#for katie but also in the face of any kind of jump scare

[searidings]

Faye you have seen the most horrifying thing tv had to offer (cwsupergirl). You can handle slasher.

you make a good point anon but i gotta say for all its faults cwsg had milfs and sexy women out the wazoo which was very distracting from the horror. katie is gorgeous in slasher but she is only one woman. lots of other space available for the Scary

#you know ive tried watching slasher #couldn't even finish the first ep. not even for katie #the second the dark figure of that axe wielding fuck appeared in the doorway i was OUTIE #me and jump scares do not a good combo make #i think you guys may be underestimating quite how frightened this frightened bitches is #i am WEAK #for katie but also in the face of any kind of jump scare #still holding out for that kmcg supercut tbh #hope you're having a wonderful day #asks #anonymous

[little-corritrice]

James ~ Insecurity

Standing in the room, I was staring at myself in the mirror. I was trying to smooth out every crease in the dress to the point my hands felt super hot. I was about to go to a premiere with James for the first time. I have never gone to any before because I was scared of what people will think. I could tell James was very sad about it as he took it in that I didn't want to be seen with him, which isn't the case at all. In fact, it's quite the opposite. I don't want him to be seen with me. I was very very insecure about myself. I was also very scared to go out to public places with him because his fans are very judgmental and can make rude comments or even just glare me down the entire time. So, to go with him to a place where a lot of cameras were, and a lot of famous people are freaked me out more.

As I was lost in trying to make me look at least decent, James voice from the door made me jump. He looked confused, but decided to just brush it off. "You look amazing, darling." He said, coming behind me. He helped me put on my necklace, and turned me around. He was going to kiss my lips, but I moved so he kissed my cheek. He looked taken aback for a second before he pulled away. "Ready?" He asked, holding his hand out. I nodded, but grabbed his arm. He gave me a confused smile and guided me down stairs. We got into the car that was sent for us, and we drove to the location. I fidgeted with my fingers as Oliver and James were both talking casually with Oliver's girlfriend and another girl who came along with us. I was sitting by myself and was over-thinking everything right now.

As we got to the premiere, I was the last to get out. I watched as the girl clung to James' arm and I walked behind them. It kind of hurt that he didn't do anything, and I was so embarrassed right now. I could already hear the articles writing. I felt a hand rest on my arm, and it was Oliver's girlfriend. She gave me a small smile and grabbed my hand as we walked. "Don't think about her." She whispered to me, and I nodded. See, Katy was the only one who knew about part of my insecurities and comforted me when I was feeling down. Oliver gave me a soft smile as well, and we walked the carpet all the way to the tables. The boys told us to wait here while they went to do some interviews. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably as the other girl stared at me, smirking like she had won something. I didn't know what to do, so I just looked down. 

After a bit, the boys came back, taking their seats. What I found ridiculous was that I was sitting across from James, while that girl sat all up and close next to him. I wasn't getting mad like I should have, but I was over-thinking, and my insecurities were beginning to show. I had my head down the whole time, not saying anything. "So, y/n. What do you do for a living? James can't be the only one paying for things." She said in the most mocking voice ever. "Oh, I...uh...am actually unemployed at the moment." I said, not daring to look up. "I figured as much." She said, looking me up and down. I held back the tears as she kept asking me questions about my life, and implying things like I'm just using James. 

Soon though, the movie was starting, and she finally stopped talking. Katy looked over at me, but I looked away. I saw her smirking at me before resting back, leaning on James' arm. I couldn't take it anymore, and quickly got up, rushing out without anyone noticing. I took a cab home, tears welling in my eyes. "Rough night?" The driver asked, and I gave a kind smile. "Yeah. Rough night." I said, and he dropped me off. He was kind enough to not charge me, and just let me go. I smiled before I shut the door, walking up to the house. I took off my shoes as they were hurting me. I unlocked the door, and placed my shoes down. I went upstairs, going to the bathroom. I stared at myself before letting my tears fall, not caring anymore. I slid down the wall, burying my face in my knees as I sobbed my heart out. 

It was probably an hour before I heard the front door open, and I looked up. I got up from the floor, looking at myself in the mirror. Mascara was running down my cheeks, and I just looked hideous. I quickly got makeup wipes and wiped it all away. My eyes were still red and puffy, and I frowned deeply. Tears came to my eyes, but James' voice made me panic. "y/n?! Are you home?!" He called, but I didn't respond. I heard his running footsteps, and turned the water on, pretending to wash my face. The door burst open, and James looked at me wildly. "y/n." He sighed out, but I just turned away from him, going to dry my face. "Baby, please let me explain." He said, and I let out a quiet sob, the emotions getting too much to handle. I stayed turned around, not daring to look at him. He sighed, coming over. 

He held my arm, but I moved from his touch, going to the bed. I sat down, facing the window. James stood behind me, looking down at me. "y/n, please. I didn't realize this-...us was hurting you." He said quietly. I let out a sob, holding my face. "It's not us, James." I said, shaking my head. "It's me." I cried, standing up and turning to him. "Why me? There are girls so much better, more wealthy, more everything than me. That girl, she's a perfect example. She's famous, wealthy, and beautiful. So, why did you choose me?!" I said, screaming at the end. He didn't say anything, just stepping forward. "Because I love you, y/n. I love everything about you. I don't want someone wealthy, or someone famous. They have nothing compared to you. That's why I chose you. Because I love you, y/n." He said, and I stayed silent, turning away from him.

I didn't know what to do, so I just sobbed into my hands, my head telling me all these different things. James wrapped his arms around me, kissing my head. "I am so sorry that I made you feel this way, y/n. I love you so much, and I don't want to lose you. You are perfect to me, and no one else can beat that, okay? I promise that I will make you see that all your insecurities are perfect to me." He said, turning me around. "Okay?" He asked softly, and I nodded. "I love you, so much more than you know y/n." He said, resting his forehead on mine. "I love you too." I whispered, and he gave me a soft smile. He leaned down, giving me a gentle, yet passionate kiss. All my worries washed away in that moment. Nothing was coming in between us, and that was for sure.

[rainybookshop]

Texts from 1917

Fandom: 1917 (College/University AU)

Words: 1288

Read it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36087733

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Tom: I woke up with Schofield

Joe: Called it

Joe: I woke up with Leslie

Tom:...........

Tom: this explains so much

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Tom: hey do you want to go out for breakfast

Will: Did you just send me that from the bathroom?

Will: Tom I’m literally in the next room

Will: I can actually hear you typing

Tom: just answer the question okay

Will: I was going to make us pancakes but sure

Tom: no pancakes is good!

Tom: pancakes is great

Will: You were too nervous to ask in person huh

Tom: ...maybe

Will: you’re so cute, get out here

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Tom: okay Joe just answer me this one thing

Joe: no

Tom: just this one thing and I’ll stop asking I swear

Joe: NO

Tom: does Leslie keep the beanie on when you’re

Tom: you know

Joe: I don’t even want to think about how many times Mum must have dropped you as an infant

Tom: RUDE

Tom: also you’re evading the question so I’m assuming the answer is yes

Joe: ugh FINE tbh we decided to take things slow and get to know each other. That first night we just fell asleep watching a movie.

Tom: wait what

Tom: well that’s

Tom: pretty cute of you really

Joe: I answered you now piss off

Tom: do you pass each other notes in class too

Tom: whisper sweet nothings in his ear

Tom: doodle Mr. Joseph Leslie all over your notebook in hearts

Joe: I’m telling mum you said Mrs. Bowman’s cherry pie was better than hers

Tom: DON’T YOU DARE

Tom: BABE did you know that Joe and Leslie are like. legit dating not even hooking up like who would have guessed

Will: Leslie basically lives in that beanie are you really surprised he has emotional issues

Tom: ajksdfs I almost spit my hot chocolate all over my laptop

Will: Plus there’s nothing wrong with getting to know someone better before you jump into bed with them

Tom: you just couldn’t resist these baby blues huh

Will:..........

Tom: wait really?

Will: Uh honestly yeah that’s pretty much it

Tom: omg

Will: You were smiling a lot and you kept waving your hands around when you were telling your stories

Tom: omg

Will: And then you were so sad when you thought I wanted to leave and well you know the rest

Tom: I’m literally giggling like a schoolgirl this is so fucking cute <3

Will: <3

Tom: there’s a foreign exchange student glaring at me HARD rn

Will: Idk why you even go to the silent floor you’re physically incapable of not talking for 5 minutes

Tom: seriously this dude looks like he’s going to stab me at any second

Will: Do you need me to come get you?

Tom: I’m mostly kidding but also

Tom: yesplease

Will: Be there in 3

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Jondalar to The Convoy Boys group chat

Jondalar: hey Tom do you think you could come pick up Will?

Tom: I thought you were all out for boys night? is he ok??

Jondalar: no no he's fine it's just - well.

Jondalar: Katy Perry came on and he just keeps mumbling about cherry chapstick and scrolling through your Instagram looking kind of sad.

Jondalar: It’s really pathetic but also none of us can deal with his face doing that anymore can you please resolve your fight?

Tom: we didn’t even fight???

Jondalar: oh boy

Tom: he’s just really sweet and romantic yk? and I think my appendix thing really scared him

Rossi: true

Cooke: your face literally lost all colour I didn’t even know a person could do that

Tom: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk I was pretty out of it the whole time

Malky: glad you’re okay man

Singer: ^

Jondalar: ^

Tom: thanks guys :)

Tom: but yeah I’ll come get him

Tom: I might have already been on my way over

Tom: Joe might have kicked me out.

Tom: said I was moping just because Will was gone and I was making him another playlist

Cooke: Doesn’t he already have like 12?

Rossi: Wasn’t the last one just all your feelings about his hands?

Jondalar: oh boy

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Will: Can we watch WWII in color tonight?

Tom: bad day huh?

Will: I’m still stuck in the chem lab, our first test tube exploded and almost started a fire so now we have to redo the whole thing

Tom: you’re a history major why are you even taking chemistry

Will: I ended up in the wrong classroom on the first day and I was too proud to say anything so now I just have to stick it out

Tom: lmfao. wait really??

Will: Lol no I just liked chem in high school and thought it would be a nice break from writing essays

Will: But instead I’m stuck here re-doing an experiment because one of my lab partners might be drunk and the other one got thrown out of Chem II for causing a rat infestation

Tom: I have so many questions but idk if I want to know the answers

Will: I might actually strangle one of them if I have to be here much longer

Tom: I’ll come by in 10 with coffee

Will: I love you

Tom: ….

Will: …

Will: Shit well that’s not how I meant to say it

Tom: it’s ok I know you’re probably exhausted

Will: Well I mean I am but also

Will: I do. I love you, Tom

Tom: I love you too Scho

Tom: I’m also pretty sure everyone in this coffee shop thinks I’m crazy bc I just stared at my phone for a minute straight instead of ordering when it was my turn but

Tom: I don’t care. Hang in there, I’ll see you soon.

Will: See you soon babe <3

Tom: <3 !!

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Joe: [image attached: Blakefield napping.jpg] Seriously what is it with Scho and sleeping on trees

Joe: and ofc course it’s a cherry tree

Joe: Tom and his #aesthetic

Leslie: this is freaking adorable I hate it so much why would you send this to me

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Tom: afjdkalfjdkaslfjdklsafdkslafdskla

Tom: omgomgomg

Tom: Scho HELP

Will: Tom what's happening are you okay???

Tom: so I may have

Tom: acquired a pretty accurate replica

Tom: of a WWI uniform

Tom: and dressed up in it

Will: Holy shit

Tom: and taken a couple of pictures

Tom: to send to you

Tom: obvs

Will: Holy shit.

Tom: except then I might accidentally

Tom: have sent all of them to professor Mackenzie

Tom: like the super scary prof who set us up to fail our midterms like lambs sent to the slaughter

Will: Lmfao seriously?

Will: Wait. How did you even manage to send them to him?

Tom: ....I have him saved in my phone as super scary prof Mackenzie

Tom: which comes right after Scho

Will: Lmao babe you have to admit you might have set yourself up for that one

Tom: ajlkdfjaklfjadlfjdklds NO FUCKING WAY

Tom: he just emailed me BACK

Will: He didn't.

Tom: holy fucking shit he said he "admired my commitment to the historical accuracy" and asked if I'd be willing to put together a full replica for extra credit

Tom: I might actually pass 20th century history omg

Tom: what a fucking roller coaster ride that was

Will: Only you, Tom.

Will: This is the funniest thing that's happened all week but also I love you so much for dressing up in that uniform for me

Tom: well btw

Tom: I'm still wearing it <3

Will: .....

Will: Be there in 2

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Leslie to The Convoy Boys group chat

Leslie: Why is Schofield running across campus?

Jondalar: He said something about Tom and WWI uniforms and just took off

Tom: I can explain

Joe: Do NOT

#blakefield #tom blake #william schofield #1917 #text fic #fluffy humor because we could all use a little silliness rn

[starryeyes-darkestnights]

Show Must Go On

Part 6 of We Dance Together Now

An O’Knutzy au where Leo and Logan are still playing for the Lions, but Finn is a musician/grad student they met by chance on a roadie in Montreal.

Read Part 5 here: 

Part 5 - Gold Rush

I also stuck this up on AO3, my username there is the same :)

As always, these beautiful characters and their world belong to the incredible @lumosinlove ! Her work is amazing, and I’m so happy to get to play with some of the people and places she’s created <3

The songs I referenced in here are Show Must Go On- Queen (briefly), I Wanna Dance With Somebody- Whitney Houston, and Ocean Eyes- Billie Eilish. 

I hope you like it!!!

@sunflowerfox87 thanks for requesting to be tagged in updates! :)

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Logan

Logan stood nervously in front of the door to Finn and Leo’s apartment, wishing for the hundredth time that day that he hadn’t given in to Leo’s badgering to come by before Finn’s show tonight.

He was not looking forward to dealing with the consequences of his spiral last night. But he also didn’t want things to stay messed up between them, the way they had been that morning.

What he did want, was to pretend the whole thing had never happened. So, he’d spent his day searching for reasons to delay coming over, prolonging the amount of time he could spend not dealing with it.

But eventually he had run out of excuses, so now he was here. He could hear laughter coming from inside. That seemed like a good sign. He reached up and knocked before he could talk himself out of it, listening to the familiar sound of footsteps crossing the entryway.

Then Leo was there, smiling and holding open the door, still in the sweats he wore home from practise.

“Hey Tremz, come on in.”

Logan never been good at faking smiles, so he just nodded down at Leo’s legs, “Nice pants. You should have told me it was dress-down day at the Burrow.”

Leo just gave him a sarcastic look. “Ha ha. Very funny. I’m on my way to get changed now. Finn’s in the kitchen. Eat something if you’re hungry. I’ll be right back.”

He seemed like his usual self. That made Logan feel a bit better. Maybe he’d overreacted. Maybe everything was fine.

Leo left for his room, and Logan headed over to where Finn was finishing up the dishes in the kitchen.

“Hey, Fish.” He took a seat at the island, hoping he sounded normal too.

Finn turned at the greeting, his face lighting up when he caught sight of Logan.

“Lo! Hey. You’re here. How were the kids?”

Part of Logan’s procrastination that afternoon had involved volunteering to spend several hours playing a pickup game with the Dumais kids and their friends at the outdoor rink near their house- something he liked, but certainly wouldn’t have brushed off Leo and Finn for any other day.

“They’re good. Katie’s getting pretty cocky on the ice. I think she’s gonna end up as a captain one day.”

“Ah. Good for her.”

“Yeah.”

An awkward silence fell. Finn fidgeted with a dish towel, smiling nervously at him. Finn was never nervous.

Ok, so things were definitely not fine. Logan felt guilty as he remembered the laughter he had heard through the door. He didn’t want to be the cause of another ruined evening.

Leo reappeared at the other end of the kitchen island. “Do you want a drink, Tremz?”

“I’m sorry.” Logan blurted out.

Leo and Finn both looked surprised at his apology.

“Sorry… for what, exactly?” asked Leo, looking confused.

Logan was already regretting saying anything. But he was committed now. “Uh… for this morning. And last night, I guess. I was in a weird ass mood, and I didn’t mean to be weird to you guys too. I’m good now, though, so Finn, you can stop being all nervous around me. I don’t want to fuck up the evening. This is stupid.”

Finn jumped in to reassure him. “What? No, Logan, no, we were all weird this morning, don’t worry about that. That’s not what…”

He stopped suddenly, and shot a glance at Leo, looking even more nervous than he had a few moments before. Leo nodded back, subtly, but Logan caught it.

Now he was confused. What the hell was that?

He watched as Finn took the few steps around the island to stand next to Leo, who was looking at Logan with careful eyes.

“Tremz, we wanted to talk to you about something, if that’s ok?”

It was an innocuous question, but something in Leo’s voice put Logan on hyper alert. He jerked his attention to Finn, who was looking nervously up at Leo. He felt a chill go straight through his chest and settle in the pit of his stomach.

Oh.

He forced his eyes down to where their fingers were touching on the countertop.

Shit.

He stood up quickly, his chair screeching loudly as it slid back on the tiles. He couldn’t look away from their hands.

Leo followed his gaze down and yanked his arm back toward himself. “Lo…”

“Non.” He interrupted, “Non. Désolé. It’s good. That’s good, I- I am happy for you guys.” He swung his eyes wildly around the room, looking for an escape. He needed to leave, to get out, but Leo and Finn were standing between him and the front door.

He backed up a few steps, nearly tripping on the chair he didn’t remember knocking over as he remembered the balcony door. He grabbed for it, yanking it open and rushing out, sliding it closed behind himself.

He slid down the wall next to the door. Out of sight. Déjà vu. Just like that morning.

He was dizzy.

Breathe, Logan. He sucked in the fresh air. Once. Twice. Three times.

He tried to let the evening breeze calm him. He was making this into a scene again. He needed to pull it together before it became a thing.

He tried to reason with himself. You saw this coming. You know how well they fit together. You’ve suspected it since Ilvermorny.

He had even thought he would be ok with it.

He hadn’t known it would feel like this, though.

Just get it together. Make it through the night. That’s all you have to do. You can do it.

He gave himself to the count of 5 to compose himself, and then stood and slid the door back open. He stayed where he was, though, and waited for them to join him. He could do this, but he couldn’t do it inside, where he couldn’t breathe.

When Leo and Finn came, neither of them stood between him and the door, and Logan was grateful.

“Lo…” Leo’s voice was hesitant. “You didn’t let us finish.”

“Oui, je sais, I’m sorry, I was just surprised.” He plastered a smile on his face. “But, uh, congratulations?”

Finn shook his head. “That’s not really what we wanted to talk to you about. Or, I mean, it is, but that’s not all of it.”

It seemed to Logan like that first bombshell was more than enough information for the day, but he didn’t want to make this worse, so he went along with it anyway. “Ok. What else?”

Leo took back over, speaking slowly, like he was considering each word before he said it. “So… this afternoon, Finn and I talked, and we realized that maybe this—” He gestured between the three of them. “Us. Isn’t what we thought it was.”

Logan wasn’t following. Finn noticed and tried to explain.

“I told Leo, or, well, I guess I didn’t tell him, I kind of just sang at him, but it mostly got the point across, and—”

“Finn.” Leo cut him off, gently.  

Finn flushed. “Right. Sorry. The point,” his voice softened, “is that I made him aware that the feelings I had for him were more than just friendship. Which you figured out. But we also talked about the fact that… well, we know you feel the same way about him too.”

Finn’s voice was gentle, cautious but his words cut through Logan anyway. He felt the panic start to rise again. Fuck.

“What are you talking about?” Logan knew his words were sharper than they needed to be, but he couldn’t bring himself to temper them.

“Logan, it’s ok. I promise. That’s how I feel about you too.” Leo rushed, all of his previous caution gone. “And it’s how I feel about Finn, and I also know that’s how you feel about Finn. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other, and I’ve been looking at you both the same way. You just didn’t notice. None of us noticed.”

Logan was frozen in place, his eyes zigzagging wildly between the two men standing across from him.

They knew. They knew.

“What the fuck?”

He couldn’t deny it. He didn’t know if he wanted to deny it.

“Leo. Finn. What the fuck??”

Finn took a step forward, wide brown eyes completely unguarded as they locked onto Logan’s. His vulnerability sent Logan’s heart spinning. “We wanted to talk to you. We wanted to see if you wanted this too. If there was a way, if there was any way, that we could make this work. All of us. Do you think there could be?”

All of us. Logan hadn’t known that was a thing that could happen. But now that the idea was in front of him, it felt right. Like it had been right all along. His heart soared. Of course he wanted it too. With every fibre of his being, he wanted it. They liked him. They wanted him.

He could never have them.

Reality came crashing down around him.

He forced himself to answer Finn’s question.

“It doesn’t matter what I want, Finn. I can’t—” He looked at Leo. He would understand. “Leo. It can’t work out like this.”

“It can, Logan. As long as we are all on the same page, it can.”

Leo didn’t understand. Suddenly Logan felt very alone. His temper flared.

“You know it’s not that easy, Leo.” He snapped. “It doesn’t work like that! It can’t work like that. We are in the NHL, Nut! The NHL. We’ve worked our whole lives for this, and you’ve seen how people are. Look at what happened to Cap!”

Leo hadn’t been there at All-Stars after everything that happened to Sirius and Loops. He didn’t see how bad it got, how many phone calls Sirius had to take from Coach, how scared he was that entire weekend. Logan had taken his phone and deleted every social media app he had, but he had still been bombarded with hate from hockey fans and, worse, from people within the league itself.

Leo’s voice was firmer now. “Exactly, Logan. Look at Sirius. At his example. He is our captain. He is our gay captain, who is still very much playing in the NHL. And not just playing. He’s leading the league.”

“That is the POINT, Nut! He is the captain. He is arguably the best player in the league right now. And there were still that many people trying to kick him out! This is my second season. You’re a rookie. Do you really think people are going to go to bat for us like they did for him? For the two newest, youngest players on the team? We are expendable!”

He had thought about this. About the impossibility of it all. From the moment he had recognized his feelings for Leo, he had known it would never work.

He waited for Leo to get it now, to agree. But instead, Leo just moved to lean against the wall next to him, keeping a few feet between them. His voice was gentle when he replied.

