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smartpplsworld · 2 years

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whipbogard · 4 years

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It’s the same Anon that asked you if Sirius is your bias. Just out of curiosity, why do you like him? He’s my bias too and I love hearing what other people think about him. Sorry if this sounds weird. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.

Hey no worries!!

To be perfectly honest, Remus was my favourite the entire time I was reading POA (I mean how can you NOT love him? He’s such a nurturing person to Harry; so kind and gentle I’m just 🥺🥺🥺 BIG LOVE FOR HIM!)

But this one page at the end of the book single handedly made me go wOW FUCK ME I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH??????? He went through hell and yet he still managed to find it in him to love someone.

As much as I love Sirius/Remus, I will, first and foremost, love him as the father figure that Harry sorely crave. And god knows how I am still very much bitter to this very day over the fact that both Harry and him were robbed off the opportunity to be family.

And on a more shallow note, I’m a big sucker for them bad boys with good heart aesthetic shit. You may dispute about pre-Azkaban Sirius’ characteristics but that’s just how I see it lmao Bonus point he also has dark hair HA!

ALSO I STILL LOVE REMUS VERY MUCH. If there’s a fire and I am allowed to save only one of them, it’d be Remus. I’m sure Sirius would also thank me for that shskdjdj

#just gonna #spam tag here #because i want this tagged in my blog #but also #do not want it to appear in the search #tumblr only read the first 5tags right?#sirius black

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thewitintwit · 4 years

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You loooooooove him~ you LOOOOOOOOOOOVE him~

>:((((((((

I do NOT these are just residual feelings from middle school over the nerd man there's nothing behind it shut up shut up shut up

I feel TEASED AND/OR MOCKED

#IM NOT TAGGING IT WITH THE CRUSH TAG EITHER #I'LL UH #5TAG IT WITH THE FICTIONAL ENEMY TAG #TANSY TERROR #HAHA TANSY IS A DECLARATION OF WAR TAKE THAT F O R D #......#so muxh for not saying his name

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themuslimrpc · 6 years

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hello !! i’m officially here for the day , so if you have any questions/resource help/positivity/opinions/etc just send ‘em in ! ♥

#rp #rpt #rph #rpc #appless rp #indie rp #im p sure its only the first 5tags or sumn but idc.. we did 6 bc islams break the rules #anyway if ur readin this the opinions can be requesting a mod opinion or giving your own opinion ab muslim-related treatment in any area of #the rpc #or in general life since yknow... theres a lot of shit happenin 2 muslims in the present world amirite folks #thas all im doin classwork but i'll answer the qs as they come/get to some in the inbox during any breaks #bc i gotta keep this dash ALIVE..#mod heneen

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fiorescence · 4 years

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*orochimaru voice* foolish

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mikayuubigbang · 2 years

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Mikayuu BB: Fic Summaries

Here are the fic summaries from our writers!

How this will work: Artists! You’ll be looking at the fics below and choosing your top three, filling them out in the linked form below! (Please only fill it out once!)

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FIC SUMMARIES

FIC 1

Tags: Canon compliant, Season 1 alternative ending, Blood drinking

Summary: During the battle in Shinjuku, Yuu and Mika run away from the battlefield, after some urging from the latter. They hide in an old hotel. But Mika only has a limited blood supply. And when he runs out, his only option, the only one he refused. And he ends up drinking Yuu’s blood.

FIC 2 [NSFW Fic]

Tags: NSFW, Dub/Noncon, Size difference, Bottom Mika, Top Yuu.

Summary: Mika is a veteran planetrusher, but even that could not prepare him for what the icy hell hole of a planet had in store for him. His medicine side effects leave him shaking and trembling inside an unknown cave in the middle of an ice storm, and — wait, are those footsteps he hears outside?

FIC 3

Tags: emotional degradation, blood, violence, death, angst overload, not a happy ending/fic

Summary: Vampires held no emotions for others; it was common knowledge to every human. Such creatures couldn't be reasoned with. Yuu ignored every warning he was given, shielding Mika from everyone in the hopes they could live peacefully in their own little corner of Shibuya. But with Mika now a full vampire, he could no longer ignore the way Mika acted so distant and uncaring to everyone else, especially when he was only getting worse. Sooner or later, a line would be crossed Yuu wasn't prepared or willing to face.

