believed you had finally found it. And today for the first time, you and the love of your life would be heading into the foster home that was the closest to you. Changmo helped you out of the car, closing the door behind you. You let out a relieved sigh, seeing as you were here now. ‘I can do this’ You thought to yourself as a small voice knocked you out of your thoughts. You turned your head to the right to see a boy no older than 5 years old, running after a stray cat. You couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he saw. Changmo placed an arm around you as the two of you walked in to be greeted by a kind social worker. The social worker had shown you around, introducing you to child after child. You couldn’t lie, all of them were great and if you could adopt each of them you would. Changmo was focused on bringing home a daughter, knowing how much you had talked about having a daughter even before you got married. But you little boy from earlier had clouded your mind. You wanted to know his name, you wanted to see who he was. Toward the end of the tour, you excused yourself to have a moment alone, leaving Changmo and the social worker to continue to talk. You walked down the hall of the foster home, looking out the window to see the boy from earlier. The other workers had seemed to be too busy to be paying attention to him. Your eyes had widened and your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach as you watch the boy collapse onto the hard pavement of the sidewalk. Without a second thought, you ran outside and to the boy’s side. A string of ‘no’s’ left your mouth as the little boy slowly sat up and revealed the cut on his cheek. Tears had formed in his eyes, as he sniffled. You ducked down next to him, taking the cloth from the sleeve of your jacket and gently wiping away the blood, “Are you okay? You poor thing. Does it hurt? Should we go get a bandaid?” Your soft touch kept him calm, his sad eyes looking into your hopeful ones. You had reminded him much of his birth mother. “What’s your name?” He asked you, ignoring your questions. You gave him a smile, “Y/N. What is yours?” “(Boy’s Name),” He answered. “Nice to meet you, B/N. Come on, let’s go get you a bandaid.” He nodded. You helped him up, taking his small hand into yours, walking him into the home. You found a first aid kit, placing him on the chair, cleaning his cut and placing a bandaid over it. You kissed the cut, “Hopefully that will make it better.” Changmo and the social worker had watched you from across the room. “I can’t believe it. She’s gotten through to B/N. He’s one of our youngest and he’s been here for a little while. We feared he wouldn’t be able to open up to anyone ever again.” Changmo smiled, watching you tend to the young boy, seeing you smile like you hadn’t in months, “We want him.”

( bonus ) “B/N! B/N! KU B/N!” You yelled from down the stairs, finally hearing small feet slowly coming down. You were met with your son in his school uniform, twirling the tie around his neck with a small pout. You quickly rushed over to him, scooping him up in your arms and peppering his face in loving kisses. “MOM~! QUIT IT~!” “You look so cute! You look like a little man! Oh, it’s my baby’s first day of school! I might cry!” Changmo walked down the stairs, keys in hand and baseball cap on his head, “You ready to go, B/N?” “If mom would put me down,” Your son whined. “Honey, don’t squeeze him too tight.” You put your son down, kneeling in front of him as you fixed his tie, “I hope you have a good day at school. I’m so sorry I couldn’t see you off for your first day but I promise I’ll pick you up after school, okay?” B/N nodded. You tapped your cheek with the tip of your finger as B/N kissed where your finger had touched. “Have a good day at school. I love you.” “I love you too.” The little ball of energy, ran toward the front door, waiting for his father. Changmo shook his head at the boy as you stood tall. You opened your mouth to speak only for your husband to cut you off, “Be sure to walk him into the school and make sure he knows his way around before leaving, I got you Y/N. I know, baby. I love you, I’ll see you tonight.” You gave him a quick kiss goodbye, as you watched him take B/N’s hand into his own and walk out of the front door. You couldn’t help but recall the dark time of your life. Finding B/N was like finding light in a dark tunnel. You had a son, he had a home, and finally shared the sacred bond of my mother and her child. It was all worth it. “I don’t know what I would do without them. My two favorite boys.”

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bexterbex · 5 years ago

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 35

Warning, if it hasn’t been obvious in the movies there is Nazi symbolism within the First Order. I will expand on this much more throughout the story. If this is something that bothers you, please just exit the story. The author does not condone any Nazi ideals, this is just for fictional uses only.