“Yes, Logan. I do think they would go to bat for us. I know Sirius would. Coach would. Alice would. I’m not saying we should do anything publicly, but behind the scenes, you know that they would work to help protect us in the case that anything ever came out in the future.”

He shifted, turning so that he could look Logan in the eye for what he said next. “It was never going to be easy for people like us, Tremz. I’m terrified too. I never meant to be in this position either, but we are, and… what happened with Sirius…” He shook his head, his gaze dropping. It was still hard for him to think about too, Logan realized. “…what happened with Sirius showed us that the people who matter, the people we need to have our backs, will. We are allowed to live, Logan.”

Logan had never wanted something to be true so badly. He ran over Leo’s words in his mind. We are allowed to live.

“I don’t want to lie, Leo. I don’t want to hide. That’s not who I am.”

“We don’t have to. We can tell the people who matter, Lo. It’s nobody else’s business. It’s only about what makes us comfortable. What makes us happy. Neither of us are ever going to push you into anything you don’t want, or that you aren’t ready for. I just don’t ever want you to think that you can’t have what will make you happy. You deserve to be happy. Whether it’s with us or not.”

Logan listened to the kindness in Leo’s voice, and felt the fight drain out of him. He was so tired of constantly battling against himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. That fire that always burned inside him had fizzled out, leaving him with nothing but the feelings he had been trying to push away for months. Feelings for the two people who were standing right in front of him, right now, telling him that they wanted him too. That he could have them, too. That he could have this, and his career, and it could work.

He wanted to believe it.

He looked up at Leo, beside him. At Finn, standing quietly across from him. He tried to imagine walking away from them right now. It made him feel sick.

Finn spoke into the silence. “Logan, I can’t pretend to understand what your job is like. And I won’t try. But I do need you to know that I am here, and I’m not going anywhere, no matter what you decide to do. I’ll always be here, in whatever capacity you need.”

Logan’s throat tightened at Finn’s words and suddenly he knew that he was done. It was over. He was going to trust them. Relief flooded through him as he accepted it.

He didn’t want to talk anymore, but he knew they needed to hear him say it. So he pulled together as much composure as he could and tried his best.

“I didn’t want to want you. I tried so hard not to want you. I told myself so many times that I could do it, that I could keep my feelings under control.” His voice was shaky. He looked at Leo. At Finn. “But you took over everything. Everything.”

He breathed out the next words as he felt himself moving closer to Finn. “I don’t want to fight it anymore. I can’t- I just want—” He hoped they could understand what he was trying to say.

It seemed that they did, because suddenly they were both right in front of him, and one of his hands was behind Finn’s neck, and the other was desperately reaching out for Leo and finally- finally- he stopped fighting against himself.

He pulled Finn to him, and then Finn’s lips were on his lips, and Leo’s were on his jaw, and all of his senses were lit up like a lightning storm. In that moment, his entire world was just that apartment, that balcony, those boys. He let himself get lost in the feeling of it all, pulling away from Finn to connect with Leo, pulling away from Leo to let them connect with each other. Everything was so bright.

It felt like forever, and not long enough, when they finally took a moment to catch their breath. Logan let his eyes roam over their tangled forms from where he was still wrapped around Leo, and let out a quiet, wonder-filled laugh. Leo turned to him and tilted his head in question, his chest still heaving where Finn was resting against it. Logan just leaned in and kissed him again, gently this time. He leaned their foreheads together and touched his fingertips to Leo’s lips. “Quand je t'embrasse… je vois des couleurs.”

Leo’s shining blue eyes softened at that, and Logan felt his grip tighten around his waist before Finn, never a fan of being left out, started to complain. “Hey! Don’t speak French. That looked cute. I want to hear the cute things! What did he say?”

Logan laughed, and Leo grinned at him mischievously before turning back to Finn. “Logan’s vision goes all technicolour when he kisses us.”

Logan’s jaw dropped mid-laugh. “Nutty! That is not what I said! It was much nicer when I said it. You make it sound like a bad Austin Powers scene.” He pouted.

Finn laughed back and ran a thumb along Logan’s lower lip, erasing the pout. “Well, if you would speak English in the first place, you wouldn’t have to rely on a faulty translator.”

It was Leo’s turn to protest. “Hey! I’m not faulty!” He paused, fighting back a smirk. “I’m freestyling.”

“Oh, fuck off!” Logan laughed and gave him a shove. Leo was just reaching out to retaliate when Finn’s phone interrupted, suddenly blasting Show Must Go On at an absolutely obnoxious volume.

All three of them startled, Leo and Logan freezing with Logan’s hand still twisted in the shoulder of Leo’s shirt. Finn frantically spun around, looking for the source of the music.

He finally spotted his phone on an end table and scooped it up, silencing it with a relieved sigh before looking over to where Logan was staring at him incredulously.

“… what?” He looked a little suspicious as he tucked his phone back into his pocket.

“What do you mean, ‘what’? Was that an alarm?? Why don’t you have beeps like a normal person?? Merde, Harz, you scared the shit out of us.”

“It’s Finn, Lo. He used a song to start this party, of course he’s going to use one to end it.” Leo’s voice was playful. Finn wrinkled his nose at them.

“Beeps are boring.” He crossed his arms defensively. “Music is more fun. And it’s my reminder that I have a show tonight. Hence—” He swept his arms dramatically out over the balcony railing and bowed to an imaginary crowd, “—'Show Must Go On’.” He spun back to smile brightly at the two of them. “It’s perfect. You’re just a hater.”

Leo laughed, but Logan was still stuck on what Leo had said.

“Hold on, Nut, back up. You said he used a song to start this party? Finn said he sang things at you. Can I know the story?” He wanted to know how they had gotten up the nerve to set this in motion.

“Oh,” Leo turned to Finn, who nodded even though he suddenly looked uncharacteristically self-conscious, “I kind of walked in on Finn playing a song about us this afternoon. When I got back from practise.”

“A song about us? Like, he wrote it? About us?” That was not what he expected. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it- after all, he hadn’t exactly been his best self around Finn recently.

“Ya, that was pretty much my reaction while I listened, too. That’s what finally made us talk about all of this. It’s a beautiful song. Prettier than either of us, that’s for sure.” He teased

“Hey, speak for yourself, I am very pretty.” Logan retorted reflexively, but he was distracted.

He had been watching Finn as Leo talked, and he noticed him doing the thing he always did when they brought up his music, twisting his hands together and looking anywhere but at them- looking, in fact, like he would rather be doing anything else than talking about his music. He’d never asked him about it before, but he’d always wondered.

“Finn?”

“Hmm?” Finn looked up, a smile returning like it had never left.

“Why do you do that? Look away when we talk about your music?”

“Oh. Umm…” Finn looked surprised, his eyes going wide before darting back down again. He opened his mouth as if to continue, but closed it again without speaking.

Logan felt Leo’s hand tighten around his shoulder, but he ignored the gentle warning and barrelled on.

“You’re good, Finn. Like, really good. As in, you could do this as a career, good. So why are you so shy when we say that?”

Finn didn’t look back up, and when he replied, his voice was small, and quiet. Not at all like Finn.

“I can’t, actually.” He scuffed his shoe against a mark on the balcony floor.

Logan tilted his head, puzzled. “Can’t what?” He prodded gently.

Finn took a breath and looked back up a Logan, his jaw set. “I can’t do music professionally. I tried. That’s why I moved to Gryffindor. I spent the first few years here only going to school part-time, and spending as much time as I could just writing, and practising, and playing any venue that would have me. I have knocked on every single record label door in this city. Multiple times. They don’t want me. And it took me a long time to understand that. So, I gave that dream up. Now I just play for fun. For me.”

Logan was stunned. “Finn, I’m sorry, I—”

Finn cut him off, his expression softening. “No, Lo, you don’t have anything to be sorry for. I should have told you guys that before. It’s not like it’s a big secret. I just… it’s hard. It’s hard to hear people say nice things about my music when I know it’s not good enough. You know? So I don’t always like talking about it. And it’s also… I mean, you’re both professional athletes. I’m so proud of you guys all the time, because you know what it’s like to work hard for what you want and to actually achieve it. And I didn’t want you to think less of me because I couldn’t do that.”

“Finn…” Leo started to reach out, but pulled his hand back. “I am so sorry if we’ve ever done anything to give you the impression that we would ever judge you. I promise, nothing you’ve ever said to us, today or any other day, could ever make me think less of you.”

Finn chuckled a bit, still looking at the ground. “I know. Logically, I know that. But sometimes it takes my heart a while to catch up to my brain.” He studied them for a moment before continuing. “I am really glad that you like my songs though. That makes me happy.”

“Like them?” Leo scoffed. “Finn, I threw away every rule I’d given myself and kissed you after you sang to me. I more than like your music.”

Finn actually laughed then, finally, and stepped toward them. Logan watched him reach out for their hands and slide their fingers together. He rubbed his thumb along the edge of Finn’s calloused fingers, imaging the guitar strings underneath them.

“That means a lot. Really. It took me a while to be able to write again after I finally realized it wasn’t going to happen.” He chewed his lip as he considered his words. “I was in a pretty dark place. It was Molly, actually, at the Burrow, who convinced me to let the music pull me out of it. And she was right, of course. Once I stopped trying to think of every lyric as a job application, I was able to actually enjoy it again, to remember why I loved it in the first place. It’s how I sort out my thoughts when everything is too messy in my head.”

Something shook loose in Logan’s memory then. “Wait… that song. The one you played the first night we came to see you here. There was a line… ‘I remember nights when art didn’t feel like work’. You said it was about moving to Gryffindor but… is this what it was actually about? Is that what you felt like?”

Finn looked surprised. “You remember that?”

“Yes. I also remember telling you that I liked that song and wanted to download it, so you should have known I would remember it.” he teased.

Finn grinned at him. “I thought you were just being nice. And yes, that is what that song was about. But, if it’s ok, I don’t really want to talk about it anymore right now.” His expression grew mischievous as he pulled himself closer to Logan, and to Leo. “I have two beautiful, perfect men standing on my balcony that I would very much like to—”

His phone blared from his pocket again.

“No!” Finn yanked it out of his pocket, silenced it, and threw it grumpily onto the chair cushion. “Rude. How did that go by so fast?”

Leo laughed, reaching his hands above his head for a lazy stretch before pulling Finn’s head in for a hug. “So, is that our siren call? Do we have to head out now?”

Finn sighed, deeply and dramatically. “Yes. The time has come, my friends. It’s to the plank we go.”

“Oh, shut up,” Logan grinned, ruffling Finn’s hair. “You love the Burrow.”

“I would love it more if it wasn’t interrupting this.”

“We have all night to do more of this.” Leo reminded him. “Lo and I have the day off tomorrow, and you don’t have class on the weekends.”

“That’s true.” Finn perked up. “You always were the smart one, Marigold. Ok, let’s go!”

Finn ducked out of Leo’s reach as the younger boy tried to retaliate against the nickname Finn only ever used to annoy him. The two of them were laughing now, but Logan felt his anxiety start to rise up at the thought of leaving the apartment, of going into a public space.

He reached out an arm to catch Finn on his way through the door. “Wait. Just… one second.”

Finn and Leo both stopped, looking at him curiously. He suddenly felt self-conscious.

“Um, before we go, can we just… can we agree that this is just between us? Just for now?”

Leo moved to stand directly in front of him, right next to Finn. He waited until Logan met his eyes, and then held them, steady.

“Logan. Of course. We told you we have no intention of doing anything you aren’t ready for and we meant it. And you’re not alone. I don’t think either of us is ready for this to be between anyone but us right now either.”

Finn nodded his agreement. “For everyone else, we are just three best friends, going to a coffee shop to watch a show and drink some liquid sugar. It’s us, Logan. You’re safe with us. I promise.” He grinned and shoved Logans hat down over his eyes. “Now seriously. Let’s go before I kiss one of you again and miss my start time.”

---

Finn

It was the longest show of Finn’s life. He tried his best to be in the moment, but all he could think of was how badly he wanted to be back at the apartment, with the two men he absolutely could not look at the entire time he played.

He had glanced over when he had finished his set-up, taking a moment before starting to just remind himself that they were real, that all of this was real.

Leo had been laughing at something Logan said, and Logan was watching him from across the table with a look that tugged at Finn’s heartstrings. He would never get over it- these two athletes with their strong postures and broad shoulders, their open smiles, and beautiful eyes. One so kind, and steady, and sure, the other so wild and passionate. And they wanted him. It was insane. Leo had noticed Finn watching and sent him a smile that made his heart skip, and Finn knew if he wanted to get through the set, he couldn’t look over again. It was a weird moment for him, as he remembered how awful it had been the first time he’d thought that exact thing, in this same place, at the first show they had ever come to see him play. This time he had a much happier reason to avoid looking their way.

Finn worked his way through the setlist he had rehearsed, trying his best to be present and give the audience his best. It was an easy enough set, all cover songs he had played a hundred times before. He decided at the last minute to throw in a new cover of one of his favourite Eagles songs, taking a quick glance to see that Leo caught the joke. He did, and Finn watched him lean over to explain it to Logan before he had to look away.

For once, the boys were ready to go immediately after he finished cleaning up. He stuck around long enough to give Molly a hug, feeling particularly sentimental toward her after that afternoon, and then they were all piled into his car and blasting Leo’s 90s pop playlist with the windows down.

Finn felt lighter than he had in a very long time. The weight of his secrets was finally off his shoulders, and the knowledge that when they got home he could kiss the boys currently screaming along to Christina Aguilera in the passenger seats of his car eclipsed all his other worries.

They managed to keep it together for the entire walk up from the parking lot, but as soon as the door shut behind them, Logan had Finn pinned up against it. Leo linked back up to the Bluetooth system and Whitney Houston’s I Wanna Dance With Somebody blared through the apartment. Finn laughed into Logan’s mouth when he heard it, pushing him forward into the living room and shoving the coffee table out of the way as Leo danced up behind them.

Leo grabbed Logan’s hands and drew him in for his own kiss, dipping him low and spinning around to twirl him away and pull Finn in. The air was electric as they moved: spinning and touching and kissing and jumping. Too full of dizzy energy to stay in one spot for more than the amount of time it took to pull in close and explode apart. They were sweating and panting and laughing in the dim lighting, reveling in each other’s touch as they danced together in a way they’d never been able to before.

At one point, Finn had tried to step back from the chaos, to let Leo and Logan have a moment while he tried to take it all in. But Leo had reeled him back in close instead, pulling Logan in to sandwich him from the other side.

“We dance together now.” he had said, voice low and confident in their ears.

His words had lit Finn up, set his mind reeling with everything that had happened in the past 12 hours, with the feeling of having both boys there in his arms. He didn’t think he would ever be calm again.

But as the night wore on the energy gradually shifted, and by the time Ocean Eyes came up on the playlist, Finn was finally slowing down. Logan was next, dropping his head to Finn’s shoulder, and then Leo wrapped his long arms around both of them, swaying together as the lyrics washed over them. They were quiet together then, just breathing in each other’s presence. Finn buried his face in Logan’s dark curls, and felt Logan reaching for Leo’s hand. Leo had his chin resting on Finn’s head, and Finn had never felt more right than he did in that moment. He sang along quietly to the lyrics, relishing the way Logan sank further into him as he did.

As the final notes played out, Leo pulled away long enough to switch off his phone. They collapsed together on the couch then, somehow even more wound together than they had been before. Finn wasn’t sure he ever wanted to be farther apart from them than this, ever again.

---

Leo

The three of them sat in silence for a few moments, hands roaming and fingers tangling together as they settled down. Leo couldn’t stop pressing kisses to Finn’s temple.

It was Logan who eventually broke their silence, sighing contentedly from where he was burrowed low in between them.

“I like this apartment.” His voice was soft as his fingertips traced shapes on Leo’s leg.

Leo caught Finn’s eye before the two of them looked over at him.

“You do?” Finn asked.

“Ya.” He paused for moment, looking thoughtful. “It reminds me of the woods, back home.”

That made Finn smile. “Lo, we don’t have so much as a potted plant in here.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Logan looked a little embarrassed then. “I meant like, mentally. I don’t know. It’s kind of stupid, actually. Never mind.”

Leo pulled Logan a little tighter. “Hey, no. Keep going. We want to know.”

“We do.” Finn agreed, running a finger down the length of Logan’s nose before leaning down to kiss the tip of it. “Please tell us?”

Logan rolled his eyes, but he was smiling again now. He shoved himself up to actually sit properly on the couch between them.  “I just… at home, when I’m hiking or camping, it’s just quiet.”

Finn turned to fully face Logan, his arms wrapped around his legs and chin resting on his knees. Leo leaned against his end of the couch as they listened to Logan talk.

Logan continued. “It’s just you, you know? There are no other voices around to get in your head, nothing to worry about or stress over, and it’s… free, I guess. I’m free in the woods” He paused for a moment, looking like he was trying to decide whether to say more. Leo ran a reassuring hand down his arm and wove their fingers together.

Logan smiled down to where they connected, took a breath, and continued, “It’s the only place where I didn’t have to pretend. Where I could let myself feel all of the things I needed to feel. Admit things to myself that I never could have when there were other people around. Other reminders of the real world, you know?” He looked up at Leo. “It’s the place where I finally accepted that what I felt for you was much, much different than what I was supposed to feel for a teammate. It’s a safe place.”

Leo was looking at Logan. This impossibly beautiful boy. Logan was looking back at him, evergreen eyes open and unguarded. It made Leo’s stomach flip. He reached out for Logan then, and pulled him close.

Finn spoke up, quietly, from where he still sat. “And that’s what you feel when you’re here?”

Logan nodded. “Ya. That’s how I feel when I’m here.”

Leo watched Finn melt, sliding down the couch to hug Logan from the other side. “That makes me so happy. I want this to always be that place for you.” He whispered, twining his fingers with Leo’s where they rested on Logan’s chest.

“You’re that place for us, Lo.” Leo pressed their hands firmly against Logan’s heartbeat. “You make us feel safe too.”

After a moment, Logan cleared his throat and spoke again.

“Those woods are also the first place I accidentally drunk-peed on a skunk.”

That pulled a surprised, and probably highly unattractive, snort out of Leo.

Finn pulled back to look at Logan incredulously, “I’m sorry, the FIRST time?!?”

Logan just grinned in response.

“Please tell me that’s a real story.”

“It is.”

“Tell it to us, right now!” Finn demanded gleefully.

Logan laughed again as he leaned back into the couch cushions to start his story. Leo took a second to just take it all in. Logan, care-free and laughing. Finn, eyes glowing with delighted anticipation.

He sent out a silent thank you to whatever part of the universe had worked its magic in the last 24 hours, and settled in to listen, arms wrapped around both of the boys.

His boys.

---

#lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #Coast To Coast #o'knutzy

[baby-bearie]

this is love

jj maybank x reader

tags:@sunflowermotel @howdyherron @drew-starkey @yelyahryan @obxwriterfan @avashroom @rewindlr @raekenliar @imsad05 @ceruleanjj @dolanfivsosxox @maybe-maybanks @katie-avery @maraseavey @outerbanqs @heyhargrove

a/n: this is heavily inspired by the short story “The Way We Love Here” by Dhonielle Clayton from the book Meet-Cute (my favorite book ever you should read it). and definitely an odd choice for a jj fic but i kind of liked it! you know, believe in magic every once in a while!

warnings: mention of violence, a few swear words

You study the wavy line across your wrist. It’s still so bare. You’re not old enough for the thin tattoo to have developed, grown a pattern, vines, anything. 

This is the way soulmates find each other. 

Everybody is born with a tattoo across their wrist. A simplistic line. A variety of them. Dotted lines, wavy lines, straight lines, diagonals. All of your possible soulmates have the same type of design. And as you grow older, as you get closer to learning how to love someone and love yourself, the lines develop. Some grow a mixture of flowers and vines, some develop a stripey pattern or more lines. But once it’s done developing, the tattoo matches the one on the wrist of your one true love. 

You’re young, too young for the tattoo to be developing. It’s okay. 

You can wait. 

You can wait, knowing he’s out there. He’s out there and one day he’ll be yours and you’ll be his. 

Until then, you have no knowledge of love. To love, to be loved, it’s all so foreign. You’re sure you won’t even know love when it does finally hit you. 

That is, to love someone new. 

You love your family. You love your dog. You love the feel of the wind in your hair on evening bike rides. You love sitting on the steps of your house and watching the people pass by. And you love surfing. 

More than anything, you love surfing. 

You’ve paddled out onto the water a while ago. Your hair is dripping with saltwater, and you now straddle your board, legs dipped into the blue. 

It’s so peaceful out here. The sun is setting now, dipping under the water, casting an array of pinks and oranges over the waves. 

At times like this you wish he would hurry up and find you. 

You wonder if he’s not ready and that’s why your line hasn’t developed. 

You think you are. 

“Hey!” You hear a deep voice yell out. You look up from your hand and see a boy on a board paddling towards you. 

“Hey.” You call back. You don’t know him. He paddles closer and closer, and you see that his hair is blonde, and just as soaked as yours. Locks fall onto his forehead. 

“I was watching you surf earlier. You’re, uh, you’re pretty good,” he smiles. It’s a pretty smile. 

“Thanks. You too.” That’s a lie. You haven’t seen him surf. 

“I’m JJ, by the way.” 

“Y/n.”

“That’s a nice name.” “Is that all you came to ask me about?”

You don’t mean to snap at him, but your evening surf is usually to decompress. Take in the sunset and just think for a while. “I came to ask why you stopped.” “To watch the sunset.” “You weren’t really, though. You were watching your board, more like.” 

Well, he’s a no bullshit type of guy, isn’t he. 

You hold up your wrist. There’s no point in keeping anything from this stranger. You probably won’t see him again. 

He smiles and holds up his wrist in return. So he is from here, if he has the tattoo. 

As you lean forward to look at it, you’re surprised to see the same wavy line on your wrist. 

This boy could possibly be your soulmate. He’s cute, you’ll give him that. He’s also annoying. You’ll give him that, too. 

He uses his hand to push his hair back. 

“I don’t meet many people with my mark.” You nod at his wrist. 

“Yeah, me neither. Only like, 4 or 5.” 

