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Island Dreams - Chapter 23

Finally I made and chapter 23 has landed. We are not too far off from the final staged of the fic. This one is a mammoth and I hop that 8k words will keep you busy for a bit. I have an horrendous uni assignment due next week and work as well which means chapter 24 won't arrive until probably the beginning of next week.

The only thing I want to add about the chapter is the initial part where they talk about Christmas. Rowan's reaction might seem a little extreme but i based it on my own personal experience. I am pagan. I do not celebrate Christmas in any shape or form but I do celebrate the solstice. And what Rowan says to Aelin is what usually happens to me.

That's the only comment I'll make on the chapter.

Enjoy <3

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“You are not putting that Christmas tree in our house.” Was Rowan’s outburst when he saw the image on her phone. It was the beginning of December and Aelin was showing Rowan the tree she wanted for the house and all the decorations she wanted to buy. “It’s December Rowan. Christmas will be here soon and everyone is decorating apart from us. Stop being such a spoilsport.” He stood and began pacing around the living room. “It’s a stupid holiday.” And he realised he had gone too far when her expression morphed into one full of hurt. Rowan’s hand brushed his hair in frustration.

“So it’s just my traditions that are stupid? Did I ever made fun of you with all of yours?” Aelin was now in front of him and she was fuming. “No.” Was the only thing he could manage. “I came with you at the summer solstice. I listened to your beliefs and never made fun of you and now I ask something and I can’t get it? I thought this was a relationship of equals.” She was getting irritated. “It is.” He added, turning his back at her and staring outside. “It doesn’t seem like.” He heard her walk away and sighed heavily. His head leaned against the cold window. When he turned around, she had left the room. A bit later he heard the main door open and close and he guessed she had left the house. He sat back on the sofa, leaned his head back into the sofa and closed his eyes. His communication skills had, as always, been lacking.