FIC 4

Tags: some blood and gore

Summary: Do NOT attempt to read from any of Ferid’s ancient spell books out loud. Especially not if you’re in the dark, holding a blood vial in one hand and a lit candle in the other. Yuu learn this lesson the hard way, when one night he falls victim to a powerful age-reversing spell that will cause trouble for every one who’s left to take care of him during the side-effects. Mika, in particular…

FIC 5

Tags: Workplace bullying, financial crimes

Summary: Mika is an accountant who hates his job. He's overworked, underpaid, and his coworkers are awful and probably committing fraud. When his firm is investigated by a team of lawyers he meets someone he never though he'd see again: his long lost childhood friend Yuuichiro.

FIC 6

Tags: Melancholy, memories, loss of humanity, Mention of death of a character, blood, Constant mental dilemmas, angst feelings, based on the canon without gore scenes, VERY SOFT FIC.

Summary: Faced with the reality of a catastrophe, and the follow-up of a war, the struggle for survival is something of every day, regardless of the race belonging. Yuuichiro and Mikaela look around an area for a place to shelter and look for food, which leads them to meet Misho; a little girl surviving in a human shelter.

Mikaela suffers from his constant thirst, and with this new human travelling with them, he becomes more aware of it. MIkaela and Yuu struggle with their feelings while trying to survive.

FIC 7

Tags: None specifically. it's not nsfw, blood(?)

Summary: mf skryrim but i refuse to pay Copyright combined with some other mechanics. Yuichiro never believed that witches and a secret brotherhood of magical beings existed, he simply thought they were tales of priests and elders to scare children, until he has to go on his first expedition as a novice adventurer and runs into a real witcher.

FIC 8 [NSFW Fic]

Tags: Yuumika, meet-cute, no angst, nsfw, smut, no penetration though, use of marijuana, casual drinking, yoga on the beach, imagine a beach episode but sexy, fluff, love at first sight vibes, Akane is Mika’s bff, Mika POV, Mika immediately is overwhelmed by his crush on Yuu, warm 80’s or 90’s vibes, Mika rollerblades along the beach

Summary: “Do you know how they say there is a rare moment that, when the sun falls below the edge, the sky flashes green? God, it’s true. And it’s spectacular.”

Mikaela spends a warm summer evening at the beach, stumbling into Yuuichiro, a beautiful boy he saw for the first time right as the sun set below the waves.

FIC 9

Tags: vamp mikayuu, blood drinking, murder, actually cute

Summary: "I know a more...secluded place." His voice was quiet, but he was close enough to the boy's ear that he was sure to be heard even through the noise. Standing upright, Yuu smiled at the boy's eager nod, and led him away from the festivity and further into the woods. It was just that easy.

In which recently turned Yuu learns to hunt for himself, even if part of him would rather be spending time with his boyfriend in the festival.

FIC 10

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Basically reimagining of the Ikebukuro chapter if it was canon, Alternate Universe - High School, Lacus and Rene are here because I said so, Mutual Pining, Sexual Tension, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, one-sided Lacumika if you squint, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mika goes to school and hates every second of it, Fluff and Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, POV Hyakuya Mikaela

Summary: "It was only supposed to take one week. Get into Ikebukuro, pilfer the school’s records for useful information, and report back." A chance encounter leads Mikaela to reunite with Yuuichirou in Ikebukuro. He has one week to convince him to desert the army and run away.

OR A reimagining of if the Ikebukuro chapter took place in canon, but with Mika.

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gaitwae · 3 years

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For a Moment [|] Chapter 5

Tags: @lokistan @natandersonnla @lucywrites02 @xlehukax @sophlubbwriting @make-me-imagine @the-emo-asgardian @delightfulheartdream @stardust-walker @lokislittlesigyn @marvelouslovely @kaogasm @theaudacitytowrite

Summary: Selene Leifsdottir tries her hardest to stay a single woman after the worst humiliation of her life at her local dance. After her father agrees to host some soldiers, she falls into a battle of wits with the most obnoxious man she’s ever met. However, she had no idea that her almost-friend partially-enemy would be… Prince Loki of Asgard?

