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fangirl--of-everything · 6 years

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Face Painting (Noah Flynn x Reader)

A/N. This is such a silly idea but it was in my head and I decided “screw it, I’m gonna write it”. So yeah. Here you go.

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Word count: ~1600 words

Warnings: immature teenage boys, I think that’s it

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The carnival was in full swing, and crowds of students and families were wandering from booth to booth, giving clubs their money and playing fun and rigged carnival games. (Y/n) had a small line of people in front of her booth, mostly the younger siblings of her classmates, and couples who weren’t interested in the kissing booth two stalls down. The art club was doing a face painting booth, which made sense for them. She was working the booth from 8:30 until 9:30, and so far she had earned forty-five dollars, and she was only halfway through her shift. Things were going well.

She was in the middle of drawing a tiger face on a twelve year old’s face when she felt her clubmate Alyssa nudge her side. “Hang on,” she mumbled quietly, her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth as she finished tracing the last of the tiger stripes. Her friend continued to poke her in the side. She smiled at the little girl sitting in front of her and held up the mirror. “What do you think honey?”

The girl grinned. “I love it!”

“Awesome.” (Y/n) smiled. “Have a great night, enjoy the carnival!” She waved as the girl and her mother walked away. Once they had disappeared into the crowd she looked over at Alyssa, who was grinning and continuing to poke her side incessantly. “Oh my god what is it what do you want?” She laughed.

“Noah Flynn is in line!” Her friend was all but bouncing in her chair. “And Tuppen!”

(Y/n) raised her eyebrows and turned to look at the lineup of people, catching sight of the tall football player and his friend. “What are they doing here?” Her eyes widened when she saw an entire group of football players approaching them. “Alyssa, why are they all heading over here?”

Alyssa shrugged. “Maybe they want their faces painted.”

(Y/n) scoffed. “There’s no way that’s it.”

Her friend shrugged, and they both watched the group of athletes make their way towards the front of the line.

“Ladies,” Tuppen winked. “Flynn here would like to get his face painted.” He slammed his hand into the taller boy’s back, suppressing a laugh.

Noah scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Of course.” Alyssa smiled at the two of them, while (y/n) rolled her eyes behind her friend. “But before I get you settled, would you mind if I ask what you’re all up to?”

Tuppen nodded with a smirk. “Anything for you lovelies.”

“Why are you all here to watch Noah get his face painted?”

“Well,” the broad football player rolled his weight onto his back leg, “Flynn here raised the least amount of money for our team, so we need you to paint this.” He handed (y/n) a piece of paper.

Her eyebrows darted up as she looked at the picture on the piece of paper. “You want me to draw this on Noah’s face?”

All the football players nodded, snickering.

She blinked, pursing her lips and looking down at the drawing in her hands. The boys wanted her to draw a series of penises on Noah’s face. It was juvenile and stupid. “You know this is a school fundraiser right? I can’t draw a bunch of penises.”

“A bunch of penises?!” Noah snapped, grabbing the piece of paper from her hands. “Are you fucking kidding me dumbasses?”

Every one of his friends laughed again.

(Y/n) sighed and shook her head. Teenage boys were idiots. “I’ll come up with something else to draw. Noah, give Alyssa five bucks and then sit down.”

Noah Flynn shrugged and walked towards Alyssa, who was waiting near the money box to take his cash. While he was distracted (y/n) opened the design book, flipped to the page she wanted, and showed it to the football players. “How is this instead of all the dicks?”

They all burst out laughing. “That’s perfect!” Tuppen handed her another ten bucks.

Noah came back and shrugged out of his leather jacket before sitting down. “Let’s get this over with.”

(Y/n) tugged her hair back into a ponytail and grabbed her face paints, sitting down across from Noah. The two of them were in a couple of the same classes, and (y/n)’s younger brother was on the football team, so she and Noah were on a friendly basis. They weren’t particularly close, but they had talked enough that she knew he was at a sports camp over the summer and asked him how it was. They chatted while she got her face paint together.

“Close your eyes and hold still okay?”

He nodded and shut his eyes. “So, how’s your night going?”

“Pretty good.” (Y/n) held his chin with her left hand and brushed a line of paint along his forehead. He tensed. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He smirked, eyes still closed. “Did you get the chance to walk around before you had to start working?”

She shook her head, continuing to draw on his face. Noah’s eyebrows raised, and he cracked one eye open. “Did you?”

“Oh!” She felt her cheeks heat up. “Sorry, no I didn’t. But it’s okay.” She shrugged, then tapped his eyebrow with her brush. “Eyes closed please.”

He stuck his tongue out, closing his eyes again. “You didn’t have anything you wanted to do while you were here?”