It was an hour later when she came back. She had gone out, probably to let out some steam. He stood to go to her but she ignored him and it hurt. They had small fights but this was one was more serious than the others and he had to fix it. “Aelin…” he moved to her. Aelin went to their room and slammed the door in his face. He groaned and started pacing around the living room nervously, then went back to the door of their room and banged at it “Will you come out so that we can talk?” The door flew open and his hand was still in the air. “What? Talk about what? That you are behaving like a selfish asshole?” Aelin knew she had gone too far. Rowan so far had been everything but an asshole and from his reactions he knew she had hurt him just now. “Selfish?” He roared and moved away from her “You know what? Decorate the house. Do whatever the fuck you want. I don’t care.” He moved all the way back to the window and Aelin knew he was mad. He had cursed and that was not something he did. She heard him use the F word only once and it was during a much happier moment. “Ro, I am sorry. I didn’t mean…” He sighed and Aelin moved another step to him. That distance between them was too much and she did not like fighting with him. For the first time she was in an healthy relationship and she had no intention of ruining everything. He turned abruptly and looked at her “I have never celebrated Christmas. I am 38 and I never did.” He started, finally looking at her “My parents followed the old ways and growing up I did the same. I grew up with kids making fun of me because I did not believe in Santa and because my family did not celebrate Christmas. When I was with Lyria I was forced to endless Christmas parties and people made fun of me when I told them I was going to Callanish for the winter solstice.” He ran his hands through his hair. Aelin moved to him and hugged him “I am sorry…” she felt tears well in her eyes. Rowan sighed and his hands went on her back and kissed her head “Don’t. I am not mad at you.” She squeezed closer “tell me what you do. Tell me how you celebrate.” She looked up at him and his eyes looked sad. He turned her in his arms and pulled her closer against his chest. His mouth close to her ear “I add holly around the house. It’s a symbol of hope, it’s meant to ward off spirits.” He explained kissing her neck He felt her relax. He had not liked their fight “I usually have a tree. A real one, that is kept healthy and then replanted at the end of the holidays. Not those plastic monstrosities.” He gave her a squeeze around her waist “It’s the Tree of Life and it’s a very important symbol, that’s why you don’t put baubles and garlands on it. I usually decorate it with pinecones, berries and other stuff, but always natural elements.” She leaned deeper against him. What he was describing it wasn’t too bad at all. “And finally the yule log.” He kissed the top of her ear “it’s the only time I lit my fireplace. The log has to be from oak. According to the ancient lore it keeps the spirits from entering the house.” He grabbed her hand and kissed her palm “I hang a wreath on my door with some bells and I have plenty of fabric elves that I use to decorate the rest of the house.” “What do the elves do?” “Well, the ancients believed that the spirits that created the Sun inhabited the realm of elves. So by adding elves you are assuring their assistance and also the return of the sun after all the dark days.” He explained trying not to sound like a lunatic. She was the first person he had truly explained his beliefs to. Lyria had never accepted it fully and he had to pretend he liked Christmas with her. “I have mistletoe too. It’s a symbol of life in the dark winter months.” She turned to face him “are we allowed to kiss under it?” He looked down at her “Of course.” She hugged him. “And I make some incredible gingerbread biscuits.” He felt her grin against his chest and knew that somehow their fight was over and finally started to relax again. “It does sound a lot like Christmas to me.” He kissed her head “It’s because when christianity took over, they incorporated some of the traditions into theirs. But the roots of the holiday are basically pagan.” “I like it.” “I didn’t mean to—“ but she stopped him with a kiss. “I always had a horrible relationship with Christmas.” He confessed “I hate the way it’s forced on everyone. It’s everywhere. And you can’t even celebrate Samhain in peace that this holiday is shoved down your throat. And don’t get me started on the consumeristic aspect. It has become a holiday for the shops to make more money. And if I even try to voice my opinion I get called a grinch and a grumpy old man. And people tend to ridicule my beliefs.” “You are my grumpy old man.” And she gave him a kiss, gentle and brief. “I have never made fun of other people for what they celebrate, but the world seems to have a problem with me because I do not follow the masses.” He sighed heavily. “I like what you described. A lot.” “We don’t have…” She shushed him again with another kiss “But I want to. We can make it our own holiday. With our own traditions. And screw the rest of the world.” “I’d love that very much.” He said, finally smiling again “we can add holiday sex in front of the fire.” “That is a tradition I would subscribe to immediately.” “We can have some of your lights outside on the door.” He offered “It’s our house so it’s only fair that we follow your traditions too. I need to stop being stubborn.” “And snowflakes decals on the windows?” He kissed her head “of course.” “Can I have hot chocolate too?” “As if I could stop you. You always cheat on me with chocolate.” And he pouted, but Aelin removed his pout with a kiss. “We can exchange gifts.” He added and her smile became brighter. “On one conditions.” She added, pushing him to the sofa where she made him sit down and straddled him “Only one each. I agree with your rant about consumerism. Lysandra and I had the same rule. We started when we were skint interns and never stopped. Just one gift each and not too expensive. It has to be meaningful.” Rowan kissed her “I really love your plan.” Her hands twined in his silver hair “And we are not celebrating on the 25th. You and I are celebrating on the winter solstice.” She decreed and he smiled back at her. “Are you sure?” He asked, closing his eyes, enjoying the feel of her hands in his hair. Aelin nodded “Which bring me to my next question: can I please invite Lysandra and Aedion? Lysandra and I have all our traditions and this year will be the first Christmas we are not together. Can we celebrate the 25th with them? And don’t worry, Aedion is a massive grinch and hates the holiday. It’s more the idea of being together with the people I love.” “Of course, mo chridhe, they can come and stay here with us and use your old room. We will celebrate your way too.” “You are not working on the 25th?” “I am doing the night shift on the 24th and finishing on the 25th around noon. Malcolm is doing the rest of the day. He is not bothered. And I am off early on the 21st because again I come off the night shift so we can celebrate together.” And Rowan grinned wildly at that admission of hers “Good, because I have plans to take my wonderful woman to the best winter solstice ever.” “What plans?” She asked grinding gently against him. “If I tell you, I’d have to kill you And I’d rather not do that.” And he kissed her deeply and a moan left her mouth. “I have an elf pyjama for the holidays.” She admitted as her hand started to move in a sensual way around his body. “You definitely are my elf who brought back sun in my life.” Aelin groaned “Too cheesy. Now I need to punish you.” And her mouth crashed against his. Her hand landed on his crotch and she found him ready for her “someone is needy.” “Very…” he kissed her neck “very…” another one “very needy.” She stood and he groaned and the loss of contact with her body. She started to undress in front of him “I guess you can start unwrap your first present.” Then she stopped and started laughing “It sounded so much better in my head. It made me cringe.” Rowan stood and walked to her, his hand went behind her head and dragged her closer for a kiss that made her legs go jelly “Tell me another one of your fantasies…” he whispered in her ear. She whispered back “Blindfold me and tie my hands to the head of the bed and do your worst.” He looked at her wickedly “As you wish, mo chridhe.” He lifted her in his arms and quickly walked to their room, ready to start their own celebrations.