Chapter: 6/15

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Sleep was a vice. A strong one. It was her favorite entrapment… Selene could see anything, do anything, love anyone. She could dance with a thousand men with popping eyes and hooked noses, be kissed as she never had been before. She always wanted to know what it would feel like to be kissed. Perhaps it would be mundane. Perhaps it would be like fireworks.

In her dreams, she had a million kisses.

Voices called out to her. Friends; enemies; pretend lovers; secret admirers. She was the star, and she had the choice of any husband. She would be the happiest, and she would be the luckiest girl to walk away from the Tetral Spring Arrival. Everything would fall into place: children, love, dancing, riding, nicknames. She would have a man to call lover, sweetheart, darling.

The first wave of misery hit from outside words.

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welcometophu · 3 years

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The Meaning of Home, Chapter 5

The Meaning of Home Chapter 5

Tags for all Welcome to PHU novels will be available at the PHU tag list on Pillowfort. This list is under construction as of Sept. 5, 2021.

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Pawel’s phone pings late the next morning. He picks it up to find a message from Colt in the group text that Leo had started at the grocery store.

So. Em tells me she’s going to a concert with Conor?

Oh shit. He never asked about that last night at dinner.

Pawel starts typing a reply, but his phone pings with an incoming text from Leo before he can finish.

You mentioned going to see Lucy & Rowan’s kids at a concert this weekend. Is that the one Conor’s talking about?

That makes it a little easier.

Yes. I meant to ask if you’d be all right with this but we got talking and I forgot.

It had been easy to just fall down a rabbit hole of question and answer, learning what Colt and Leo had been doing for the past decade. Asking questions meant Pawel didn’t have to be the one under scrutiny. He has enough practice doing interviews and rerouting inquisitive students that he’d easily avoided personal questions.

I have a new case going to trial starting Monday, Colt says. I’m preparing for that.

Aren’t you in court today? How are you texting in the middle of my work day? Leo sends back. Pawel can’t tell from the words if the tone is teasing or upset.

I have to be there after noon. And it’s not court, it’s a deposition. Which you would remember if you’d been listening.

Bickering. They sound like an old married couple.

Pawel tries to reconcile Colt the defense lawyer with the boy who drove a Porsche to school when they were seniors, and who flashed fifties when they were out, because he could. He tries to reconcile Leo the cop with the middle brother of a large family who also happened to play basketball and read fantastic fiction.

Huh. Leo played basketball in the days before the Emergence. Before the Blended leagues even existed. Pawel needs to ask him about that; he’s met very few Clan families with children who participated in contact or team sports and managed to fly under the radar. He remembers Leo being a star, but so were three other guys on the team.

He glances back at his phone and there’s a stream of conversation that he has to scroll back to read. Bickering back and forth, interspersed with little details about the kids. Did Colt remember to make sure Duke had his English final paper with him? Yes. Did Jennie eat too many donuts? Colt caught her after her third, when Matt complained that they were gone. Is Pawel able to work with Nevaeh next week? Mr. Storm will give her the driving record that he needs to fill out when they do night driving hours, to document for the DMV.

Oh. That one is waiting for his reply.

I can do that. We can talk over the weekend.

Yes, we can, because I’ll be with you, Leo says.

Pawel scrolls back again, trying to see if he’s missed an important part of the conversation. There’s nothing more about the concert since the conversation started, or the trip.

I can hear you thinking, Colt says. We do have a private text as well. We can talk to each other at the same time as we’re talking to you.

But.

You were doing that in this text chat already.

Leo sends an image of a lion that looks like it’s laughing. We’re capable of splitting our attention between ourselves and you. Besides. You weren’t saying anything.

Pawel isn’t going to say that he got distracted by his own wandering mind. He has a feeling they remember how easily distractible he is anyway. Not like I could have gotten a word in edgewise.

So. The concert, Colt says. Can you get a ticket for Leo? We’d like one of us to be along, and he’s the one who can get away for the weekend more easily. I’ll stay with the rest of the kids. Do you already have a hotel room?

