#Tealeaves 2
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Lavender Tea and Ice Cream Kisses
Part 2 of Tealeaves for Heart and Home: A Malec (HumanAU) A/B/O series about re-finding lost loves and learning to build a family anew.
Part one
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Alec slips out of Magnus’ bed in the blue-grey light of early morning, pressing his scent carefully into Magnus’ pillow. He hopes to be back before Magnus wakes and definitely before Max. Just in case though, he searches until he finds a scrap of paper and writes a short note with his phone number at the bottom.
Magnus
I ducked out to grab a change of clothes and hopefully get the three of us breakfast. I promise to be back before you miss me. If you wake before I’m back, give Max a kiss for me.
Alec
He sets the note right where Magnus will see it, tucks the blanket a little closer to Max and forces himself to leave. He dials his sister quickly as he hurries toward the subway, hoping she won’t be too angry about being woken early.
“Alexander Lightwood you’d better be calling because you need a massive favor.”
“I need a massive favor.”
“You better not have already fucked things up with Magnus.”
He makes an affronted sound and dodges a sleepy kid on a skateboard, “No. I have to rush home to change clothes, I don’t want to spend a whole day with him and Max in a suit and...I need to grab a couple things in case he wants them for...later.”
Izzy makes a delighted sound in his ear, her sleepy grumbles subsiding and he grimaces.
“For his nest you mean? You move quick big brother. What do you need me for? Jace and I already set you out of office for the week.”
Alec decides not to acknowledge her comments and skips to the favor he needs as he starts down the stairs, “I want to grab us breakfast but I won’t have time to do both. Can you please see if the Patisserie near yours can put together some things and bring them to my apartment?”
She sighs, “ You’re not even giving me time to look presentable and Simon’s not even here to do it for me, you definitely owe me.”
“Anything, within reason, you want. Thank you, Iz.”
She makes a noise that’s not exactly nice into the phone and hangs up. He rolls his eyes but he’s smiling as he boards his train.
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“I’ve decided you can make it up to me by giving me details.” Izzy announces without so much as a knock of his door. Not for the first time, Alec wishes he’d thought harder about giving her a key.
“I promise you details, to a point, but not right now. I need to get back to them.” He presses a quick kiss to her cheek and takes the boxes from her, “You made it just in time.”
He’d pulled on his shoes just a moment before. She laughs and tucks a little slip of paper into the front of the top box.
“You’re lucky I’m such a good sibling. I can wait for info but you’d better text me a picture or two of that adorable kid. He is...he’s yours, isn’t he?” She gets a little quiet at the end and Alec pauses where he’s half out the door.
He smiles, soft and big. He tries to tell his heart to slow down but he’s so overwhelmingly happy about the last eighteen hours, “Yeah. Max is mine...he’s amazing, I can definitely send you a picture and...hopefully he can get to know his aunts and uncles soon.”
Izzy’s big eyes sparkle, both with her delight and unshed tears and Alec clears his throat, “Okay, I really have to go.”
She nods and shoos him away.
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Alec had slipped out the backdoor that morning, the thumb lock allowing him to ensure the door locked behind him. That’s a problem now, of course.
He laughs at himself, standing outside of Pandemonium with his boxes of pastries and no way to contact Magnus, since he never got his number. He can’t believe he’s managed to do this.
Before he can really settle into berating himself or resign himself to just sitting on the ground until a reasonable hour to start shouting Magnus’ name, a sound draws his attention. Next to Pandemonium is a stately looking antiques shop and the door swing open to reveal a man dressed, well, a bit like an antique himself. His salt and pepper hair is in a disarray and his beta scent is old books and black tea. He squints at Alec.
“You are Alexander Lightwood.”
It’s not a question but Alec doesn’t know what to do but nod and the man huffs, “Locked yourself out?”
Alec laughs, embarrassed, “I was...overeager about grabbing breakfast. You know Magnus?”
“I should say so, I got that little shit out of his father’s reach when he finally realized his life was worth more than being Asmodeus’ bargaining chip. Catarina told me you’d showed up again yesterday.” The man sounds unbearably fond as he insults Magnus and Alec smiles despite himself.
“My siblings were working on a community outreach project and they heard about his shop. My sister ran up eight flights in her heels to drag me here as soon as they realized. I never…” He feels like he has to justify himself to this man, “I never wanted to leave him. I’ve prayed for his happiness everyday. I’m grateful to you for getting him, getting them, safe.”
The man nods slowly, “I always thought that Magnus had romanticized you in his head...but I can see that maybe he didn’t. I’m Ragnor and if you give me a moment I can get a spare key and let you back-”
“Daddy!”
Alec’s head jerks up, as does Ragnor’s, and his eyes widen in horror.
Max is leaning out of the third floor window, his little body leaned far forward and one little hand waving. Before Alec can do more than choke his name and take a frantic step under his son, strong hands are jerking Max back inside.
He blinks, then lets out a shaky breath and turns to Ragnor who just nods and rushes to get his spare key.
Alec hurries up the stairs, hoping Ragnor locks the door behind him, needing to make sure Magnus is okay after Max’s little stunt.
He hears them before he sees them.
“-because I can fly, Ayah! I’ve been watchin’ the birds and I know how.” Max sounds determined and Alec’s heart clenches.
“Human bones are much heavier than birds, Blueberry, we can’t fly like they can.” Magnus tells him, voice soothing. Alec rounds the corner into the living room then, setting the boxes of their breakfast on the side table. Max turns to him with a big smile.
“It’s okay if I didn’t fly, Daddy would’ve catched me!”
Alec blinks away the hot tears those words summon, Max is already so sure of him. He swears to himself, then and there, to do his best to always catch his son. He locks eyes with Magnus and suddenly the distance between them is unacceptable. He strides to where Magnus is sitting on the floor, holding Max’s little hand, and drops to gather them both into a tight hug.
Max giggles and snuggles in close. Magnus tips his chin to look at Alec with a little, relieved smile and the lingering scent of fear fades with his affection.
“You look very James Dean, darling.”
Alec laughs and shrugs, “I just grabbed anything that wasn’t work clothes. I meant to be back before you were up, but, uh, I didn’t think about the locks.”
Magnus’ brows furrow, “How did you get back in?”
“Ragnor.”
“Ah. Forgot I gave him a key. He was nice?” Magnus demands and Alec nods, pressing a kiss to Max’s curls as he let’s Magnus go.
“Yeah. I have the feeling he was getting ready not to be but, well, I was holding breakfast and telling him thanks for helping you when Max decided to scare us. Not the best moment to grill me.” He pokes Max’s side, “Please don’t hang out of windows, little bat.”
Max nods easily and presses his face into Alec’s neck, “ ‘kay. Did you bring food?”
Magnus rolls his eyes, “Ready to eat everything in the house already. He’s going to be a nightmare as a teenager.”
“Well for now, I brought French pastries.”
Magnus stands up with a little wink, “A man could get used to this Alexander.”
Alec doesn’t have words to answer, finally registering what Magnus is wearing. He’s wrapped in a black silk robe, open over his chest, and with only the faint traces of yesterday's makeup and his hair a mess he’s beautiful.
“Breakfast!” Max crows, wriggling in Alec’s arms and distracting him from Magnus’ gorgeous self, not that his attention has gone unnoticed if the pleased curl of Magnus’ scent can be believed.
Alec let’s him go and pushes to his feet, grabbing the boxes and setting them on the table as Magnus grabs plates. Max climbs into a chair and his eyes are wide as he sees the croissants and danishes that Izzy chose, along with three fruit tarts that Magnus zeroes in on.
“Save me one of those.” He points one perfectly polished finger toward the tarts, “I’m going to make us some tea.”
He hurries back into the kitchen before Alec can protest and he shakes his head, turning to Max.
“What would you like, Max?”
The little boy lifts a hand to his ear, tugging at the lobe as he looks seriously at the food. His little face scrunches as he concentrates and Alec bites his cheek to stop himself from cooing aloud.
“Can I have two, Daddy?”
Alec smiles gently, “I think your Ayah would be okay with that, but let’s start with half of each okay? Which ones?”
Max hesitates, but must find Alec’s answer acceptable because he points to one of the fruit tarts and a pain au chocolat . He grins at his plate as Alec carefully sets half of each treat in front of him. Max smells like pure joy and sweet delight. Alec smiles in sudden understanding, Max smells a little like blueberries under his happiness.
“Lavender tea.” Magnus announces, setting a tea tray down and looking askance at Alec.
“Yes please. Max?”
“Thank you Ayah!”
Magnus hums and pours them all cups while Alec puts a plate together for each of them and the scent of gentle contentment curls around them. He feels light within, like he’s living inside of a perfect moment. He acknowledges but releases the urge to try and hold onto the moment, he’s happy enough just living it right now.
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Magnus thinks his heart might actually be in danger of melting. Alec is crouched next to Max, both of them watching a caterpillar munching away, Alec is whispering and pointing and Max looks amazed. They’ve already been at it for a few minutes but Magnus doesn’t mind.
They're both wearing gray shirts and blue jeans and Alec’s leather jacket is tossed over his shoulder carelessly.
He pulls out his phone and takes a couple pictures, debates sending one to Isabelle (she had stuck her phone number on top of their breakfast with a note for Magnus to text her) and ends up sending one to Cat.
Magnus 11:05a
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I think Alexander is going to be the favorite by the end of the day.
Catarina 11:05a
Please, Max thinks you hung the stars. Be careful.
Magnus frowns a bit at that, but just sends back a smiley face. He understands that his friends are nervous about this, he’s nervous about it. Watching as Alec carefully helps Max hold the caterpillar, grinning, he has to admit he’s not worried about Alec and Max. It’s been clear since the moment Alexander realized that he’s more than willing to be a part of their son's life. Magnus is most worried that Alec’s built up some version of him that the real thing won’t measure up to, he’s worried maybe he’s done the same.
He was so full of hope and certainty the night before, pressed close to Alexander on the balcony, his dream come true. The light of day reminded him, no matter how much he hated it, that they don’t know each other well enough to make a commitment to each other, like… like mating. Max carefully puts the caterpillar back and Alec blows a little raspberry on his arm, making the little boy giggle. Magnus wants this so badly though, it’s an ache he’s ignored for years but with Alexander holding their son’s hand, smiling at him as they come back to the bench he’s been waiting on, he wants.
“There was a bug, Ayah!”
He laughs and takes Max’s other hand, “I saw, did Daddy tell you about it?”
Max nods enthusiastically, “He said it was gonna be a butterfly, he even knew what kind!”
“Did he?” Magnus looks to Alec, teasing. The alpha blushes but laughs helplessly.
“Izzy loves science and I always thought insects were interesting, we were regulars at the butterfly pavilion.”
“Well that is just charming Alexander, but Max, if you want to bring home any bugs, please tell me so I can make Daddy deal with it.” Magnus gave a playful shiver and stuck out his tongue and they both laughed at him.
“I promise.” Max sounds so serious when he says it but a second later he’s tugging both their hands, “Come on! To the park!”