It was the winter solstice and Aelin and Rowan were at Callanish to celebrate the shortest day of the year. It was a very crispy night and Rowan had told her that according to his app there were chances to see the Northern Lights again. She was excited, she had seen then during their break and was looking forward to see them again. And in a place like Callanish the idea was beyond amazing. She was glad she had listened to him and covered herself in layers. It was quite cold. As they walked to the site Aelin lifted her head and saw the sky ablaze with stars. She was in awe. His hands touched her lower back and she looked at him. Rowan had a strange glow in his eyes. He had been like that all day and she could have guessed that he was giddy and excited about something. If it wasn’t that her boyfriend was famous for his composure. Damn, the man was grinning. In silence they walked to the stone circle and the stopped in the centre near the chamber. He turned her to him and kissed her “Happy solstice.” With the passing of the months she had slowly learned all about his being pagan. She had been fascinated by all of it and enjoyed his way of celebrating the holidays. After their fight about Christmas she had taken her time to listen to him and discover what being pagan meant for him. Rowan was basically a tree hugger, who loved nature, followed ancient festivals deeply rooted in the ancient traditions of people who followed Earth’s cycles and celebrated the passing of the seasons. He had explained to her that the winter solstice had a powerful meaning of regeneration and renewal. Slowly light was taking over the night. He had also added that that year was more important than usual because they had been each other’s solstice. They both were in a deep dark night before they met. And slowly they brought the sun back in their lives, together. And she loved the symbolism. She was busy with her thoughts when she felt his arms wound around her, his chin on her head, and she had come to love that position. She fitted perfectly under him. “When I was younger, I used to come out here with my telescope and look at the stars and the planets.” He confessed and Aelin smiled at the idea of a younger Rowan looking up at the sky in admiration. He grabbed her hand and pointed to a specific pattern in the sky “See that? That’s Orion the hunter.” “How can you tell?” He guided her hand across the air “This… is his bow.” Then moved the hand lower and horizontally “this is his belt.” And then down vertically “and this is his sword.” Then up again “and his body.” Aelin was amazed at him and all of a sudden she wanted to know more. Then he moved her hand again to another point “That W shaped pattern? That’s Cassiopeia. And if we move a bit…” and his body turned her and he pointed again “That’s the plough or the Little Bear and if you follow his tail all the way up you find what?” “Polaris.” Answered Aelin with a smug face for actually remembering something from High school. He kissed her neck as a reward and she closed her eyes to enjoy the moment. Then a second later she felt him move away from her. She turned to ask him what was his deal when he noticed him on one knee. She gasped and brought a hand to her mouth in surprise “Holy shit.” Definitely not the most romantic comment. “Aelin, my Queen, I have little to give you if not my love, my loyalty and myself. But I swear it will be my mission, for the rest of my existence, to make you happy. To cherish you and walk at your side through every peril and difficulty life throws at us. Aelin Galathynius, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” Aelin sobbed. He had used the line from one of their favourite books where the lowly warrior falls for the Queen and they end up together. She looked at him on his knees with a box in his hands and a wedding band in it. Her heart raced and she felt her hands shake. She finally unfroze and moved a step toward him and ran a hand through his hair “Rowan Whitethorn, my King, I will happily accept to share my life with you. To whatever end.” He stood and kissed and she felt him shake as well. “For a moment I feared you were going to say no.” Aelin let out a wet laugh “I was too busy trying to breath.” He laughed and he finally put the ring on her finger “It’s not your usual engagement ring. It’s a Celtic ring, I had it made from a local woman who does jewellery and it has some Celtic symbols connected with love engraved on. And it’s white gold. I find normal gold too tacky.” And he kissed her again and when he pulled away Aelin lifted her left hand and looked at the ring. It was simple but gorgeous. And she could totally tell it was handmade. It was unique and her heart had swelled with love for him “It’s beautiful.” “I wanted something special, but simple as well. It’s