It’s quiet and you appreciate it, savor it before he starts talking again. 

“You know, they say if you touch someone with the same mark, you can see your possible futures together.”

Oh, so he’s crazy too. 

“Yeah, they also say that you could die if you do that.” He shrugs. 

“Fuck it. What have you got to lose?” “This. Sunsets. My family. The water.” 

“I think you got a hell of a lot more to gain.” He argues. 

“Yeah? Like what?” You scoff. 

“Me,” he smiles, a wide one. “No, I don’t know what your plan is here, but we are not doing this.” “Come on, it could be fun. How often do you get this chance?”

“How often do I get the chance to die? You’re right, not often. I like to avoid it when I do.” “You won’t die. I promise! I’m pretty sure they just made that up to scare little kids.” “Did anyone ever tell you you’re like really good at reassuring people?” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm. He laughs. “Oh, yeah, all the time.” 

It’s silent for another second. 

JJ’s proposition settles in and you realize you really don’t have anything to lose. 

You’ve grown sick of waiting. 

“I’ll do it.” 

JJ’s eyes widen almost cartoonishly and his eyebrows jump a mile up. 

“Really?”

You bite your lip. There’s no backing out from here.

“Yes.”

“Ok, ok, let’s do this.” JJ slips off his board and begins to tread water to stay floating. You follow suit, slipping into the water. 

“3, 2, 1,” he counts before you dunk underwater. 

Once the waves have enveloped you completely, you open your eyes. 

JJ is looking at you, and you nearly laugh at how much he looks like a pufferfish with his cheeks puffed out. His hair is sticking up all around his head and yours floats around you. 

He raises his eyebrows at you, and you can almost hear the “sure?” he would ask you if he could talk. 

You nod and he puts his hand up. 

You close your eyes for a second, remembering how the water feels around you, trying to sear it into your memory before you open your eyes. You press your hand up against JJ’s. 

The lines connect. 

Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, the deep, dark water around you begins to swirl. It begins to create a whirlpool around the two of you, and you turn to JJ with panicked eyes. 

He seems completely calm, but you can’t breathe and you’re now sure that this is how you die.

What a way to die. 

JJ grabs your other hand with his free one, squeezing it. It grounds you. The water is faster now, nearly cyclonic. 

You close your eyes as JJ closes his, and you can’t remember if the water is spinning or you are. 

Suddenly, you can no longer hear the rush of the water anymore. You open your eyes, and find you’re on dry land. You gasp for breath. 

You swivel your eyes around, trying to spot something that will clue you into where you are. 

JJ is nowhere in sight. 

It’s cold out, and you’re wearing a huge sweater. It’s definitely not yours. You’re in the middle of the street. By the look of it, you’re still in the Cut. 

A door swings open in a house near you. You turn to look at it and a familiar face runs out. “Y/n!” JJ yells. 

“JJ!” You’re overcome with a sense of familiarity and comfort at the sight of him. He’s no longer in his swim trunks either. He wears a t-shirt and cargo shorts. You don’t know how you know, but you know the t-shirt smells like JJ. Saltwater, pine trees and freshly cut grass. 

He rushes to meet you in the middle of the street. 

His hands cup your cheeks, and his eyes are filled with concern. 

It feels safe. 

“Are you ok? Nothing hurts?” His eyes wash over you, and by the look in them you know he feels the weird sense of comfort too. 

“I’m okay. Are you?” 

JJ nods. 

“Where the hell are we?” You look around you. 

“My house.” He turns back and waves towards the small house. 

“What are we doing here?” 

“I don’t know. Is that my sweater?” JJ points to the comfy clothes you have on. 

You’re about to tell him you don’t know when you realize you do, and it is his. You nod. 

“What future is this?”

JJ’s face lights up as if he’s been reminded of who he is. “We’re in love.” “We’re in love?” You ask him apprehensively, but suddenly the memories rush back to you too. 

Nights together on a couch you seem to know. Wearing his sweater everytime he tries to wear it out anywhere. His lips on your shoulder. A loud bonfire and an arm around your waist. 

“We’re in love.” You’re dumbfounded this has worked. 

“Can I try something, then?” He’s looking at your lips and you nod. If you’re going to have your first kiss, this is as good a time as any. 

He could be your soulmate, right? He leans in and meets your lips and you can’t begin to explain the warmth that spreads over you. 

It feels like you’ve felt it a million times before. But it still feels beautiful. 

He pulls away and both of you are breathless. 

“Woah,” he whispers, and you begin to notice that the water is rushing around your ears again. 

You close your eyes and you’re underwater again. The water is still swirling and you don’t dare open your eyes. 

You hold your breath, the pressure building on your chest until the rushing suddenly stops. 

You open your eyes and you’re standing outside a huge marble stone house front. There’s a small statue next to you and you know for sure you’re not in the Cut anymore. 

You look at yourself in a window. You’re wearing a peach silk dress. The straps are thin, and your hair is immaculately curled. You look outside and recognize the function. Midsummers. You’ve never been a part of Midsummers. 

You know this means change for you and JJ. You’re not sure what kind of change. You’re not sure who you are. 

A man in a suit approaches you and offers you a glass of champagne. You accept it and before he can leave, you stop the man. 

“Hey, what am I doing here?” 

He laughs a little as if you’ve made a joke. 

“It is your house, Mrs. Thornton.” 

Mrs. Thornton?

You look down at your hand and a dazzling diamond ring graces your ring finger. 

Mrs. Thornton. 

The memories flood back into your head. Topper Thornton. Overseas vacations. Private planes. Designer dresses, personal servants, golfing. 

“There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Another unfamiliar man approaches you, and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“Topper.” The name comes to you. 

“The party’s started, what’re you doing in here?”

“Just needed a couple seconds.”

He nods reluctantly but leaves you in the room, returning outside. 

“Mrs. Thornton? Really? There’s a future where you pick this Kook over me?” You turn and JJ is standing there, smirking at you. 

“Oh, thank god, I was so scared I wouldn’t find you.” You sigh in relief. 

“Look at you, all dolled up.” He sticks his hands in his pockets. 

You take in his neatly brushed hair, and the suit. It’s the same suit the man who offered you champagne wore. 

“You’re not here for the party are you?” You give JJ a sad look. “No, actually, I think I’m here catering?” he laughs. 

“JJ,” you begin. He shakes his head. 

“No, it’s okay, I wouldn’t want to be a part of this life if I could.” 

“Right,” you nod, but somewhere deep down you have the feeling that if you could, you would give him this life in a heartbeat. 

Your eyebrows furrow. You still love JJ in this future. 

“You feel it too?” 

You nod. 

“I guess it just,” he pauses to shrug, “didn’t work out in this timeline.” 

You look out the window again and meet your husband's eyes. They’re angry and dark. Topper begins moving towards you. 

A feeling of terror and anxiety settles in your stomach and you’ve felt it before. He’s going to come hurt JJ. You grab his hand. 

“JJ, we gotta go, now.”

“I don’t know how to control this!” He cries out. 

Topper has reached you now, and lands one blow on JJ before the water starts rushing again. 

You’ve been dunked underwater again and you wait patiently before the rushing stops. 

You open your eyes and this time you’re lying on a couch. There’s a huge weight on your chest and you quickly recognize the familiar blond head of hair. You run a hand through it and JJ picks up his head from your chest to look at you. 

He smiles at you, a soft one. You stretch. It feels like you’ve laid here for your whole life. 

“So, where are we now?” You ask. “This one I don’t know.” 

JJ picks up your hand and places his against it. 

There’s a simple gold band around his ring finger and yours. 

“We got married.” He smiles at you. It’s pure bliss. 

“We’re married and we got our own house?” You laugh. 

“Hey, I didn’t think I could do it either,” he mimics your expression. 

JJ tucks his head into your chest again. It feels right. As if it’s muscle memory, you run your hand up and down his back, and he sighs against your skin. 

“You’re a big baby, you know that?”

“Shhh, let me enjoy this. I don’t know if I get to keep it.” His voice is muffled against you. 

“JJ,” you look at the picture frame on the small table next to the couch. 

He hums. 

“JJ, we have a kid.”

His head shoots up, nearly knocking your chin. 

He gives you a confused look, then you watch the realization pool in his eyes. 

“John?”

“Yeah, John.”

A new set of memories floods your mind. The small wedding, your son, all the times JJ has laid on this couch with you. 

You feel safe. You feel happy. This is love. 

“If it’s worth anything,” you whisper, “this is my favorite one so far.” 

“It’s not. Would you kiss me again if I asked?” “I think I have to in this future.”

JJ laughs and leans up to kiss you. He pulls away with his eyes still closed. 

“I feel like I’ve done that a thousand times, and I still never get used to it. What if we just stayed here?”

“I don’t think it’s up to us.” You pat JJ’s back as the water rushes around you again. 

You close your eyes and the rushing goes away. You’re still underwater. 

You kick upwards and break the surface. 

JJ whoops loudly near you. 

He swims towards you, but is careful not to touch you again. 

“We did it,” his smile is uncontrollable. 

“There are future’s where we’re not together. And you get hurt.” 

“There’s a future where we have a kid, Y/n.” 

“You’re insane, man. We might not even be meant to be.” “I have a feeling that’s not true.

JJ gestures to your wrist and you mouth parts when you realize the wavy lines have grown peaks and dips. They’re turning into actual waves. 

JJ holds up his wrist. The same pattern. 

You laugh, loudly, slapping a hand over your mouth. Nothing you just felt beats the joy you feel right now. 

“I’ll race you back to the beach,” JJ challenges you, smirking. 

“We both know I’m faster than you.”

“We both know that’s a lie.”

JJ takes off, paddling his board, and you follow him, yelling to him how big of a baby he is. 

You’ve called him that before. 

You know you’ll call him that again. 

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[the-most-slytherin-hufflepuff]

Chapter 7

It has been scientifically proven by no one that writer’s block sucks. I hate it, but i managed to finish this chapter so I guess it’s ok. Credit for the characters goes to @lumosinlove. The idea came from @heyitssmiller and her anons. I hope you enjoy the chapter. 

Masterlist the flower that literally no one asked for

Finn smiled fondly when they saw Leo hiding behind one of the trees. Katie came running up to them and tapped their leg to get Finn’s attention. “Have you seen Leo?”

They pretended to think about it. Katie had been trying to find Leo for at least ten minutes, but every time she came close to finding him he sneaked away.

“Sorry sweetheart, I haven’t”. Her face fell slightly, “maybe Lo has seen him.” Katie smiled up at them before running to where Logan was talking with June and Adele.

Finn walked to where they had seen Leo hiding. They were looking at Katie to make sure she wouldn’t accidentally see them. “Nice hiding spot.”

Leo jumped a little, a small noise of surprise leaving his lips. He turned around and glared at Finn, hitting them on the shoulder lightly. “Don’t scare me like that.” Finn laughed at Leo’s glare.

Leo shushed them harshly, he looked back to make sure Katie was still looking for him. Finn lifted their hands in mock surrender and backed away slowly. “Sorry”, they whispered.

They could hear Katie’s giggles as she ran to where Leo was hiding, but he and Finn weren’t paying attention to her anymore. Leo felt her hug his leg from the side, “I found you!”

“Damn”, he whispered. “How did you find me?” He said loud enough for her to hear him.

“Logan told me where you were.”

Leo saw Logan wave at him with an innocent smile on his face. Leo sent him a mock glare that made Logan laugh.

“Did he now?” Katie nodded in response before turning around and running inside the house.

He started walking towards Logan, Finn following behind him. Leo sat down besides June, crossing his arms and pouting at Logan. “Why did you tell her where I was?”

Logan shrugged before answering. “You try saying no to that kid. It’s impossible.” Both June and Finn nodded in agreement while Adele just rolled her eyes. “No it’s not Logan”, she began, “you are just weak.”

Logan made a sound of indignation. “Have you ever told her no?” he challenged.

“Yes Logan.” She said it like it was the most obvious thing ever. “It’s really not that hard. Mom does it all the time.”

Logan sighed in defeat. “Yeah, you’re right.” He hung his head in shame. “I’m weak.”

Logan lifted his head up when he heard Celeste calling them inside for lunch. Leo really liked Celeste, she was kind and gentle with him. He had been nervous to meet her, even though deep down he knew she wouldn’t be like Walburga his brain still found a million and one reasons to worry.

They got up and went inside. June sat between Adele and Katie who was sat besides Marc while Leo, Finn, and Logan sat opposite to them with Pascal and Celeste sat at either ends of the table.

“What are you three doing today?” Celeste had taken to asking about all three of them instead of just Finn and Logan. The two had rarely left Leo’s side since they had arrived anyway.

“We were planning on taking Leo to see the town.”

Leo turned away from his conversation with June when he heard Logan mention his name. “Wait”, he looked between Finn and Logan, “really?”

Finn smiled softly at his childlike enthusiasm. “Yeah, I mean only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to”, he was practically bouncing out of his seat from excitement.

“Can we braid your hair again?” Katie asked Leo with a pleading look in her eyes. Logan was right, Leo thought, saying no to her was hard. “Sure thing Katie”

After lunch Katie, Adele, and Marc took Leo away to Logan’s and Finn’s room. The girls sat him down on the bed he had been sleeping on the past few days while Marc went to get some flowers to decorate the braid. Leo picked up a book to read while the girls worked, the three of them settling into a comfortable silence.

Adele parted his hair in the middle, handing half of it to Katie so that she could begin her braid. When Marc got back he dumped a bunch of multicolored flowers at the foot of the bed and began carefully putting them into the braids that Katie and Adele had made. He placed the flowers where the braids were separate, stopping where the two braids turned into a single one, making it look like Leo was wearing a yellow and blue halo.

Leo looked up from his book when he heard knocking. “Who is it?” Katie yelled from behind him.

“It's Logan.” His reply was muffled by the door. “Can I come in?”

“No”, answered Adele.

“Why not?”, this time it was Finn’s voice that came through.

“Because”, Katie said in a condescending tone, “you’re gonna ruin the surprise.”

Leo heard who he suspected to be Logan groan, a small thud followed by the sound of someone sliding down the door making him chuckle. He felt Katie smothering her giggles on the back of his shirt. He was beginning to think she just liked to annoy Logan like any good sister should.

Adele gasped dramatically. “Something's missing.” Leo stared at her dumbly.

“What?” He asked.

“I got it!” Leo did not like the mischievous glint in her eyes. She got off of the bed and walked toward Logan’s wardrobe, Leo’s eyes went wide when he realized what she was doing.

“No.” He said bluntly.

She ignored him, taking one of Logan’s worn long sleeved jackets. “Adele”, she looked at him, “I can’t wear Logan’s clothes”.

“Why not?”

“Because they won’t fit”. That wasn’t the real reason, but it was as good of an excuse as any he could’ve come up with right then and there.

“Oh don’t worry about that, this one is actually a jacket he stole from Finn”, she gave him a smile, “it should fit just fine.” She tried to make herself sound innocent, Leo didn’t know what she was trying to do, he didn’t want to know either. He just knew she didn’t look, nor did she sound, the least bit innocent.

Leo sighed, he wasn’t getting out of this one. Either he admitted to the feelings he knew he shouldn’t be feeling right now or he agreed to her making him wear the jacket. “Fine”, he said, “I’ll wear it. But if Logan gets mad at me for putting it on I’m blaming you.”

“And I’ll throw the blame on Katie, he won’t say anything to her.” Leo saw Katie nod, a feeling of dread building in his stomach. “The two of you are a menace.” He saw Adele smirk and Katie looking proud of herself.

“Can we show Finn and Logan now?” Katie nodded at Marc’s question, getting off the bed and walking towards the door. Leo, Adele, and Marc following after her. Leo put a hand on her shoulder, a grin pulling at the corner of his lips. She moved out of the way so that Leo could open the door.

Leo opened the door abruptly. Logan fell through, the wood no longer supporting him. He looked up at Leo and froze, if he hadn’t already decided that Leo was the most gorgeous man he had ever seen this definitely confirmed it for him. “Hey”, he tried to make it sound like a complaint, he failed.

Finn’s hands were covering their face as they tried to stop their laughter. When they managed to get it under control they offered a hand to Logan so he could sit up. He took it, grateful to have something to look at that wasn’t Leo.

Leo with flowers in his hair. Leo who was wearing his jacket that was actually Finn’s jacket. Leo with his pink cheeks and dimples and eyes shining with mirth.

Logan looked at Finn for a moment. He noticed the moment they looked at Leo, he wouldn’t have caught it if he wasn’t sitting so close to them. He saw Finn swallow, heard their breath hitch, Finn’s fingers tightening around his hand. Finn’s eyes met his for a moment, and Logan knew they were thinking the same thing he had.

“Is that my jacket”, was the first thing Finn said.

Logan saw Leo blush, he didn’t think Leo could get any prettier. “Y-Yes”. Leo’s nervousness made Logan melt a little. He thought maybe he shouldn’t be so in love with someone he had known for such a short time, but who was going to stop him anyway.

“It looks good on you”, Finn said. “It actually, you know, fits”. They gave Logan a pointed look. To anyone else it would seem like they were making fun of how big the jacket was on Logan, but he knew better. Leo wearing the jacket that belonged to Finn, but Logan usually wore, made sense. The same way their love for him and each other made sense to Logan and Finn.

“Thanks”. Leo fidgeted with the sleeves. “It was Adele’s idea.”

Of course it had been her idea. She gave Logan a knowing look. Adele always knew them too well. She was the one that helped Logan realize his feelings for Finn. She was the one that Finn first told about how they weren’t really a boy, but they weren’t a girl either. She had been the one that helped Finn feel comfortable enough to tell everyone. It was always Adele, and now Katie, if the smug look she was giving them was any indication.

“Can we take Leo to town now or do you plan to kidnap him again”. Finn looked at Katie for an answer. She pretended to think about it before answering, “you can have him, but I’m gonna need him back tomorrow.”

“Why?” Logan asked.

“Because he promised to teach me how to paint the sky. June is better at faces than landscapes.”

Logan nodded. He and Finn stood up from the ground and looked at Leo, he still had a small blush on his face.

“Come on”, Logan said softly, “if we leave now we can be back just in time for Celeste to not kill us from being late to dinner.”

Leo laughed lightly. People might think it was Pascal they should be worried about, but after meeting both of them he realized Pascal spoiled every single one of his kids. Celeste did too, but she also preferred to know where all her kids were at all times and her worry for them was usually masked under a mix of mock anger and amusement.

When they reached the living room they saw June talking with Celeste and Pascal. Katie ran up to him and tugged at his sleeve. He picked her up and looked at the others. “Heading out I suppose.”

Celeste turned away from her conversation to look at them. “Don’t disappear for three days again.”

After reassuring Celeste that they wouldn’t disappear again and picking up the bag with the stolen crown they headed out. Leo had almost forgotten about it, the crown had always been there but the three of them barely talked about it. Celeste and Pascal had been both angry and proud when Logan told them why they had it. It hadn’t come up since, and Leo had been too distracted to actually care.

“Do you want to return it before or after exploring the town?” Finn asked.

Logan was the one to answer. “Before. Let’s get it over with, I’m kind of getting tired of carrying the bag around.” Leo nodded in agreement. Logan looked about ready to throw the bag over the castle wall and let them deal with it.

They reached the castle gates sooner than Leo had expected. He was glad, they could finally let go of the crown and walk around.

Logan walked up to one of the guards at the castle gates. He had a scar going down his face over one of his icy blue eyes. The guard looked at Logan suspiciously.

“Hello”. Logan sounded nervous. He took the bag that was slung across his back and handed it to the guard. “The stolen crown is in there.”

The guard raised an eyebrow at Logan before opening the bag, his eyes going wide at the golden circlet. “Where did you find this”

“My friend and I, we actually stumbled upon the Carrow twins in the forest, and my friend is an idiot with a hero complex. He decided that we had to do something about it.” Logan sighed, the memory of Finn’s stupid decision almost bringing a smile to his face. Almost.

“So you guys just”, the guard paused, tone disbelieving, “you just took it and ran?”

“Pretty much. We almost lost our heads but it was worth it.”

“You must want some form of compensation for this? So, what's it gonna be?”

“Oh, no. It’s fine really, we don't want anything, just give that back to whoever it belongs to, I guess”. Logan said, scratching the back of his neck.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I don’t even know what we would ask for”.

Logan turned when he heard his name being called. He saw Leo beckoning him over, the viola flowers in his hair making him look almost ethereal.

”That would be my cue to leave”, Logan turned back to the guard before continuing, “have a nice day sir”.

“It’s Jackson, and thank you for returning this”, he said as he lifted the crown up, the metal reflecting the midday sun.

“It was no problem, really”.

Logan walked up to Finn and Leo with a smile on his face. “Where to first?” he asked. He saw Leo’s face brighten up in excitement, “I don’t know. We didn’t really plan this out.”

“We should go to the market, see what we find there.” Finn put their arm around Logan’s shoulders and began walking. “Calling you my friend was the weirdest thing ever.” Logan thought about it for a moment before speaking again, “scratch that, calling you he was the definitely weirder.”

Finn had to laugh at that. Being called he didn’t really sound all that weird, it didn’t feel right but they didn’t really tell anyone they didn’t trust to use their proper pronouns, they were used to being addressed as he. But being called Logan’s friend was definitely laughable. The two of them had never been just friends.

They looked over at Leo. He was looking around at everything, his eyes shining in amazement. The town’s market was filled with people, there was a group playing music and children running around.

Leo turned to look at Logan and Finn with a smile on his face, “This place is amazing.”

They spent the entire afternoon going through all the shops in the market. At one point Leo had started dancing to the music that was being played, everyone had joined him. Seeing Leo being so happy and carefree made Logan smile. It was hard to believe this was the same man that they had met in that tower. By the time the sun had started to set the three of them were headed back home. Leo didn’t know when he had started considering the house home.

He was walking a few steps behind Finn and Logan. The two were talking in low voices about something. Leo wasn’t paying them much attention, he was more interested in the few stars he could see now that the sunlight was dimming.

“Leo.” He heard Finn say his name. He managed to stop himself before crashing into Logan. He hadn’t noticed when they stopped walking.

“Yes?”