They follow his insistent tugs, sharing fond looks. Technically they’re already in the park, but Max insists that “just plants” isn’t a park so he’s pulling them toward the play area. There are plenty of other kids running around for Max to play with but Magnus knows his routine.
“Swings first?” he asks and Max nods seriously.
“Yes. Push me?”
“Of course.”
Max lets them go to run to the swingset and makes an impatient gesture when he realizes they haven’t both run after him. Magnus rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to Alexander’s cheek, “Duty calls.”
“I’m sure I’m required too.”
Max is now calling out to both of them, looking every inch the demanding five year old and Magnus laughs, “Indeed. Last one to him buys ice cream!”
He hears Alec shout “Hey!” as he takes off running with a wide grin. Max must understand some of what he’s done because he starts laughing and shouting, “Go Ayah!”
Alec beats him by a millisecond but considering he started at a disadvantage it’s impressive and Magnus raises an eyebrow as Max delights in how fast they were running.
“It’s only a little race Alexander.” He says, voice a little lower.
Alec tips his chin, “I may be, just a little bit, competitive.”
Magnus presses his lips together to stop from laughing especially as Max makes an impatient huffing noise between them.
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Eventually Max tires of the swings and joins in some elaborate game a group of children have going that seems to center around the slides. Magnus expects they’ll find a bench to keep an eye on him but Alec plops into a swing with a little hum.
They don’t say much to each other as they swing, but it’s lovely all the same. They move away when another family comes to the swingset, making room and grinning at each other. Alexander wraps an arm around him and they stand, watching Max and chatting quietly.
Alec tells him about Found and how he’s hoping to be able to launch the service by the end of the quarter and Magnus stares at him.
“You’re a good man, Alexander.”
Alec blinks at him and shrugs, “I’m just trying to be better than my parents were. Lightwood & Co is one of the largest holding companies in the country but it has an awful past. There’s a lot for me to make up for. If I can use my position to help people and to make changes to some of the things my parents did it’s my responsibility to do it.”
Magnus kisses his cheek easily, “Exactly. A good man.”
Alec just shakes his head, “What about you? How long have you had the tea shop?”
“Just a tea shop? I’m offended.” Magnus keeps his tone playful enough and Alec just rolls his eyes, nudging him for the answer, “I opened Pandemonium three years ago. Max and I were settled, I had savings and an idea. At first it was just a little online tea shop where I tried to promote information for anyone living in a bad situation, but then my...my father died.”
Magnus watches Max come down a slide, gathering himself for a moment. Alexander squeezes him closer.
“He never removed me from his will, I didn’t want the company and he didn’t leave it to me but, he left me a good deal of his personal wealth. I used some of it to open the shop and donated a lot of it to local shelters and organizations that I work with now. It’s been brick and mortar for two years now. I sell tea, curios, and a safe place. My home is on the third floor but the second is broken into several small suites that I allow people in immediate crisis to stay in. It’s not the type of place someone would look for them and I connect them with services and people who can get them away and get them legal aid.”
“If I’m a good man, you’re a great one Magnus. That’s an amazing thing to do.” Alec shifted so he could hold Magnus against his front, chin resting on his shoulder, “Hopefully I can help.”
“Help?” Magnus’ nose wrinkled, did Alec think Magnus expected his money or name?
Alec hummed, nosing at his jaw a little and Magnus realized his scent had probably sharpened with his uncertainty, “Only if you want. Izzy and Jace stopped by yesterday to ask you about your interest in being part of a community outreach program they pitched to me. Obviously they didn’t get to that when they saw you.”
Magnus relaxed at that, it wasn’t because of who he was, “That sounds like we need to have a business meeting. Isn’t that a conflict, Mr. Lightwood?”
Alec chuckled, his lips brushing Magnus’ cheek as he pressed their faces together, “It would be, except I’m not heading the project, I just signed off on the idea.”
Magnus promises to consider it but they move on from work easily. Alexander doesn’t let him go and Magnus leans into him happily as they watch Max and share stories of their own childhoods. Alec has far more of them, but his parents don’t factor into any of them and Magnus wonders if their lives were all that different.
“Anyways, Jace watched a bunch of stuff about Annie Oakley and begged for a BB gun, which he got because no one ever could tell him no. That was trouble enough, but he showed Izzy Annie’s trick of shooting cards and she thought it was the coolest thing she’d ever seen. They spent all afternoon practicing while I was studying and then they came to get me to show me, but Izzy’s always been….a force of nature and Jace is reckless. They thought it would be the height of spectacle for Jace to throw the card in front of me and Izzy would shoot it out of the air.”
Magnus gasps at the story, “They didn’t.”
Alec nods seriously, chin bobbing against Magnus’ shoulder, “They did. I was sort of proud because Izzy did put a hole straight through the middle, but my eyebrow was on the other side. I knew I was fine but I let them panic a little at all the blood because I thought they might learn their lesson that way.”
“And did they?” Magnus leans to look at Alec’s amused expression.
“Yes and no. Izzy’s an expert marksman, she keeps her carry license up to date and Jace refuses to even touch a paintball gun without a full safety check for everyone involved. He was an EMT for a couple of years too.”
“So they figured the lesson was to get better at it, not stop?”
Alec makes a face, “Yeah. Family trait I’m afraid.”
Magnus thinks about every time he was caught sneaking out and all the loopholes he exploited in his father’s rules and sighs.
“Max is going to be a terror one day, he gets it from both sides.”
“Oh?”
Magnus laughs, watching their son help a younger boy down the slide, “You met me in a questionable club in Jakarta. I told you I’d snuck out of my house for the night and you made me show you my ID to prove I wasn’t underage. Between the two of us I think you have more of the good streak.”
Alec makes a mock affronted noise and then he whispers, “I put a baby in you that night Magnus.”
It shouldn’t be hot, but Alec’s voice is warm and deep and Magnus can feel the slow curl of desire in his belly. Alec skims his nose along his throat, breathing in deep and Magnus flushes when he realizes Alec can smell his interest.
“We are at a park for fuck’s sake.”
Alec kisses his cheek and backs off, “You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m not usually so uh...forward.”
“Just me?”
“Yes.” Alec laughs, “Well and being around you has burned through the suppressant I was due to renew next week. I’ve not been off of them in years and it’s a bit...intense.”
Magnus takes that in, Alexander is probably hyper aware of his scent right now, even more because of Max. Alpha’s are often more sensitive to their partner’s, mate or not, with a new child around and since Max is new for Alec it has to be triggering some things.
“You said there’d been no one else?” Magnus steps away from his grasp, they need to be looking at each other to talk like this, but he tangles their fingers together.
“No, I-” Alexander takes a deep breath, “I couldn’t stomach the thought, no one else smelled right. I tried to move on but I had one rut and it was difficult so I didn’t...I never tried. I didn’t want to, honestly.”
Magnus squeezes his fingers, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. I wasn’t much for romance in the first place, I’d only gone on a handful of dates before you, had one ill-fated relationship, if you could really call it that. I missed you more than I wanted to find someone else.” He looks away, tracking Max and Magnus studies him for a moment.
Alec is content but there’s a fading distress in his scent and Magnus gets the impression the rut he went through was more than just difficult.
“I dated a few people, after I had Max.” He offers and Alec glances at him, carefully neutral, “Some of them were lovely but none of them fit, most of them never even got to meet him. One of them stayed something of a friend for a little while, so he did, but we drifted apart, as friends do. He met one of the others but he didn’t like her and happily tried to kick her out of the house. He was three.”
Alec laughs at that, “Did he tell you why?”
Magnus bites his lip and nods, “He told her she was very pretty but not very nice and that she should leave because she was just making me sad. I might have tried to salvage it but Camille thought I was in the kitchen and told him to keep his “bastard little mouth shut” so I let Max see her out.”
Alec’s jaw clenches hard and Magnus winces, he should’ve probably cut that part out.
“Well, if she ever comes near you again I’ll do the honors this time.” Alec’s voice is steady but there’s a thread of protective, righteous anger in the way he smells and it makes something in Magnus endlessly pleased.
“Ayah!” Max interrupts them, dashing toward them with something in his little hands, “Daddy!”
They both kneel down so he can show them and he opens his hands to reveal a pretty little blue stone, “That girl gave it to me, she said I was really nice and blue was a nice color!” He points to a little girl with brown curls and a red bow who waves at them with a big smile.
“That’s great Max! Did you tell her thank you?” Magnus checks. His son might be destined to be a hellion, but he’ll be a hellion who minds his manners if Magnus can manage it.
“Yes! I told her she could have tea someday too.”
Alec carefully helps Max tuck the stone in his pocket and Magnus nods, “If an adult brings her to the shop I’ll make sure she gets some. Now, how about you, me, and daddy go for some ice cream?”
Max lights up and shouts a happy goodbye to the other kids, some of them wave but most are enthralled with their game.
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Max picks all three of their flavors in the end and Alec and Magnus have to discreetly swap cones when he’s distracted. Magnus likes cookie dough much better than the bright blue cotton candy that Alec is happily eating and he makes a face.
“I don’t like the dough chunks.” Alec mumbles, hurrying to catch a drip with his tongue, “They’re too sugary.”
Magnus just looks from him to the vibrant blue treat and Alec shrugs. He’s ridiculous and Magnus should not like it as much as he does, but he does. They’re sitting at a metal table with a big umbrella overhead outside the ice cream shop and the breeze is nice.
Max himself has mint chip and is cheerfully licking away, looking far too cute as his feet kick where they don’t touch the ground. His wavy hair is a mess from all his play and sitting beside Alexander, both of them catching stray melting drops no one could deny they’re relation.
“Oh!” Alec fumbles for his phone, “Magnus could you take a picture of us, I promised I’d send one to Izzy.”
Magnus grins, navigating Alec’s phone with one hand so he can get the camera pulled up, “Smile!”
Max looks up with a big toothy grin but Alec huffs, “Meant like a selfie of all of us, I’m terrible at them and my fingers are sticky.”
Magnus blinks and then he’s grinning and shuffling his chair so he can get all of them and their ice cream cones, aware that Alec can probably smell how fucking happy he is.
He takes a couple and turns to look at Alec, Max focused on his cone again, “That good?”
“One more.” Alec says and then he’s leaning across the table, sticky blue lips meeting Magnus’ and he snaps a photo before shifting to kiss Alec a little better.
Chapter 2
Max resists the pull of sleep until late. He’s pouting adorably between sleepy little blinks by the time he’s too tired to protest Magnus putting him to bed and Alec can’t stop smiling at the sight. He joins them in Max’s bedroom, the space awash with blue’s and soft things, stars painted across the ceiling. The child-sweet scent of him is heavy here, the bright blueberry curl of his contentment makes Alec relax further.
His little boy is well loved, not that he expected anything else of Magnus. He sits on the edge of Max’s little bed and tucks the blankets close around him as Magnus gently strokes his cheek, singing a lullaby. Alec doesn’t speak the language, but he hums along. Max falls asleep easily, his little mouth open for his heavy breaths and his hand curled loosely beside Magnus’ wrist.
They sit companionably, just ensuring that Max is really out, for a while. Eventually they pull themselves away from the boy, quietly shutting the door and heading for the living room.