my gift and we agreed to be meaningful and well…” She kissed him “It’s perfect and now it makes my gift look pathetic.” “Whatever you gave me, it will be perfect.” Aelin hugged him and took a notice of their surroundings “Does it have some sort of meaning that we are in the middle of the circle of stones?” “Not for a proposal, but during a Celtic wedding, the couple tie their hands in what is called the hand-fasting ritual and the guests form a ring around the couple. I loved the symbolism.” She kissed him deeply “I love it so much.” He sat down with his back against one of the stones and pulled her down to him and she took her spot between his legs while his hands wrapped themselves around her waist. “I want a Celtic style wedding. You know pagan… I had the whole white gown traditional super expensive hoopla. I don’t care for it.” He kissed her behind her ear “A pagan hand-fasting it originally has two ceremonies. The first one that is meant to last one year and one day and then the second one for the rest of the couple’s life. But some people do just the one and go for all their life option.” He explained and she lifted their twined hands to her mouth “I want the traditional. I love the idea of renewing our vows after a year and a day.” She admitted. “Will you be wearing a kilt?” She asked curiously. The idea of seeing him in traditional Scottish attire gave her fuzzy feelings. “Yes, I have one with my clan colours.” “Can I have something similar? I don’t want another boring white gown. Am I allowed to wear your colours?” He nodded “You can have a lovely tartan wedding gown matching my kilt.” “Ro?” “Yes, Fireheart.” “Can we please get married here at Callanish?” “We can do it at Beltaine if you accept to wait for a bit. It’s a fire festival. It marks mid way to the Summer Solstice. It has the meaning of rebirth as the short dark nights give way to the long summer days. In ancient days it was a great time for celebrating and gathering and people would lit bonfires. It is also connected with fertility. Earth is becoming alive again and its fertile energy is celebrated as well.” “Will it mean a lot to you if we chose Beltaine?” He shook his head “We choose whatever you prefer. You don’t have to feel the need to follow my beliefs.” Aelin turned, kneeling in front of him “But I want to Ro, all you said so far seems to have a beautiful meaning connected to love and life. All you said so far just feels beautiful and I want all of it.” She kissed him deeply “It would make me very happy.” She kissed him again and his arms pulled her closer and desire bled through her. “It’s a shame it’s cold. The idea of having sex on such a powerful site is very exciting.” Rowan laughed and pulled her down on top of him until she straddled him and went back kissing him. Rowan opened his eyes for a moment and stopped kissing her. “What?” She said pulling away from him. Rowan turned her and pointed at the sky. A beautiful green and blue with a light tinge of red was dancing in the night. “Yes!”shouted Aelin in celebration when she looked at the sky. The first time she saw the Northern Lights it was during their holiday, when they took their last step in their relationship. And now they appeared again on the night he proposed. She loved the connection. Aelin sat back and Rowan held her “They are so beautiful I want to cry.” Then she grabbed her bag and pulled out his gift, feeling almost embarrassed. “This is for you and please don’t laugh. I am not a big fan of buying presents and I had no idea what to give you.” He held her close and grabbed the present and slowly unwrapped it. Soft fabric appeared in front of him and in the middle he felt the hardness of a book. “That’s two presents.” He smiled at her and grabbed the fabric noticing it was a gorgeous scarf as green as his eyes and it was soft “Aelin, this is gorgeous.” “I saw it in a shop and I just thought it was perfect. It’s a lousy gift but it’s useful.” Rowan wrapped the scarf around his neck “I adore it. And I really needed a new one, I swear. I just couldn’t be bothered to go and get it.” He leaned forward and kissed her, then he started unwrapping the book and his grin grew bigger. It was one of the books he had eyes since it arrived in the shop. “I saw you put it aside a while ago and I kept an eye on it. You never bought it so I did it for you.” “Thanks. I had already overshoot my monthly budget for books so I was just waiting for the new month.” “I knew that.” She kissed his nose “I think it’s cute that you have a book budget.” “Well, if I didn’t I would not be able run the shop, pay bills and eat.” She straddled him “That’s what a girlfriend on big bucks is for.” And kissed him again. He pulled her down and she lay down snuggling against him and went back staring at the Northern Lights in the sky.