“No not really.” She grabbed a different coloured pencil. “I was gonna pick up some kettle corn from my mom, but it’s okay.”

It took her almost thirty minutes to finish drawing, and the two of them chatted the whole time. (Y/n) had forgotten how friendly he was, and how charming. It was a reminder of why so many people had fallen for him over their three years in high school. She had never really found herself crushing on him, in spite of how kind and friendly he was. She wasn’t a big fan of the womanizing jock personality. He was pretty handsome though.

When she finished she couldn’t hold back a smile. “Alright, all done.”

Noah sighed, pursing his lips. “Show me the penises.”

(Y/n) bit her lip, holding back a chuckle. “It’s not penises.”

“Really?” He asked. She held up a mirror, snorting as she watched his eyes widen.

“Tuppen what the fuck?!”

The blond appeared, smacking both his shoulders. “It looks fucking awesome! Time for a picture.”

Noah turned his glare to (y/n), who was unable to suppress a laugh. It was hard to look intimidating when your face was painted to look like a giant rainbow butterfly covered in glitter.

His eyebrows raised, and he smirked. “You think this is funny?”

The entire football team was laughing a few feet away, and (y/n) took a deep breath, suppressing a giggle. “It’s funny Noah.”

“Oh it’s funny?” He asked, the corners of his mouth tightening as he struggled not to laugh himself. “You think it’s funny?”

She nodded, pursing her lips. “Mhmm.”

“You look fucking hilarious Flynn!” One of the other players shouted. “Thanks (y/n).”

Tuppen patted her on the back, hard, and she stumbled forward a step. Ow! Son of a bitch that hurt.

“Hey.” Noah’s playful smile dropped and he tensed, taking a step forward. “Watch it Tuppen.” Somehow he really could look threatening even covered in glitter and pink paint.

The other boy shrugged and walked away, looking unphased. Apparently Noah threatened his teammates frequently enough that it didn’t phase them anymore. (Y/n) watched them walk away, a little concerned.

Noah shifted his weight and turned to look back down at her. “When does your shift end?”

“In half an hour.” (Y/n) studied him. “Why?”

He shrugged. “No reason. See you around.” He waved, and (y/n) watched a little longer than she probably should have before she turned her attention back towards the line.

“I’ll take the next customer over here.”

(Y/n) was just finishing packing up the booth and grabbing her bag when she heard someone coming up behind her. “Sorry, we’re closed.”

“Damn, that’s a shame.” (Y/n) turned to look over her shoulder and saw Noah standing there, bag slung over his shoulder, face still painted. He smirked. “I was hoping you could add some more glitter.”

She laughed. “What are you still doing here?”

He held out a bag of kettle corn. “The kettle corn booth closed fifteen minutes ago, and I was already getting a bag for Lee so...” He shrugged. “Here.”

“Thanks.” She took the bag from him, flashing him another friendly smile and forced down the flurry of butterflies in her stomach.

He scratched the back of his neck and shifted his feet. “Hey, uh, I was wondering if you needed a ride home?”

He eyebrows raised. She hadn’t been expecting that. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but not that. “With you?” She asked stupidly.

He laughed. “Uh, yeah. With me. On my bike.”

She blinked. “Um...”

He bit his lip and took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, forget I said anything.”

“No!” Her eyes widened as the words burst out of her mouth. “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to ask me that. That’s all.”

He raised an eyebrow. “So… do you want a ride?”

She should say no. She knew what people said about girls who ended up on the back of Noah Flynn’s bike. It was his first step to getting into a girl’s pants. But… he was being really nice. And it wasn’t like he was asking her out or anything, he was just offering her a ride. What was the harm?

“Okay,” she nodded. “Yeah I could use a ride home.”

Noah grinned. “Awesome. Follow me.”

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waywardrose13 · 6 years

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The Hunter Diaries- Chapter Ten

Series Masterlist // Rose’s Masterlist

Warnings: None I don’t think. Maybe a little angst?

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester had been your best friends for as long as you could remember. Being Bobby Singer’s adoptive daughter, it was sort of inevitable to know the brothers. You knew you’ve had a crush on the elder brother for a long time, but you always thought nothing would happen between the two of you. You’re not the picture perfect model and you aren’t the image every girl strives to be. But maybe, just maybe, you were wrong, and he would like you too. But could your happy ending be cut short?

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A/N- We’re cutting it down to the wire y’all. Maybe 2-3 more chapters? This chapter is pretty important. Shit is going down guys.

Dean raked a hand through his short cropped hair, a bottle of jack in the other hand and a large book on the table in front of him. You had been gone for nearly three days and the men had no leads on your whereabouts. Sam had to sit by and watch as his older brother went crazy, drinking himself through the day with his nose buried in every lore book he could find, desperately looking for Aamons name within one.