Apparently there’s very little left for Pawel to decide. I have an extra ticket. I had figured Conor’s friend Alan’s mom might come. Or my dad. Leo can use it. I have a hotel in Buffalo with two beds in the room—one for me and one for Conor.

That’ll work, Leo says. There’s no point in having two rooms when you know the kids are going to want to be in the same one anyway.

Looks like Pawel’s going to be sharing a bed with his kid. Which wouldn’t be so bad except that Conor takes up an amazing amount of space for someone that skinny and small.

So. Logistics, Colt says. Emma said something about taking the day off from school?

We need to drive out to Buffalo, and it’s a good five hours in the car, possibly longer with stops. I’d rather get on the road early, and have time to settle in. Conor in a car can be… entertaining.

Pawel is going to be in a car and then a hotel room with one of his ex-boyfriends for a long, long time. It’s going to be a hell of a weekend.

Okay, so, Leo, you and I can swap places. I’ll go in early tomorrow so I’ll be able to pick up the kids more easily, and you stay home and get them on the bus, then get Emma packed up and head over to Pawel’s. I’m keeping the minivan here since I’ll have more kids than you two do.

They will outnumber you even more than usual. Don’t let them take control.

I swear, the house will be here where you left it, Colt replies, and Pawel can almost hear the dry tone in that deep voice. I’ll try to find something for them to do so that the boys burn off energy.

This is happening.

Leo and Colt are happily married, bickering back and forth about who gets the more difficult weekend—the one with the trip, or the one alone with the kids. Every once in a while they address something to Pawel, and he fills in the details of the trip: the name of the hotel, the times of the festival, information about eating habits for Conor and Emma to make sure everyone gets fed on time and what they like.

Right.

He needs to step away and process this.

I need to… do things.

He’s lying. There is nothing he needs to do, other than maybe cleaning up and making sure he knows what he’s cooking for dinner that night. He could check email but he’s away from work. There’s not likely to be much there. After all, the world isn’t ending.

Still. Pawel closes out the text chat and sets his phone face down on the table so he won’t see any further updates. He really just needs to step away.

Ten minutes later he is up to his elbows in preparing a salad ahead of time—if he leaves it in the fridge and doesn’t dress it, it’ll be fine—when his phone rings. He swears softly under his breath, then dries his hands so he can go pick up his phone. He answers without looking, putting it on speaker as he heads back to the kitchen. “Hello? This is Pawel.”

He stops himself from asking, “What did Conor do?” After all, not every phone call is the school letting him know his son’s done magic in the classroom. Again.

“I’m on lunch, and I figured that if there’s anything left to coordinate, we could talk it through faster than trying to text when Colt’s interrupting me every other sentence.” Leo’s voice is soft and amused. “I told your dad what we’d decided and he let me use his office so I don’t have to go sit outside.”

There’s a creak of a door in the background, and Dad’s voice saying, “Don’t put your feet up—”

“On your desk, I know. That’s what the windowsill is for,” Leo says easily. “I was raised by wolves, yes, but they taught me manners.”

The door closes again.

Pawel can’t quite find his voice. This is not usually a problem.

“Every time Guy borrows Cap’s office, he shoves the papers out of the way and puts his feet up,” Leo explains. “Cap’s a little paranoid about it, especially since his chair tilts back so comfortably. I made a space on the windowsill between the plants, and it works great as a place to prop my feet.”

“Do you use my dad’s office that often?” It’s not what they need to talk about, but at least the question lubricates Pawel’s voice and gets him speaking.

“I have five kids living at my house, and I seem to have been elected the person who handles all appointments,” Leo says dryly. “There’s not a lot of privacy at the station—which you know—so yes, your dad lets me use his office for phone calls.”

“And you needed privacy to call me?”

There’s a moment of silence. “I could have called from my desk, if you’re also interested in what else is going on in the bullpen. And if you wanted Henry to weigh in on my weekend, and tell you about how I’m abandoning him to work with Maria, which he really doesn’t hate as much as he says he does.”

Pawel licks his lip, staring down at the phone. It’s on speaker. Right, he can keep doing what he was doing and maybe keeping his hands busy will help.