The following day Rowan was at the airport to pick up Lysandra and Aedion. Aelin could not get off her shift so he offered to pick up the couple. “Hi guys,” he greeted them when they came out of the restricted area. “Rowan.” Said Lysandra hugging him “Thank you for picking us up.” “Aelin could not get out of her shift, but we are going to the hospital so we can have lunch together.” He explained, grabbing the suitcase from the woman. Aelin had made Rowan promise that he would not reveal their news to Lysandra. Aelin wanted to do that. So he kept his grin at ease and walked the couple to the car. They reached the hospital not long after and they walked to the A&E. “This looks so different,” commented Lysandra at seeing the smaller place compared to what she was used to. Rowan tried to phone Aelin but she did not respond then he spotted Malcolm. “Hi man,” said the man greeting Rowan with a big smile. “Hi Malcolm, is Aelin about?” “She is dealing with a patient. I’ll let her know that you are here.”

Twenty minutes later Rowan heard a squeal and saw Aelin running to Lysandra. The two women embraced and jumped and gave the entire A&E a big show. Malcolm came back a moment later “A bit higher and you’d reach ultrasound level.” “Mal, these are my friends Lysandra. She is a kick ass doctor in London.” Then she turned to Aedion, “this is her boyfriend Aedion.” “Guys,” Aelin then turned to her friends “This is Malcolm and he is my second and he awesome.” And she put an arm around his waist. The first time she did she was afraid Rowan might not appreciate the gesture, but when she explained him that Malcolm was just a super great friend and definitely not interested in her he was okay. Mal shook their hands “Nice meeting you all.” Then his pager went off. He winked at Aedion and left waving at the group. “I gotta go, some of us actually have to work.” And gave Aelin a big grin. “Did he just wink at me?” Asked Aedion. “Oh yeah, Mal likes guys. He has a major crush on Rowan and I got a feeling you might be his type too.” Explained Aelin. “He is hot.” Admitted Lysandra, watching Mal walk away.“I wish I had such a sexy second. I am so jealous right now…” Aedion coughed. Lysandra turned her head “I still love you.” “Just checking.” Then Aelin grabbed Lysandra’s hand “let’s go to the cafeteria, I am starving.” Once at the cafeteria they ordered food and sat down at the table. Lysandra was about to tackle her lunch when she noticed the ring on Aelin’s left hand. “No way.” She grabbed the hand “When did it happen?” She admired the ring on her fourth finger. “I proposed last night.” Replied Rowan, allowing Aelin to eat. “Tell me everything.” Lysandra dropped the hand and was now in full gossip mode. Aelin was eating and since Rowan knew she had limited time he told Lysandra the story “I asked her last night at Callanish. It was the winter solstice. I have been planning it for a while. The night was special and the site too.” Rowan extended his arm to brush her head “And when she saw me on my knees, her first comment was ‘Holy Shit’” Aelin laughed “I was not expecting that. One moment you were telling me all about constellations, the next you were on one knee.” She blew him a kiss “It was awesome, though” Said Aelin “and it was so romantic. He used the quote of our favourite book.” She took another bite of her food. She was about to add something else when her pager went off. She groaned and finished off her food very quickly. “I gotta go.” She stood and kissed Rowan “Love you.” Then hugged Lysandra and Aedion. “I will see you all tonight at home.” And after that she ran away. “She seems happy.” Commented Lysandra eating her lunch. “She is. She is enjoying her job. The first month has been a bit rough, but she loves her team.” Explained Rowan and Lysandra noticed the pride beaming from the man. “I don’t think I have ever seen this happy. Whatever magic you are using, it’s working. And I am grateful.” Lysandra took Rowan’s hand “before she came here she was in a very dark place. So thank you.” Rowan nodded “To be honest, she helped me too.” He saw the woman smile. “We haven’t told Aelin yet, I will tell her tonight, but Aedion and I are thinking about moving here. I can work at the hospital if an opening comes up and he is a pilot and an aircraft engineer, he will find something.” Rowan was stunned “Really?” “Yes,” it was Aedion this time “we have been talking about it since the first trip we made. We both fell in love with the islands and we decided that when we will have a family, this is the kind of environment we want our kids to grow up.” Aedion took Lysandra’s hand “we know it’s a very big change, but it feels right.” “Aelin will be delighted. She misses you a lot.” Rowan looked at both of them “Are you sure? Island life has its challenges. I was afraid that Aelin was going to struggle. Going from living in a place like London where you have everything at your fingertip to live here, it is a massive jump.” Lysandra nodded “we discussed it extensively and we both want it.” Rowan nodded and smiled. They finished their lunch and he took them home so they could get settled and relax a bit while they waiter for Aelin to come back home.

It was much later that night when Aelin got back home. She had to stay behind a bit longer to organise a few things with Malcolm about the interns. She was now ready to collapse on the sofa and catch up with Lys. Once inside she noticed the three of them in the living room, chatting happily. She was very glad that Rowan got along well with them, especially with Aedion. “Old habits die hard?” Lysandra’s voice met her as soon as she entered the living room. “Mal and I had a few things to deal with. We were not planning to finish this late.” She went to Rowan and kissed his head “I’ll take a shower and I’ll be back.” “I got dinner aside for you as well.” He stood “I’ll go and warm it up.” When he passed beside her, Aelin gently pinched his butt “I am such a lucky woman,” and disappeared away to their bedroom.