Sam flipped through a spell book across from Dean, his hazel eyes scanning each page carefully. It was an old grimoire, written by a witch in the early 1600’s. Elizabeth Gatton, one of the most powerful green witches that had ever walked the earth, had written down all of her spells in this book. It was easy magic, for it was used with herbs and energies, but the spells worked, and Sam hoped a few of them would be helpful for him.

Sam was desperate. You had been his best friend for as long as he could remember. He loved seeing you and Dean together, yourself and his brother needing love and something good in your lives. He loved you like a sister, and it would kill him if you died.

And then there was Bobby; you’re adoptive father who loved you more than anything. Granted, he loved the Winchester boys as his own. But you were different. You were the sunshine that came into his life after his wife died. You were the one who ultimately brought a smile back to his face. He was the one who held your hand when you got your first surgery. He was the one who watched with a wide smile as you had your first violin solo in your orchestra at age thirteen. He was the one who watched as you got your high school diploma, his gray blue eyes teary as his heart filled with absolute pride. He was the one who watched chick flicks with you and held you as you cried over your first heartbreak. Bobby Singer was the only father you had really ever had, and you were his only child. Just the thought of you in the hands of that evil son of a bitch made him sick to his stomach.

Sam sat with a picture of you in his hand. You were eleven years old then. He smiled at how young you looked. Your plump, rosy cheeks and short cropped, shiny hair stood out against the dullness of Sam’s own features. You were a bright spirit, noticeable in even photographs.

You had gone to live with Bobby a year prior the picture was taken and it was the first day you met the Winchesters. His eyes clouded over as he remembered the events that went down.

You were brushing your short cropped, H/C hair, your young eyes trained on yourself in the mirror. The soft creaks of Bobby’s old house calmed you as you swayed slightly to the song on the radio on your dresser.

“Birdy? Can you come down for a moment?” Bobby called. Your lips twitched at the nickname he began calling you and you set down your hairbrush, bounding down the stairs and into the library.

An unfamiliar man stood in the room. He had brown hair and brown eyes, a starting of a beard dusting his face. The hard look in his eyes made you cringe, and you took Bobby’s hand in your own.

“Who’s this, Bobby?” The man asked, his gravelly voice piercing your ears.

“Y/N,” Bobby answered. He glanced down at you for a moment. “She’s my daughter.”

“Daughter?” Another voice said. A young boy, around thirteen walked into the room then, a sandwich in hand.

“I’m adopted,” You said, all the men looking down at you at the sound of your bell like voice. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N-Singer, pleased to meet you.”

The man smiled. “I’m John Winchester. This here is one of my boys, Sam.” Sam nodded at you and gave a friendly smile, taking another bite of his sandwich, his shaggy hair flopping at the movement.

“And I��m Dean,” Said yet another voice. Dean walked in, a beer and his own sandwich in hand. His green eyes locked on yours, a kind smile quickly spreading on his face. “You’re tiny!”

“You’re just big,” You bit back. Sam sniggered and you earned a smirk from Dean and a nod of approval.

“You got a nice kid here, Bobby,” He said.

“I know.” Bobby squeezed your hand.

“Hey kid, wanna go play outside?” Sam asked. You furrowed your brows and looked up at Bobby.

“Go ahead,” He said. You smiled and took off with Sam hot on your heels.

“So where are your parents?” Sam asked, his stick drawing designs in the dirt. The hot sun beat down on you two, baking the ground and your skin. You took a deep breath and began drawing the petals of your flower.

“They’re dead,” You said. “Bobby took me in. He’s more of a dad then my biological one anyway.”

“He’s a good guy.” Sam nodded. “How old are you?”

“Eleven,” You answered. “You?”

“Fourteen. Dean’s eighteen.”

“Where’s your mom?” You asked.

“Dead.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“‘S okay. I never really knew her.” He shrugged sadly. “How’d your parents die?”

“A demon,” You said. “He was looking for me but found them instead.”

“Oh.”

“How’d your mom die?” You asked.

“A demon set her on fire on the ceiling of my nursery.”

“Oh… Yikes.”

“Yeah.”

“Sammy!” Dean’s voice rang through the junkyard. Sam sighed and got up, you following him. “Sam! Time to go!”

“I gotta run,” Sam said. “Thanks for hanging out with me.”

“Right back at ya,” You said. He gave you a quick hug and jogged over to his brother.

Bobby took a picture of you and Sam when the two of you weren’t paying attention. Your arms were around each other, embracing the blossoming friendship with open arms and warmed hearts.