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 35: From Sleep to Sleep

You awoke, you still felt like crap, like your sleep did nothing to reset your equilibrium. You didn’t even know why you were getting up today. Kylo was gone and the health committee was finished, unless the lieutenant had some sort of miraculous new task for you, there was nothing for you to do until your tutoring session with the general.

You felt as if gravity was working against you when you tried to get up from the bed, but eventually, you got there. Your limbs felt as if the whole weight of the galaxy was holding you down. But you went through your morning routine but it seemed to take longer than usual because you really didn’t want to go anywhere.

You made your way to the living room and greeted the lieutenant and went through the motions of breakfast. You ordered, it came, and you ate.

“Shall I go over today’s schedule ma’am,” asked the lieutenant putting his coffee down.

“Yes, please.”

“You have nothing on your schedule until your tutoring lesson. It has been requested by the Supreme Leader that you find something to fill your morning. He has arranged for you to have dinner with the allegiant general and Captian Phasma.”

“Captain Phasma is still onboard? I thought she would have left with the Supreme Leader.”

“No, he took Commander Pyre with him.”

“Is there anything in particular that the Supreme Leader has expressed that he would like me to do or did he just leave it as I needed to find something to fill my time?”

“He has expressed that you are not to leave the ship as he has taken the Knights of Ren with him.”

“Is that until he comes back or just this morning?”

“Until tomorrow, he has a special project for you that Captain Phasma will assist you with.”

Great so you were stuck onboard and you were supposed to figure out what to do. It rather frustrated you that he told or messaged the lieutenant things instead of talking to you. All in all, you were rather unhappy with the whole situation. Being left behind with no word on to when he was supposed to be back, no real direction, you were beginning to wonder if this is what the rest of your life was going to look like.

“What do you suggest that I do lieutenant?”

“You could always spend some time on the bridge? Or we could go down to one of the stormtrooper training areas and you could watch them train?”

“Why don’t we watch the ‘troopers I feel like that might be more exciting to watch.”

You then followed the lieutenant to one of the lower levels that you had only been to the day previously. You made your way to a large room where many small groups of ‘troopers were training on various things like hand to hand combat, sparing with staffs, firearm training, and exercises. They were in various states of dress, some in armor, some without, some with a mix depending on what they were doing.

In the middle of the room, you could see the chrome ‘trooper captain herself. She seemed to be observing things as she went. She had an officer next to her making notes on a data pad. You felt a bit sorry for the man as she seemed to be talking fast, barking out orders, and moving quickly around the room, he could barely keep up.

You and the lieutenant set up shop near the ‘troopers doing target practice. You watched as they fired weird colored lights at the targets which then seemed to cause burn marks on the targets, you wondered if this was for target practice or did they not use actual bullets.

“Lieutenant, what are they using to shoot the targets with?”

“Blasters ma’am, they fire intense plasma energy.”

“You don’t use guns? Like rifles?” You had supposed that they still used traditional guns, but since they seemed to be advanced in so many areas, this was different too.

You hadn’t noticed the silver fighting woman come up near you until she spoke, “Slugthrowers are outdated technology, they are only useful against a lightsaber, but even then if the sword wielder is competent enough they are not at all effective.”

“So the ‘trooper army has no use for them,” you ask her.

“No. Unless it is the only thing available in a skirmish. They do not offer much stability to ground forces as they need to be reloaded too often. A blaster should be able to fire at hundreds of targets before needing any sort of maintenance.”

“Will you teach me how to use one?”

At this question the silver captain lifted her head, in a way of approval, before she responded with; “I will have to ask the Supreme Leader if he wishes for you to be trained with a blaster. I do know that he wishes that you are never to need one and that you are always guarded. But I am more of a realist, I think there would be no harm in teaching you how to shoot.” With that, she nodded to you and moved on in her inspection of the floor.

You were there for two shift changes of “trooper training before the lieutenant notified you that it was lunchtime. You were reluctant to leave as that meant that you were closer to your tutoring session, and trying to cram more information into your brain. You and the lieutenant took lunch back in your chambers as you had had enough of being a spectacle for random First Order personnel for one morning. By the time you were finished, you wished you could take a nap, but you had to learn things about your new life.