“Can we talk to you for a moment?” Logan asked. He kept his tone even but he still noticed Leo tense slightly.

“About what?” Finn didn’t like that Leo sounded scared.

Logan cursed under his breath, “we didn’t really think this one through did we?” He sighed. “We kinda need to talk to you about something important.” He sounded nervous, it put Leo on edge.

“Ok”, Leo’s voice was shaky.

They got closer to Leo. Logan wanted to take his hand, he didn’t. Instead he grabbed Finn’s, they both needed someone to hold onto right now.

“Umm, I don’t really know where to start.” Logan said, his cheeks turning pink.

Finn sighed, there was no easy way of doing this and they had already put Leo on edge. If they kept stalling things would start going wrong.

They took a moment to think about what they were going to say. “We are both kind of maybe falling in love”, they took a deep breath before finishing their sentence, “with you.”

“What?” Leo choked out.

“We both like you”. That was an understatement, Logan thought. “A lot.”

Leo didn’t know what to say. He didn’t think he trusted himself enough to speak anyway.

“Please say something”. If Leo didn’t say something soon Logan was sure he would go crazy.

“You both like me?”

“Yes.” Logan tried to keep the nervousness out of his voice.

“Why?” Leo couldn’t help when his voice broke.

Finn placed their hand on Leo’s cheek gently, they didn’t miss the tears that were gathering in Leo’s eyes. They looked at Leo. Really looked at him for the first time since they had started the conversation. He looked tense, Finn hated it. So they did the only thing they had been thinking of doing every time they looked at Leo.

Leo’s eyes fluttered shut when Finn kissed him a small noise of surprise leaving him. He heard Logan’s breath hitch. He thought maybe he should care more about the fact that he was being kissed by someone who already had a boyfriend, but he didn’t.

Because it felt right. Because he couldn’t imagine being kissed by anyone else and it feeling the same. Because even though Finn already had Logan and Logan had Finn he wanted to have them both. And maybe they both wanted him and maybe that was ok.

When Finn broke the kiss they looked at Leo. His eyes were still closed, but he didn’t look as tense anymore. His eyes opened slowly, almost like he didn’t want them to.

“Is this real?” Leo’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Very real.” Logan didn’t sound mad. He got closer to Leo.

“You’re not angry?”

“Why would I be angry at you Leo?” Logan got even closer to Leo until their faces were inches apart.

“Because your partner just kissed me and I thought maybe-”

Whatever Leo was going to say was interrupted when Logan kissed him. It was different than Finn. They both kissed differently. Leo liked both, he didn’t know how he could like them both the same for such different reasons but he did.

When they broke the kiss Leo let his head fall to Logan’s shoulder. “You both like me.” It wasn’t really a question, but Logan nodded regardless, arms wrapping around Leo.

“You kissed me.” Again Logan nodded. He didn’t really know what else to do.

Leo felt another pair of arms wrap around him tightly. He felt himself relax, leaning into both of them. He was surprised by how right it felt.

“What now?”

“Will you be our boyfriend?” It was Finn who asked.

“Is that even allowed? Can we love more than one person at once?” Logan didn’t like how small Leo sounded.

“I don’t think love has rules, sweetheart.” Leo smiled at the word. “But even if it did, we clearly don’t care for them.”

“Alright”, Leo said softly, “I’ll be your boyfriend. For as long as you’ll have me.”

Finn kissed Leo’s hair softly because they could now. “Nothing is taking you away from us baby.”

“You promise?” Leo still sounded unbearably small.

“I promise.”

#o'knutzy tangled au #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #lumosinlove #o'knutzy #celeste dumais #pascal dumais

[slashingdisneypasta]

Peter Hayes x Reader || Oneshot

Title: The One and Only 

Notes: 

This is set after the Allegiant BOOK. So, SPOILER WARNING, Peter has used the memory serum. 

I love this boy. And his lack of fanfiction is a PROBLEM.

Plot: For whatever reason, you were in love with Peter, and he was with you. But... now he’s gone. And you have to try and forget. Which is hard to do when he’s still around. 

Finally, he wants to remember again. 

Warnings: There is SMUT. Its indicated where though, so you can skip it if you like ^^ But there is a bit of plot in the middle. Also, swearing. 

~~~

“Hey, Y/N!” Without my permission, my heart does a little jump, but it’s not for the person who said hey to me. Sighing, I take my hands from my laptop and straighten my back, turning to smile at Peter as he comes over to me and takes a seat on the bench right by me. I’m sitting sideways on it so my laptop can be set on it as well, so now I’m facing him without turning and trying to notice how differently he sits down, to how he used to. It’s like he completely started over, which he kind of did. His whole life, “Wiped away by chemistry,”. Including the way he walked, talked, and everyone who loved him. Well, person.

Me.

Which was a total dick move on his part, which was the last completely in-character thing that he did.

But, I can’t be mad at this boy in front of me, even if he looks miraculously similar to the dick in question. From his shiny hair to the tips of his greedy fingers. “Hi, Peter, what’s up?”

“Just finished another recall lesson. Still nothing,” He shrugs, uncaring. I already told him that this is what he wanted by taking the serum, to forget everything. So, he doesn’t really try in these lessons that he’s forced to attend, by government law. He believed me right away, weirdly. And has been acting so aloof about it since like somehow, he understands, which of course he can’t. Because he doesn’t know anything about himself or what he did to cause his old self to want to erase his memory! The whole thing, his whole response to this life changing event is aloof, and its infuriating. It’s the main thing that hasn’t changed at all about him, along with his appearance and his firm aversion to sprouts. He’s still really, really annoying.

“You know, I’m glad you’re respecting his wishes to not remember, but maybe you should try and remember some things. I mean, the techniques are working for some of the others, right? You said, uh… Katie, remembered something? Her choosing ceremony?” I watch, expression changing from thoughtful to deadpanned as he takes my can of coke and swigs from it like he spent 3 dollars on it. Once he’s done, I snatch it away from him and set him with a glare as I put it down on the other side of the bench, away from him. It causes a mischievous grin to pop onto his face and a laugh, and I try to forget the other times he’s made that face at me before he took the serum. Because that Peter’s dead, and I need to let him go like Four’s letting go of Tris. It’s not fair to this Peter.

In response to what I said, he just shrugs his shoulders again and look away to across the park- where Caleb is taking some photos. We drove here together, him and me. In fact, we’ve been doing a lot together. As two of the only ones from the original group who knows everything that happened, we have a connection. Peter’s next words rip my attention from Caleb though and makes me want to blurt out no, immediately. “Nah, I mean old me wanted this for a reason, right? I mean, I do kinda wanna know why he wanted this, but I figure he was some kind of depressed loser with self-esteem issues. That’s good enough for me, to keep going like this. Don’t wanna be that.”

Words have escaped me. I guess, I figured he thought something like that the whole time, but… hearing it out loud, in such a certain tone, hurts. My heart fights for me to tell him he’s wrong, at the very least, but my brain tells me to let him go on. Don’t interfere. He told you, before he took the serum, to let him go. Still be friends but let go.

He was being unfair, but that’s nothing new is it? The asshole.

I press my lips together after I get over the shock and horror and kiss my teeth. Deciding this has been enough ‘friendship’ for today, I quickly save my work and shut down my laptop, closing it. “Yeah, um, Peter. I gotta go. Caleb! Caleb, are you done? I’m having an Old Peter moment, so we have to go now.”  

It’s not exactly a code, but it is what he or I say when we’ve had enough of new Peter or we’re remembering too much and need to get away. We use it for Tris, too. Even though she really isn’t here anymore. Caleb immediately starts putting his camera in its bag and walking over, without a word.

Peter himself looks unruffled by it, having come to accept it easily that I won’t always be able to handle this. He isn’t exactly cold about it… in fact, he’s understanding. Nearly nice. It makes me feel even sicker. “Oh, by all means, go. I’m gonna stick around a while, see you guys later.”

Caleb nods to Peter, reaching us and turning to me. “See you, Peter. Y/N? Are you oka- Oh,”I pick up his wrist and start dragging him to the car. As soon as I’m in the front seat and I’m buckle din, I look back over to the bench Peter’s sitting at, and catch him watching me. Trying not to scowl at him, I turn back to the steering wheel and turn the ignition. “It’s never going to get easier, is it?” Caleb asks from the passenger seat after a while, looking up from his camera on which he was flicking through the pictures he took.

I shake my head, immediately, heart still clenched in annoyance and ageing heartache. I risk a glance at him, chewing the inside of my cheek. “Nope, don’t think so.”

With that, there isn’t else to say, so we just hold hands. Tightly.

~~~

At dinner later in the community dining hall, I sit with Four and listen to him talk about work for a while. It’s a little awkward, and a lot strange seeing as we don’t talk at all, most days. Not since Tris died, but we’ve never acknowledged that and it’s been months. We were never close in the first place, but once you’ve fought a revolution with someone, you become attached. He’s a staple in my life just as much as I am his, and that’s why our relationship is so strange.

Nodding in agreement to something he said about how ridiculous milk prices are at the moment and how frustrating that is as I skewer a piece of broccoli and place it in my mouth. I don’t foresee Four’s and my relationship ever changing, seeing as we’re so different and have very little common and I don’t particular want to be best friends with him -acquaintances with a non-personal past is nice. Comfortable, without any expectations but still the understanding that we’re here for each other. I like it, - so there isn’t much in thinking about how strange it feels, I just thought I would mention it once to myself. “Also, the toilet paper, you seen that??”

He groans, in response, causing a bubbling laugh to travel up my throat from my chest. “It’s killing me.”

“Killing you! I have a lower paying job then you, I’m gonna have to start using the cardboard rolls soon!” He shakes his head, the tiniest grin on his lips as he looks back down at his food. I feel triumphant. “It won’t be good!!”

“Oh, jeez… “

“Hey, we’re gonna have to rig Secret Santa so you can buy me some, okay?” I point my fork at him conspiratorially. “I’ll get you milk.” He chuckles this time, making me smile.  

For the rest of dinner, we continue like that. Talking about our shared financial issues and even switching over to Caleb at one point and how he’s sitting so pretty on his high paying job and his stockpiled toilet paper. God damn Brainiac’s…

It’s a good distraction from Peter, a few tables away.

~~~

When I finally get home, after hanging with some other friends after dinner just outside the community centre, goofing around I nearly suffer cardiac arrest as soon as I walk through the door.

Peter is not usually a menacing presence. But when he’s sitting in my dark apartment in the middle of the night and I had no idea he would be there, that fact changes! I don’t let myself scream, though. I hold my breath until the urge disappears.

After a moment, I let out the breath deeply and turn fully to him, dropping my scarf and keys on the hallway table before moving further into my home, past him. “Peter… “I growl, annoyed at him instantly. I don’t catch the mischievous smirk he sends my back, but I do feel it. “What the bleeding hell?!”

“Sorry if I scared you.”

“Oh, you are not.”

“True.” His cheeky tone puts my senses on high alert. Both because a cheeky Peter has always and will always be something to worry about, and because it used to turn me on. Still kinda doe, but that’s not something I’m about to admit to this version of him. We haven’t established that kind of relationship, nor will we ever. Sighing as my heartbeat slows down to its normal speed, I check the battery level on my pheon before putting it on charge. Then, finally, I sit down at the kitchen table across from Peter and settle into figuring out why the hell he’s here. And… also… how he got in??? The door was locked??? “Key was under the mat, Y/N. You should probably find a more secure hiding spot. Or at least more creative, jeez.”

“… okay… “I roll my eyes. He has a point. “So, Peter, uh… why are you here?”

“Well, I… “I watch while he suddenly droops in confidence and draws something on the table with his finger. These moments are really weird for me. Peter was always so confident before, even when he shouldn’t have been. Its cute, but so, so weird. He draws the thing, whatever it is, then looks around the room, making me remember that he’s never been in here before. An attempt made by me to keep him at a distance, which I guess now has been turned to shit. His shy moment ends, and one corner of his mouth perks up in a half smirk. “I like your place, could get used to it here. I wonder… why haven’t you ever brought me here before?”

“To keep you at a distance.” I say, bluntly. Theirs a slight shift behind his eyes at it, making his mouth turn down a bit in a tiny scowl and his green eyes look cold.

“Has Four been here?”

“Uh… yeah.” I don’t know why I should lie, or why he would look so serious about it. Before the serum, this was his murderous face, but I’m assuming it must be something different now. New Peter doesn’t have an evil bone in his body. “He has, but not for long. He just came to help me move in, hasn’t been back since though… why? Uh, you know what, I don’t care. Why are you here?”

His serious face intensifies. “I saw you with him tonight, and it brought back some feelings. So, I have a question.”

Making a confused, and slightly frustrated face, I shrug. “What kinda feelings?”

“Jealously.” Oh, he’s playing blunt too.

That does make me think, though. Whether this is unwanted memories coming back, or just a glimmer, a shadow of the old Peter coming back for a second. Because, yes, this is exactly something that he would feel before the serum. Any time I was with another guy, especially Four due to his particular dislike of the tattooed, ex Dauntless, he would get so jealous. Usually, it ended with that guy receiving some kind of punishment or dirty look, and me getting Peter attached to me for the rest of the day. Now, though, I should just tell him to ignore it.

But… “So, what’s your question?” I can’t pass up the chance he’ll become a little more the Peter I love. Even though I shouldn’t.

He looks dangerously focused into my eyes, which is also very Old Peter-like. “Were we a couple, before?”

Ahhhh, whoops. I don’t know what I thought he was going to ask, but for some reason this didn’t occur to me. If I tell him the truth, he might remember more then he should. Not to mention the fact that it’ll ruin whatever relationship we have now. And if I tell him a lie, he’ll know. “Umm, well… uh, yeah.”

I hold my breath, as soon as the last word escapes my lips. Have I ruined it? Will he remember, and hate me? He’s silent for just a moment, not giving me enough to time to think of a plan if he does remember, before he leans back in his chair, muscles relaxing.

“Well, that’s news.” Well, that’s not the reaction I expected or one I wanted! At least be sensitive to my situation, Peter! He looks away from me and to the side of the room, and I watch. How will he take this? Will he leave? “Thought I felt something. No wonder I wanted to be with you so bad.”

“Hm, and I thought the new you was just annoying.” I get up from the table and head for the door. “Well, you better go, before you remember anything else,”

“Well, I kinda want to now.”

Don’t be serious, don’t be serious, don’t be serious…

“No, you don’t.” You didn’t want to remember before, you’ll hate yourself even more if you miss out on your one chance to change yourself easily. You’re already doing so well! Don’t do this to yourself, please. “Just trust me, telling you that you don’t want that.”

He looks at me again, and his green eyes change again. He gets up from his seat and comes over to me, a little too close. Oh, no. he doesn’t think just because I was with the other him that he’ll get any action, does he? The jerk. I look up at his face, craning my neck since he’s so close, and feel my heart plunge to my feet. He’s made up his mind, he wants to know. I shake my head at him, he smirks. “Come on, Y/N. Haven’t you missed me?”

I groan, and push him away. “Nooo… I mean, yes. But you’re not him. And I won’t take away your chance, to- “He brings me back to him his familiar hands on my hips. It’s like trying a drug that I long gave up… but still feels so good. Stubbornly though, I pick his hands off of me. I have to try to avoid his eyes. “Peter, go home.”

“No.” The resolve and the determination in his voice shocks me and I look up quickly at his face. He would’ve never refused to leave me alone like that earlier today. Already, his old self is coming… oh no. Groaning again, I turn to open the door and force him out. This is not good. We were doing so well! We were nearing our 6-month mark! It was going to work! And now… now… well, it can still work! It will. I just need to get him out of her- His hands are on me again, oh no. That feels good.

“Y/N… “He tightens his grip on my waist nearly painfully, so familiar and demanding me to give in and enjoy it. You know, before the morning comes and he remembers everything and shuns me. But I wont give up, and I put my hands on his again to try and peel them off, before his breath hits the side of my neck and his voice, dark and with that ever-joking way about it, causing me to pause. The asshole tone. “I want to remember, now. And you’re my ticket. Plus… you’re mine, right? I have some punishment to implement for talking to Four. For some reason that really pissed me off.”

My body’s ahead of my mine, in this. Already leaning back and feeling the warmth of his chest against my back while my mouth still talks about him leaving. “You’ll regret this.”

“Hell I will, now come on.” I turn around to face him, causing him to flash me a bright, Peter smile before he much too soon since I wasn’t really expecting him to ever do this again, kisses me, and it feels so good my resolve melts away. Of course, its still hanging around back there in the back of my heart, but now all the time I wasn’t touching him, wasn’t thinking about him this way has taken over. Not to mention pure, dumb, human sex drive.

SMUT FROM HERE ON

Kissing is nice for a couple minutes, at least. Everywhere his body touches mine, from our chests to our lips and our tongues to my arms over his broad shoulders and his hands holding my hips against his feels solid and exciting. The way he kisses me can only be described as being carnal. Purely animalistic, wanting to taste, and the way I’m kissing back isn’t different at all. I can’t help sucking gently on his tongue when his lips part, causing a lascivious groan to come from him.

In fact, in response, one of his hands comes up to cup the back of my neck and hold my head in place so he take control of the kiss entirely, the other arm hooking around my lower back and compressing me against him. I don’t know if it was his goal, but now I can feel clearly the wicked, familiarly full way of his pants when he’s turned on. Which he is, right now. Truly.

It makes me think for how long he’s been waiting for this, if he’s gotten so stiff so quickly. I can’t say though that I’m in much a different situation. My keenness for him is so that my core is dripping in wait, wanting to be filled by him. Impatient, I break the kiss and nearly give in to it again when his lips nearly follow me but stay strong. “Peter… “Oh god, oxygen. Breath, need it. He’s so hot. His hair’s a mess of brown surrounding his head, scar on his neck is calling out to be sucked on, and his eyes are beautiful. Green, and mesmerising, and tempting as ever. Giving in feels a lot like freedom.

“Yeah?” The word comes out as a breath, quiet with just a hint of his voice peaking around.

I trace my hands down from his shoulders to the rest of him, enjoying the feel. “Sit down, I can’t ride you standing up.”

“Oh, right.” Once he’s sitting down, I can clearly see his erection straining defiantly against his pants before he takes them off, his underwear going to the same place on the floor. I want to sit on it so badly, my legs shaking uncontrollably with arousal as I get rid of my own lower garments. When he sees my shining, wet pussy, he embarrassingly zeroes right in on it, an unstable smirk on his lips. Good, then. I like it when he’s unstable. Never know what he’s going to do to me. “C’mere, baby.” Tentatively, hoping I don’t trip on the way because that would be embarrassing as hell, I do as he says. As soon as I get a foot from him, he gets off the chair and kneels in front of me. Oh, god, if he starts anything here my legs won’t keep me up. “Hmmm, I think I remember you wetter,” I struggle to breath for a moment when he, without warning or even looking up at me, swipes a finger up between the slit of my lips. My hands snatch his shoulders, so I can stay up and I open my legs more, ready. “I think I missed this. Can you tell? My fucking cock feels like its going to snap off if I don’t get to have you.” He glances up at me for a second, then does a double take and looks back at my face again, focusing on it. I wonder what’s going through his head. The old Peter would have told me right away, just to see me go red and squirm. He is becoming that one, slowly, but still this Peter just grins devilishly at me, hooks his hands around the back of my knees and nudges me towards him some more. My body moves on its own, reacting to his hands and shuffle forward.

Then, looking into my eyes, he does something that puts me in the palm of his hands. He licks a long stripe, as if I’m an icy pole, deeply through my lips. It makes me rigid, and moan out in bliss, my eyes falling shut. Not one to be dormant though I really want to, to just let him do whatever he wants to me, I take my right hand and entangle my fingers through his soft, hickory hair and grip his shoulder with the other, swinging my leg over his right shoulder before opening my eyes and peering down at him again. He looks surprised, in awe. I feel freaken powerful. “You… you just going to stare at me Peter, or finish what you started.”

Its not a question, it’s a demand. He needs to do that again.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He flashes me another Peter smile, then gets to work. And man, did my move make a difference. It felt good before, but now I really do think I might lose in my legs, especially since I’m only one! And, god, he looks good eating me out. Like he’s kissing me, taking generous gulps every time his tongue scoops some more of my essence, getting deeper with every plunge until I’m trying desperately to distract myself by playing with his hair. Simultaneously though I’m pressing my heat into his mouth.

In the end, it’s the sucking that pushes me over the edge. Just as I’m getting used to the pleasure, he abruptly puts his mouth over my cunt and sucks, causing shock to rush through me and my eyes to widen. ‘Peter!” I gasp, tightening my grip on his hair, as cum explodes from my core. He doesn’t drink it, just leans back on his heels and watches it drip down my thighs in satisfaction. After a moment, he looks like he’s in a trance as he watches, and I reel from the extreme pleasure.

“It’s going to feel so fucking good in there. I missed this.”

“How can you miss something you don’t remember.”

“I remember Capture the Flag,” He says it off-hand, before either of us can realise that he shouldn’t remember that. I remember. Eric had picked him second for his team and me last because it was either me, or Christina and they didn’t have a good track record with her. I found Peter shortly after he got ‘shot’ with those neuro stim guns, and we stuck around that old carnival after everyone else left. He created a really dumb one liner, entailing that it’d make him feel better if I kissed his wounds. We didn’t get back until the early hours of the morning, getting probably near 2 and half hours of sleep. But he shouldn’t remember that.

My eyes snap down to him and hop down on my knees with him, looking into his eyes. Of course, I can’t tell just by looking at his eyeballs if he’s back, but maybe if I stare hard enough, he’ll tell me. After a moment, he just shrugs a little a smiles, blankly back at me. Then leans across and gives me a deep kiss. He pulls back and grins. “You’re the ticket, sweetheart. I knew it.”

Sighing, having let my hopes raise just then that he would be back, and wrap my arms over his shoulders and play more, softly with his hair. Looking at his lips, then his eyes. “Then maybe you should hurry up and take it.” I lower my voice, my heart bleeding to tell the secret I haven’t dares to utter to anyone, since Peter disappeared. “I want you back. I miss you.”

“I want to be back.” He leans towards me, curling an arm around my back so he can carefully lay me back on the floor. “Hey, when he’s back. Tell him for me that he owes you something big, for putting you through this.”

“Peter, are you making a dirty joke to me right now?” I giggle, looking at the ceiling now as he ready’s himself. He laughs, too.

“No, I actually didn’t hear that until you mentioned it. Really.”

“Really,” I roll my eyes, disbelieving.  

“Absolutely Y/N! Now, let me concentrate.” That brings me back to the present. I realise I’m still dripping with cum from before, and when I look up at him above me ready to power into me fully, I realise I still fucking want him. He’s so tall, and strong, and I intend to give him a hickey on that neck scar if it is the last thing I do tonight.

Hooking my legs up and around his waist, I meet him in the middle for the first delicious thrust. I watch curiously, his face as it changes from mischievous to delighted, in an enticingly smutty way. That makes me grin, but then the pleasure hits me and a surprisingly, nearly embarrassingly amorous moan comes from me, as his cock powers through me, rubbing against my inner walls like static. In reaction the pleasure, I arch up into him, and pull him by the hair down to my mouth, pressing a slow, careful kiss to his lips first before moving on to that neck scar.

While he pounds into me, he also feels my ministrations on his neck. I lightly trace the tip of my tongue up the long line, then kiss the middle and start nibbling and sucking there to my liking, taking my time to enjoy it. And I know he does, too, because he mumbled a very sexy, guttural curse at one particular lick. It sent trickles of pleasure all the way down to my core.  

This ecstasy goes on for who knows how long, I certainly wasn’t watching the time, before he lets himself go and I watch through half lidded eyes as he comes apart inside me, the stuff leaking out from around his dick and dripping out of me in warm spurts. I gives one last, hard thrust and I come along with him, a sigh escaping me and a sentence of curses from him. Carefully, he disconnects himself from me, and I get up and help him to his feet, beyond sleepy now. “… okay. That was nice, now… sleep?” I giggle, at the understatement and at his cute weary look.

“Show the way,”

“Yes sir, come on.” I lead him by the hand to my bedroom. Quickly we clean ourselves up, and then we hop in and the bed is so, extremely comfy after the floor. “Can’t believe we did that on the floor when this was here… “I mumble, tiredly.

“Wouldn’t be the weirdest place.” He pulls me toward him and I entangle our legs, almost subconiously. I’m so tired I don't pick up on that hint. 

Snorting, I shake my head as I start to fall asleep. “No, guess not… “

~~~

In the morning, I wake up to peter already awake. He hasn’t moved much, just… you know, rested his head on his fist and is watching me sleep.