After her shower she joined the rest to the living room and Rowan had her meal ready on the coffee table for her. It looked so appetising and she was starving. “Did you dry your hair properly?” He brushed her hair to check. “Yes, my lord and master.” Rowan laughed “Good.” Aelin tackled her food when Lysandra spoke up. “Ae, Aedion and I have something to tell you.” Aelin looked up and felt worry. Lysandra’s tone seemed serious. Aedion took his girlfriend’s hand “Lysandra and I are thinking about moving up here.” The fork stopped halfway between plate and mouth. She was staring at the couple with a weird expression. “Say something, please.” Asked Lysandra with worry in her voice. “Are you sure?” Aedion nodded “we have been discussing the issue for a while. You were not the only one who was not happy in London.” He confessed “Lys and I need a fresh start as well and well, we kinda fell in love with this place the first time we came to visit and we have been talking about it ever since.” “Aedion and I have been looking for jobs already. He has a couple of possible options at the airport as an engineer.” Aelin stood and ran to hug Lysandra, so fiercely they almost fell off the chair “I would love that very much. I missed you like crazy. Gossiping with Rowan is no fun.” Rowan coughed in response to the jab. Aelin sat on Lysandra’s lap, her arms still around the woman, and turned to him “Yes you, you never know any gossip in town. I always need to go to your aunt.” Aelin went back to her seat and continued her dinner before it became cold again. “It might take a while but we’ll do it.” “I can listen at the hospital if I hear any opening that might be good for you.” Lysandra smiled “That would be so amazing.” Then she took a sip of her beer “Have you and Rowan discussed about what to do for the wedding? I know you got engaged last night…” Aelin and Rowan exchanged a glance “We actually did.” He answered for her “We are going to have a pagan hand-fastening at Callanish on Beltaine.” Both Lysandra and Aedion looked puzzled. “It’s still a wedding but your hands get tied together with a ribbon as a symbol of the union.” “Sounds cool. And original.” Commented Lysandra. “And Rowan is going to wear a kilt.” Aelin looked at Lysandra and the two women exchanged an understanding glance “And I will have a nice tartan gown with his clan colours.” “What are his colours?” Aelin grabbed her phone and showed Lysandra a picture she had downloaded. “Oh, that’s going to be a gorgeous pattern.” “We haven’t decided the fine details just yet, but of course you two are coming.” Lysandra squealed in delight “Let me know if you want to have another bachelorette party. We can surely top the one you had for officer asshole.” Aelin flinched “I am not sure there is a point.” She drank a bit of water “Speaking of the asshole, I don’t think I told you that he came here.” “No fucking way.” “Yeah, he came here to take me back to London. He told me he wanted to try again and have a while together and then get married again because he missed me.” Aedion growled “Apologies for the language ladies, but what the fuck was he thinking? He was an asshole. He screwed the bitch for over a year and lied to you. He treated you like shit and he has the guts to come and beg to go back to him?” Aelin laughed, Aedion had always been very protective of her and Lysandra and he had been very vocal about his hatred for Chaol. “Don’t worry, Rowan punched him.” And she took Rowan’s hand and smiled at him. “Of that, I am very grateful. I just wished I had been the one to do it. I should have done it last year when he forgot your birthday and came home drunk and ruined the party at your place and kicked us all out.” Aelin had removed that horrible night from memory. He had been horrible to every one. Once they left he had tried to force himself on her but she had pushed him away. She had given him the divorce papers only the previous day and he was still furious with her. She had slept in the guest room that night. The following day she had told Aedion and Lysandra what happened and they helped her pack and move out of the house. She had been glad that Chaol was not at home because Aedion would have reduced him to a pulp. She had never seen him that mad. “Can we just change topic, please?” Aelin felt sick just thinking about it. Rowan noticed her distress, he put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him “I have a day off in two days. We can do something together. Until then you two are on your won unfortunately.” “Don’t worry about that. Aedion and I have ideas of what to do. We will be fine. We hired a car while we are here so we can be independent.” Then she turned to Aedion “But he is driving.” “I told Rowan that you and I celebrate on the 25th with our own traditions and we can have the whole day the two of us. Rowan doesn’t do Christmas and Aedion, well we know where he stands.” “Oh yeah, Rowan told me. I asked him why the Christmas tree without decorations and he explained me his version of the holiday.” “I promised Aelin she could have the 25th whatever way she wanted. We already exchanged gifts on the solstice and celebrated. So go ahead and have fun.” “Am I allowed to put Aelin’s present under the tree?” Rowan smiled “of course you can.” “I won’t be able to sleep with you though. I have a night shift on the 24th and I am not off until noon on the 25th so our morning traditions will have to wait.” Rowan had a curious expression on his face “what do you mean sleep with?” “Oh, Lys and Aelin always shared the bed on the 24th and woke up on the 25th together. They have breakfast in bed and then exchange their gifts.” Explained Aedion “Then they wear their silly ugly jumpers, drink hot chocolate all day, camp on the sofa with blankets, junk food and more hot chocolate and watch cheesy Christmas movies until they collapse exhausted on the sofa.” “You two could join us.” Commented Lysandra staring at the two men. “There is no way I am going to wear those obscene jumpers.” Complained Aedion. “You don’t have to. We can just be all the four of us together. Cozy under the blankets, eat drink and watch movies. We can even let you chose one.” Aedion looked at Rowan and the two men nodded at each other. “Fine. We’ll join the festivities,” Rowan conceded “But I will cook. We are going to have a nice meal. You won’t be able to get junk food on the 25th. This is not London remember?” She snuggled against him “I have the best fiancée in the universe.” Rowan chuckled “and I agree with Aedion. Us boys, we are not wearing any jumpers.” “Spoilsport.”