Magnus tugs Alec to sit beside him on the couch with a little smile and they stay close.
“Thank you.”
Alec’s brows draw together and he smiles, bemused, “What for?”
Magnus smiles back, a slow, sleepy thing, “Spending today with us. It was lovely.”
“Magnus...of course. I want to spend plenty more days like this. My schedule has definitely been cleared for this week so if it’s alright I’d like to be here?” He traces the tips of his fingers over the back of Magnus’ hand.
Easily tangling their fingers together Magnus hums and his warm sleepy sandalwood scent gains a hint of sharpness, “ I’m glad you want to but...not everyday.”
Alec can’t help the way he tenses but he refuses to jump to conclusions, they’ve wasted enough time, “Okay? If I’m going to be in the way or anything, please, tell me.”
Magnus shakes his head with a rueful twist to his lips, “No such thing, I’d love having you in my way. I just...I know last night we talked about wanting more, wanting to be mates,” he takes a breath, “and I do want that but I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves. It feels so perfect right now, being with you, but we don’t really know each other as well as we should if we’re going to take that kind of step. We’ve not had to juggle our work, our relationship, and our son. I think we need to give ourselves the space to do this properly, not rush into things together because we missed our first chance. That could ruin us again.”
Alec blinks but listens. Magnus is right, they need to do this right. They don’t have to be cautious but they do need to give themselves some time to learn about each other, about annoying habits and tender spots. Magnus has never seen him on a three day work and worry streak, he doesn’t know Magnus’ vices or his working habits.
“I think that sounds like wisdom speaking. So I know another thing now, I know you’re wise.”
Magnus laughs and the sharpness in his scent fades, the warmth of them together burrowing into Alec’s chest.
“You are definitely never allowed to have tea with Ragnor, he would do his best to dissuade you of that.” Magnus winks.
“I agree with you about not rushing into things but...why not spend the week together? Maybe not every night, but the days?” Alec is careful to make it clear he’s only curious.
“Aside from how likely it is we would overwhelm each other a bit? Max. He’s always wanted a Daddy and you’re so good with him but I worry that if you’re here so much and then not when you go back to work he’ll be hurt by it. I just, I don’t want to do anything to make him think he can’t be exactly himself around you or that you might not be staying in his life.” Magnus’ free hand twists in the air as he talks, nervous.
Alec sighs and leans a little more firmly against Magnus.
“I don’t want to make him think anything like that. I want to do right by both of you. What do you think about every other day? Maybe?”
Magnus relaxes against him, “I think that would be perfect, and I think that I’m going to text you enough on the days you aren’t here you won’t even miss us.”
Alec presses a kiss to his temple and says, low, “I’d miss you if you were in the next room, I’ve missed you for years.”
He doesn’t miss the way that Magnus’ cheeks are a little pink as he twists to press a kiss to Alec’s mouth. It’s soft and easy, just lips dragging together, but it’s perfect.
It also reminds Alec of his potential gift.
They part and he shifts to more comfortably face Magnus, “I wanted to ask-and I won’t mind if you don’t want it right now, or at all-” Magnus looks curious, “If it was okay if I left you with something of mine for your nest?”
Magnus’s eyes flicker over him and Alec worries he’s overstepped, but then a soft, surprised smile touches Magnus’ mouth.
“I know I just said we should feel things out but I-” Magnus lifts his chin, unconscious but enough to draw Alec’s attention to his bare throat, “-find that I want your scent around me too much to say no. I would love for you to bring something for my nest.”
Alec glances down with a little smile, “Well...I thought I could give you my shirt. I’m wearing a second layer, Izzy said that it would be better for me to wear what I wanted to give you, so my scent was stronger. I thought um, I could trade it out when it starts to fade.”
Magnus touches the backs of his fingers, rings cool, to Alec’s cheek. His lovely eyes have gone the color of melted caramel with affection and Alec has to drag a breath in through his mouth at his scent, all surprised delight.
“Please.” Magnus nods, “That would be wonderful.”
Alec tugs his plain t-shirt off, the simple undershirt he’s wearing sticking to it for a moment before he separates them. He holds the shirt out to Magnus and has to repress a laugh when he realizes how dazed he looks.
“Magnus?”
“Mmm?” Magnus blinks, looking away from his torso only to stop at his now exposed arms and Alec does start laughing then.
“See something nice?”
Magnus takes the shirt and holds it up to his face, pointedly looking at Alec as he inhales slowly, lips curling up. Alec swallows hard at the obvious display.
“More than nice. You are going to test my self-control, Alexander.”
The noise that catches in Alec’s throat is half-laugh, half alpha want and he watches Magnus’ pupils dilate. Their scents grow spiced and heavy between them, enough that Alec can almost pick his own pine-sharp arousal from Magnus’.
Magnus’ tongue darts out to wet his lips and Alec sways momentarily closer, before he catches himself. He leans away and watches Magnus blink, face falling a little.
“As badly as I want to kiss you, I think we both need a second.”
Expression clearing, Magnus rolls his eyes, “We are being a bit ridiculous.” He pats the shirt now in his lap, “I’m going to put this where it belongs and then we are going to say goodnight like perfectly reasonable adults.”
They grin at each other and if Alec lets his gaze linger on Magnus’ butt when he walks away, well…
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Jace calls Alec a workaholic approximately once a day. Normally Alec just scoffs at him but considering how his day off and apart from Magnus goes, he’s worried his brother is right.
He manages to sleep, though it might have something to do with the way Magnus’ happy scent is stuck to the jacket he drapes over his pillow. He wakes a little later than usual and tries to drag out his morning routine.
By the time he’s sitting at the table that he only owns for nights when his siblings and their mates come over, he’s listless. He swirls his coffee a little, the syrup he uses already well mixed in. After staring a little longer he decides he’s allowed a treat and goes for the whipped cream.
He sprays it into his cup and raises it to take a sip, only to stop.
For six years he’s accompanied his coffee with a quiet wish for Magnus’ joy, with a little push for the universe to be gentle to the omega he’d loved and lost. The thought of not doing so leaves him bereft.
Alec tugs his phone toward him and snaps a picture of his coffee, the tower of whipped cream leaning a little to the side. He sends it to Magnus with a little sunrise emoji.
Alec 8:06a
Here’s a secret about me, take it to your grave… I love whipped cream.
He sets his phone back down and licks at the cream to keep it from making a mess. He stares at the table with a little frown and thinks: I hope Magnus has a good day, I hope the world is kind to him still. I hope Max smiles.
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He makes it until almost three before he gives in. Max has been quietly drawing for an hour and the store has lulled after their lunch rush. No one is currently in need of Magnus and the number of texts he’s received from Alec assure him that the other man is not busy.
As he thinks it he gets another picture. This time it’s of a grumpy looking cat sleeping in a patch of sunlight. Based on the last photos, he’s fairly certain it’s Alec’ living room floor.
Magnus 2:47p
You have a cat?
Alec 2:47p
I might. Church (him) would argue that I am a trespasser in his house. He’s technically a registered therapy animal but he’s so grumpy his last owner gave him up.
Magnus 2:48p
Does he like other cats?
Alec 2:48p
I think so? Clary brought a kitten over once when she was volunteering at a shelter, Church seemed to like it. Why, did you have a cat hidden somewhere?
Magnus 2:48p
There’s a few cats that make their rounds here and I was thinking about getting a kitten for Max’s birthday.
Alec 2:49p
Oh?
Magnus 2:49p
It may, just a tiny bit, possibly, be because I want a kitten very badly.
Bubbles appear to indicate Alec is typing and Magnus decides that he is definitely not too busy for a call. He moves toward the little couch where Max is drawing, hits the button to video call, and waits with a little smile.
The call connects and Alec’s messy hair and warm smile fill the screen. His eyes are bright and he appears to have leaned his phone against something because he’s sitting so he can rest his chin on his folded arms.
“Hello, gorgeous.” Magnus is helpless to the way he grins as he greets Alec.
“ Hey.” Alec hides his mouth in his arms but the gleam in his eyes tells Magnus how pleased he is. He doesn’t get to say anything more though, because the sound of Alec’s voice draws Max’s notice.
“Daddy?” The little boy leans into Magnus’ space, hands braced on his leg as he cranes his head to see the screen.
Magnus laughs as Alec lights up even more, he is just too much looking so delighted, and holds the phone so Max can climb into his lap. The little boy hesitates, grabs the paper he was working on, and then gets situated.
“Hey little bat, what’s that?”
Max smooths the paper out, shy for a moment and then turns it over to examine it. Magnus’ heart clenches when he sees the art his son has been working on. It’s the three of them, clearly, but they all have butterfly wings. Magnus’ are red and gold, Alec’s are blue and black, while Max’s are all four colors. His son is still staring at his drawing.
“You don’t have to show me, if you don’t want to.” Alec says it so very gently and Magnus gives Max a little squeeze of encouragement.
“Here.” Max holds the paper up and Magnus watches the way it affects Alexander. His eyes widen a fraction and his jaw loosens as he takes in the full picture. When he speaks again he has to clear his throat and his eyes are wet.
“That’s really great Max. Our wings are really cool.”
“Mine are like yours and Ayah’s, because I’m made of both of you.”
Magnus has to press a kiss to Max’s hair, working not to let the arm holding his phone out tremble.
“That’s right.” Alec does well at covering for Max, but Magnus can hear how hard he has to work to keep his voice steady.
“I’ll put it somewhere safe so Daddy can see it when he comes over tomorrow, okay?” Magnus says and Max nods, his shyness fading under his parent’s love.
He starts chattering easily enough, asking Alec all about what he’s doing and getting very excited when Alec turns the phone so they can see Church, blinking blearily at them. Magnus doesn’t get to say nearly as much as he wants to before the sound of the singing bowl calls him away, but he leaves his phone with Max.
The sound of his son laughing with Alexander carries him through the rest of his day.
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Alec is laying draped over the couch, head in Magnus’ lap. It’s their last day together before Alec has to go back to work and Max has done his best to wear them out. They’d spent hours playing games and taking turns playing villains to Max’s dramatic, magic, hero. He’d been just as exhausted by early evening and they’d read to him together until he’d drifted off curled into Alec’s side.
“You know, I almost had a younger brother named Max.”
Magnus hums, “Almost?”
Alec shifts, glancing up at him, “He didn’t make it. My mother was different then, a little. She was warmer toward Izzy and Jace at least, but I think losing a baby when she did really took a toll. She learned my father was cheating on her a month or so before and there was a lot going on with the company. I think she sort of blamed everyone around her when it happened, the stress trying to balance personal drama and professional issues caused. She and I... when I was sixteen, just before she found out she was pregnant, I told her I was gay. It didn’t go well, so things were already rocky between us.”
Magnus just listens, carding a hand slowly through Alexander’s hair.
“I guess, when you said his name was Max, I thought it was fitting. In a way it was like another person I lost coming back to me.” Alec frowns, “That sounds like I’m saying...I don’t think of him as a replace for anyone, he’s ours and he’s amazing but it, it means a lot to me that they share a name.”