I squint and push my head back further into my pillow and away from him suspiciously. “… Goodmorning.”

He flashes a wicked grin. Wide smile and dull eyes, like he wants you to think he knows something you don’t. Or worse, he does. Very Peter-like. “Morning, beautiful.”

Even more suspiciously, I try to figure out first on my own what’s up, because something surely is. All I remember is what we did last night, and shame washes over me. Oh, lord… it’s too early for this. “What?”

“Told you, you were the ticket- “That makes me gasp, and sit up immediately, hitting my forehead on his and causing pain that I ignore. He rubs his forehead, but doesn’t seem mad. Just cheeky, and a little evil. “Christ, Y/N, I guess the honeymoons over, huh??”

I clench the sheets under my fists and chew on my bottom lip. “You’re… back?”

He just gives me a look, like ‘Well, obviously’.

No, no. I need a real answer. Does he realise what he’s put me through?? Probably. He is a jerk after all. “Peter?”

“The one and only.”

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[cordonian-literature]

The Aftermath - Ch. 34

Happy Birthday, Ella

Summary: It’s Eleanor’s 18th birthday

Word Count: ~2.6k

A/N: big time jump! 

A/N 2: ahhh this is the last chapter!! the one before this was sort of a conclusion but in this one is more like... the aftermath of the aftermath, haha. anyway, this was more than difficult to get out, firstly because i absolutely suck at conclusions so if this is terrible, sorry :( and secondly because this is my first fic and i really can’t believe it’s finished! am i crying? maybe... anywayyy, thank you all so much for reading!! i hope you’ve enjoyed this series as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it!! <3

Warnings: mention of character death

*All characters belong to Pixelberry, except those that are unique to my story (I’ve also used some characters and fictional instances from Donna Tartt’s book, “The Goldfinch”)*

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- Eleanor - 

I sit at the empty desk across from my bed. There is nothing in front of me, but I stare at my neat piles of notebooks and novels: some that Daddyo had recommended to me, others that I had borrowed from his library.

My bedroom door is open. From the hall, I hear the tapping of Roger’s paws and the light thuds of Fabian’s footsteps. The noise of their arrival lightly raises me from my seat and my tired thoughts. I walk out of my room and go after them.

Roger runs away from Fabian with something in his mouth. My little brother giggles as he runs after our dog, struggling to keep up with him. The dog weaves through crowds of servants, making its way towards the front of the palace.

Fabian sighs, frustrated. I put my hand on his shoulder and urge him to continue on with me.

Once we reach the front doors, we see that Roger has stopped running and is having his belly rubbed by Aunt Rowan, while her oldest son, Rowell, races towards my brother.

Rowell and Fabian run off quickly, already in the midst of a game. Lord Maxwell gives me a side hug, holding his and Aunt Rowan’s youngest son to his side.

I hug Aunt Rowan, then give the little babe a kiss on his chubby cheek. I lead them towards the sitting room, where Mama drinks tea with Duchess Hana and Duchess Olivia.

After the adults are all seated, they usher me out of the room. I giggle, saying that there’s nothing they have to hide from me, but I know what they’re planning and agree to leave.

Outside the sitting room, I decide to go look for Gabe and Daddyo, hoping that their meeting with the dignitary was over. I check my watch and see that they should have been done about a half-hour ago, but I know my brother had probably gone on overtime.

He had started taking his duties more seriously as of late, and I know it’s because of the talk Daddyo had with us at Applewood. He had insisted that I come along into town with them and receive the same speech, even though I said I was fine with staying behind.

Gabriel and I had laughed when Daddyo told us that he was the heir and I was the spare. The silly phrase wasn’t the only thing that sent us into a fit of laughter, but it was also a bit of disbelief. My brother and I weren’t naive; we knew what the people of the court had to say about me being a member of the royal family. Daddyo never failed to remind us that their opinions didn’t matter and that I was his daughter no matter what anyone said, but of course, people kept talking.

Sometimes I wanted to argue with him and say that keeping my last name as Blaise — while Gabe’s had been changed to Rys years ago — would keep me from being fully considered his daughter, even though he had officially adopted me when he married my mother.

But I knew such arguments were ones that broke his heart. The smallest change in my behavior made him fear that I no longer considered him my father, which was heartwarming, in a sense, but also depressing. (When I was about twelve, I had thought calling him “Daddyo” was too childish, so like Gabe I called him “Dad.” One morning he pulled me to the side and with the saddest eyes asked me if I was upset with him, or if he had done something to anger me. I laughed it off but went back to calling him “Daddyo” immediately. Though I cringed every time I said it, it was better than upsetting the only man who had ever felt like a true father to me).

And so most of my daily thoughts were now consumed by the anger I had for my biological father — everything he did to my family, and to the nation and people I had come to love — but I was slowly coming to terms with it. Even though I was ashamed of him, I was accepting the fact that he could no longer dictate my life or the lives of those I love.

These past few months marked ten years after the bombing. When my father had died, and Gabe and I had been in the hospital waiting for Mama to get better, I had been childishly angry at him. My last clear memory with my biological father had been reminding him to take pictures of the new exhibit at The Met so I could get a glimpse of what he and my mother would see. He was never able to show me those photos. That is, if he even took any.

But that was a different kind of frustration. One that, if my little brother Fabian expressed, I would sadly laugh at and explain to him the seriousness of the situation.

Theodore’s actions had controlled all of us, even Daddyo, Uncle Drake, Lord Maxwell, and Duchess Hana.

But now we are all in control of our lives again. Uncle Drake and Duchess Olivia had done honorable work with the King’s Guard. Lord Maxwell and Aunt Rowan had married a few months after my parents did, and a year later Duke Rashad married Hana — around the time Fabian was born. Daddyo eventually mended his relationship with Uncle Leo, and every few months his family would come to visit us.

Any person who was a threat, such as Boris — his betrayal was one that broke my childish heart, but not a day passed where I missed him— and Uncle Drake’s ex-fiancée, Jessica, were spending the rest of their lives behind bars.

It had taken our parents a while to tell us everything, and when they finally did, it took even longer for us to come to terms with it all. But Daddyo and Mama never pushed us away when we needed to talk to them.

As I walk up the stairs to Daddyo’s office, I take deep breaths, allowing the concerns to flow out of me. Before I knock on the door, my mind is clear.

I smile to myself as I reach for the handle, memories of our obstacles so far behind us that I feel foolish worrying about them at all.

Inside, Daddyo, Gabe, Fabian, and Rowell are crowded around something on the desk. Everyone turns to face me.

“Is it time for the party?” Rowell asks.

“Shush!” Fabian elbows his friend while Gabe and Daddyo laugh.

Once the boys are done scolding each other, Daddyo asks, “What do you think about eating out for lunch?”

“Same restaurant?” Fabian questions.

“Unless you wish to go someplace else?” 

I shake my head, then link my arm through his. “No, I like that place.”

As we walk out the doors of the palace, we spot Uncle Leo, Aunt Katie, Hunter, and Heather with bags in their hands. Once they see us, they lightly toss those bags back into their limo, and they join us in our car to go eat lunch.

We had eaten in this restaurant on my eighth birthday, which had been only a week after Mama and Daddyo had come back from their honeymoon. My family came here often, and Uncle Leo liked joining us.

We enter the restaurant and see that the place is empty. The menus are put in front of us, and we order without looking at it. Fabian and Rowell talk between themselves, and Heather tells me about their flight, while Uncle Leo asks Gabe how he’s feeling. 

Gabe shakes his head, an amused look on his face. “You know, I thought this would all be overwhelming. I was scared that the pressure would bring the anxiety back, but it didn’t.” 

Uncle Leo pats my brother’s back. “Now tell me about that girl you mentioned in that course you took.” 

Gabe’s face goes red, and he gives a little laugh. Aunt Katie raises her eyebrows, while Daddyo urges him to talk. 

My brother leans back in his seat, the amusement increasing. “I’m think I’m gonna draft a letter to her.”

“Oh?” Aunt Katie takes a sip of her drink.

“I’m planning on asking her to join the next Social Season. That reminds me.” He cuts off and looks towards our father.

But before he can say anything, Uncle Leo goes, “Gabe, go to your dad when you want to know what not to do. Take my advice instead—”

Hunter interrupts him: “You say that like your advice doesn’t backfire on the regular.” 

“Poor soul is speaking from experience,” Heather whispers to me. Daddyo overhears her, and laughs with us. 

We leave as soon as we finish our meal, not considering dessert. The ride back to the palace is filled with smooth conversations and laughs. As the limo stops in front of the entrance, everyone tells me to exit the vehicle first. 

Tentatively, I crawl out the car and make my way up the stairs. Servants open the doors for me, and the entire room is flooded with balloons, decorations, and sweets. 

My mother kisses my cheek, then Daddyo and Gabe wrap me in a hug. Fabian runs off quickly with Rowell.

The rest of my parents’ friends continue giving me birthday wishes, until Fabian finally reemerges with an envelope in his hand. Everyone crowds around me as I open it and take out a thin, rectangular piece of paper. 

“It’s a bookmark!” Fabian cries as I examine it. I turn it over in my hands, feeling the soft edges against my skin. On the other side, there’s a drawing of six stick figures. Fabian puts his finger on the bookmark, and I bring it to his eye level. 

“That’s you with the books since you like reading,” he tells me. “That’s Daddy and Mom since they have the crowns, and Gabe is the one with the smaller crown, and that’s me and Roger, and that’s our home in the background.” I follow his finger as he points to his little drawings. “I know it’s not very good, but I didn’t know what else to get you!” He giggles as I further examine it. 

“No one knew what to get her,” Gabe comments. “Little Miss—” he takes on a high pitched voice— “Oh, you don’t have to get me anything! No, really, I don’t want anything!” 

The room of friends laugh and chuckle at the mocking voice. 

I go through everyone else’s gifts, which are mostly things that I can use, but don’t need and didn’t ask for; like Fabian said, everyone had wanted to get me something, but I was in need of nothing. I know that Uncle Maxwell was more than frustrated when I told him so, and he must have been even more upset when he couldn’t get any hints out of my parents either. His and Aunt Rowan’s present to me are new pointe shoes. 

Duchess Olivia had started giving me more self-defense lessons, so her gift to me is a stiletto knife, along with stiletto shoes.  

Duke Rashad and Duchess Hana give me a pearl necklace: when the Duchess had taught me how to paint, we had made portraits of each other and had illustrated pearls on our pictures. The portrait I had made of his wife was the Duke’s favorite.

Uncle Leo and Hunter give me new paint brushes and a steel paint easel. Heather hands me a cup with a picture of her and I on it — I had given her something similar for her birthday — and Aunt Katie gives me a cute bag.

Uncle Drake gifts me a new pair of skis: last winter and during the Social Season, we had raced down a slope and I had lost both times. “So you can practice a bit more next time we head to Lythikos,” he tells me with a pat on my back.  

Gabriel hands me a heavy box. My arms burn as I make my way towards a table and put it down. Inside are books that are on my to-read list, candies that we had tried and liked on our last family trip to Italy, a bracelet with charms, and gold earrings shaped like a crescent moon. “You didn’t give me any clues for what you wanted, so I just put all of them in there,” my brother says with a shrug. 

Mama and Daddyo’s gift is next. My father wraps me in a large hug, then holds me to his side as servants roll in a new Baroque piano — it was similar to the one I had seen in a museum the last time we visited Applewood. The old one was being wheeled out; I had played it daily in the last few years, both for the entertainment of my family and for important members of the nobility, and even though it was constantly cared for, the strings had started to become dusty. I knew we wouldn’t get rid of it; I was sure that Daddyo had plans to donate it, but again I felt that there was no need for a newer one. We could have just taken more care of the one we had. 

But I don’t complain. I could never complain for this group of people who love me so dearly. I accept hugs from everyone in the room, and then the cake is brought out. The frosting looks like a painting, and is sweetly smooth as we eat it, the icing staining the corners of our mouths. 

We sit and chat about nothing at all, simply enjoying the blissful companionship that came with family and beloved friends. I had told my parents that I didn’t want a big party, and this was exactly what I had in mind. The room is light and joyful: Uncle Maxwell tells jokes while Uncle Drake rolls his eyes, Mama throws her head back, Daddyo’s arm around her while he tries his best not to laugh, and Uncle Leo, Hunter, and Gabe wipe tears from their eyes. 

The rest of the party is spent like that. The irreplaceable friendships that had went from nothing, to everything, to nothing again, then beyond the meaning of intimacy that came with being understood. It fills the rooms of the palace as it has these last ten years. 

I think about the gifts I’ve been given today, wondering where I would put them in my room — except for the piano, which I will leave in the ballroom — and how I will use them. I smile when I remember Gabe’s joke about my refusing presents. 

I don’t think he understands that I didn’t wish for specific objects because I can’t remember the last time I longed for anything, and if I ever did, there was no request that Daddyo wouldn’t strive to fulfill. My life had never felt lonely or without purpose, and I think that means I’ve found happiness. Like everyone in this room.

Daddyo notices that I’ve zoned out a bit. From the corner of my eye I can see the gentle wrinkles on his face and the graying roots of his hair. He leans towards me and plants a kiss on my forehead. “Happy birthday, Ella dear. I love you.” 

I smile at him, then use my fork to steal a bit of icing off his cake. Fabian follows suit, and soon our dad’s cake has no frosting on it. 

The three of us laugh, and with a mouth full of sugar I say, “I love you, too, Daddyo.”

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[gemma-lemma]

Cloudy Days - JJ Maybank x Male OC

1.6 – Square Groupers

Not that much later the friends were back out in the marsh, two diving tanks John B had gotten god knows where lying by their feet. Parker curiously watched as Kiara checked the air left in the tanks, chin propped on her shoulder.

“This is empty. You took empty tanks?” She asked John B incredulously as he sat down beside them, and Parker chuckled. He took a strand of Kiara’s hair and pinched it between his nose and upper lip. John B raised his shoulders, not really knowing what to respond.

Kiara freed her hair and proceeded to check the second tank. “Okay, this one’s a quarter full. It’s enough for one of us.”

“Love it when a plan comes together.” Pope said sarcastically and Parker swapped his chin for his cheek.

“Does anybody know how to dive?” Kiara asked hopefully, but also already knowing the answer, and Parker laid back to get a full face of sun. At this point he was pretty useless, having almost no experience with anything that had to do with open water, so he just closed his eyes and relaxed.

When nobody answered Kiara’s question, she repeated: “Anybody?”

“It’s kind of a Kook sport.” JJ mumbled, and Parker scoffed, not moving otherwise though.

“We’re not sending Kiara down there.” He said firmly, allowing no room for discussion. He didn’t see how JJ rolled his eyes, but he wouldn’t have cared anyways. He was not going to allow either Pope or Kiara to risk their lives for JJ and John B’s stupid plan. As for the latter two, he had already told them what he thought of it. “Send JJ or JB. It was their idea, and their incompetence that led us here.”

Someone shoved him lightly in the ribs, and he looked up to see John B casting him a questioning look. Are you mad?

Parker rolled his eyes. No, idiot. But I think this plan is infinitely stupid, and I told you.

“I…read about it.” Pope finally said, and Kiara threw her hands in the air exasperatedly.

“Great, Pope read about it, so someone’s gotta die.”

“Look, y-you put the thing in your mouth and breathe. How hard could it be?” JJ stumbled over his words and Parker propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look. The friends all sported the exact same expression of insecurity.

“Well, if you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood and you get the bends.” Pope explained matter-of-factly.

“Bends like-“ JJ asked and stuck his butt out half teasingly, half jokingly. “Bend over and…”

Parker interrupted quickly. “The bends kill you.”

JJ stood up straight again. “Right. What do you know about diving?” He then asked Parker accusingly.

“Just what you learn on Discovery Channel.” He shrugged.

“I can- I can dive.” John B proposed and Parker raised an eyebrow at his obvious fear. But just calling it off wasn’t an option, eh?

JJ quickly agreed. “Yeah, you can dive. I’m cool with that.”

“Chicken.” Parker muttered.

“Since when can you dive?” Kiara quizzed worriedly.

“I’ll do it, it’s fine.” He said, but neither Kiara nor Parker really liked the idea. When Parker had proposed that one of them do it, he had actually hoped that they would blow it off.

“Let me do some calculations real quick.” Pope said and stood up from his seat behind the wheel.

“You serious?” Kiara asked, and Parker could hear the delusion in her voice. She clearly expected more common sense from these morons than they could possibly provide.

Pope calculated that John B had to do a safety stop at about ten feet, and Kiara took her shirt off and jumped into the water. Parker looked after her worriedly.

“Eh, what was that all about?” Pope asked.

“I don’t know.” Said JJ. “But I liked it. A lot.”

Parker scoffed without turning away from the water. “She’s worried about you fucktards, that’s what this is all about.”

The boys just kept stammering and clearing their throats, not really knowing how to react to that, and Parker rolled his eyes before finally turning around to face them.

“Uh, when you’re down there, you look for the cargo hold.” JJ instructed John B and held up something that seemed similar to a key but not quite.

Kiara resurfaced and began swimming back towards the boat.

“My dad moved some weight back in the day.”

“Who didn’t?” Pope retorted.

“Hey! I tied my t-shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down. It’s where you need to do your safety stop.” Kiara said and Parker patted on John B’s shoulder.

“Naw, she finally realized that you’re dumb as shit.” He cooed and his cousin shoved him off.

Pope explained to John B how to handle the air tanks while Parker held out a hand to help Kiara back into the boat.

“Zen, think zen.” JJ suggested to waste as little air as possible and Pope added: “Hey, if we get caught out here in the marsh, we’re basically screwed, so better get a move on.”

“Copy that.” Kiara walked up towards John B and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

“Diver down?” He asked confusedly.

“Diver down.” She responded, and he let himself fall in the water.

Kiara went to sit beside Parker, who laid an arm around her shoulders and whispered: “Don’t get too caught up into something he won’t be able to reciprocate. Boys our age are usually quite stupid when it’s about things like that.”

“You talking from experience?” She replied softly, not really wanting to elaborate any feelings she did or didn’t have for John B.

“Kind of. They’re often like that Katy Perry song, not knowing what they want while you suffer from their indecision. Sometimes it might be better to just let certain things go and concentrate on steadier situations.”

“What song?”

“The one with the wedding dress in the video. Was kind of a big hit I think.”

“Hot’N’Cold?”

“Yeah, that one.”

Their conversation was soon interrupted by the sounds of sirens and an approaching boat. Pope’s head snapped towards the direction where the noise was coming from.

“Shit. JJ.”

When JJ turned, Parker could see the exact moment his face fell. “Guys, that’s the police.” He stated, and Parker went stiff beside Kiara. Worriedly, she rubbed a hand over his back.

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me.” Pope said and he and JJ scrambled around the boat to get a better look.

Kiara put her hair back over her shoulder. “Just act frickin’ normal.”

Parker scoffed, but when she glanced at him in warning, he understood that her words were directed towards the other two.

“Good evening, officers.” Pope greeted when the two cops halted beside their boat.

“Evening. Here you go.” Greeted the female cop and reached a rope towards the HMS Pogue. Pope took it and handed it to JJ.

“JJ, tie this off.”

“How you kids doin’?” The male cop asked and took off his sunglasses. Parker already couldn’t stand his face. But then again, he couldn’t stand any cop’s face. “You know the marsh is closed?”

“No.” Said Pope and JJ in unison.

“I didn’t know that.”

“Why- why is it closed?”

“Well, we’re conductin’ a search out here. Boat went down.” The cop answered and Parker let his arm slip off Kiara’s shoulder in order to lean back on his elbows again. He just wanted the officers to go away. The Carrera girl shot him a worried look over her shoulder.

“Seen anything?” The cop asked, and the boys denied. Parker and Kiara kept quiet.