Christmas Day had finally arrived and Aelin was looking forward to go back home and start celebrating. She was exhausted. The nights shift had been crazier than she expected. Apparently some people had celebrated a bit too much. They also had an emergency in the middle of the night when a serious patient had been airlifted to the hospital from Benbecula. The guy had been in bad conditions when he came in, but was now stable. She was finishing off with her last patient for the day when she noticed Malcolm enter the pit. “Your saviour is here.” He walked to the changing room and Aelin followed him and stood on the door while he changed. “How was the night?” “It started off nice and quiet. Then we had a few people who have celebrated a bit too much and got themselves into trouble. A guy who almost got himself into a coma for how much he was drunk. I got vomited on five times, by a family who was brought in with food poisoning. And finally we had a man airlifted from Benbecula after a car accident. He was in really bad shape but he is stable but still in the ICU for now.” “Sounds like you had a fun night.” She sat down on the bench “I am so tired, I just want to sleep for a week.” “Are you sure you are okay?” He put on the top of his scrubs and grabbed his stuff from the locker and they left. “Which interns do I have with me today?” Aelin smiled wickedly “I gave you Lauren and James.” Malcolm swore. James had been the weakest of the interns. They had decided to try and give him a second chance for a little while longer, but Malcolm had very little patience with him. Although he had been out of the military for a while, he still followed some of his strict military regime he had when he was a medical officer. He had structure and she loved him for that. He also loved things done in a certain way and James had been struggling to adapt to Malcolm’s way of doing things. They were both working on it but where it was almost impossible to make Mal nervous, James was the opposite and became a mess around the man. “Be nice to him, please.” “I am always nice.” He said with a warm smile. “I know you are, but when you have your Captain mask on, you are a bit terrifying.” She laughed. She actually liked his Captain mask. It was no shit Malcolm. He would get things done with efficiency. She always wondered why he never took her job. The A&E would run like a super perfect clockwork in his hands.” “Mal?” She was curious “Can I ask you something?” They were almost back at the emergency room. He had stopped for coffee before starting his shift. “Go ahead.” “Why they didn’t offer you directly my position? You’d be amazing.” Malcolm stopped and sighed “Because I did not apply.” Aelin stopped as well and looked at him. “PTSD. I will tell you the story one day. After I retired from the Navy I took time off.” He sat on one of the chairs in a corridor “Once I was better I decided to try again to be a doctor. But I decided that I was going to remain in the position I was offered. I could not handle again the whole being in charge at all. Too much stress and it was not what I needed in order to heal. So when the position came up I just kept wishing we would get a very competent person in charge and it seems my wishes got answered.” Aelin had no idea what to say “For what it’s worth, I believe you’d have been amazing.” “Thanks, but taking orders for once it’s not too bad.” And he smiled at her “now go home, relax and celebrate with Lysandra. It’s my turn to get vomited on.” She hugged him tenderly “I will see you tomorrow night.” She stood “Nurse Jackie has baked a few cakes for all of us.”