***

Sam smiled at the memory. He thought you were a neat little kid. You were sarcastic and witty, but kind and gentle at the same time. Every now and again, the Winchesters would roll through town and the brothers became closer to you. He watched you grow, watched as your small crush for his older brother evolved into something much deeper. He had been rooting for you two since you were eighteen.

“I’ve got something,” Bobby said, his voice breaking Sam’s train of thought. The brothers glanced at each other and then got up from their seats, striding over to the older man. The peered over his shoulders, their eyes focusing on the page of the book he was reading.

“What is it?” Dean asked.

“Aamon. He’s a hybrid all right,” Bobby said. He let out a breath and shook his head. “Shoulda seen it coming.”

“Seen what coming?” Sam asked. The boys sat at the table with Bobby, their eyes trained intensely on the man as he began to tell Aamon’s story.

“Aamon is one of the oldest demons to ever live. He was in charge of his own legion in hell’s ‘military’. He’s the only hybrid Demon, which means there’s got to be some flaws to his making. Basically, Aamon’s hybrid side is partially dormant. It’s not at full power. However, there’s a spell that can be casted to awaken the hybrid side, bringing forth its full potential, inevitably leading to Aamon being one of the most powerful beings out there.”

“So, where does Y/N fall into all this?” Sam questioned.

“Well, for the spell to be casted, there are a handful of ingredients needed. For example-” He glanced down at the book- “Sulfur, hellebore, dragon’s blood, claw of a Chimera-”

“A Chimera?” Sam’s eyes widened. “Like, the greek mythological Chimera?”

“Yes, idjit, now can I read please?” Bobby gruffed. Sam slumped in his chair and let Bobby read. “And extracted Angel’s grace from an indirect source.”

“An indirect source?” Sam furrowed his brows.

“Yeah, which basically, it says here, can come from anywhere other that directly from an angel.”

“I still don’t understand where Y/N falls into all this,” Dean said. Sam and Bobby looked at each other, understanding suddenly dawning on the green eyes hunter’s face when he saw the looks his companions gave each other.

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” Dean choked. He felt as though his chest was tightening, fear and anxiety hitting him like a tidal wave as he suddenly felt the walls closing in on him. “She’s got the angel grace? She’s the final ingredient?”

Bobby nodded, a sullen weight falling heavy on all the men’s shoulders. No wonder Aamon had been so desperate to get to her. She was the final ingredient, the final key to unlocking his true powers.

“But there’s something else,” Bobby said.

“Jesus.” Sam dropped his head into his hands, his heart crashing in his chest with pure fear.

Bobby gulped and took a steadying breath, knowing that what he was about to say would be a game changer. He knew that the brothers would do anything to save Y/N, especially Dean, but with what came with Aamon’s spell, Bobby wasn’t sure even the Winchesters could stop him.

So gathering up his courage, he licked his lips and looked up at the boys. “Since hybrids are so rare and the spell is so tedious and powerful, unlocking a hybrid’s other side, allowing it to come to full power, is one of the potential sixty-six seals that could break Lucifer from Hell. If Aamon is successful, it’s not only allowing something incredibly dangerous into the world, but it’s allowing the devil himself one step closer to getting topside.”

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darlingnisi · 6 years

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Some new ones!

CASSANDRA O’NEAL (Keyboardist, 2009-2016)

We were doing a residency at Madison Square Garden in 2011 and we had an aftershow and the late, great Sharon Jones, who opened some of the shows, was playing. We’re watching them and they’re killing it, she’s so dope, Prince is sitting next to me, it’s a party, it’s the cap on a perfect day. Prince had on these leggings and he says (low voice) “You like my pants?” “Yes, they’re gorgeous.” We go back to listening — you didn’t really strike up conversations with him, you just let him lead. Then he says “They’re killing, aren’t they? ” “Oh yes.” “I should give her some money. Do you have any money?” because he didn’t carry cash. I had a $50 bill so I gave it to him and he says “I’ll be right back, save my seat.” So he melts into the crowd, comes back and says “I gave your $50 to Questlove.” “You did? Oh, okay.” So later I run into Quest and we made some smalltalk and I said, “By the way, did Prince give you a $50 bill?” He says [surprised], “Yeah, he did.” And I kinda jokingly said, “He was supposed to do something else with it, can I have it back?” And he said “No, because every time he sees me he always gives me a piece of money and I hang it up on my wall. So this 50 will make $163.25” or some very specific number like that — he really knew how much Prince had given him. He was very nice about it, then he says, “I can’t give you back that 50, but here, you can have this instead,” and gave me a $100 bill!