Magnus sighs, he doesn’t know how to put it into words either, but he understands what Alec is trying to say. He rubs his thumb over one of Alexander’s heavy brows.
“I’m glad too. It’s like I gave him a little of you without knowing.”
Alec’s expression eases and he smiles softly, “Yeah.”
They lapse into quiet again, Magnus trailing touches down Alec’s neck slowly, admiring the man as he relaxes. They let go of the weight of heavy thoughts as they just breathe together.
Quite by accident Magnus fingernails catch on a slow downward drag and Alec sucks in a breath. The scent of serene alpha takes on a spicy edge, the faintest touch of crushed pine.
Magnus swallows and more deliberately runs the edges of his painted nails behind Alexander’s ear.
“Magnus-” Alec’s voice is heavy, warning.
He presses a little harder, mesmerized as he fills his lungs with the growing smell of Alec’s desire. In a moment Alexander has moved.
He’s sitting up, hands gently wrapping around Magnus’ wrists as he leans in, brushing his nose up the column of Magnus’ throat, his breath warm as his ghosts over his pulse. The heat in the room rises, their scents blooming with want.
“Magnus.” Alec whispers the word, the quietness of it doing nothing to hide the desire in it.
Magnus tips his head to the side and gasps at the drag of lips as Alec leaves a line of kisses over his skin until their mouths meet. Alec releases his caught hands and Magnus winds fingers into dark hair, leans into the wide spread of Alec’s fingers as he cradles the omega’s face.
Alec gives into his hungry mouth as Magnus presses into him, insistent and needing. The scent and taste that fills his senses is overwhelming, it’s everything he’s been missing for so long and he refuses to pull away. Alec makes a low sound in his throat, vibrating in his chest for a moment with the edge of alpha that makes ancient biology in Magnus desperate.
The large, hot hands that cupped his face so tenderly grip his hips firmly. Magnus couldn’t say which of them initiates the move, but they’re both pulled along by the tide of shared lust, and he’s pulled fully into Alec’s lap.
He makes a noise of his own, something he’s never heard from himself outside of his worst heats, and Alec surges against him with a low moan. Magnus thinks he could burn to ash under Alexander’s touch, thinks it’d be a sweet way to go and then Alec guides him through a roll of his hips and he doesn’t think much at all.
They don’t part from one another’s mouth except to gasp as they allow friction to build between them. It’s torment to not be bare against one another but stopping long enough to remove anything would be intolerable and definitely not necessary.
Alec shudders and jerks hard against Magnus, even as the omega let’s out an overwhelmed groan and they finally slow.
Foreheads pressed together, they both pant until Alec chuckles breathlessly.
“Something-” Magnus swallows, “-Something funny?”
Alec just laughs again and Magnus is helpless against it, joining in despite the uncomfortable dampness in his pants.
“We are so good at taking this slow.” Alec half-laughs out.
Magnus smacks at his arm, “Maybe if you didn’t smell amazing and taste even better we’d have a chance?”
There’s more than just exertion coloring Alec’s cheeks but he pulls back with his eyebrows raised, “Me? What am I supposed to do with you right in front of me, all-” he trails off, letting go of Magnus’ hip to gesture.
“You just indicated all of me.”
“Exactly.”
Magnus leans forward to smack a kiss to his lips, ignoring the huff of laughter it earns him. He shifts back quickly though, grimacing.
“Need to borrow some pants?”
Alec shifts and cringes, “Underwear, at least. God, we really just did that.”
With as regal a shrug as he can manage, Magnus gingerly slides off of Alec, “I don’t have any regrets.”
He’s trying for an airy sort of tease but he can’t help the little niggle of worry. He knows Alec is still adjusting to the sudden burn-out of his suppressant, mild as the effects can be, and they did agree to do things right this time. Alexander may not have much practice, but he’s already good at knowing when to reassure it seems.
“I could never regret you.” He smiles, like he hasn’t just made another breath-stealing declaration, “Getting carried away with you has, to date, only resulted in the best things.”
Magnus doesn’t have a defense for that, nor the way that Alec wears his every feeling on his sleeve when they’re together. He’s gotten the impression, from the few texts he’s exchanged with Isabelle, that Alexander Lightwood is a stoic, unreadable professional and often taciturn, even in private. None of that holds true when they’re together though, any of it melts after minutes together and Magnus secretly hopes Alec never stops letting all his walls down so easily around him.
“Pants.” Magnus says, instead of voicing any of the swirling joys and worries.
“Pants.” Alec agrees with a silly little wiggle of his hips and an exaggerated face.
He means to go grab them, maybe make them something to drink, and start the enjoyable process of telling Alexander goodnight, but he stops after only a few steps.
“Stay tonight?”
Alec looks surprised, then pleased and he stands, “If you don’t mind that I’ll need to be up early?”
“I’ll text Isabelle to bring you clothes and feed Church if you need, but no, I don’t mind. Max will probably be up with the sun after his early night anyway.”
Alec follows him into his bedroom, politely waiting for Magnus to bring them pants to sleep in. Magnus had told him that he’d made his nest inside the large walk-in closet because it was a safely enclosed space and Alec had been conscientious of it every time he’d been in the bedroom.
“If you text Izzy, because she definitely won’t ask so many terrible questions if it’s you, I can probably stay long enough to help get Max ready for the day.” Alec tells him, stripping out of his pants even as Magnus chokes a little.
“That would be wonderful, darling.”
“I want to be his parent for more than just the fun parts.”
Magnus wonders how many times his heart can take Alec’s sweetness before it just leaps out of his chest and into the man’s hands.
“I know. I want that too. Spend the morning with us if you can manage and, well, once you know what work looks like tell me and we can,” He tries to hide the twist in his stomach at the thought of Alec’s real life taking him away, “we can figure it out.”
Alec looks at him seriously, “Magnus. I am going to make time for you and Max. I have never even taken a sick day, not even for ruts since I’ve been suppressing them, and you can ask anyone, I have a dire need for a social life. The company won’t fall apart if I actually take time to live my life. Even if it would, I'd figure it out to give us the time and effort we deserve.”
“Alexander…” Magnus can feel wetness gathering, “Thank you. I will do my best to put as much effort into this, but we really have to go to bed now.”
“Tired?” Alec sounds concerned and Magnus laughs.
“Yes, darling, but mostly I’m afraid if we don’t get to sleep you’ll keep being absolutely exceptional and sweet and I’ll be overcome.”
Alexander looks delighted by that, “I’m just being honest.”
Magnus tries to glare, but the way he keeps smiling ruins it, “That is precisely what I mean.”
Alec raises his hands in mock surrender as Magnus finally gets changed and slides into bed beside him, but he figures if that’s the only problem they have for the moment it’s well worth it.
Part Three
#Malec#Fanfiction#A/b/O#max lightwood bane#Magnus Bane#Alec Lightwood#Shadowhunters#Alpha!Alec#Omega!Magnus#Family fic#kid!fic#Dadnus#Tealeaves 2
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day 11 Moody @jilymicrofics is a little early (maybe I'm getting reckless, we will see, also I've not forgotten day 10...)
and since it's for day 2 of @mppmaraudergirl's Alight With Happines jily fest - The Doe-mestic moments I decided to post it now rather than wait to tomorrow ;-)
Read the Shit Show on ao3 (tw: mentions of - you guessed it- poo)
The Shit Show
With a flick of her wand the water in her mug came to a boil. Lily carefully dropped the heartshaped tealeave holder into it. Just looking at the silly thing brought a smile to her lips.
James had found it on a day out in Muggle London. Sirius got some excellent additions to his Record collection, and her husband had bought this trinket for her. He’d been proud as a peacock for finding such an excellent addition to their kitchen utensils, a tea maker for his love.
It was barely light out, through the kitchen’s window she saw their garden turn from grey to green.
Slowly, she made her way up the stairs. The silence was deep, comforting and serene. The door to their bedroom was ajar, she peeked inside and frowned when there was no sign of James in their bed.
The small cot was empty too. Leaving her mug on the bedside table she pushed the door to the bathroom. A deep humming greeted her. In the shower the water rained down. The small room was filled with misty steam. James’s briefs lay on the floor, together with a small bodysuit, with a large yellow stain that caught her attention.
She leaned against the wall and tugged at the shower curtain, there her men stood, her baby boy safely in the strong arms of her husband. James’s hair was plastered to his head, Harry’s wide eyes peeked over the shoulder of his father.
She reached a hand and touched his small hand. “Ah, Harry, is mummy there? Good for us, son. I always forget to grab a towel when we take an emergency shower.”
“Ah, another shit-show then?” Lily giggled as Harry clasped at her finger fiercely.
“Oh, if you didn’t know better,"James said, sounding more proud than anything else, "you’d think he does it on purpose love, but yes, just like yesterday morning, he was up to his neck in it.”
#alight with happiness jily fest#day 2 The Doe-mestic moments#james potter#lily Evans#baby harry#jple#march microfics day 10#touched#jily
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Do you think Harry and Taylor were really together? Before these vault tracks I believed it was a 3 month pr stunt but now I'm not sure. And some fans are saying they were on off for a year or 2. She sure did write a lot of songs about him i could believe it
Personally, no, I don't, and I have seen some timelines from the non-harr faction, non-this fandom faction, full stop (heh) give it more legs than 3 months, but that said, I don't think the length of time really matters, it served what it had to serve! Everyone got what they needed! I'm in the camp that thinks it was a mutual bearding sitch, she had her lady with the green eyes, accent, dimps, etc., and the under relationship synched up with the over one (my god, the whole In Style Dianna cover shoot with the sly boots lyrics/timing to Style, WHEW). I need to check in with that camp to see how they're reading these new tealeaves, but even if they aren't connecting dots, the whole thing gave some good grist for a particular mill if you're a creative writer, and my god, she is!
#the whole line about him writing songs for people with blue eyes#she said I SEE YOU#i do love the acid rock dig in particular too BUT#i just look at it and think...is 18yo harry styles that level of manipulative player?? maybe? but i'd buy 28yo harry more so#like imagine what olivia wilde could write about him being checked the fuck out while she does the heavy lifting#hope i see that movie someday
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I read your post about WHB tips, and thank you so much!! I think I’ve gotten the hang of the game, but aaahh there are still aspects which confuse me :’3
1. Where do we get Solomon’s Tear??
2. Where do we get the Tealeaves needed to evolve a devil??
3. Isn’t there an option to add Friends and send presents to other players?? Where do we find it on the menu?? I saw an old screenshot where the Friends menu could be accessed via Mission Pass but it’s gone :’>
Thank you again for your help TwT
Solomon's Tears can currently only be obtained via a daily quest (1 per day), as rewards for achieving certain account levels (level 15, 30, 45, & 60), or as rewards for certain accomplishments on the Mission Pass. They used to be available via trading pancakes, but they removed the pancake feature after a certain bug was found that allowed players to exchange tealeaves for pancakes at an extremely high rate. As of right now, Solomon's tears are very difficult to get, especially for how vital they are to basic gameplay.