You met up with the general in your usual conference room. He droned on about some seemingly important aspects of what the Empire did right, but you were not in the mood for a history lesson. You weren’t in the mood to hear anything about the First Order, all you wanted to do was take a nap. He wrapped up, the lieutenant once again sent you word for word notes on the general’s lecture. The general then gave you a farewell greeting for the moment as he was to see you in an hour and a half for dinner.

You went back to your chambers and dismissed the lieutenant for the evening, you felt bad as he had been spending so much time with you the last two days, he hadn’t had time to see whatever friends he had on board. Come to think of it you had yet to speak with your friends in almost a week. You were certain that sometime in the next few days you would beg Phasma to escort you to see them.

Once again when your head hit Kylo’s pillow you dreamed of nothing but nightmares. Ones tinted in red and blue glows, what they meant you hadn’t a clue.

You awoke an hour later, still not feeling anywhere a bit refreshed. You were getting sick of it, but you carried on anyway. You made your way to your bathroom to fix yourself up, your hair was a bit of a mess from sleeping so you tried to put it in place. You went back into your room and noticed that the flowers that had been by your side table all week were now dead and black. You were quite sure they were still beautiful that morning but you carried them to the living room not knowing how to best dispose of them. Figuring that the general or captain might be able to help with that.

You putz around waiting for them to arrive, checking messages on your phone apparently Scott had texted you wondering when you would be back to work, as far as you knew you weren’t going back to work. You were hoping that someone would be able to message the Jerk and tell him you were not coming back to work because you sure as hell weren’t.

After you were done checking various messages the doorbell rang. You went to answer and greeted the general and the blonde woman you now knew to be Captain Phasma. She looked odd in a regular officer’s uniform, you had only seen her in workout gear and her armor, in both she seemed rather natural, but the uniform seems out of place.

They both entered and immediately noticed the dead flowers on the coffee table. “M’lady is there a reason why these are here, has someone sent them to you,” asked the captain.

“Not like this, they were fine the other morning, but they turned black seemingly overnight and I need to get rid of them, but I don’t know how best to do that.”

The general looked puzzled, “I can have someone look into this for you m’lady, there is no reason why they should have turned black.”

That was a bit concerning, you had assumed that it had something to do with the ship, but unfortunately, it seemed like that wasn’t the case.

You made your way to the dining room and you all ordered, the captain and general seemed rather comfortable in each other's presence, like old friends.

“The lieutenant told me that the Supreme Leader has a special project for me and that you are to accompany me. Can you tell me what that special project is, or am I to be surprised tomorrow?”

The captain cocked an eyebrow at you and said with a smirk, “You will find out tomorrow, but I believe your planet has dubbed it as women’s work or something like that.”

Oh, great was he sending you grocery shopping, or were you now to clean his clothes instead of having them sent off. You were not in the mood for something like that.

“The captain has informed me that you were down at the ‘trooper training facilities this morning,” said Hux.

“Yes, I rather enjoyed watching them train. I even asked her to train me to shoot, but she said she would have to ask the Supreme Leader if that is something he would like me to do.”

They both shared an amused look before the captain said, “I think it would do her some good. More benefits than harm, who knows it even help with marital disputes further down the line.”

This caused the general to choke a bit on his drink. He then gave a full belly laugh before saying, “When that day comes I hope that we will have a ship strong enough to handle it. And for me to be somewhere else in the galaxy, I don’t need to be caught in that crossfire.”

You didn’t fully understand the situation, you knew Kylo had something of a temper, but would your relationship come to blows, or in this case blasts? You hoped to never find out.

You decided to change the subject, “So how long have you two known each other?”

“Phasma is my oldest friend, who is still left alive. She is the only person on board that I trust with my life,” said Hux.

“The feeling is mutual, but I will follow orders until my death,” said Phasma.

You could tell that there was definitely a long history between them, you hoped that one day they might feel the same about you. Right now the people on board were ordered to protect you through Kylo, but you were pretty sure none of them cared enough about you to feel the way the general and captain did with each other. You weren’t even sure if there was anyone who felt that way towards you, although you were on a ship full of people, in a galaxy filled with people you felt alone.

The general took the flowers with him on his way out after dinner, you told them you would see them both tomorrow. You made your way to Kylo’s bed and curled up, hoping that a black dreamless sleep would take you.

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