REBEKAH ALPERIN (Universal Music Publishing/independent consultant, 2002-2004) One time he was playing a stadium in Hong Kong for maybe 15-20,000 people. He ran backstage while the band kept playing, said “Hello Rebekah,” in that deep voice, walked over to this full-length mirror, looked himself up and down and did that funky thing with his head just like in that [2005 Fred Armisen “Saturday Night Live”] “Prince Show” skit and puckered up his lips — like, “I’m Prince!” — and ran back onstage. I fell over laughing when I saw that skit, they had it so perfect.

REBEKAH ALPERIN We were backstage at rehearsal the day before he played the [2004] Grammys with Beyonce, and there were so many acts rehearsing that they had to share space. He suddenly came out of his dressing room and he looked straight at me and said in that low voice, “I’m sharing… a bathroom… with Justin Timberlake.” Nothing against Justin, of course, I just don’t think Prince was expecting to be sharing a bathroom.

SUSAN ROGERS (Engineer, 1983-1987) This is an aside, but at the very last show the crew wanted to play a prank on Prince and lower the penguin down onto the back of the stage when he was taking his long guitar solo during “Purple Rain” and he would be focused on playing and never know. So one of the riggers up in the rafters had a rope around the penguin and was starting to lower it. But you had to be really careful if you were trying to play a practical joke on Prince, because all of a sudden, for some reason, during the solo he started to turn around — I had a headset on, and the guy in the headset is yelling “Abort! Abort! Abort!” and they’re yanking it up into the rafters. I don’t know if Prince ever saw it but he must have noticed something black and white and purple flying upward at the back of the drum riser.

Anyway, by the end of the tour, the photo gallery [of taking Polaroids of people who had fallen asleep and the sleep penguin] was complete except for two people: Prince and me. No one had caught either of us sleeping on the job. We were at Sunset Sound in L.A. finishing an album, it was either [Prince and the Revolution’s] “Around the World in a Day” or Sheila E.’s [“Romance 1600”] album, and Prince had invited some people down to hear it. There weren’t enough chairs, so I sat on the floor. Now, I had been up all night, they’d dimmed the lights and lit the candles, and I’m sitting there and I’ve got my eyes closed, just happy we’ve got the record done, and I hear “Click! Bzzz…” It was Prince and he’d put the penguin on me! I was like “No! No! I wasn’t sleeping! This is fraud!” So I was determined that I was gonna get him.

Sure enough, a little later he’s in the chair, exhausted, listening to music with his eyes closed, and I saw my opportunity. So I came from the back and I’m slowly, slowly pushing that penguin across the floor, and I get it just to the back of his chair and I’m raising my hands to take the picture — and I hear his voice go, “Who do you think you’re gonna get with that?” [Laughter] Nobody got him.

MARC ANTHONY I tried to play a trick on him once. It was the first time he came over to the house, and I wanted to see how tall he really was. My plan was to tell him we have a no-shoes policy in the house so he was gonna have to take off his heels. So I meet him at the car, “Hey it’s great to see you, welcome, but I have to tell you, we don’t allow shoes in the house.” And he said, in that beautiful satiny voice, [drops voice to seductive purr], “Then we’ll talk outside.” [Laughing] He did not go for that. I tried, man!

RAPHAEL SAADIQ We were at the Oakland Coliseum in 1986 with Sheila E., opening up for Lionel Richie [Prince was there for a surprise guest appearance]. I’m from Oakland and I used to sit outside the Coliseum and say “One day I’m gonna play there” — my whole family was in the audience, I was 20 years old, this was my night. Prince had this prayer that he did sometimes before shows, so we say the prayer, the lights go down, everybody goes onstage, but I run back to the dressing room. You remember that line in the “Purple Rain” movie where Prince is holding a puppet saying “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the funkiest of them all?” I run to the mirror and I say it — “Who’s the funkiest of them all?” — and then I hear this voice go, “Is THAT right?” And Prince was sitting in the chair, looking at me! I swear, he appeared like a ghost, he wasn’t in the room when I got there. I screamed — “AAAAAH!” — and ran to the stage. It was the scariest shit ever, bro — that was weird.

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illustratedbydae · 7 years

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Jace Wayland x reader | Angel [ part 2 ]

requested; yes

I hope you like this one; also this is placed before Jace met Clary I suppose, so he is like 16 years old here and the reader is around the same age & this is why in the title it says “ Wayland ” instead of “Herondale” & I’m so sorry for any grammar mistakes that could be here :)

Part One

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“ Wait , you’re saying I could do — that?! ”

Jace smirked looking at Magnus, his warlock friend, “ One day you should be able to. ”

“ This is insane, really. If I knew this back when I — ”

(Y/N) wanted to say “back when I was alone because my father killed himself” but she quickly stopped, not wanting to say such personal information to Magnus; of course he was like her, maybe he could actually understand her, but she just wasn’t sure; Jace knowing was more than enough.