Tealeaves are given automatically when you draw a duplicate of a character. To use them, go to the devil you have a duplicate of and click the 'evolve' button. Each character can be raised 5 extra times. After that, you will continue to build up tealeaves with no way to get rid of them.
At the moment, no. They removed that screen and the associated mission within 24 hours. It likely was not meant to be seen.
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David Gascoyne
"And the Seventh Dream is the Dream of Isis"
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white curtains of infinite fatigue
dominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Francis
white curtains of tortured destinies
inheriting the calamities of the plagues of the desert
encourage the waistlines of women to expand
and the eyes of men to enlarge like pocket-cameras
teach children to sin at the age of five
to cut out the eyes of their sisters with nail-scissors
to run into the streets and offer themselves to unfrocked priests
teach insects to invade the deathbeds of rich spinsters
and to engrave the foreheads of their footmen with purple signs
for the year is open the year is complete
the year is full of unforeseen happenings
and the time of earthquakes is at hand
today is the day when the streets are full of hearses
and when women cover their ring fingers with pieces of silk
when the doors fall off their hinges in ruined cathedrals
when hosts of white birds fly across the ocean from america
and make their nests in the trees of public gardens
the pavements of cities are covered with needles
the reservoirs are full of human hair
fumes of sulphur envelop the houses of ill-fame
out of which bloodred lilies appear.
across the square where crowds are dying in thousands
a man is walking a tightrope covered with moths
2
there is an explosion of geraniums in the ballroom of the hotel
there is an extremely unpleasant odour of decaying meat
arising from the depetalled flower growing out of her ear
her arms are like pieces of sandpaper
or wings of leprous birds in taxis
and when she sings her hair stands on end
and lights itself with a million little lamps like glow-worms
you must always write the last two letters of her christian name
upside down with a blue pencil
she was standing at the window clothed only in a ribbon
she was burning the eyes of snails in a candle
she was eating the excrement of dogs and horses
she was writing a letter to the president of france
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the edges of leaves must be examined through microscopes
in order to see the stains made by dying flies
at the other end of the tube is a woman bathing her husband
and a box of newspapers covered with handwriting
when an angel writes the word tobacco across the sky
the sea becomes covered with patches of dandruff
the trunks of trees bust open to release streams of milk
little girls stick photographs of genitals to the windows of their homes
prayerbooks in churches open themselves at the death service
and virgins cover their parents' beds with tealeaves
there is an extraordinary epidemic of tuberculosis in yorkshire
where medical dictionaries are banned from public libraries
and salt turns a pale violet colour every day at seven o'clock
when the hearts of troubadours unfold like soaked mattresses
when the leaven of the gruesome slum-visitors
and the wings of private airplanes look like shoeleather
shoeleather on which pentagrams have been drawn
shoeleather covered with vomitings of hedgehogs
shoeleather used for decorating wedding-cakes
and the gums of queens like glass marbles
queens whose wrists are chained to the walls of houses
and whose fingernails are covered with little drawings of flowers
we rejoice to receive the blessing of criminals
and we illuminate the roofs of convents when they are hung
we look through a telescope on which the lord's prayer has been written
and we see an old woman making a scarecrow
on a mountain near a village in the middle of spain
we see an elephant killing a stag-beetle
by letting hot tears fall onto the small of its back
we see a large cocoa-tin full of shapeless lumps of wax
there is a horrible dentist walking out of a ship's funnel
and leaving behind him footsteps which make noises
on account of his accent he was discharged from the sanatorium
and sent to examine the methods of cannibals
so that wreaths of passion-flowers were floating in the darkness
giving terrible illnesses to the possessors of pistols
so that large quantities of rats disguised as pigeons
were sold to various customers from neighbouring towns
who were adepts at painting gothic letters on screens
and at tying up parcels with pieces of grass
we told them to cut off the buttons on their trousers
but they swore in our faces and took off their shoes
whereupon the whole place was stifled with vast clouds of smoke
and with theatres and eggshells and droppings of eagles
and the drums of the hospitals were broken like glass
and glass were the faces in the last looking-glass.
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Colorful and delicious, this fun take on a mojito uses a variety of tea-infused ice cubes for a drink that changes as you sip. Enjoy this minty, fruity cocktail, or leave out the rum for a refreshing mocktail. 🍹🍹🥥
INGREDIENTS
2 oz. Butterfly Pea Flower tea infused white rum
¾ oz. Lime juice
1 oz. Red Berry Cooler Rooibos tea simple syrup
Betty Buzz Lemon Club soda
1 dash Remedy Cocktail Company Julep bitters
6 mint leaves
Red Berry Cooler Rooibos tea mini ice cubes
Hydrate Coconut Lemongrass tea mini ice cubes
Energize Pineapple Aloe tea mini ice cubes
Fresh mint infused mini ice cubes
DIRECTIONS
• Layer the infused crushed ice cubes in a highball glass.
• In a shaker, combine lime juice, syrup, bitters, mint, and rum.
• Shake to chill and strain into the glass.
• Top off with lemon club soda.
• Garnish with a mint bouquet and edible flower.
As the tea ice cubes melt, the drink shifts, taking the imbiber on a journey through a rainbow of flavors.
Available at www.shefuchoice.com
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#tea #tealeaves #tealovers #cocktail #mocktails #glassware #shefuchoice #herbaltea #blacktea
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Vulcan Spice Tea
Ingredient for the spice:
(Makes about ¼ cup of the spice mixture)
To make the spice mixture:
1 cinnamon stick (about 10g)
½ teaspoon fennel seeds (about 2g)
1 teaspoon cardamom pods (about 4 g)
2-3 teaspoons black peppercorns (about 12g)
½ teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg (about 2g)
2 teaspoons ground ginger (about 8g)
Directions:
If you have a spice grinder, combine all the spices listed above and blend until you have a fairly smooth mix (some larger pieces are OK). Otherwise, use a mortar and pestle to grind your spices into small pieces.
Ingredient for the tea:
To make 1 cup of the tea:
½ cup water
½ milk
1 teaspoon brown sugar (or to taste)
1 teaspoon loose black tea leaves
½ teaspoon of the spice mixture, above.
Directions:
Add the water, milk, brown sugar and tea leaves to a small saucepan. Bring to a gentle boil, then reduce the heat and add the spice mixture. Bring to a gentle boil again, then remove from the heat and let steep for 4-5 minutes.
To serve, pour the tea through a tea strainer or even a piece of cheesecloth to remove the tealeaves and pieces of spice. If desired, grate a little more nutmeg on the top as a garnish.
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♫ mollymauk perhaps?
OKAY, SO FULL DISCLOSURE... My Molly playlist is 300 songs deep and I don't know what songs are on E V E R Y Molly playlist (but I have an idea) so what could have been an easy nine song EP has turned into me putting way more thought into it than I should in the HOPES of mostly having original choices.
1. The Other Side- Hugh Jackman and Zac Efron
So trade that typical for something colorful/And if it's crazy, live a little crazy/You can play it sensible, a king of conventional/Or you can risk it all and see
If this is on every Molly fanmix... Fuck it. This is my favorite Molly song. It's going on here.
2. You Get What You Give- Pomplamoose
This whole damn world could fall apart/You'll be okay, follow your heart/You're in harm's way, I'm right behind/Now say you're mine
My Molly and Yasha song. I'd like to imagine this song playing as he tries to lead her through a more colorful world and open up a bit.
3. And if Venice Is Sinking- Spirit of the West
Venice is sinking/I'm going under/'Cause beauty's religion/And it's Christened me with wonder
An ode to passionate nihilism and the love of appreciating beauty while it's here. Perfect for Molly.
4. The Wide-Eyed and the Laughing- Elton John
For the wide-eyed and laughing/Passed like a season/Erasing a passion to sing/For no one knew better than the tealeaves and the tarots/That the wide-eyed and laughing/Were just one step ahead of the wind.
I don't think I have to explain this one. LOOK AT THE LYRICS.
5. Back & Forth- Foo Fighters
Holdin' my breath I waited and waited/How'd the simple life get so complicated?/Shoes to fill, secrets to spill down you/Deer in the headlights, spoke in the wheel/You want pretend, I need for real/I'm takin' it back, all my IOUs
This is my song for Molly, post learning about Lucien. The Zone of Truth Scene and Lucien in general, specifically.
6. The Life of the Party- Idina Menzel
Who needs money?/Not me/Who needs fortune or fame?/I don't need a new career, a sympathetic ear, a name./All I need is time to play, only want the game./Point me to the mic./I know what I like.
An ode to hedonism and attention-seeking. He's such an arrogant little fuck.
7. I Constantly Thank God For Esteban- Panic at the Disco
Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction/Forgive our sins/Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons/Because I am a new wave gospel sharp, and you'll be thy witness/So gentlemen, if you're gonna preach/For God sakes, preach with conviction!
I love Molly best when he's a grandstanding showman pushing his agenda on people.
8. I Was Here- Beyonce
I wanna say I lived each day, until I died/I know that I had something in somebody's life/The hearts I have touched, will be the proof that I leave/That I made a difference and this world will see
You can't say he didn't leave a mark.
9. The Line Begins to Blur- Nine Inch Nails
The more I stay in here/The more it's not so clear/The more I stay in here/The more I disappear
YEAH, LET'S END IT ON A DARK NOTE, SHALL WE? This is absolutely my Molly merged with Lucien song.
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The Caretaker Next up my Mighty Nein inspired sets! This set is inspired by the character Caduceus, created and played by @executivegoth on @critical_role campaign 2! The top half is clear with green tea leaves, pink flowers, and green leaves. The bottom is a pink and green dirty pour. #dawnspiritdice #dice #dicemaker #resindice #resinart #resincraft #handmadediceset #polyhedraldiceset #sharpdice #diceporn #dicegoblin #dicedragon #diceaddict #criticalrole #critrole #caduceus #caduceusclay #mightynein #characterinspired #dungeonsanddragons #pathfinder #dnd #dicecommunity #dirtypour #tealeaves #flowers https://www.instagram.com/p/CUSqL9arEoi/?utm_medium=tumblr
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How it may have gone - Humble Beginnings
A fic taking place in the marauders era. While the political climate seems to head to a conflict, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter are still just teenagers. Dealing with typical teenage problems.
But this year their little group grows. Who would have known that more prefects would be a good thing?
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Ten: Detention III
When I came back to Greenhouse 4 the next day around the same time a new list lay on the first workstation. Next to it I found the lower section of the one I had worked off of yesterday. The little facts about the plants and creatures were apparently mine to keep. I folded that piece of parchment and put it in my bag.
Then I unfolded the new list.
To Do – Day 2
Behind the bumblebush by the desks you’ll find a door. I houses the supplies and tools. It’s not locked, grab whatever you need.
One table over is a stack of books that tells you what you need to know about the various plants and animals.
Feed the Abtu in the river
Check elderly mandrakes for signs of life (or death)
Water nettles, beets and tea (green, white and black)
Cut eight branches of Dittany
Wear gloves !!! and collect Streeler slime.