“Where’s your friend you always hang with? He here?” The cop asked, and Parker’s heart beat so harshly that he feared it might jump out of his chest any moment.

“He’s working.” He said, and now the man finally looked at him.

“You’re new. Who are you?”

“Parker Cloud, officer. Said friend’s cousin.”

The cop nodded in understanding. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’m on vacation, sir.” Parker answered, and JJ eyed him curiously, not quite understanding why Parker would be so polite towards a cop when he so clearly disliked them. What he couldn’t know, and never would if Parker had a say in it, was that more trauma had been induced to him by cops than gangsters and drug dealers. He didn’t need a repetition of it.

The cop nodded and climbed onto the HMS Pogue. “I’mma check your little boat out.” Parker felt his stomach turn.

“Yeah, hop aboard.” Pope offered, and Parker zoned out as they showed him their safety jackets, not taking the encounter of three cops in one day very well.

When the cop went to stand by the front of the boat, glancing directly down towards where John B must be, everyone got nervous and Parker leaned over the side of the boat, dangling his fingertips in the water and suddenly feeling dizzy.

“Are you alright?” He faintly heard the cop ask, and only when Kiara sat down beside him and rubbed his shoulders, he realized the man was talking to him. Why couldn’t he just leave them?

“Yeah, just a little seasick. You know, country bumpkin and all.” He pressed and closed his eyes when Kiara laid a hand on his cheek. Her touch comforted him and slowed his racing heart a little. He didn’t hear what was being said next, too concentrated on absorbing as much of her calmness as possible, and only started breathing easier when he heard the cop’s boat drive off.

“What’s wrong?” Kiara whispered and Parker could see from the corner of his eye how Pope and JJ went to look where John B was at.

Parker shrugged. “Too many cops in one day, I guess. I can’t really handle them well.”

The worried look on her face only worsened, and he pulled her into a sloppy embrace to ease her worries a little. She hugged back. “If you want to talk, I’m here, okay?”

“I know. Thanks.”

When they pulled away, John B just yanked a black duffel bag onto the boat before climbing up himself.

“You okay?” Kiara asked.

“Yeah, I ran out of air.” John B panted but frowned when he saw Parker.

“Why’re you so pale?”

“Thought I’d had to live alone at the Château from now on. Cringed at the thought of cleaning up your mess.” He shrugged teasingly, seemingly back to his normal self.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Kiara said to John B and Pope told him about the cops and how they took care of them. Parker, who had recovered by now, leaned back and let his hands soak in the cold water again, grounding him even more.

“You kinda missed the show, brother.” JJ added.

“Hey, guys?” Kiara said, sounding alarmed. Parker followed her gaze and saw another boat appear. “Guys, bogey, two o’clock.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Parker mumbled irritated and frowned at the boat. At least those weren’t cops anymore. But then again, was that really better?

“What?” JJ asked and the others turned around to look, too.

“Do you recognize that boat?” Pope asked.

“I’ve never seen it.” Kiara said. “What are they doing back here, the marsh is closed.”

“I don’t know. But let’s not stick around to find out.”

“Yeah, I agree with JJ. They look like trouble.” Added Parker and JJ cast a quick glance toward him. He frowned for a second, before looking away again.

“JJ, get the bow line.” John B instructed and he started pulling up the anchor.

“Should we wait on them?” Pope asked, and John B snapped: “No, Pope, we’re not going to wait on them. Go get the stern, go.”

“Are you joking?” Kiara wondered. “JJ, hurry up.”

Parker quickly approached JJ and helped him pull up the rope. “Guys, don’t wait for me.” JJ said.

“Go, go, go.”

“I don’t like the look of this.” John B mumbled when they finally got the anchor above water. Parker looked at the bogey.

“Are they coming for us?” JJ asked, already knowing the answer.

“Fuck, yes. Hurry up, we need to get out of here!” Parker snapped as the boat accelerated.

“Go, go, go, into the marsh!” JJ instructed John B.

“I’m going, I’m going. Act natural.” John B said and Parker went to the back of the boat to get a better look at the men, already knowing that acting natural would be futile.

“Hey, guys, they’re following us.” Kiara panicked.

“Oh, this can’t be good.”

“Shit.”

JJ urged: “Dude, you gotta go faster! Gun it!”

“I’m going, I’m going, fuck!” John B defended desperately.

Parker’s blood froze in his veins when he realized something. He knew that kind of men. It was the kind that he had just run away from. Were they here because of him? Had the Aquila found him already?

With horror seeping into his veins Parker watched one of the men take out a rifle and aim. He stumbled backwards, crashing right into JJ, and croaked out “Gun” just in time for them to be warned. A shot rang, and JJ threw both of them down to the ground.

“John B, get down!” JJ called, holding an arm protectively over Parker’s shivering form. He pressed his hands on his ears and flinched hard when another shot rang.

“Oh my god, we’re gonna die.” Pope panicked.

Parker couldn’t think straight. He couldn’t breathe evenly. He could feel his heart throbbing in his neck and hear the blood rushing in his ears. JJ leaned down and searched his gaze. When Parker realized it, their faces were merely inches apart, and his breath hitched.

“Hey, breathe, Parker. Breathe.” JJ instructed; eyebrows furrowed worriedly. Parker tried but couldn’t quite manage. Another shot rang and he jolted so hard he hit his back at the wall of the boat.

“Look at me, Parker. You have to breathe.” JJ repeated and pressed a hand on his cheek. “In, and out. In, and out.”

Much to Parker’s surprise that seemed to actually ground him a little, and so he tried his hardest to breathe evenly, though he still shook. He hadn’t even realized that he was crying until JJ brushed a tear off his cheek.

“Yeah, that’s it. Just like that, you’re doing great.” He praised and slung his arm around Parker’s head to pull him protectively into his chest.

“Get down, Kie!” John B suddenly yelled, and another shot rang. JJ shifted to get a better look at what she was doing, but Parker could only hear Kiara grunt and another two shots ring.

Then the sounds of an engine stuttering, and eventually: Silence.

“Oh my god.” Pope exclaimed and JJ helped Parker sit up straighter before standing up himself.

While the friends cheered, Parker lost all hope of ever having a normal life. If the Aquila had found him in the Outer Banks that quickly, then there was no way for him to find any safe place within the States.

#outer banks jj #jj maybank #john b routledge #johnb #Outer Banks #outer banks fanfiction #bisexual #gay #kiara carrera #pope #pope outer banks

[smalltowndetective]

Belle, hii 💕

If you're taking from Prompt List #1~ General: 24. 'I haven't seen them smile in months' with Felix and Thea would be 👀 super interesting if you're willing, dear 💕

Hello Katie! Thank you so much for the request!

This is indeed an interesting prompt for these two... I hope you like it!

Title: Smile Again

Pairing: Felix and Thea

Words: 2.1k

Notes: This was a part of an idea I had if UB did not come back to Wayhaven after Book 1, and it kind of turned into this haha!

Prompt: #24- “I haven’t seen (her) smile in months” (From this list. I’m still taking these, so feel free to send some in!)

               There was not even a goodbye.

               Thea had known that it was likely that Unit Bravo would leave after the case, but this was the last way she had expected it to happen.

               One moment, she was half alive, vaguely remembering Felix begging her to stay awake, and the next she was back at the Agency facility, only to be told that the team had already left on their next mission.

               And they won’t be returning to Wayhaven.

               Her mother was also gone, and any effort to reach her had proved fruitless. She was harder to reach now then she had ever been before, and it only made her feel even more alone.

               She had her life back now, the supernatural seemed to have disappeared entirely since Murphy had been captured, but it only served to pull down her spirits. Part of her wanted that craziness back in her life again, in order to just be able to see her again.

               A good deal of time had passed, and still, nothing seemed the same, even if Wayhaven was. It had sent her kind of in a slump, and she had tried hard to ignore Tina and Verda’s growing concern.

               “I haven't seen her smile in months, we should talk to her”

               “We can’t get involved in her business if she doesn’t want us to”

               Trying to get lost in the routine of her job had proved futile, and she was kind of losing ways to try and cope with it all. It had been way too long for it to be this hard, and yet, the sudden pain had still not lessened.

               It was a sharper pain then she had expected, but one that she had known would happen, just never this bad, and one, that she was not even sure would have lessen if there had been a goodbye.

               There was something there between her and Felix, was there not? She had not completely imagined it, right? Thea wondered constantly how he was doing after everything that had occurred, hoping that he was not too strongly affected by what happened with Murphy, hoping that he did not blame himself for the whole thing.

               She missed him, missed her grin, her lighthearted jokes, and the way that he had the way to immediately put her at ease, everything seemed to be less bright without him around.

               And Thea did not know if she would even see him again, and she was never going to get answers on what could have been, that even with the terror that had happened, had made her the happiest that she had ever been in a long time.

               It was not something that she tried to dwell on much, but it was always something in the back of her mind, despite all of her efforts, and it did not look like it would go away for a long time.

               Even so, while she had believed that she would be stuck feeling like this forever, there was one thing that changed everything, even if it did not seem like that at the time.

               How did that start exactly?

               The carnival.

               She had let the news kind of brush her by at first, even if normally she would have at least been excited to least check out on her own. The people in town seemed to be enjoying it, and that was enough for her at the moment.

               That was until, Tina, who was obviously still worried about her, had invited her to go with her and Verda and his family, and with nothing else to do, she agreed to go along.

               There was something nice about being out of the routine which consisted of nothing more then going to work and then going back home, and it the carnival did not disappoint, even it still felt hard to smile. It was nice to see everyone happy, which seemed well deserved after everything that had happened with Murphy.

               One suggestion though, was enough to forever break this routine, and it still struck her how ordinary it seemed before all of it.

               “Can I go in there?”, Cara had asked, pointing to the hall of mirrors, her eyes looking back to her dads and back there.

               Verda’s younger daughter, Lacey, was already asleep, having been tired out from the evening, and even Tina was starting to look exhausted, as the sun was starting to set in the horizon.

               “If you have someone going with you, you can”, Verda had then said, and from the way that he looked to Thea, that was the person he was thinking of.

               Giving her best to give a smile, she turned to Cara, “I’ll go with you if you want me to”

               She beamed a wide grin at her in return, before taking her hand as the two of them walked in the house of mirrors together.

               And while places like this normally gave her the creeps, she tried to push all of that down, and try to enjoy what she could out of it, expecting to be out there in a few minutes.

               But before she knew it, Cara was no longer next to her, as fog started to pour into the tent, and panic started to fill her.

               “Cara?”, she called into the depths, her step quickening as it was starting to get harder and harder to see, “Where are you?”

               Thea continued to make her way though, but it only made her seem like she was running in circles, any exit seeming to be farther and farther away.

               “This isn’t funny”, she whispered into the depths, hoping that she had chosen the worst time to play hide and seek, and that everything was going to be fine.

               But she could have hardly expected what actually happened.

               In one of the mirrors right in front of her, someone walked out if it, as if it was doorway instead of glass, and she blinked rapidly in order to keep up, part of her thinking that she had finally gone crazy.

               However, there was another part that seemed to know exactly what this was, even after months after not seeing one.

               A supernatural

               What were they doing here, though? And as much as she looked at the figure, no supernatural from any stories that she knew seemed to be even close to whoever this was.

               He had pale skin, almost the same color as their white hair, shaved on one side and on the other, hanging loosely to his shoulder. His black suit created quite a contrast against their skin, but perhaps what was most starting was his eyes, solid black without any pupil, making them even harder to read then they already were.

               “Who are you?”, she finally managed to ask, trying to hide the quiver in her voice.

               Whomever he was, he stepped closer, reaching out with a hand of long black fingernails as if to run them down her face, to which she immediately jumped back.

               “You are silent inside”, he said, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, “Why?”

               Not sure what he meant, she decided to let the question slide for now, “I’m looking for someone, and I really need to find-“

               “She is alright, detective”, he interrupted her, “She holds no interest to me. You do”

               “What do you mean?”

               “We have business to do here”, they continued, “Do not interfere with ours, and we will not interfere with yours”

               We?

               Before Thea could say another word, they seemed to disappear back into the depths, with nothing more with that ominous warning and nothing else.

               What was that all about?

               But whatever it was, it seemed that Wayhaven was going to be the target of the supernatural again, and this time, UB was not here to help make things right. She was now alone.

               I have to tell my mother about this.

               There is no way that I can do this alone.

               “Thea!”

               A voice came from behind her, to which she was relieved to find that it was only Cara.

               “Oh, thank goodness”, she whispered, dropping to her height in order to give her a hug, though she seemed very confused by that, “You had me worried there for a second”

               “Were you scared?”, Cara then asked, as if the two of them had stayed together the entire time there and had not gotten separated at all.

               She did her best to laugh at that, “A little bit. Let’s just find everyone else, okay?”

               With that, the two of them made their way to find the others, and Thea tried her best to put a smile back on her face, hoping they would not notice just how spooked she actually was.

               Taking her leave for the night soon afterwards, wanting to call her mother as soon as possible, knowing that this was something that she needed to know about.