“ — um, when I needed it, it would’ve been great. ”

The both guys noticed her sudden change of mood, Jace knowing that it was because she almost said something about her tragic past, the one she hated with all of her heart.

Magnus, however, didn’t open the subject, instead he continued to explain what a warlock really is.

“ The term ‘warlock’ is mostly used only for men, you’d be called a ‘witch’. ”

She laughed, “ Then I’m glad I wasn’t born at the time when people burned witches alive.”

“ Trust me, that era wasn’t great at all. ”

“ Wait, you lived back then?”

“ If course, biscuit. I’m a warlock since 1600. ”

(Y/N) blinked a few times, not believing such a thing. It was scandalous for her to hear something like that; that guy , who didnt look old at all, was older than her grandma. A lot older.

She sighed, “ So we really are immortal?”

“ Yes, warlocks, also known as Lilith’s Children, are an immortal race of downworlder offsprings of demons and mundanes.”

“ Mundanes?”

“ Humans. ”

“ Oh. ”

(Y/N) analyzed everything that has happened to her; since she jumped from that bridge her whole world was turned upsidedown, she didn’t know who to trust or what to do next. It was like she was completely reborn, into a new person that lived in a damned world. “ At some point in your life , you’ll stop aging. That depends on your warlock parent. ”

“ My warlock parent? You mean the demon — ” she sighed, “ the demon whose blood I have?”

“ Yes, (Y/N). Look, I know this seems strange —”

(Y/N) interrupted Magnus, showing him a fake smile, “ It is strange, Magnus. I think I-I need some air. I’ll be right back.” she said running to the balcony, locking the door behind her.

The recent events were still clear in her mind, but one thought was haunting her; you’re an offspring, you’re devil’s child, there’s no space for you in heaven .

She knew that if all these were true and sadly, they were, then her life was damned. She won’t age, she won’t die, she will stay here and maybe even see the end of the earth and then — when everything will end — she’ll go where people like her went , to hell.

Only the thought terrified (Y/N); she may wanted to end her life, to stop the pain, but now she was thankful for Jace, she was thankful that he saved her; if not she would’ve gone straight to hell, well not really, since she’s immortal but under other circumstances she would have.

Now she knew that she’ll go there anyway, no matter how much she believed in God or no matter how good she would be , (Y/N) was sure there was no “saving her” anymore.

Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, she finally let the pain out. Every bad memory was now coming to her mind and she was crying for everything that happened.

“ I’m so sorry, dad. ” she sobbed, sliding down , her back pressed to the wall; her father was right, she was, indeed, devil’s daughter, demon blood flowing in her veins.

“(y/N)?” Jace’s voice echoed near her

The girl looked at the door, she was sure she had locked it, but now she saw Jace standing at only a few meters away from her, the door wide open.

“ Unlocking rune.” he smirked, holding in his hand an object that looked like a very weird shaped pencil.

(Y/N) wipped her tears away , standing up; she tried to thank Jace for saving her life, but no sound come from her mouth, instead she wrapped her hands around his middle, hugging was always her way of speaking when words failed to.

“ I know this must be hard. ”

This time she laughed, a very sadistic laugh, “ Really? It’s not like my whole life is cursed and I’m basically Satan’s child. ”

“ (Y/N)”, Jace looked at her surprised, he never liked downworlders, but hearing such a beautiful girl as her talk that way about herself made him sad, “ You shouldn’t think that. ”

“ Why not, Jace? You , from what I understood, have angelic blood. I’m the opposite of that. I’m a —”

“ You’re a person that went through hell and back, you’re strong , you’ll get used to this life, you’ll be good. ”

“ — demon. I was going to say that I’m a demon, a monster. That’s what my blood means, right?”

“ Blood won’t define you; your actions will. ”

(Y/N) looked up to him, trying to smile a little, “ I can still be good?”

“ If you want to, of course. There are a lot of warlocks who use their powers to help mundanes, they work in hospitals, they do good, so could you. ” he smiled

(Y/N) tried to picture her life as a nurse, helping people, doing good, but suddenly the smell of blood filled her mind and imagines of needles showed up, making her frown.

“ Actually, I don’t like needles or blood. ”

Jave chuckled , “ Then you’ll find something else —”

“ What if I won’t ? ”

The shadowhunter boy put his hands on her shoulders , making (Y/N) to take a step back, so he could watch her in the eye.

“ Don’t be such a pessimistic person, I’m sure you’ll do just fine. ”

Jace regretted his words shortly after he spoke, because (Y/N)’s expression changed, now he couldn’t read what she was feeling, her face was emotionless.