The Chameleon Potion is a very advanced one but it is one of the most powerful ways of disguise. In contrast to polyjuice potion which lets the drinker only turn into one person, of whom a ‘piece’ is required as an ingredient, which poses its own risks and obstacles, the Chameleon potion enables the drinker to practically become a metamorphmagi for at least two hours after consumption.
Nettles, beets and tealeaves (fresh or dried) are basic ingredients in a lot of potions. Nettles are mostly used in healing potions to provide the best starting points for the more magical ingredients. Not a single common healing potion is brewed without nettles! Beets are mostly used for colour in cosmetic applications. White, Green and Black Tea all have different properties that are released when put in hot water. Those properties often react with more magical plants like devil’s snare or moon dew to bring the potion to full potential.
When dittany is boiled and reduced, then combined with liquid silver it becomes a paste that is a very powerful cure against werewolves bites, called Lykoiaomai. This is the full recipe: Boil and reduce dittany leaves, strain the liquid to rid it of all solids and stir it into a liquid but slightly cooled silver. The ratio is one tablespoon of liquid silver to five tablespoons of dittany reduction.
When dried over a moderate flame Streeler slime turns into thin transparent gelatinous sheets, that can be dissolved in hot water. Dissolve the sheets in white tea as a cure for sleep deprivation.
Again, with the factoids… While the last ones seemed random these appeared to be a little more tailored to my situation. Mainly because of the werewolf and sleep deprivation. Full moon would be tomorrow. All of the Gryffindor boys would be completely destroyed on Thursday, if I could find dried sheets of Streeler Slime in Slughorn’s shelves, I might just take them to see whether they worked as well as pepper up potion.
While Sirius was right and there were no side-effects to using the potion it was pretty hard to get a hold of and expensive to buy. If the giant slugs provided an alternative I could see myself nicking some jars of their slime before detention was over. It would be helpful to the boys and to Crick and me. Just yesterday the next month of nightshifts had been figured out and I was serving at least one a week, not one on the weekends. Crick had had a similar fate while Jonas got way too many Saturdays to his name. Anything that would get me through a day of classes after a nightshift was absolutely worth breaking the rules for.
On the other hand, Sprout had never once said that I wasn’t allowed to take anything from the greenhouse. Obviously I could assume that nothing was to leave the treehouse but nobody had officially forbidden it.
I got to work and finished a bit quicker than the day before. One of the mandrakes didn’t react to anything I did to it, so I assumed it to be dead and put it on the table with a note. I thought it smart to let everybody know that I wasn’t sure what a dead mandrake looked like. Just in case this one was just really old and moved so slowly I didn’t realise it. The last thing I needed was to get in trouble while serving detention.
After I placed the dittany branches on top of the books I walked back into the shed and looked through the Potions section. I found two interesting things: There were a lot of sheets of Streeler slime and there were about 12 glasses of Dittany-Silver-Paste. They were labelled with dates. All of which lay in the future. One of which was tomorrow.
I had thrown myself in a homework marathon yesterday night and written my essay on the significance of Venus in relation to death for the Thursday class. Normally I couldn’t be bribed to research astronomical deteails outside of class or homework. It was one of those subjects whose importance to general magical education I understood – unlike divination – but I really wasn’t all that interested in it. Yesterday however, I had broken out my moon chart for the decade and checked the dates of full moons. I had made a list and pinned it into my wardrobe, just so I was prepared for a weak and sickly looking Remus and a grumpy Potter-posse. Aside from that, I had a feeling that the other boys were stupid enough to hang out with Remus after he had transformed and I wanted to be able to run to their rescue when something happened.
The dates on the glasses of anti-werewolf-bite-cream were all full moon dates. Seeing how Remus didn’t need a specific potion to be healed, even if he bit himself, because he already was a werewolf and didn’t get affected by the poison in his own fangs, the existence of all of these jars seemed to proof my theory that my stupid, stupid friends did regularly lounge with a transformed werewolf. And that the school knew.
While making these observations I found one glass with a December date. The 26th, to be exact. Remus would have been with his parents during the holidays, so this one went unused. Then, again, I doubted that every other jar of this stuff had been used. Did it maybe spoil quickly? Maybe, but not very likely. There were jars labelled for next November. I went back out into the bright garden and checked the special edition book on uncommon healing potions. I had a section Dittany, the recipe for the cream and stated that it was good for roughly ten years.
So, maybe the teachers relabelled the jars after every full moon that went well. I could safely assume that every single one of these jars was good to go in case of an emergency. And that it would be for couple of years. After all Remus had only started school five and a half years ago. And I doubted, that we had more than one werewolf on campus.
I struggled with my conscience and I didn’t feel good about it. But I went back into the shed, ripped the label off the December jar and put it into my bag. Just in case I really needed to run to anybody’s rescue. When I left I felt really guilty but I also reckoned I could talk myself out of the situation if it ever came to light.
We were all pretty nervous on Wednesday. It was our first full moon. And even though we weren’t going to actually be around Remus during the night, all of us girls were hyper aware of Remus’ bad shape and what would happen at night. I was glad that we went on revising spells in Charms class that morning. That way nobody noticed how little I could concentrate. Transfiguration went fairly well, too, as it was a theoretical class and I only needed to write down notes. I did, however, pull myself together to write them completely, detailed and legible because Milla was an absolute wreck at this point. Yes, her feelings for Remus weren’t influenced by the fact that he was a werewolf but the thought of every bone in his body breaking horrified her for him. Her voice was shaky all day and it sounded like she could start crying any second. Needless to say that she didn’t take any notes at all during McGonnagal’s monologue.
“Please, keep me away from Remus!”, she begged when we crossed the foyer for lunch. “Or at least don’t let me talk to him. He already looks like death and I don’t think my state would help that at all.”
“Sure thing. We’ll distract him.”
We did. Quite successfully. By now the others knew what my detention consisted of exactly and I decided to tell the entire group about my recent venture into thieving.
“Point is, that I have that stuff. I don’t hope you’ll ever need it but in all honesty if you should ever need it, it’s probably better if you have it with you rather than it sitting in my night stand”, I whispered while smoking.
“You stole Slughorn’s supply from a restricted area of the school? You sure you’re still you, Goods?”
“Fairly certain, yeah. Honestly, I’d rather lose my badge and serve detention for the next two years, than live through the nightmare of something happening to any of you.”
“I’m with Jette”, Remus agreed strongly. Well, as strongly as he possibly could. Milla was right, saying he looked like death. His skin was basically see-through and the dark circles under his eyes nearly reached his upper lip.
“I’m not myself. What if I do bite one of you?”, his voice got a little shaky and I had the distinct impression that that had nothing to do with his physical condition.
“You haven’t yet, Remus”, James tried to calm him down, with a pad on the shoulder.
“First time for everything”, Remus half-smiled in response.
“Just take it!”, I shoved the jar in Peter’s hands. “If you never need it, I’ll be heavenly happy, but if you do need it and don’t have access to it I’ll kill myself over it. And so will Remus. So, don’t argue!”
We sent them off to their classes and descended to the dungeons to learn something or other about fever-reducing-potions. Blair took care of her cauldron that she shared with Millla and the one that Chloe and Nica were supposed to brew in, while Joe was absolutely on his own with ours. I’d told him that I wasn’t on my A-game and could barely concentrate and being the wonderful person he was, he took it upon himself to just do the potion on his own, allowing me to lift. I had to promise that I’d help him out in Defence, though. And I was more than willing to pay that price.
When I got to the treehouse that afternoon I was met by Professor Slughorn. Oh. Not good.
“Miss de Witt. How nice. I thought it useful to talk you through some of the ingredients we have you collect and store. While I’m aware that Professor Sprout provided you with the books and some additional information, I’d like for you to know a little more. You up for it?”
“Certainly, Professor.” Maybe he hadn’t noticed that I nicked his December jar.
“Very well. We will get to the Dittany you collected yesterday. First, you should feed the animals. I’ll set up over there.” He pointed at the tables and pulled out a collapsible cauldron. I scanned my list for the day that just told me to feed the fish and lay out some hay for whatever other creature. I did both those things, visited the mandrakes, who were all still alive and returned to the table.
The Dittany branches were already in the cauldron and a shimmery, shiny substance sat atop a different fire. Shimmery, shiny and silver. Maybe he had noticed that I nicked the jar.
“Now, I’m sure you can guess what we’re doing today.”
“The potion – paste – that Professor Sprout wrote about. The one that heals werewolf bites?”
“Excellent. Five points to Hufflepuff.”
“Oh, thank you, Sir.”
“Now, I’m aware you don’t like potionmaking all that much. Contrasting your brother, who is still doing brilliantly.”
“Happy to hear that, Sir.”
“But with your strong suit being Defence against the Dark Arts, I don’t think that it would be crazy to assume you at least think about working in theat field. I would favour you for an auror but obviously you might end up a curse breaker, a member of the department for magical law or a dejinxer at St. Mungo’s. Every single one of these professions is connected to potions and potionmaking in one way or another. And if you’d ever want to apply to the auror training programme you need to have achieved an A at least in your NEWTs. So, I thought we’d try to install some interest in you by meeting here every now and again during your detention to work on interesting and practical potions. Would you be okay with that?”
“Of couse, Sir. Thank you. This is probably the best opportunity anybody has ever gotten by getting detention.”
“Well, I personally don’t agree with your actions, Miss de Witt. But I also don’t agree with those of my own students.” I had fully forgotten that Slughorn was Slytherin Head of House.
“What Messrs Black and Mulciber said and did does not represent my house. I trust you know that. And I don’t want you to miss opportunities over a throw-away nasty comment.”
“Thank you, Professor. I appreciate that. A lot. A whole lot.”
“Let’s get to work then.”
He went through the recipe and one or two tricks that could help me when brewing the thing myself. At the end we had produced four more of the jars. Three of them Slughorn put on his shelves, one he gave to me.
“I’d guess you won’t need it anytime soon. But it keeps nearly forever, so it won’t hurt to keep it for emergencies in whatever field you chose to work. And now that you know how to brew it and should wish to practice again, you can always ask me for the ingredients or supplies. I would have to supervise your use of them. You’ll understand that I don’t want you to take the silver for making jewellery. “
“Completely.” Frankly, I didn’t understand anything that was going on but I ran with it. By this point I was one hundred percent certain that Slughorn had noticed the theft. Otherwise he’d not have said that I could ask him for more of the potion. I thought he’d be mad at me but since he wasn’t I had to conclude that he knew about Remus’ condition and my friendship to him.
When Slughorn dismissed me it was pitchblack outside. I quickly looked up. The moon hadn’t fully risen yet, but it was definitely visible. According to our DADA material the transformation didn’t happen until the moon had done exactly that. Full rise and full moon. I imagined that the boys had already eaten and were on their way to wherever they hid during these nights. They’d gone so far as to tell us that there was a hideout but not where it was.
My steps quickened as I crossed the lawn. Suddenly, the lights from the castle’s windows seemed very far away. How fast did the moon rise? How far away from the castle was the hideout? Did the boys get there in time for the transformation? I quickened my steps. I started jogging. I did not want to run into Remus tonight. Absolutely not. Nope.
“Goods!” I stopped. Turned around.
“Sirius?”