               Which she did try to do as soon as she got back to her apartment, but was sent straight to voicemail, but she left a message anyway, hoping that she would get back to her soon.

~~~

               4, 176 miles

               That was the distance between Wayhaven and where Unit Bravo was now.

               It was a number that Felix had checked a couple of times, as if it would get shorter eventually, but it never did.

               Everything had ended so suddenly, not even able to say goodbye before they were sent here, and even months later, it still stung like it had happened yesterday.

               The last that he had saw of Thea was her being carried away by the Agency paramedics, and that was it. Nothing else, not knowing how she was even doing now, or even if she had felt the growing feelings between them, sure that they were dampened by now.

               But that did not stop the hope that he would one day get to see her again, be able to tell her all of the words that he wanted to, but that seemed farther and farther away now.

               The rest of Unit Bravo had also been pretty concerned about him, especially by just how long it had been, but no one them had really tried to talk to him about it, instead sharing worried glances with each other as they were telling each other that one of them had to talk to him eventually, but no one had done so just yet.

               He missed her, and it almost seemed to always drag down his smile, it never feeling as bright as it normally did. Maybe a goodbye would have made it easier, or perhaps it would have made things worse, he was not sure. But at least it would be a way to see her again.

               Little did he know; however, they were not going to apart for much longer.

               And it all started with Agent Holland leaving her phone behind in the facility where they had temporally made their home.

               The phone started to go off on the table, but no one really paid much attention to it, figuring that it would just go to voicemail, and that would be the end of it.

               But the voice, that voice, there was no mistaking who that was.

               “Hey Mum, it’s Thea- “, it had begun, and before Felix could reach forward to grab the phone himself, Adam beat him to it.

               “Detective Holland?”, he said, connecting the call, and putting it on speaker as the rest of the team started to make their way closer.

               “Adam?”, she said in return, and Felix could feel himself that to grin at the sound of her voice, but as much as he tried to figure out what to say, there was nothing that he could think to say.

               “Oh good”, she continued, a relief filled sigh filling her voice, “Well, I wish I could I say I was calling to catch up, but I’m not”

               “What happened?”, Nate then spoke up, worry starting to enter his voice.

               “It was kind of- confusing”, she mused, “There was someone who came out of a mirror, and I’m pretty sure he was a supernautural, but he was none like I had ever seen before”

               “Out of a- mirror?”, Adam said, looking toward Nate, obviously just as confused as Thea was.

               “Are we going back to Wayhaven then?”, Mason then cut in, and Felix could feel a smile go across his face at the thought of it.

               “I’m going to find Agent Holland”, Adam said, “It’s too early to tell”

               He then left the room, Nate following after him, and hope for the first time in months started to fill him, and that the space between them will no longer feel so far.

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[fandomsonrequests]

presence

fandom: ATEEZ 

characters: song mingi; ATEEZ

reader: fem

word count: 1.5k+

summary: moments like these, although simple, made your life a little bit better. the world had other plans though.

a/n: ahhhhh super late but happy birthday to our dear Minki! I hope he’s enjoyed huhu ;^; also this song is loosely based off on one of the boys by Katy perry and I think I'm in love by Kat Dahlia 

Please enjoy!

To say that you and Mingi were like two peas in a pod was a complete understatement.

You two were more than that. You were each other’s partner-in-crime and half of the whole. You had a bond you two had no with no one else. You two didn’t even have to tell anyone how you treasured each other and how you had a special place for him in your heart.

You were friends since diapers for the love of God.

But growing up with Mingi and being his friends at the same time meant growing up with the rest of his friends. They called themselves ATEEZ, teenagers who can do everything from A to Z. They welcomed you into their little band of misfits when they saw how much you meant to their tall baby.

The nine of you were practically unstoppable. You did everything together- from playing at each other’s houses or heading over to the arcade when your parents permitted it.

That being said, hanging out with only the guys kind of made you into the “one of the boys” type of gal. You didn’t really mind though- it was fun for you. Sure Barbies and dolls were cute but something about being to roughhouse or run around with the guys was a fun experience too.

But even then you and the peach-haired boy still kept some activities intimate between you two. Like hiding in your attic after stealing a bunch of your mother’s homemade cookies and munching on them while doodling with Mingi’s special box of crayons. Moments like these, although simple, made your life a little bit better.

The world had other plans though.

Things were fine before adolescence but once puberty hit you two- things took a huge turn.

You still hung out with the guys, but after transferring to an all girls school, you never realized how much you missed out as a young girl. You made new friends there, ones that helped you, guided you through discovering a more feminine side to you.

You started to groom yourself more, grew a bit conscious of how you looked to others and started to shift your clothing style to a more bolder one, one that hugged your developing curves in all the right places. You weren’t fond of make up, you didn’t think that it was necessary, but you never outright refused to be the subject of your friends’ new makeup technique.

Mingi on the other hand grew developed a more mature outlook on life. He was still the big baby he was but he knew when he had to “adult” his way out of things in life. He didn’t wear simple T-shirt’s and cargo shorts with light up squeaky sneakers anymore. He wore stylish clothing, chose a bold style that turned heads wherever he went.

And his voice- oh boy his voice.

You would make fun of how deep it had gotten but there was this small part of you that felt butterflies whenever he talked. You felt light headed whenever he smiled his wide toothy smile and you could feel your face heat up whenever he wraps an arm around you.

Hiding in attic with cookies shifted to laying on the beaten up couch you got for less than a few bucks on your roof, snacking on junk food and talking about the woes of puberty. Sometimes he’d bring his laptop and earphones and worked on making music while you took your worm out sketchpad and various pencils.

During those times you two were doing your own thing, silence would fill the air. And that was okay- sometimes the quiet sufficed. No words were needed to be said, just the feeling of each other’s presence was enough.

But there were times where Mingi would look up from the lit screen of his laptop and glance over to you. Were you always this cute whenever the habit of your tongue sticking out of your lips when you drew would happen? Since when did the way your lashes touched your cheeks make his face flush at the overwhelming beauty you held?

And since when was he so tempted to kiss those luscious lips of yours?

Sometimes you would catch him staring at you. Whenever you would be invited to go hangout with ATEEZ, you could feel a pair of eyes at the back of your head. And once or twice, you would catch your best friend staring at you, prompting him to turn his head and glomp onto Yunho or Hongjoong.

You found it adorable actually.

You found his smile cute, you found the way he was ready to help anyone so admirable and you couldn’t help but be mesmerized for the way his eyes would sparkle whenever he was so passionate about the things he was doing.

These thoughts aided you in your restless sleep one night, it helped you conclude that you were indeed in love with Song Mingi.

You two never spoke about it with each other, especially since you were scared that it could ruin the nineteen years of friendship you had with each other. You two would skirt around the topic every once in a while, or not really try to deny it whenever your friends teased about how you had a massive crush on each other. It was a good enough signal that things were going in The right direction but just needed the right time to reveal it.

“He’s on the way, hide bitches!” Wooyoung screamed as he hurled himself into Mingi’s couch to hide behind it.

You and the rest of the boys all scrambled to find a perfect spot to hide. You could hear Yeosang push Jongho away from his hiding spot beside the cabinet that held up the rather large television, and the way Seonghwa and San muffle their laughter.

You were caught in the middle of the living room, frantic in searching for a spot. The jingling of keys made you panic even more but you settled on standing in the space beside the door so that when it opened, it covered your form.

“Okay what’s all this about?” Mingi calls out to the seemingly empty apartment.

No one moved for a whole minute. Lucky for you, he was too distracted by the huge teddy bear that sat in the middle of the table of his dining room, a box of mint chocolate ice cream cake waiting in front of it.

Heads peeped out from their respective hiding places. You silently counted down from three, using your fingers to go along with it. And once you reach one, everyone jumps out from their hiding spot and shouts a birthday greeting for Mingi, confetti falling overhead from the small confetti cannon Yunho brought along.

The rest of his birthday was a blur. There were games, cake, alcohol (snuck in by the older boys) , loud music and an overall simple party that so happened to just have booze. While the rest of the boys were having a time of their life playing some sort of game similar to Twister, you and Mingi snuck out to the back of his house and onto his roof.

The chilly evening air was cool against your flushed skins from the amount of beer you two drank. Soft giggles floated with the wind as you two tried to settle down comfortably.

“I hope you enjoyed the day, Mingi.” You say after a moment, staring up at him. “Even if it’s too simple.”

His eyes shifted from the way your delicate hands adjusted the lilac skirt over your legs to your sparkling eyes. “____ are you kidding? It’s perfect- I couldn’t ask for a better way to celebrate.”

You chuckle and turn your head to look up at the sky, hair brushing your shoulders. Another gentle breeze passes by, making you shiver and unconsciously shift closer to the male.

He stiffens up for a moment but relaxes when he realizes that this was what he wanted. Well, maybe he wanted your head to lay against his shoulders while he rests his head on top of yours but this will settle for now.

Your fingers brush against each other but neither of you move to pull your hand away. Silence settled over the two of you, only the sound of the music blasting from downstairs and the engine of the occasional car that passes by were heard.

Mingi makes the bold move to finally lace his fingers with yours. Your breath catches in your throat and you look up at him. He was looking down at you with a tender look in his gaze, eyes searching for something. His other hand reached up to cup your cheek hesitantly, fingertips grazing your skin.

You help him by resting your free hand on top of his, leaning into his touch. A gentle smile graces your lips. Your eyes held a soft look in them, one that was practically begging to have him just give in and kiss you.

And finally- he did.

The kiss wasn’t like the ones you’ve read in the few romance novels that you picked up from the bookstore. It wasn’t all butterflies or fireworks. It was like a flood crashing into you, a wall finally being torn down after many years of longing stares and quiet yearning. It felt exactly like that and you couldn’t ask for any moment more perfect than this.

And like before, no words were needed to be said. The presence of each other was enough.

#ateez #ateez x reader #song mingi x reader #song mingi #idol x reader #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #fluff

[rons-hermiones]

Come Find Me

Come Find Me

by rons-hermiones

Summary: Unplanned, Hermione is forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow due to her grandmother falling very ill. After being ignored by Hermione for weeks, Ron is determined to show her how much she means to him. Just before he gets the chance to tell her, Bellatrix Lestrange shows up with other plans for Hermione. Can Ron get to her before it's too late? (Ron/Hermione Half-Blood Prince AU)

Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.

Chapter Twenty Three

Ron scoured the train for a bit. Half looking for Malfoy, half avoiding going to sit back in the compartment. When he had nothing to do his thoughts became almost unbearable. 

However, he must’ve been moving at a very gradual pace, considering the train soon came to halt and he hadn’t even made it halfway through the cars. 

Sighing heavily, he began a descent against the crowd to gather his knapsack and trunk from where he had boarded. 

Thankfully, the car was empty when he reached it, saving him the task of explaining to Harry and his sister where he had been. 

Picking up his things he moved to place them in the ever growing pile of items for transport to the castle. 

As he placed his trunk down, he heard a noise. A sickeningly familiar one at that. One he had the pleasure of forgetting over break. 

Turning slightly, he saw Lavender giggling about something with Parvati. Panicking slightly, Ron stalked away to find a carriage. 

Harry’s mop of messy hair was visible in the crowd as he climbed into one. Moving quickly, Ron went to join him inside. 

“Oh there you are mate.” Harry said as his friend sat down. 

“Yeah, sorry, prefect business and all. Patrols.” He lied after seeing the look of concern on Ginny’s face. 

“All good.” His friend said with a nod, but eyeing Ron suspiciously. 

“What’s got you looking all flushed?” His sister piped up, unable to control herself. 

Weasley had half the heart to spill everything he was thinking about Malfoy, but knew he couldn’t for two reasons. One, Ginny didn’t know Harry suspected him as a Death Eater in the first place. Two, Ron wanted to take the Hermione approach of things. He needed solid evidence he had to do with this whole thing before jumping and only fueling Harry’s obsession further. 

“Uh, well, I saw Lavender.” He settled for. It was half true anyway. 

The pair cringed. 

“She didn’t see me though.” Ron added. 

“So, how are you gonna, you know, deal with that?” Harry asked uncomfortably. 

Ron shrugged. Lavender was certainly the least of his worries. As far as he was concerned things were over between them, they had been for a while. And as terrible as it sounds, he just doesn’t have the heart to explain that to her again. He was too dead set on other things. 

“I reckon I’ll avoid her. I did it before holiday. I told her things were over. There’s not much else I can do, I just hope she gets the hint.” 

Ginny scoffed, “not likely. She’s kind of obsessed with you.” 

The ginger rolled his eyes, “well, I’m kind of obsessed with other things at the moment. Too much so to entertain her obsession with me.” He said a little fed up with the topic. Though, some part of it felt nice to talk about something less than life or death situations. 

Suddenly feeling a little bad, Ginny nodded, “we should come up with some kind of word.” She said leaning forward. 

“For?” Harry asked, confused. 

She rolled her eyes dramatically, “you know, whenever Lavender’s coming of course! Something to warn Ron. No offense, but I think if you’re stuck in the same room with her you may lose your temper. It’s been a bit short as of late.” Ginny mumbled the last sentence. 

Ignoring the last part, he spoke, “alright what word?” Ron questioned. 

“How about ‘droobles’?” Harry suggested. 

Ginny shook her head, “no, knowing Ron that word probably comes up like once a day.” She said with a small laugh. 

Surprisingly, the pair of boys chuckled too. The first time in weeks. 

The youngest Weasley beamed at the sound, “okay, what about ‘squid’?” 

“Squid?” Ron asked. 

“Yeah, she’s all tentacles, latching onto you. Plus, squid and giant squid are two different words. You can manage to work squid into conversation.” Ginny justified.

“Alright then, squid.” Ron agreed. 

“Squid.” Harry added with a small smile. 

After that, they lapsed into silence. It was nice, if even for a few minutes, to have a conversation that removed his thoughts from Hermione, even if said conversation was about how to avoid Lavender. 

All of him does long for Hermione to be there. To see how serious he really is about being through with the blonde. 

Before his thoughts could wander further, the carriage comes to a stop as the three climb out. 

Harry and Ginny go left, but Ron goes right. 

“Oi Ron, this way.” Harry reminds. 

He shakes his head, “nah, gotta take the second years to the feast, then I’m gonna go up to the dorms. I got late patrols. I’m knackered.” He says, which isn’t a complete lie. He is pretty tired, but he also doesn’t think he can deal with the Gryffindor’s inevitable line of questioning to him and Harry about Hermione’s whereabouts. 

“Alright mate, I’ll bring you up some food.” Harry promises. 

Ron nods. For the first time since he can remember. He’s not very hungry for Hogwarts food. 

...

Escorting the second years only took about twenty minutes. Thankfully, they were less timid than first years, so they moved quicker. Also, he imagines they could sense Ron was in a testy mood and decided not to challenge him. 

After, he climbed the empty Gryffindor tower to his dorm and laid down for a kip.

Ron walked thoughtlessly through Hogwarts corridors. Hermione’s absence at times like these was more present then usual. Rounds were something always reserved for the two of them. No matter how awful it sounded, he looked forward to these times. Harry free. Just the two of them. 

As he turned down the Transfiguration hallway he caught sight of a head of blonde hair walking forward. 

“Malfoy!” Ron called. 

Surprisingly, the blonde turned to face him. 

“You’re not on rounds. You shouldn’t be out this late. May just have to give you detention. Maybe take away some points, eh?” Ron sneered, though he knew he couldn’t. After all, Malfoy was also a prefect. 

However, the blonde didn’t come up with some nasty retort about how Ron was poor or how he was a blood traitor. No, instead, he looked scared. 

“I was out looking for you.” 

“Me?” The redhead asked befuddled. 

Draco nodded slowly, “I need to talk to you. But not here.” 

With that, the Slytherin silently led him onward. Still suspicious, Ron’s hand was in his pocket, having his wand at the ready. 

Soon, they reached the astronomy tower as he deafly followed the git up the steps. 

“Brought me up here to push me off, have you?” Ron said, half serious as the wind ruffled his robes. 

Malfoy shook his head. Again, not coming up with any sort of taunts. It was almost worrying. 

“It’s about,” he stopped, eyes finally meeting his, “it’s about Granger.” 

Suddenly, his hand slackens in his pocket as he advances toward. 

“He-Hermione?” He squeaks. 

The blonde nods, “I know where she is.” 

All pretenses of the civilness they’d been fooling themselves with were lost. Ron shoved Draco backward, hitting the brick wall. 

“Tell me.” He grunted, hands fisting at his collar roughly. 

Draco opened his mouth to do just that until something caught the pair's attention. 

A laugh. 

“Oh! Gonna rat, were you Draco?” Bellatrix Lestrange’s voice sounded. 

Ron turned around to see the mad witch with her wand drawn. 

“No auntie, I-“ he cowered. 

“Nonsense. Just like your mother, weak! Never cut out for all this.” She spat. 

Ron exchanged a look between the pair. He was right all along? Harry was right? 

Draco’s eyes were screwed shut. 

“I’m not going to punish you Draco. As disappointed as I may be, you are family. It’s not my job to discipline you.” Ron wanted to know where that thought was when she killed Sirius, “no matter. I’m sure the Dark Lord will thank you, since you’ve brought me a lovely gift.” She smiled. 

Suddenly, her piercing gaze was on Ron. 

“She cries for you. Did you know?” The witch asks, walking closer to circle him. “Every night.” Bellatrix adds, like a knife to his heart. 

Not caring, he draws his wand and points right at her. “Take me to her.” He demands. 

“Oh!” She hoots excitedly at his action, “or I could take her to you.” The smile is back. 

“Greyback!” Bellatrix calls. 

Descending from the steps is Fenrir Greyback. In his arms is Hermione. Her entire body is slack and pale. Blood coats the expanse of her skin as he makes out horrific bruises and bites. 

“Hermione.” He moans making a move for her. 

Greyback drops her to the floor, Ron reaches for her. Like always, he’s too late, she hits the stone before Ron gets there. 

He throws himself to the ground, clutching at her body. His hands smear with blood as he reaches for a pulse. 

There isn’t one. 

Bellatrix begins cackling as Ron realizes she’s dead. 

“Hermione.” He cries. 

“Come on Mione. Don’t do this.” 

“Hermione.” He’s surely wailing. 

“Ron.” The voice isn’t hers. 

He doesn’t care, “Hermione. Please.” 

“Ron!” It’s louder. 

Her body begins to fade. “No! You can’t take her from me!” 

“Hermione!” 

“Ron!” 

He jumps awake to find Dean standing over him, concern evident on his face. 

“Moaning about Granger again? Can’t say I missed that.” Seamus joked from the doorway. 

Ron wasn’t even in a state to berate him. Too busy slowing his breathing. 

Dean seemed to notice and shot the Irish boy a glare. 

“You alright there Ron?” Dean asked softly. 

Weasley opened his mouth to tell him it was just a dream, but soon stopped himself. Once able to scrub the image of Hermione’s limp body from his brain, he can’t help but wonder about Malfoy. 

He isn’t a seer, hell, he isn’t even all that great at divination, but could it mean something? Could Malfoy truly know where Hermione is? Is that why he acted weird on the train? Is that why he told Katie she was gone? Was Harry right?

He soon pushed his thoughts away. In the back of his mind an image of Harry waking up in the middle of the night telling them Sirius was in trouble flashes in his brain. 

Don’t be irrational. A voice, it sounds like Hermione’s scolds him. 

Facts. Remember the facts. 

“Ron?” Dean asks again. 

He shakes his head, “yeah, I’m fine. Department of Mysteries.” He lies easily, eyeing the scars down his arm. 

Sympathetically, Dean claps him on the shoulder and moves away. 

“We were just coming to grab exploding snap, Harry told us to wake you for your rounds.” His roommate explains. 

“Right, thanks mate.” Ron says sitting up and smoothing out his hair. 

Dean and Seamus soon left, leaving Ron to toss his cloak on and prepare for patrols. 

Slipping away, he soon found himself in the transfiguration hallway, half expecting to see Draco Malfoy. When that didn’t happen, he worked his way to the astronomy tower. Again, testing his theory. 

As his eyes landed on the place he saw Hermione’s lifeless body, he soon decided on a way to take his mind off of everything. 

Operation, what the fuck does Malfoy know.

#Ron Weasley #Ron and Hermione #rons-hermiones come find me #ron x hermione #Hermione Granger #romione fanfic #romione #sixth year #hp fanfic #hp

[stars-in-my-universe]

Need You: Tyler Seguin

Please let me know what you think and if you would like more. I don’t know what this was, I just felt like I needed to write Tyler with a baby in some sort of way and this is what came out! Let me know what you all think.

Warnings: Cussing.

Prt 2.

Prt.3

To be fair, when you had your daughter Tyler and the guys were in the playoffs that week. You really didn’t expect any of them to come by, however you also knew that they had lost and were kicked out of the playoffs that same week meaning they no longer had any upcoming games which made you think maybe he would stop by. But you were completely wrong. Jamie and Katie did come visit you when you were out of the hospital and safe and settled in your apartment in Dallas. 

They had told you about the season and asked how the birth went, which you were honest. It was hard. You had your mom there as well as your sister and your best friend but it was still hard, pushing a baby out of you was not how you pictured yourself at 24. You were no saint and like Tyler, you had a wild past. You guys had partied together and had become best friends, always sharing your stories over some wine and pizza, which is why it killed you when you had told Tyler that you were pregnant from a one night stand; apparently rubbers and the day after pill wasn’t enough. He didn’t say much, he kind of congratulated you and asked you how you were going to do this alone? You remember being a mess and crying on his couch, telling him you didn’t know. You had a good job, that wasn’t the problem it was more so how you were going to raise a child alone. 

You were also a mess because you realized that you had started developing feelings for your best friend and now with the tiny human growing in you, you knew you had no chance now. Not like you had a chance before, you weren’t the kind of girl he went out with. It killed you even more when your pregnancy had progressed and Tyler had distanced himself from you, only ever coming around for big events and that was it, you also had stopped going over to his house parties realizing no one wants a pregnant girl around. Closer to your due date you had finally accepted the fact that there had been a shift in your friendship and now it was four months later, you had a baby girl and Tyler had gone MIA on you, posting on instagram only and actively ignoring your texts. So you finally gave up. Your nights of partying till 4 am had changed to doing research on what baby furniture you needed and baby proofing the apartment. Your life had completely changed whether you wanted it to or not. 

Jamie and Ben surprisingly still game around from time to time, but the captain and goalie never mentioned their assist captain to you, no matter how many times you wanted to ask them how he was. You had come to terms you’d probably only see him maybe during the season which was quickly approaching but you didn’t expect him to show up on your doorstep one day.

“Avaaaaaaa” You sang your daughters name as she sat on the floor surrounded by stuffed animals, some your mom gave you and some your best childhood best friend had given you. You continued to fold clothes and keep an eye on her, as she shook one of her toys in her hands and threw it on the floor.

“Are you being silly, Ava?” She let out a garbled noise which you took as a yes. You got up to put the towels away when there was a knock on the door making you stop. You hadn’t expected anyone today and your mom usually called if she was going to stop by. You put the towels down and bent down to pick Ava up who happily cooed as you held her in your arms. You placed a kiss on her hand that she kept shoving in your face making you laugh. Opening the door you turned to face the visitor and before you could catch yourself you went to slam the door shut. 

“Y/N!” Tyler’s foot shot out blocking the door from closing all the way. He was the last person you expected to see on your door step.

“What the fuck do you want Tyler?” You really tried to not cuss in front of Ava but today was an exception.

“I just want to talk, apologize, for-”

“Oh go fuck yourself Tyler.” You were pissed and Ava could tell because before you knew it she was in tears, screaming making you groan. If you went to calm her down He’d be able to get in, but you couldn’t stand here with your door open and a screaming baby, your neighbors did like you.

“Just go away, Tyler. I have to put her down.” He let out a huff but didn’t move.

“Let me see her, I want to see her.” You flinched as Ava let out another cry.

“You gave up your write to see her when you decided to ignore my texts and disappear.” Another cry. You let out a ‘fuck’ and stepped away from the door watching as the door flung open and Tyler nearly falling through the doorway onto the floor. You ignored him as you went into your room to put Ava in her crib, laying her down you had turned her twinkle lights that hung over her crib on and turned on her animal mobile that played soothing sounds when you needed her to calm down. She immediately stopped crying and looked above her, her eyes following the little lion and zebra as they went in a circle. You smiled down at her and tucked her in knowing she was probably going to take a nap. Turning on the baby monitor by the crib and grabbing the other one, you closed your bedroom door halfway and made your way back into the living room where you had left the pain the ass. 

You watched as Tyler stood by your book shelf in the living room that used to be littered with pictures of your party days. Now it was pictures from your baby shower, Ava being born, your sonograms, your mom with Ava. She really was your world now. You eyed Tyler as he took in the pictures; he looked good as he always did. He had bulked up a bit over the summer, his snapback on his head, his beard neatly trimmed. This wasn’t anything new, Tyler always looked good.

“I won’t repeat myself again, Tyler. What the fuck do you want?” He jumped at your voice which was significantly lower due to Ava. You watched as he rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit he had.

“I just want to apologize and talk. Let me explain myself.” You rolled your eyes.

“You left Tyler, out of my life. You were my best friend and you just disappeared.” He watched as you moved around the room, a habit you had when you were stressed. You couldn’t sit still.

“I got scared!” You wanted to slap him.

“Scared? I was scared Tyler, I was going to have a baby by myself and I needed my best friends there. But you just left. How dare you say you were scared!” He didn’t say anything, you could feel the anger and the hurt radiate through your body. 

“How could you be scared? All you had to do was be supportive, I didn’t ask you for anything else. I had-”

“I was scared because I was in love with you!” 

#Tyler Seguin #tyler seguin one shot #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin x reader #nhl imagines #nhl #nhl oneshot #dallas stars #dallas stars imagine #jamie benn #ben bishop #writing #angst #baby talk

[imagine-lcorp]

Use Somebody (One Shot)

Request

How about a post-season 4, where kara and lena have feelings for each other then to get back at kara for keeping her supergirl identity, lena rejects her and started dating reader but ends up really falling in love with the reader in the end. Reader gets at by Lena's ulterior motive. Angst with happy ending please. P.S. I really love your writings! :)

A/N: Okay guys, so furst of all I’m soo sooorry, I haven’t wirtten much, honestly October is like a pretty busy month for me but please know that I’m still around, trying to write and pretty much obssesing over Lena Luthor and Katie McGrath. Now, this little imagine was supposed to be angsty but it seems like my brain cannot function when writing angst so please forgive me because i think this is actually pretty bad but i did my best for you as always. Please let me know what you think, i hope you still like it and love y’all!!!!

Lena Luthor x  R//Word Count: 1,904

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It was right after Lena broke the picture in her desk that she decided she had had enough. Enough lies, enough pretending, enough betrayal. Enough of a broken heart. So, when Kara visited her that morning to ask about her, Lena didn't hold back.

The confrontation couldn't have been more nerve wrecking for both of them. Lena didn't want to know anything about her anymore outside of what was strictly necessary. If Supergirl or the DEO needed her, she would comply and that was it. A courteous agreement for the greater good and to preserve the peace among them. It no longer mattered the reasons why Kara had kept her secret from her or how much she had claimed to care and love Lena. At the end of it all, Supergirl and Kara now fused in the same person, were confined to a corner in Lena's mind where a box with all she had made Lena feel once was sealed and left to never be opened again.