He knew that she was for a fact alone and like if that wasn’t enough, (Y/N) had a burning hate for herself that wouldn’t just disappear now. Jace remembered when he read some mundane books, focusing on illnesses, there were those “mental illness” and he recognized that (Y/N) might have one of those and Jace knew that these illnesses were the hardest to fight.

“ It must be hard, I suppose, but you have me.” he smiled, “ and Magnus. ”

“ Thank you, Jace. ”

“ No problem, really —”

“ No, I mean thank you for saving me, even though I wouldn’t have died, I appreciate your gesture, so…thanks. ”

Jace gave her an assuring smile as he pulled (Y/N) closer, putting his arms around her body. He placed his chin on top of her head and hugged her tighter; not wanting to ever let her go, now Jace knew (Y/N) needed love and he was more than willing to give her all the world in the world.

#jace herondale x reader #jace wayland #jace lightwood #dominic sherwood x reader #shadowhunters #magnus bane

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It’s a bit late, but here is a Taiwan/Seychelles fic for aph yuri week 2017! Inspired the prompt ‘rain’, set within the canon universe, China briefly features, approx. 1600 words and can be read on AO3 here. No content warnings, just one very minor sex implication and a fair bit of fluff!

Summary: Inconvenient rain, disapproving finance managers, and nagging family members are things which Taiwan would try not to let get to her anyway, but with Seychelles arriving later, nothing can keep her spirits down.

It’s so typical, she thinks to herself as she hurriedly unlocks her door to get inside from the pouring rain, that it would have to rain now of all times!

Granted, it wouldn’t have been so bad if she’d had her umbrella. But she’d managed to leave it behind in rushing straight from work to the store, her thoughts full of beautiful Seychelles and her imminent arrival. She couldn’t have helped her distraction even if she’d tried; she’d been longing for this day for weeks, and was beyond excited now it had finally rolled around. Yet as a result she now looks like a dripping mess, and had wanted to spend time putting the finishing touches to her home and cooking rather than fixing herself up…still, with a bit of luck she’ll look alright by the time Seychelles flies in.

Setting down her groceries and heading in search of a towel, there’s a smile pulling at her lips despite the slight snag in her plans - she just can’t wait to see her! Sure, they keep in touch often, and she’s grateful that technology these days allows them the contact it does, but a webcam just doesn’t compare to seeing her wide beam in person, directed straight at her, and the sparks that warm her whole being when they touch.

Not long to go now!

She changes into a pair of leggings and a casual t-shirt style dress, mind running through what she needs to do - yet now she stops to think for just a moment, she gets the feeling that she may be rushing around due to excited energy rather than actually having things to do. She’s been ready since the day before yesterday, truth be told,and funnily enough perhaps the only place she’s neglected is her guestroom. Her prettiest bed sheets are out on her own bed this time, for there’s no pretence when they visit anymore that they won’t be sharing one together-

Before she can get too lost down that train of thought, her phone buzzes. Wrapping a towel around her head to stop her hair dripping water down her back, she looks at the screen to see it’s only China calling. She decides he can wait, because she’s fairly sure of what he’ll say and how she won’t like the sound of it. It’s not that he doesn’t like Seychelles (and she doesn’t see why anyone wouldn’t), but the idea of her being with someone in general, she suspects. She can really do without the comments and hints that she’s spending too much time with her though, as if she’s neglecting certain responsibilities that their kind has. It’s completely uncalled for, because she would never do such a thing as to ignore her country; even if she wanted to she could never be so careless, and he knows this.

He’s almost as bad as the finance people with their summaries of her ‘expenditures’ – she doesn’t particularly care for an overview of these, let alone a detailed summary that highlights changes and specifically areas of increase, which of course happen to be certain flights to a certain place beginning with ‘S’. They wouldn’t dare comment outright, of course, for she holds at least that much respect. But it still feels an awful lot like judgement and is a complete lack of privacy that she resents. If it wasn’t for the fact that they got such data automatically through account transactions, she wouldn’t be telling them of her purchases at all. She imagines they would love to get hold of her other means of finances too, to have a ‘full picture’ of everything, but she has to put her foot down somewhere!

Anyway, now isn’t the time to get annoyed about this – on the bright side, she’d signed the silly spreadsheet off this morning, along with some other documents requiring her review, and with the exception of quick check-ins from her, it’s been agreed that she’ll be left in peace for the next week and a half.

It will go so quick, she knows it already. Her phone buzzes again and she checks it just in case it’s Seychelles, though she expects she’ll be mid-air right now – it’s China, in message form. You’ve got no time at all in your calendar until next month? You never make time for us anymore!