“What are you still doing out here? Moon’s nearly risen.”
“Why d’you think I’m running?” I couldn’t spot any of the other boys.
“Oh… are you scared of the big bad wolf?” Sirius smug smirk appeared on his lips.
“I thought I already told you that I’d rather not run into a transformed werewolf. So, yeah. I love Remus, I do, but …”
“You don’t want to share his fate.”
“Well, no I don’t. And I’d rather not die, either.”
“Fair enough. No need to be scared, he’s already where he’s supposed to be.”
“Why aren’t you?”
“Forgot you wonder potion in the dorm… We have a fairly established routine for nights like these. And your stupid jar, is not yet part of it. But Remus insisted I get it.” I swung my backpack from my back to my chest and opened it.
“What are you doing?” I handed him the new jar of dittany and silver.
“Slughorn was at detention. He must have noticed that I stole one of the jars and taught me how to brew it. I got to keep one. Fully legal this time.”
“What kind of detention is that? I only ever get to clean things or write the same sentence over and over again.”
“Haven’t quite worked that out yet. But it seems to have some kind of deeper meaning. Slughorn said that he’d stop by more often during detention to teach me potions. The useful kind that I might enjoy brewing. He said it’s to help me get into the auror programme but I don’t know whether I should believe that.”
“Curious” Sirius looked up at the dark sky. “I gotta run.”
“Right… Hug Remus for me, yeah?” Sirius tilted his head. He didn’t look impressed with that suggestion.
“Or tell him I’m hugging him mentally.”
“Will do.” He was ready to head back to where he had come from.
“And be careful, you hear?”
“You worried about me?”, again he smirked at me.
“Yes, Sirius, I am. About all of you. Including Remus. So, be careful and not arrogant or heroic or Merlin knows what. Okay?”
Sirius came a little closer and studied my face.
“Nothing will happen, Goods. We’ve done this for a while now. We know what we’re doing.”
“Yeah, right because it’s such a common practice to ru…”
“Nothing”, Sirius interrupted me “will happen to any of us. I promise.” He gave me that look that made one feel like he uncovered the deepest and darkest secrets of one’s soul.
“Fine. Fine, fine. Run off, then.” I pushed him against his shoulders to give him some momentum.
“Get something to eat you worried Goodie-two-shoes”, Sirius grinned as he ran back into the blackness of the grounds.
I continued on my way to dinner, slower than before, but distinctly more concerned. He could promise me that they’d be fine a million times, I would never fully believe that none of them took unnecessary risks. That was in their blood. They were inherently adventurous. To the point of stupidity. This was going to be a long night. I doubted I’d get any sleep at all.
Entering the Great Hall and spotting Milla, Blair, Chloe and Nica I realised that none of us would sleep. We’d all be awake all night assuring one another that the boys would be fine. Although none of us were sure about that.
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you take a pregnancy test (tom holland)
pairing: y/n x tom holland
type: angst / fluff
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“Is it done?” Tom hastily asks you.
“24 more seconds,” you respond, eyes glued to the timer on your phone.
“Now?” Tom asks again after a moment of pacing back and forth like an impatient child on a road trip.
“No, Tom,” you tell him, slightly annoyed by the situation and his constant questions. As Tom continues to pace, the clock ticks down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The loud ringing fills your ears and alerts Tom to the situation. Silently, you both gravitate towards the white stick waiting on the kitchen counter.
“It’s time, love,” Tom reminds as you stare motionlessly down at the pregnancy test.
“I can’t do it,” you say exasperated, learning into Tom’s familiar shoulder. He catches your gentle weight and wraps his two arms around you, keeping you firm in his grasp. Slowly, Tom reaches for the test and begins to flip it over, revealing two pink lines.
“There’s two,” Tom states. “What does two mean?” You turn to face him now, holding his soft face in your shaking hands. His arms hold tight onto the kitchen counter behind you with you in between them.
“It means that I’m pregnant, Tom,” you say with a hint of fear in your voice, awaiting his reaction.
“You’re really pregnant?” Tom asks you in disbelief.
“I’m really pregnant,” you confirm, your breath waiting on what he says next.
“Whatever you want, I’m there for you,” Tom begins, a wave of relief taking over your body. “I know we’re young but I know we can do this,” Tom says before quickly correcting himself; “If that’s what you want, of course. If you’re not ready then we can go from there. It’s up to you”
“I don’t know,” you confess.
“That’s okay,” Tom reassures you. “I’ll be here to help you figure it out.”
“You’re not gonna leave me?” You ask your boyfriend in disbelief.
“It’s you and me, love.” Tom tells you with a single kiss on your forehead.
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Tony’s Daughter Part 12 (Interim)
Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader
Word count: 1376
Warnings: Reader is Tony Stark’s daughter, Slow burn.
Synopsis: Part 12 in a series. The start of what happens between Avengers and Iron Man 3.
Authors Note: This is a canon compliant AU. This part starts directly after The Avengers (2012). There will be a few parts labelled interim. They are things that take place between Avengers and Iron Man 3. The Iron Man three Arc will probably be very short and then there will be more interim parts after that.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11
Side Stories One Two Three Four Five Six
You and Steve walk hand in hand, your arms swinging a bit.
“Does Tony cook?” He asks.
You laugh a bit and look over at him. “What?” You ask.
He looks at you. “Dinner. This weekend. Does he cook?” He asks.
You laugh louder and shake your head. “No, neither of my parents knew their way around a kitchen.” You say.
“So…take out?” He asks you.
You shake your head. “No, actually…I’ll be cooking.” You say and look over at him.
It makes him blush, you don’t know why. “You cook?” He asks.
You nod. “Quite well, if I say so myself.” You say.
He stops you and stares at you. “We’ve been dating for nine months and I never knew you could cook.” He says.
You chuckle softly. “We have not been dating for nine months we’ve been going on dates for nine months. You just barely made it official.” You remind him, teasing him a bit. “Yeah, I can cook. I also can dance. I went to theatre camp. I played footie for a while.” You say.
“Footie?” He asks and furrows his brows.
“Soccer.” You say. “Dad…wanted me to know more than science and math. So…he put me in all kinds of classes growing up. Mum hated it, thought it was a waste of time and talent. I think dad may have been devastated when I went in to science after all. He felt better when I told him it was my choice, he never wanted me to feel pressured into it. And I wasn’t, not by him.” He says.
“What about your mother?” He asks softly.
You sigh and hesitate. “My mother…says I was bred to be extraordinary. She wanted me to be a brilliant scientist like her, dad just wanted me to be happy.” He says softly.
He nods a bit. “I uh…googled you.” He admits sheepishly.
Your eyes widen dramatically. “Google? Wow, that’s quite savvy of you Stevie.” You tease
He rolls his eyes and just cocks an eyebrow at you.
You smile. “And what did you find?” You ask.
He hums. “You’re quite popular.” He says. “Your mom was Katherine Clarke…She uh..” He clears his throat.
“Was another person trying to replicate Erskine’s Formula?” You ask. “Or did you mean the fact that she went crazy and killed herself?”
His eyes soften. “Sweetheart…” He says softly.
You shake your head. “It’s okay. My mother was a remarkable woman, but she had her demons like everyone else.” You say. “She never got the formula quite right. At least not all in one go. She got pieces…the accelerated healing, the metabolism stuff…but all of that was…decades ago. While she was pregnant with me actually.” You say.
His eyes widen. “What?”
You just nod. “Yeah, some of it got passed on to me.” You stammer a bit. “Most of it got passed on to me. It’s why I could keep up with you out there I think.” You say softly. “I’ve never really looked into it. That was her world…not mine. I’ve never wanted it to be mine. But…” You sigh, “I think I’ve gotta look into it. Because things are just…weird.” You say and smile weakly. “Sorry…I’m not trying to freak you out. I promise I pursued you because I like you and not because my mother was obsessed with you.” You say quickly.
He frowns and you start to panic. “I swear Steve. This,” You gesture between the two of you. “is real and organic and not some sick set up.”
He just keeps frowning. “You pursued me?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.
You gape at him for a moment. “Yes. Literally yes. We are standing here right now because I was incredibly persistent.” You say.
He laughs. “I think you and I remember the last nine months very differently, sweetheart.”
Your jaw drops. “You’re kidding right?” You say and laugh. “Stevie I practically had to bait you to get you to go on one date with me.” You say.
He shakes his head. “That is not true. I am the one who took us from friends to more.”
You just laugh because you can’t believe he thinks that but you also know trying to argue with Steve Rogers is futile.
You just tuck yourself into his side, he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Whatever you say, Cap.” You chuckle. He kisses the top of your head.
You stay close to each other over the next few days. You practically live in each other’s pockets. Neither of you seem to have the ability to say goodbye. You spend a couple nights at his flat and a few at yours.
“You sure Tony isn’t going to be mad that I’m coming?” Steve asks as you both get ready to head to the tower for dinner.
“You’re my person Steve.” You say softly. “That means you very much belong at family dinners. Dad seems pretty fond of you anyway.” You say and kiss his jaw and pull off his tie. “Don’t need that.”
He frowns. “I want to make a nice impression.” He says.
“He already knows you baby.” You remind him.
“Sure…but this is the first time you’re bringing me home as your boyfriend.” He says.
You kiss him softly. “It’s going to be fine. No tie.” You say softly. “This is a casual family dinner. Nothing scary, nothing intense. This isn’t a test Steve. I’m already yours. You’re already mine. We’re just going to my dad’s for dinner.” You say.
He nods slowly and kisses you softly. “Okay.” He whispers.
You both finish getting ready and head to the tower. You call a car service because you are absolutely not getting back on that motorcycle of Steve’s.
You get in the elevator of the tower and type in a code.
“Good evening Miss Clarke, Captain Rogers.” JARVIS says over the speakers.
“Hi Jarvis.” You say.
The elevator stops at the penthouse floor and opens to let you and Steve out.
“Olive?” Tony calls from the kitchen.
“Hi dad.” You call back. You take Steve’s hand and tug him along to the kitchen.
“Cap.” Tony greets, raising his drink.
“Tony.” Steve says back.
“Reconstruction is going well.” You say.
Tony nods. “Yeah, it’s gonna all look really nice once everything is finished.”
You walk over to the fridge and open it, taking out everything you’ll need for dinner.
Steve and Tony sit at the bar and chat while you cook. Pepper joins them eventually, and so does Bruce.
You walk over to Pepper and hug her.
“Your father is losing his mind.” She chuckles. “You having a boyfriend may do him in.”
You chuckle and roll your eyes. “I’ve had boyfriends before.” You say.
She nods. “You’ve just never brought them home.” She says.
You hum softly and look over at Steve. “Well, he’s special.” You say with a soft blush on your cheeks.
“Must be if you’re subjecting him to this.” She says.
You put dinner in the oven and walk over to your two favourite men. You wrap your arms around Steve’s shoulders and kiss his cheek. “You boys playing nice?” You ask softly.
“Of course we are, Praline.” Tony says. “I’m quite fond of your boyfriend.” He says.
You smile and kiss Steve’s cheek again when he turns red.