He sets it on the counter, sliding it out of the way. “Just as much personal drama there as there’s ever been, huh?”

“Maybe more,” Leo agrees. “Your dad’s not part of it, but he’s been hiring fresh cops just out of training, trying to build up a new generation for after he retires.”

“He’ll never retire.”

A low snort of agreement. “He says he will,” Leo clarifies. “We know the truth. Still. There’s been a lot of new folks coming in.”

“And you blame all the young ones for the drama?”

“Not really. Henry and Maria have been dancing around each other for years, and they’re both older than I am.” There’s a sound in the background of chair wheels scraping across the floor. “I didn’t call you to talk about office drama, Pawel. What time do you want to leave tomorrow?”

Right.

They are going on a trip together.

Not like that.

Pawel inhales and focuses on slicing tomatoes carefully. “I’d been thinking about letting Conor sleep in tomorrow, but you probably don’t have that luxury.”

“Jennie will be on the bus by half past eight,” Leo says. “We get up and moving pretty early in this household. She’s the last one out the door, so Emma and I can finish up our packing after that. Can you pick us up? That way Colt can have his pick of cars if he needs to go out. He’s not a fan of the minivan, but sometimes it’s necessary.”

“Five kids.” Pawel scoops up the tomatoes and dumps them into the bowl. A few carrots on the top and he’s done. All that’s left is to toss it, then pull some out for his lunch.

“He’ll just have four this weekend, but yes, you’ve got the idea.”

Pawel thinks out loud, letting his voice marshal his thoughts into straight lines, rather than the hurricane swirling in his mind. “If we get on the road by ten, we should be there by four at the latest, assuming we don’t run into hellish traffic along the way. We’ll have time to get dinner before we check in, and maybe drive by the venue so we know where we’re going Saturday morning.”

“We can do that. Expect to stop often,” Leo warns. “Emma’s had some nightmares involving cars—nothing to do with her parents, as far as I can tell. Sometimes she gets uncomfortable and just needs some time on solid ground. Also, we should get lunch at one of the rest stops, if you can stomach the fast food.”

“Conor will be thrilled.” Pawel needs to remember to pack cash. Which means he should stop at the bank. And… he glances at the fridge. “I just shopped, but I should go out and pick up some things so dad eats decent food while I’m gone,” he mutters.

“You do realize that your father’s an adult and he’s been doing just fine on his own since you left for PHU, I’m sure,” Leo responds.

Pawel doesn’t doubt it. But he also saw the state of the cabinets when he arrived, and the stack of takeout menus. “There is nothing wrong with encouraging healthier eating,” he counters. “Besides. I’m not paying rent. The least I can do is feed the man who raised me.”

“Because you owe him for going through your childhood, yes.” Leo laughs at Pawel’s silence. “You set yourself up for that.”

When Pawel doesn’t respond, Leo huffs softly. “Okay. Talk. You’re avoiding something. Are you upset that I’m joining you on this trip?”

“Not exactly.” Pawel isn’t upset. That’s not the right word for it.

He honestly doesn’t know exactly how he feels about it.

“If Emma had been with us longer, or if the way she came to us hadn’t been as traumatic—”

Pawel cuts off Leo’s low, reasonable explanation. “They were all traumatic, weren’t they?”

A low rumble of assent. “They were all traumatic in their own ways, yes. Needing to be fostered kind of comes with that kind of baggage often enough. The thing is, Emma has this low-level fear that she’s going to be abandoned. And I know she’s going to love traveling with you. She’s already adopted Conor as the brother she wants, as opposed to the two she’s stuck with at home. But I want her to know for sure that we’re all in when she needs us. Letting her be dependent, even if she doesn’t admit that she wants to be, means she’ll be able to be more independent in the future.”

Pawel can see that logic.

“What if you never find her parents?” he asks.

“I don’t think we’re ever going to find her parents,” Leo counters. “I don’t know if they’re dead, or if they disappeared, but I think Emma’s alone for a reason. Lineage families—”

“There are things I’ve seen that….” Pawel trails off. This isn’t the time or place for explaining about Shadows, and secondary Emergence. It’s something Leo needs to hear about, then maybe they can work together so Pawel can make good on his promise to Emma to find her parents. “We need to talk. Last night wasn’t the time. The trip won’t be either.”