This is such an exaggeration that her eyes nearly get stuck rolling back in their sockets. It’s also not even true, as she had indeed said they would meet him for lunch one day, but it didn’t suit him. And he’d then had the nerve to grumble that he could never keep up with their chatter anyway, like that was all they did.

Well, yes, she could admit that her and Seychelles did talk a lot, but that’s what happens when she gets along with someone so well. And get along well they do, both being fun-loving and cheery – it’s only natural that they bounce off each other so easily. She loves Seychelles’ company most though for not feeling like she needs to be like this all the time – she never has to try, because that’s simply how Seychelles makes her feel. Happy, at ease; those doubts and worries that creep out at her loneliest hours are banished to the crevices of her mind when Seychelles’ radiant heart is near hers. For the most part, anyway – and should they escape, there’s no need for her to put on a false front. If she has something to get off her chest, Seychelles truly listens, and doesn’t get uncomfortable that she’s not the cheerful girl people always expect her to be for the moment.

She reassures her over what she can, and is there to wait patiently when things aren’t all fine. She is a true friend – well, more than that – to lean on, and she can only hope she provides the same comfort in return.

{“Of course you do”, Seychelles had told her once, as they sat knees touching, watching the sun set over waves rolling in and out over the shore, “I always know you’re here for me, for the good and bad. And you're really here for me - you don’t use me for my islands as a getaway, unlike some I could mention!” And they’d laced their fingers together and squeezed, just a little but still enough to make her heart thump. She'd felt so special; like she was - she would say it - loved].

That was when they were really shifting into the relationship they have now, she remembers, a coy smile dancing across her face, and it’s moments like those she treasures and hopes to experience again and again.

It’s true that Seychelles may not be the first she’s loved, neither nation nor woman, but she’s the one here for her now, and that’s what counts. She will make the most of happiness where it blossoms no matter what others may think.

This in mind, she quickly types back something tongue-in-cheek to China [Bitterness isn’t a fashionable look these days, you know!], but barely two seconds after she hits send there’s a knock at her door.

What now?!

She isn’t expecting any deliveries, and it’s odd because no-one really calls on her here – is it someone in need? The knocking persists, so she goes to answer, and she hopes it’s nothing serious – it is still raining relentlessly, maybe it’s just-

A grinning, though drenched, Seychelles.

“What are you doing here?!” she blurts out without thinking, too shocked and suddenly worried whether she messed up the times, but she was sure she’d said-

“I thought I’d come early and surprise you!” Seychelles beams, “Unless you’ve taken back your invite already?”

She laughs, relieved; of course Seychelles would do something like this, and before she can think any further she pulls her into the doorway and straight into her arms, hugging her tight around her middle.

It’s not the most comfortable embrace they’ve had, as damp as her front now is from Seychelles, but the effect is just as wonderful as she's hugged even tighter back.

“I’ve missed you,” she sighs into Seychelles’ ear, unafraid to admit it out loud.

“Me too.”

Eventually they pull apart, and Seychelles looks at her sheepishly. "Oh look, now I’ve got you all wet! Maybe I should’ve checked the weather before I left the airport, huh?”

“Don’t worry - I got caught in it earlier too!”

“Oh, you mean the ‘fluffy-towel-around-your-hair’ look isn’t a new fashion at your place then?!”

She giggles and sticks out her tongue, striking a fake model’s pose; “Of course, it’s totally the new thing! Don't you like it?”

“Hmm,” Seychelles cocks her head to one side, eyes sparkling, “It certainly looks good on you! You can pull anything off!”

“Oh, you,” she says, unable to suppress a small blush, “first you show up here unexpected, then you shower me with compliments! Aren’t you romantic?”

Seychelles laughs, and it’s a wonderfully light-hearted sound, “The only thing missing was an actual kiss in the rain!”

“You're right, we did miss that one!”

“D'you want to?”

“What?” she says, not sure how serious she's being, “That’s crazy!”

“Come on, you know you want to!”

Seychelles takes her hand - well, why the hell not; together they run back out into the elements, and Seychelles steps close to her, cups her face in her hands, brings their lips together just as she closes her eyes. It's partly from the rain but just as much from the overwhelming warmth that blooms in her chest as they kiss, seamlessly and full of all the longing that’s built up inside her from being apart. Their lips slide together, quite a bit more than usual, but she holds onto Seychelles’ waist and lets the raindrops soak into them, for she couldn’t tear herself away if she’d wanted to.

They probably looked like idiots if anyone could see them, but she didn’t care – with her heart full to bursting, she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.

#and then they realise they've locked themselves out of the house haha #aphyuriweek2017 #taisey #seytai #aph taiwan #aph seychelles #stuff by me #i can be a bit of a sucker for a cliche kiss in the rain :')#my fanfic

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