Dinner goes well. Steve is very impressed at your ability to throw together an actual meal. Pepper has to leave pretty soon after, she’s quite busy running a business.
You sit around in the living room, Tony walks up to you.
“Peanut, there are something things we need to talk about. Regarding your mom.” He says gently. You swallow thickly and look at him.
“Why?” You say quietly.
“Because…there were apparently things going on that I wasn’t aware of. Things that…need to be explored a bit more.” He says.
Steve frowns and sits up putting an arm around you.”What are you talking about Tony?” He says.
He sighs. “Olive…I think your mom was experimenting on you. And we need to test you for enhancements.” He says.
Steve’s arm tightens a bit around you.
You just stare at your father.
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Inspiration: Plantlife
A collection of plants to inspire you when creating things for your D&D campaigns, be it loot, lore or anything in between.
Similar to my gemstone collection post, which can be viewed here.
Feel free to add your own interesting plants, or share what these plants inspire you to create!
Welwitschia Mirabilis (AKA Onyanga)
An incredibly resilient plant that consists of two leaves that grow into the tangled mane seen above, a sturdy stem that grows thicker and thicker with age (rather than taller) and a complex network of roots. The stem of the plant can grow upwards of 2 meters tall and 8 meters wide, the plant can survive for 5 years without any water, and has an estimated lifespan of 400 to 1500 YEARS.
Resilient Broth: The hearty stem of this plant can be boiled with water and herbs for days, resulting in a potent broth that, when consumed, raises your Constitution modifier by a modest degree (sometimes permanently)
Mirabilis Tunic: An earthy tunic woven from the leaves of this plant. Incredibly light and flexible like fabric, while offerring the same protection as a leather doublet.
Poultice of Thick Skin: Similar to the broth, an extract from this plant can be used in creating a powerful potion that turns your skin into a thick, earthy leather.
Venus Flytrap
One of the most famous carnivorous plants, the venus flytrap has two hinged jaws that are lined with ultra sensitive hairs that allow the jaws to snap shut with great speed as soon as they are brushed.
Assassin’s Elixir: An extract from this plant is used to create a small, potent potion that raises your reflexes an incredibly degree, allowing you to react faster than normally possible.
Flytrap Charm: A charm made from a petrified venus flytrap raises your senses when perceiving things close to you/affecting you
Rafflesia Arnoldii (AKA Corpse Flower)
This bright and alluring speckled flower is massive - one of the largest flowers in the world, growing to sizes of up to 3 feet across and weighing in at 15 - 24 pounds. However, more striking than its appearance is its smell. The flower (referred to commonly as the Corpse Flower) releases a horrific odor akin to rotting meat when it blooms, turning the stomach and attracting swarms of insects.
Swarm Blossom: A dried blossom that can be crushed to draw in a nearby swarm of insects, creating confusion, fear or obscurity.
Odious Extract: A small vial of topical liquid that is pale pink color. When applied like a perfume, it initially has no smell. However as time drags on, it grows more and more odorous, until you begin receiving disadvantages on all charisma rolls and even chase away some individuals.
Rafflesia Bomb: A delicate satchel of suspended petals and pollen that, when thrown, bursts and sprays onto anything in the area, permeating the air with a stench that requires a constitution save in order to not lose your stomach.
(There is another flower called Amorphophallus titanum that is ALSO referred to as the Corpse Flower for the exact same smelly reason, pictured below. SImilar to the Rafflesia Arnoldii it is a huge and massive flower, releases a smell of rotting carcass, and attracts swarms of insects when it blooms.)
Desmodium Gyrans (AKA Dancing Grass)
This plant is known by a number of different names, but all of them relate to the fact that this cheery little friend features a number of leaves that all have an amazing range of movement available to them that resembles a happy little dance. The smaller leaflets at the base of each leaf move constantly to track the sun and pivot the larger leaves to maximize sunlight intake.
Dancing Tealeaves: A warm and peppy tea brewed with the tiny leaflets of this tea set your feet moving, allowing you to dance as well as a trained professional dancer.
Sunlight Charm: A small charm made of dried leaves from this plant allows the wearer to track the position of the sun, no matter how removed from it you are, including underground or locked within a building.
Baobab (AKA Bottle Trees)
These abnormally broad, tubular trees are all part of a genus that contains 8 different types of trees, all of which are native to Madagascar and Australia. The trunks of these trees typically store 300 liters of water and often live up to 500 years.
Draught of Hydration: A slightly viscous sweet water drink that hydrates you exponentially longer than regular water, with a day’s worth of this draught keeping you hydrated for upwards of a week.
Baobab Bottle: A bottle carved from the wood of this tree is able to hold more water than an average bottle of its size, allowing a bottle that would normally hold 20 oz. of water to instead hold close to 75 oz. instead
Dracaena Cinnabari (AKA Dragon Blood Tree)
This interesting, umbrella shaped tree is native to the Socotra archipelago, and is known as the Dragon Blood Tree due to it’s rich, red sap that resembles oozing blood. It was once sought out both for medicinal purposes as well as for dyes.
Dragon Skeins: Woolen yarn dyed with this sap is imbued with the protection of dragons, giving any clothing or accessories made with this yarn extreme fire protection.
Blood of Ancients: This rich red poultice is surprisingly sweet and bitter, and gives you a permanent increase to your max health. A rare and valuable potion.
Bloodied Blade: A thin dagger carved from this wood seems to hold an edge through pure magic. As you attack, the blade seeps a thick, red ooze that damages your opponents over time.
Mimosa Púdica (AKA The Shy Plant)
This delicate plant features compound leaves that are incredibly sensitive and will fold in on themselves in response to being shaken, touched or in extreme temperatures.
Leaflet Cloak: A fluttering cloak with layered leaflets that wrap tightly about you when it senses danger, restricting movement but providing you an extreme amount of armor.
Sensitivi-tea: A subtle brew that heightens one’s emotions, making them a bit more sensitive and vulnerable to the words and actions of those around you.
Selaginella Lepidophylla (AKA The Ressurection Plant, or The Rose of Jericho)
This incredibly resilient desert plant is known to be able to survive in extreme conditions, including almost complete desiccation. It curls in on itself into a tight, dry ball, then uncurls once more when exposed to moisture.
Parasitic Unlife: The plant embeds itself within your body, taking root and laying dormant. Should you ever fall and die, the plant instead forces your body into a vegetative state, causing you to curl in tightly on yourself and suspending body functions. Can be revived by being submerged in water, causing the grasp of the plant to loose.
Draught of Desiccation: A bitter poison that causes the body to begin dehydrating at an extreme rate, withering in on itself until you’re effectively mummified from the inside out.
Desert Crown: An earthen circlet woven from this plant that keeps the effects of extreme heat and sunlight at bay, allowing for travel across the desert without the need for special equipment or extra water.
Alright, that’s another one down! Again - feel free to add your own inspiration for these plants, or add some plants of your own choosing!
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Here we are at the end of another month.
July has seen my homeland get an actual ‘buffoon’ for a Prime Minister, Heatwaves to melt a human being and we celebrated the anniversary of the moon landings (and yes, they did happen!).
Here are my favourite books of the last month!
1. The Girl Aquarium by Jenn Campbell - What I love most about this poetry collection is that it paints such a fantastic picture of the person who wrote it. I am subscribed to the author’s YouTube Channel, and I know her enough through her videos to know her collection is so authentic and such a wonderful and poignant (in moments) representation of the writer. A fantastic collection I highly recommend.
2. Vargic's Miscellany of Curious Maps by Martin Vargis - I love maps, but I do love a very odd map and this book is certainly a collection of brilliant maps and interesting facts about how the world works. From maps that represent the world of video games and the internet, to literary works, this book is a fascinating thing and well worth giving a look, especially the literature map which unfolds itself from the book and shows you just where literature has been taken.
3. A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness - I begun this book once before and put it down as I couldn’t get into it and didn’t want to freak myself out, but the second time, I didn’t put it down. A book that fills itself with humanity and emotes through ever word, A Monster Calls does hurt, but you will be glad it hurt - this book is like Ron Weasley’s tealeaves, you’ll suffer but you’ll be glad you did.
Currently reading:
To Be Taught If Fortunate by Becky Chambers
Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid.
What have you been reading in July that has stolen your heart? Feel free to drop me a line,
Vee xo.
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Happy Anniversary to Me
On April 10th, 2018 I published the first entry in Precure Daily. It was very simple, just a few short paragraphs about the plot, characters, themes, music, etc. Stuff I’ve tried to stick to with varying success as the project went on. It started on Facebook, and it started out of a desire to rewatch the entire Precure series. But after watching it, I wanted to talk about it. So I wrote down my thoughts, and posted it in a group, and got some responses. I kept it up, but as a bit of a digital hoarder/archivist/whatever you want to call it, I really wanted a way to keep track of my posts better. So I created this blog. The rest is history.... but keep reading anyway.
As FWPC went on, I started writing more and taking more screenshots. It definitely went overboard on several occasions. I didn’t, and still don’t, do a whole lot of editing. I spit out my thoughts onto the page and hit post. I do try to keep them structured, but the nature of this project means I don’t have a lot of time for reflection and review of my own content, if I also want to maintain a social life. As you all have seen, that can be harder than it sounds. I’ve gotten sidetracked a lot by reality. After blitzing through FWPC and writing an essay every day I was exhausted. I wanted to do a series overview, and I did start writing it, and it is still sitting in my drafts folder, incomplete. It may never be completed. A short break became a longer break while I distracted myself making the banner:
Of course depending on your page layout the banner may not be fully visible and that is incredibly frustrating to me. I am open to suggestions for improving that. But anyway the banner was made, and then finally I decided, screw it, I’ll do the overview when I have time, and dug into Max Heart. As much as I love the world of FWPC, Max Heart is a bit of a slog, and some personal turmoil didn’t help with this. It took me about six and a half months to get through all of Max Heart, and I’m still sorry for that. We’re 4 and a half months into reviewing Splash Star and I just got into the teens, so not exactly doing better, but I’ll try. I initially predicted that, with daily reviews, it would take about 2 and a half years from the start of the project to fully catch up with the weekly broadcasts. It’s going to take about 8 if I keep at my current pace, which is not ideal, but every time I try to speed up I just lose steam again. I don’t know if this project will ever be finished, but I promise to keep going for as long as I can. I want to thank each and every one of the 261 followers I have gained in this first year, but I want to highlight a few who stand out from the crowd:
@yugimon135 You followed me here from Facebook and I can always count on you for a good quip.
@sailor-rurouni You’ve been one of my biggest supporters, and best confidants.
@sailorzombiestar You often chime in with some great insights. I look forward to reading your thoughts whenever I see your name in my notifications.
@hanasaki-tsubomi You are probably my number one reblogger and the source of a good number of my followers. Also you post great content on your own page and I love scrolling through it now and then.
@slightlyconfusedcinnamonbun You favorite all, or almost all of my posts, and that’s a huge confidence boost, so thank you.
And of course to every single one of you out there, whether you’ve been following me from the start or you’re a more recent join, thank you and I hope you enjoy the trip. Here’s to another year, two more, three more!
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