It had hurt Lena so deeply that she could only think how much she wanted her to hurt too, make her feel the same she was feeling. Wounded, hopeless, tired. A punishment to fit the crime.

Then you entered her office and she didn't know if it had been the alcohol or the way you looked at her from her door, so innocent and full of concern just like she used to.

"Sorry to bother you but I heard what happened. I thought you could use a friend."

"Thank you, (Y/N)." She smiled sadly at you. "I could definitely use one right now."

And so she did.

It was no secret that you had a crush on Lena, even she was pretty much aware to some extent about it, but you never made a move or showed more interest than it was necessary. There had always been a speck of hope that your friendship with her could became something else but you kept your distance on those matters.

But then Lena invited you on a date and then another and another, and date after date you tried to prove yourself more than just a good friend and someone she could trust.

When the Superfriends found out about you, they seemed relatively happy about it. Or most of them anyway.

You started to notice soon after the way Lena acted towards Kara. However, she never mentioned why it was like this and you also never questioned her about it. Their relationship was still in good terms as far as anyone could see. Lena had made sure of that. So not a single time it occurred to you that something was wrong. Or at least that was you said to yourself over and over and over.

The bites of tension every time Lena and Kara were in the same room. The way Kara kept her eyes on Lena trying to catch her attention, the extra politeness they dedicated to each other when their encounters were inevitable, and how Lena tried to stay on the other side of the room if Kara happened to be there too. Silly glances and coincidences that were made obvious in the was she tried too to stay close to you or showing a little more of affection if there were people around. If Kara was around.

Over and over you had convinced yourself it was due to the novelty of your relationship. How bad you wanted to be near each other, how in love you were with each other.

As the days with you passed, Lena started noticing a few things by herself. How little by little the ache and the sadness that had plagued her dissipated to shed some light on the new feelings nesting inside her heart.

At first, it was strange to realize thinking about Kara didn't hurt as much when you were around. You were by her side and on her side and that was more than enough at the end of the day, having one person to trust and love.

It was the careful, thoughtful way you cared for others and made them feel heard, the many things you liked and tried to share with her, the sound of your laugh when you found something funny on your phone, and the little quirks she had learned about you that were so you she couldn't imagine you without them. The way you looked at the world. The way you looked at her. All of you that helped her forget.

If only you had remained blind to real reason why Lena had choose you to stay by her side, it would have been enough for you too.

It was a Friday night, out with your friends and Lena that you finally found out. Between drinks and laughs and jokes and bad songs on the karaoke, you left Lena's side for a moment and headed to the bathroom. You hadn't notice Kara and Alex had gone there too.

"... this whole thing with (Y/N) and Lena, I know it's getting on your nerves." You heard Alex's voice before entering the bathroom and at the mention of your name you stopped.

"On my nerves?" Kara scoffed in response. "No, that's not what-" The sound of glass breaking made you jump a little.

"Well, you broke your drink." Alex remarked.

"Oh god, Alex, what am I suppose to do." Kara sounded tired. "They look like they are made for each other."

"I wouldn't go that far. I mean, do they look cute together? Kinda. Will that last? No. Why?"She pointed each question and answer and you frowned."It's obvious Lena has feelings for you. Why do you think she started dating (Y/N) in the first the place?"

"Because she hates me and is in love with someone else?"

"Because she's hurt." This was definitely something you didn't want to listen, but your feet had seemed to be glued to the ground. "From what I can see, this is Lena's rebound and I'm sorry (Y/N) had to be the one caught in the middle." You didn't listen to anything else after that.

No one could understand why you had left the bar in such a rush and neither did Lena until she called after you.

"(Y/N), wait!" You stopped dead in your tracks in the middle of the street at the sound of her pleading voice. It wasn't something you ever thought hearing from her. "Would you tell me what's going on?"

"Sure, I'll tell you what's going on." It was a second before the anger came back and you turned to face her. "Only if you tell me first, why did you ask me out the first time?"

She was taken aback for a moment at your question but took a couple of steps slowly towards you as if not scare you. "Because I like you (Y/N), why else would I-?"

"Are you sure it wasn't because you wanted to get at Kara?"

Lena didn't move. She couldn't. Because she knew there was truth in your words. So she let the silence fill the space between you before she was able to respond. Her answer was confirmation enough for you.

"It's not what you think."

"Not what I think?" You scoffed. "And what do I think, Lena? That this whole time I was only a piece you could use in your little game?"

"(Y/N), please, let me explain."

"What for?" Your voice kept rising at every word. "So we can keep pretending you had some kind of real interest in me? So I can keep making a damn fool of myself since I was the only one in lov-!"

You stopped yourself from finishing the final word as you felt your chest crumble and your voice break.

You closed your eyes for a moment and let out a ragged breath before looking back. "Did you even really cared?"

"(Y/N), I..." Yes, she had wanted to say. "I'm sorry." She said instead.

You swallowed trying to keep your voice from cracking. "Yeah, me too."

Lena couldn't seem to move anymore as you turned back and left. She realized too late she should have gone after you but the fear of rejection had made her stay behind.

She started calling soon after that, leaving messages, voice-mails, knocking on your door whenever she guessed you could be at home, only to find no answer. There was no reason to have an answer from you when all she had done was give you the same lies, the same pretense, and the same betrayal she had received from the person she used to love. A fitting punishment.

There were many times, however, when you had wanted to answer those calls. You would hear and read her messages over and over just to listen to her voice again. Although every time you listened to her you felt your heart grew heaver and heavier at every word. Because you loved Lena and it was impossible to you to understand how she was capable of playing you the way she did. You had believed every single word that came out of her mouth, not seeing the calculated moves and actions behind them. Or rather, you hadn't wanted to see them.

"(Y/N)." She called through your door one last time after many days she had spent trying to get a word from you. "I know I'm the last person you want to see ever again, but I want you to know that...I'm sorry."

"I was so angry and hurt by someone that I believed using someone else was a good idea to hurt them too. So, when you entered my office that day, my mind was already plotting vengeance. But you were so good with me, so caring and kind, that I started to forget why I had done all of it in the first place."

"I'm sorry." She repeated. "I love you, (Y/N), and I hope you can forgive me someday."

Lena pressed her forehead on your door and left out a defeated sigh not expecting it to open. She waited for a moment, her last hope of getting an answer.

She didn't receive any.

She turned to leave, finally accepting the fact that her mistake had been too great for you to ever forgive her. If it had been her on the other side of the door, she wouldn't have opened it either, she thought.

But then she heard the knob turning and the little squeak your door did every time when opening and she stopped herself one step from your door. She turned again to see you looking at her with a frown she couldn't quite read. It may have been anger, tiredness, confusion, a mix of all of those even, but when you spoke your voice was filled with concern. The same way you had looked at her that morning from a long time ago.

"You seem like you could use a friend." You said.

"Yeah." She swallowed. "I could use one."

Behind your door you had heard, her words so true that even when you couldn't see her you knew, that for everything she had said and done before there must have been something true. So you swung the door open wide and let her in once more, and that was enough.

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Riverdale Season 5 Trailer Thoughts/Breakdown

Yay the trailer is finally here! So excited. Anyway here is my breakdown of the trailer and my initial thoughts and theories. I do want to say real quick as a trigger warning that the trailer did have images of what appeared to be a suicide by hanging and there are images of that in this breakdown (I have put them under a tag) so if this is something you feel will upset or trigger you please be careful. Also obviously there are spoilers.  

Firstly they didn’t really give us much new content. Most of the footage was stuff we have already seen and consisted of shots from the videos the voyeur had put out and the characters staring at tv screens. But there were a few new scenes in there for us to over-analyse and go crazy over. Also most of the scenes look like they are pre time jump which to be honest I was expecting because season 5 footage could potentially spoil the ending of what would of been season 4/ the current storyline with the voyeur. 

So the first bit of new footage I think is this shot:

At least I’m pretty sure we haven’t seen it before. It’s clearly Jughead and it looks to me like he’s got a book on his lap (circled in red). Here’s the question I have, is he lighting the match to read the book because there’s no light where ever he is or is he going to burn the book. One theory I have is that from the character description for jughead’s new girlfriend it talks about a book that he’s not writing. Basically he’s struggling to write a book. Maybe this is actually a cleverly placed post time jump scene and he’s frustrated about his fight with his girlfriend over the book and so he burns it. That is the book in his lap is a draft or something of his own book. Maybe he then goes back to Riverdale to start the book over and get new inspiration. But that’s just my best guess of what’s going on here. I mean it might not even be a book in his lap. 

Next new scene is this one where Betty and Jughead are talking to Brett in prison:

Anyone who read my season 4 theory/review posts knows that I think Donna is involved in the whole voyeur plotline and is in fact the leader of a ring of voyeurs I spose you could call it. For me this scene makes me think this is even more likely. Brett says ‘something’s coming and it’s going to hit you like a mack truck.’ So he obviously knows something about the voyeur. Unfortunately I think this might also suggest that Charles could be involved, if anything is going to hit them like a mack truck it would be finding out their brother is out to get them. I really hope thats not the case though. I mean Brett could just be being dramatic right? 

Not really sure how I feel about the B*ghead scene. I talked about this in one of my reviews, about how when Betty and Jughead slept together for the first time I was uncomfortable about it because at the time Betty was lying to Jughead about having kissed Archie and to me that just didn’t seem right or fair to Jughead. This is a very similar situation. I feel like if Betty has already told Jughead about the kiss with Archie and they’ve worked it out then fine its another b*ghead sex scene whatever you know, I’m not overly invested in B*ghead but I don’t really mind them either, I’m just bored of them to be honest, so it is what it is. But if she’s still sleeping with him without having that conversation with him then I do think that’s a mistake on Betty’s part and that she isn’t being fair to Jughead. But from the look on Jughead’s face in this shot:

I think it looks like she does tell him which I am relieved about it even though it’s going to really suck to see Jughead heartbroken like this. In which case if she has told him then this could be breakup sex or it could be Jughead decides he wants to try and make it work and this is like makeup sex. If it is the latter I do think later they will both realise they just can’t make it work and they decide to part before or during the time jump. Though I do want to make it clear no matter what does happen if she does tell him or not that I would never hate on Betty, the same as when she cheated, at the end of the day she’s a teenage girl and she makes mistakes, hopefully she learns and grows from those mistakes, she has time to and the same for Archie too.  

 So prom looks like it is going to be fun, well at first anyway. It does look like Veronica is going to find out about Betty and Archie at prom which isn’t really new information:

Look as excited as I am to see Barchie and the potential of them being explored, and as bored as I am with the current couples it’s still going to be really hard to see Veronica (and Jughead) hurt. I mean look at my poor girl she’s devastated and 100% doesn’t deserve this. But I do feel like the current couples did need to be changed up a bit and breakups are always going to hurt, but it does suck to see. 

It looks like more than just relationship drama goes down at prom. There is this scene:

It’s hard to tell whether this is like on a big screen at prom or whether this happens after prom but either way it looks like someone else is going to die and this is going to be a disturbing scene. What does make me curious is this shot:

 I’m sort of confused by this scene because at first I thought this and the image above were related and there is obviously something happening, some kind of drama but we can’t see what it is. The thing is they don’t look scared. They look more shocked/ surprised. And the guy on the end next to Reggie (apparently he’s a character from Katy Keene but I just know him as Austin from a show called Make it or Break it and honestly its weird seeing him in Riverdale but I digress) he just looks really confused. My theory is that Veronica and Archie are having a fight in the middle of prom after she finds out about the kiss with Betty and Reggie is making that ooh face because Veronica has slapped Archie. I reckon something has caused Betty and Jughead to have already left prom so Jughead won’t find out until later. Another explanation could be that theory that footage of Barchie’s kiss gets shown at prom. Obviously Austin/ Character from Katy Keene is confused because he doesn’t really know anyone there so probably doesn’t have any idea what’s going on. 

(Ok so the next part is to do with that trigger warning I mentioned earlier so again please only continue if you are comfortable to do so.)

So we’ve got our first potential shot of the voyeur here wearing an owl mask. That’s not creepy at all.  

The interesting thing though is this shot:

As you can see cirlced in red this person who appears to have hung themselves is wearing that same owl mask. But I actually think this is a bit of a red herring. I think the top image is Donna, the jacket they are wearing is similar to the jackets she likes to wear and to me the build of the person in the top image is different to the build of the person in the second image. To me the top one looks more feminine and the second more masculine. Though it is hard to tell because of the difference in angles and what not. But my theory is that Jughead and Betty start to get a little too close to uncovering her so she kills someone else to make it look like the voyeur has taken their own life and throw them off. Maybe she takes a page out of Jughead’s book and fakes a death so to speak. Another possibilty is this is a re-enactment of Clifford Blossoms death and like a last message to Riverdale if I’m making sense but then it doesn’t make sense that they are wearing the owl mask and not the cliff one. It does make me wonder who this person is. They’ve got dark hair and they are wearing quite a formal suit but otherwise we don’t have much information to go off. Also I wonder if this is the same person who appears to be killed in the prom video or whether two people are going to be killed. 

Ok whoever is standing over Jellybean with a knife better have their running shoes on because I’m coming for them. I don’t think they will hurt Jellybean but I actually think this could be what they use to have FP leave the show. I think the voyeur will release videos of them all sleeping and show that they have been in their house with the knife and that they have the potential of harming them which is really really terrifying and like one of my worst nightmares. I think FP will be like Nah not my little girl and for her safety will take Jellybean and move away from Riverdale. I could see some arguments in the family where some members like jughead and Betty refuse to leave and others want them all to go. Maybe in the end Alice decides to stay to look out for Betty and also maybe help Betty, Jughead and Charles with the investigation and FP takes Jellybean. 

From these two images and that image that was released a while back of Archie in the boxing ring it looks like Archie is going to have a boxing match I know an amazing deduction there what can I say I’m a true detective. There’s not really much that can be said about it. I’m not sure why he is having a match, maybe something to do with the navy if he hasn’t already decided to join the army instead? Or maybe its more Hiram Lodge shananigans. Hopefully Archie will win. But it does look like Archie won’t be the only one getting into fisticuffs. 

 Looks like Jughead will be having an altercation with someone as well. I think it might have something to do with the voyeur because you can see a projector in the background with images of houses on them. But I can’t tell who the people in the picture are. If I were to take a guess I would say its possibly that tickle ring. I said in my season 4 theories that I think Terry the ticklemaster is involved in the voyeur plot as he would be able to get the ‘actors’ for the videos. But who knows like I said its hard to see from these pictures. 

Speaking of the voyeur it looks like the next person they want to mess with is Archie with an re-enactment of the blackhood in the diner. I have a horrible feeling that this is only the end of that video and it will also show someone in a Fred mask getting shot first then we’ll see this image of the blackhood holding Archie at gunpoint. Obviously this is going to be soo upsetting for Archie and is going to bring back up his grief at having lost his father. I feel like this will happen after prom too so I feel like he’s going to have just broken up with Veronica then get home to this video. I think he’ll then go for a run to try and let out some of his emotions and end up at his father’s grave where he’ll have a bit of a break down. I mean poor Archie. I’m going to cry at this scene I just know it. 

So this picture is one of the ones I’m most curious about. Now I’m pretty sure that this is one of Cheryl’s dresses, like I can’t remember where I’ve seen her in it but I am 90% sure I have seen her in it. Also to me this looks like the crypt under their house where she kept Jason and where her uncle was killed. Cheryl wasn’t wearing this dress when her uncle was killed so its not his blood on the dress unless she wore it when getting rid of the body. I did wonder if it was the voyeur’s way of letting Cheryl and Toni know that they knew what they had done. But it does beg the question of why is there blood on the dress. Was Cheryl wearing it when it got the blood on it? Or did the voyeur take it and wear it whilst killing someone then bring it back? One theory I have is maybe someone is messing with Toni and the others and Cheryl goes missing then this dress shows up and it looks like Cheryl has been killed but obviously she won’t be. I am interested to see what this is about. 

Ok so the last scene I want to talk about is this one:

I actually think, like the first image, this might be post time jump. Betty’s hair looks a little different here. Although it is pulled back she has got some bits of hair framing her face which is not normal for betty. Usually when her hair is up it is all scraped back. Also I know it sounds odd but she just looks more grown up to me. Also she seems alot more confident in holding a gun now which if she’s been training with the FBI would make sense. As to what is going on in this scene it could be exactly what it appears Betty hears something down stairs and theres some kind of threat down there. But I actually think this might be more of a comic scene. My scenario is as I said I think FP will take Jellybean away from Riverdale. It’s possible that Alice will than go join them after the kids graduate and go to college. I think this scene could be where Betty has come back to Riverdale and is in her old home (from what I can tell from these images it looks like her old house) some freaking stuff has happened in Riverdale since she’s arrived back you know a murder here and murder there and she’s hiome alone when she hears a noise downstairs, investigates gun drawn and its actually Alice showing up in the middle of the night unexpectedly. The both get a scare. 

So what did you guys think of the trailer? Are you excited for season 5? Do you have any theories on what you think will happen? 

#riverdale #riverdale spoilers #riverdale season five

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5x12 The Diamond of the Day pt 1

Final two episodes! Big finale! Why am I making myself cry in the middle of the afternoon! Both eps in this post.

I do love that they made Arthur a sore loser

Enter treacherous white woman #2. Srsly it was lazy writing when they did it for Mordred, it's worse now with Gwaine.

I do love the actual Round Table war room discussion but a) why isn't Merlin seated at the round table and b) why does Leon have so much goddamn faith in Camelot's walls? Like??? You literally said the same thing last year and yet Camelot *did* fall when Agravaine brought an army through the tunnels!

Poor Aithusa. Kid's had a rough life.

I do love Arthur responding to Merlin presenting him with all his supplies ready - which he prepared without his magic mind you - with suspicion 😂

But then he calls Merlin a coward and it's sad

Katie has such a great voice. That entire thing in the cave from her taunting to her laughter to the spell, it just just beautifully played.

Whole ass battle to prepare for and Arthur is just walking around moping cuz Merlin isn't there

So, Merlin's father-vision telling him he's magic itself and he just needs to believe in himself to get his magic going again, does this mean he *didn't* need to go to the cave to get it back? Cuz it seems like he needed to recharge in the cave itself, his injuries were healed when he woke up. That seems like magic cave stuff to me.

Also that "always have been and always will be" - I'm taking to mean 'always have been' in the sense that since he's 'magic itself' even before he was born, his magic existed in other, intangible forms, like we are all stardust etc. But now that he is, he will always be, aka he will not die.

Arthur waking up with his wife in his arms and Merlin's name on his lips, jumping out of bed to act on dream-info.

Balinor telling Merlin to trust in what will be.... like bitch that is literally not how this ends.

5x13 The Diamond of the day pt 2

You know that gif of the cat knocking everything off the table? That's literally Merlin shooting lightning at everyone from his perch on the ridge.

I have a lot of snarky things to say about Merlin coming out of the cave in full Dragoon gear and riding a horse instead of teleporting like the other witches but I'ma keep that to myself.

Mordred is a bitch and Aithusa has terrible aim. At least Aithusa's loyalty to Morgana makes sense.

Arthur said oh shit I'm magic - oh wait no it's that old man again

He also straight up "No! Bad dragon!"-ed Aithusa

Y'know, for all I've watched this episode and screamed about Arthur's death, I don't think I've ever focused on the exact moment he gets stabbed before.

Mordred catches him from behind and he meets it, no fault there. But as soon as he realizes his assailant is the knight who turned on him and joined Morgana, what does he do? HE LOWERS HIS FUCKING SWORD

He leaves himself wide fucking open and vulnerable and Mordred seizes the opportunity. I understand wanting the moment of recognition for Arthur, but on what planet is a trained warrior going to drop his sword mid-attack because he recognizes his attacker as a dude who only just recently decided to forsake him? It's soooooo dumb

There was a whole sequence a few episodes back where Mordred and Arthur are sparring, the point of it was to show that Mordred has become a skilled swordsman. So what exactly was the point in having Mordred run Arthur through as soon as Arthur idiotically lets his guard down? This should've been a meticulously choreographed sword fight, with Mordred getting the upper hand and sticking Arthur properly. Not this nonsense. Look at Arthur's FACE! Oh, Mordred... 👉👈 do you maybe wanna be friends again- STAB ... guess not

Uther's been rolling in his grave but he's taking an extra tumble watching Arthur forget all his skills and training in that moment.

I do appreciate Arthur getting Mordred back though. Like that moment of merciless anger followed by the hurt and regret playing on Arthur's face, warring with surety and responsibility. It was good.

I've rewatched the big confession scene about 16 times just now.

I don't quite understand why Merlin took Arthur to the woods to begin with. Instead of bringing him to the med tent in the battlefield or back to Camelot. What was the reason?

Merlin saying it feels strange (to use magic freely in front of Arthur) and him just going 'yeah' completely deadpan makes me laugh every time.

I really feel like Arthur's head should be elevated at a further incline if he's going to be fed.

Gaius refusing to outright expose Merlin as the sorcerer but nonetheless letting Gwen figure it out on her own warms my heart.

My God Arthur is sitting there dying, feeling betrayed about his best friend 'lying' to him, and still he can't stop himself from looking at Merlin's mouth.

Percival summoned MUSCLE POWER

Hey um random but why does Gwaine even know where Merlin and Arthur are headed? Why would Gaius tell him?

Arthur looks at Merlin so lovingly after he's killed Morgana 😭😭

And now he's literally grabbing at the man's hand 😭 "just hold me, please"

That's gotta be the gayest death scene in television history. If you can watch that without thinking Arthur puts his hand on the back of Merlin's head because some part of him wants to bring him down for a kiss, or that "just hold me, please" is in any way shape or form a 'bros' thing, and certainly not at all an intentional mirror/callback to Isolde dying in Tristan's arms, then I'm afraid you are what we professionals refer to as a dumb-as-nails fucknugget, more commonly phrased as 'willfully ignorant'.

"All that you have dreamt of building has come to pass" yeah except for the whole, y'know, magic still being illegal thing.

I've said this before, but, while I'm sure there was a determined intention to have Arthur die in his armor, probably in some kind of attempt to make sure the audience knows he's died a warrior's death, I *really* think it was kinda stupid that Merlin never removed it, despite Arthur being weak, despite the fact that there was something like five days between him getting stabbed and him actually dying, despite that for the duration of that time they were traveling or hiding out. Merlin managed to produce a cloak to put on Arthur, why did he need the full armor on that whole time? Like even if they left the chainmail on, those plates on his shoulder were just getting in the way, and it looked quite uncomfortable.

Also not for nothing but Lancelot got like, every flower in the forest surrounding lush verdant greens in his death boat, Arthur gets a bunch of sticks.

It suddenly occurs to me, watching this now, that the reason Leon/Percival is such a common side pairing in Merthur fics, is because these two motherfuckers are the only original Knights of the Round Table to survive the series. 🤦‍♀️ I dunno how I failed to notice that before now. My stupidity amazes me.

I'm *really* glad they decided to do this scene with Gwen wearing the Pendragon red dress instead of the black mourning dress. Yes she looks fabulous in it but it's more the symbolism than the 'reality' - with Gwen wearing her house's colors it represents a continuation rather than a finality. Camelot will go on, Gwen will undoubtedly end the war on magic and with Morgana dead (and frankly, I think by now she already brought about the death of all the angry incel type rulers in Albion) there stands to reason her reign will begin with a period of peace, possibly longer than Arthur's. We kind of have to assume that the 'time the poets speak of' is, inevitably, Gwen's reign - which only came about through Arthur's death. It's a little bit toooo subtle in my opinion, but at the same time, I understand the need for the focus on Merlin and Arthur - after all, this show was their journey - not leaving much time to focus on Gwen and Camelot in the aftermath of Arthur's death.

I will just say, the first time I watched this that fucking truck scared the ever living shit out of me. I also just immediately, viscerally hated that scene and declared it invalid - but I think it was because the truck made me jump out of my skin. It has since grown on me, particularly once I started reading 'Arthur Returns' fic.

Everything beyond this point is post-series spec and headcanon, so if that's not your jam you can exit safe in the knowledge that as usual, if there's anything worth commenting on in the S5 extras, I will create a separate post!

For those interested, my go-to post-series fic is We Begin Again by katherynefromphilly I fully headcanon this series as the continuation of the series.

I have a lot of thoughts about Gwen and Merlin post-Camlann.

For one, poor fucking Gwen. She's lost her father, her brother, and her husband, all by what, age 30? That's rough. And who knows what happened to her mom, that was pre-series and I don't think it was ever mentioned.

Merlin, dear god poor Merlin. First of all, I just wanna say straight off that my instinctive headcanon about Merlin was that he never returned to Camelot. I couldn't really say why exactly. I just don't think he could stand being there after Arthur's death. But practically speaking, Merlin's still got Aithusa to deal with, that dragon needs some godsdamned house training asap. He's still the last Dragonlord, it's reasonable to assume he'd immediately take that on considering Aithusa is partially responsible for Arthur's death (the sword Mordred killed Arthur with, only succeeded in killing Arthur because it had been forged in Aithusa's fire-breath) so he's either going to attempt to train the bad behaviors out of Aithusa, or...well...

The only thing is, I do not believe Merlin would abandon Gwen, or Gaius. So my hc is inherently flawed. I do think Merlin probably spend a couple months with his mum, and I do think he ultimately settled near lake Avalon waiting for Arthur's return.

But I do wonder, what must their relationship have been like? Gwen, surely, would've sought his guidance in establishing laws governing the use of magic. And surely, peace cannot last indefinitely, so Merlin absolutely would've defended Camelot and protected Gwen. There's just no way he could've completely turned his back on them, but I doubt he could bear living in Camelot. And Gwen is both strong and practical enough to get on without him there 24/7, even though I'm sure she'd miss him.

I also think she would've found love again. Whether with Leon, as many people hc, or someone else not in the series.

ANYWAY.

Thanks to everyone who came on this journey with me. I will post comments on the extras if I have anything worth saying - and I think I'll do a master post linking all these episode posts after I clean them up once I get time to sit at a computer and do so. Until then! 💙💚

(Gif source) (h/t @shut-up-merlin)

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