“With Emma along, you’re right.” Leo hesitates. “Does Conor know about the kinds of things you’re thinking?”

Not exactly. Or at least, not entirely.

Mostly.

“There’s a chance he picked some of it up, if he was paying attention the last few months,” Pawel admits. “But I don’t think he’s applied it to Emma any more than the idea that I disappeared and came back, so maybe her parents can, too.”

Conor has no idea who else reappeared, which is definitely a problem for another time.

One ex at a time.

And now he’s thinking about it again.

“What?” Leo asks. “If you’re worried about this being awkward—”

“Of course I’m worried about this being awkward.” Pawel presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose, leaning on the counter with his elbows. “You’re my ex. You’re married to my other ex. We’re about to spend the night in the same hotel room.”

“And I’m Clan, remember?”

“I didn’t know that then.”

“You know it now. And aside from not actually changing shape in front of you, we didn’t do much to hide how we behaved. I’m surprised you didn’t realize.” Leo’s voice is slow and reasonable. “So you know very well that we could be stuck in one room with a single king-sized bed and all have to pile into it together and I’d be fine. I’ve heard enough from your dad to know that you know what I’m talking about. You’ve studied Clan family dynamics. Sharing space is something we do with friends.”

“Mm.” Pawel bites his tongue and mentally recalls his Clan discussion points from Introduction to Magical Studies. While not all Clan families are the same, most are physically affectionate, taking traits from their more animal sides. Many mammals crowd together, sleeping in groups for comfort. Birds groom. Reptiles prefer sun to cold spaces. “Wolves, huh?”

“Felines, actually,” Leo corrects. “But the phrase makes more sense with wolves. And not all of us are cats. Allegra tends towards canines, and Bri likes the smaller felines and never the big cats. I prefer lions and leopards, which is how my family started calling me Leo instead of Leonardo. Since I hate my given name,” he reminds Pawel.

“You were always very offended by being named after a turtle.” Pawel’s still sifting through memories, and he remembers one movie night, where the tiny tabby that Leo insisted was a stray kept sneaking into the living room and wriggling between them. He remembers…. “Oh. You said that stray cat’s name was Bri and I thought it was funny that you’d named it after your little sister.”

“I told you that Allegra had named it after Brianna.”

“You lied. That actually was Brianna.” She’d been around 8 years old at the time, and Pawel remembered that she’d had a crush on him, too.

The door opens in the background again; there’s a squeal of wheels from the chair, and a thump that is probably Leo’s feet hitting the ground. Pawel can’t hear what’s being said, but Leo makes a disgruntled sound.

“I need to take my lunch on the road,” Leo says quickly. “We’ve got a call. Pick us up before ten and we’ll hit the road tomorrow. I’ll pack some snacks for the kids.”

“Sure, thanks, I’ll see you—” Pawel hears the line go dead. “See you then,” he says to the phone lying on the counter.

Because tomorrow he’s going on a road trip with Leo.

It’s a good thing Conor and Emma are going to be along, because now Leo’s got Pawel thinking about how comfortable it used to be to curl together on the couch.

That was a very, very long time ago. Leo was a senior in high school, and Pawel was only a freshman. They’ve come a long way since then.

But it was good at the time. The memories haven’t soured; they’ve just been tinged with the sour taste of loss.

He looks at the bowl of salad still sitting on the counter. It’ll be healthy for dinner tonight. Which means… he could make cupcakes. Conor would appreciate it. Dad would definitely appreciate it. And they could bring whatever’s leftover for car snacks.

Mini-cupcakes then. Easier to nibble in the car.

Pawel takes out a serving of salad for lunch, then puts the rest of the bowl away in the fridge. The salad sits there, ignored, as he searches for a box of cake mix he knows he bought, then hunts for a mini-cupcake pan.

Baking is good. It’ll give him something to do.

His brain is thinking too much; he must be done with relaxing.

Pawel pulls down the jar of peanut butter, because once upon a time Leo taught him a great way to turn a box mix into a peanut butter and chocolate treat. Seems like a good time to put that memory to work.

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