When she finally parked the car in front of the house she relaxed. She had texted Rowan letting him know she was on her way back. He had replied saying he was finishing to prepare lunch and that the house was ready for celebrations. A part of her was excited, but another side just wanted to take a shower and sleep until it was time to go back to work again. Rowan was in front of her when she stepped in the house. He turned her around and covered her eyes with his hands. “What are you doing?” “Shhh.” He gently nudged her and she started walking. Then they stopped and he freed her eyes and Aelin gasped in surprise. The whole living room had been decorated with fairy lights. The coffee table had been moved and the floor had been covered in heavy blankets and pillows and then she laughed when she noticed Rowan and Aedion. They were wearing what looked like matching flannel pyjamas with elves on. She laughed. “The pyjamas were my idea,” confessed Lysandra “I bought them in London. And this morning I convinced them to wear them. As soon as I mentioned to Rowan that it would mean a lot to you, well, he was sold and convinced Aedion as well.” Aelin hugged Lysandra and then went to Rowan and hugged him as well and almost ended up crying. What was wrong with her? “I love it and you both look so very dashing.” She said with a flat voice and Rowan noticed that. “Are you okay?” He brushed his hand on her back while holding her. “Tired, so damn tired.” “Aelin we don’t have to—“ Aelin stopped Lysandra “Yes we do. I will be better after a shower.” “How was the puke count?” “Five.” “Not bad.” Replied the other woman “Nothing can beat the 20 of four years ago.” “Hell no.” Rowan looked between the two women as if missing the meaning of what they were talking about. “I’ll tell you after lunch.” She kissed him and went to the bathroom. Rowan was about to excuse himself but Lysandra preceded him “Go to her. She looks like hell. She needs you just now.” Rowan nodded and silently thanked the woman. He reached Aelin in the bathroom and noticed she was already in the shower. He quickly removed his clothes and joined her. “What are you doing?” He did not reply. He pulled her to his chest and hugged her tight. In that moment Aelin started crying. “Hey…” “I am sorry…” her arms went around his waist “I just feel like crying.” “Shhh let it go. I am here. Let it all out.” And she did. She cried until she felt spent in his arms. He washed her hair and tenderly washed her body as well. There was nothing sexual in his touches. He was just taking care of her and she almost cried again. While he was on his knees washing her legs she fisted her hands in his hair “I love you.” She kissed his silver hair “You don’t celebrate Christmas but still accepted to decorate the house and wear a silly pyjama.”she was sobbing again “You are amazing and I think I must have done something right in my life to have you chose me and allow me to be at your side.” She blubbered “That was cheesy. I am sorry.” He stood and pulled her back into an embrace “I didn’t allow anything. You stormed into my life and made camp in it. And I am glad you did. I meant it last night when I said I will do everything to make you happy. Even wear a silly pyjama or decorate the house with fairy lights.” His hands cupped her face “we are going to have a fun day, relax and enjoy time together with the people who matter to us.” She kissed him deeply and he pinned her against the wall. “What are you doing? We have guests.” She said against his mouth. “Lysandra told me to come and get you and that you needed me right now. I am just fulfilling my role as dutiful fiancée.” “Do your worst, Whitethorn.”

It was twenty minutes later when they left the shower and walked back into the living room. Lysandra and Aedion were snuggled on the floor with a blanket around them and were talking quietly. “Sorry guys,” apologised Aelin joining them “Rowan went to get the food.” “Are you oaky?” Aelin sighed “I think so.” “That bad last night?” Aelin shook her head “No. Not really. I had so much worse. No, I just feel exhausted.” “Come here,” Lysandra hugged her and pulled her close “Aedion and I were looking at houses out of curiosity. We thought that if we move here we could just buy a house.” Aelin turned her head “That means that you two are really serious about each other.” Lysandra nodded “It took us a while, but yeah.” And Aedion nodded. Rowan arrived five minutes later with plates full of food. Aedion helped him to move back the coffee table and he sat the food down. “I got some booze as well.” “I’ll take a beer if you have it,” said Aedion. “Do you have wine?” “Of course, m’lady.” Rowan replied with a bow and Lysandra giggled. “I’ll just have water. I don’t feel like drinking.” When Rowan got back they finally settled down. The pillows were against the sofa and they had a blanket for each couple. Aelin snuggled against Rowan and brought the plate toward her. They had set her laptop on the table and they were ready for the movie marathon “What do we start with?” “Love Actually, of course. It’s the tradition.” Aedion sighed “Babe, you girls have seen that movie a million times. Something new?” “Shh…” she placed a finger on his lips “It’s what the tradition dictates.” When the movie finished a couple of hours later, Lysandra was snuggled against Aedion but Aelin had fallen asleep in Rowan’s arms. “She is completely out.” He said. The three of them kept watching movies but Aelin never woke up or even moved. Once it was late, they decided to call it a night and everyone went back to their room. Rowan lifted Aelin in his arms and took her to bed. He deposited her gently and she woke up. “Shhh go back to sleep. I just put you in bed.” “What time is it?” She asked sleepily. “It’s almost eleven. Everyone went to bed.” “Did I sleep the whole day?” Rowan nodded. “I am horrible.” He joined her in bed, pulled her in his arms and lay down with her covering them with their duvet “No, you were not. You were tired. You worked all night. They both know. No one was mad.” “Did you watch many movies?” “A few. Aedion and I introduced Lysandra to Star Wars.” “Finally, I tried for years.” “Now go back to sleep. You are woking again tomorrow.” Aelin nodded and snuggled tightly against him. “Good night, Buzzard.” “Good night, Fireheart.”

#rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #rowaelin #rowan x aelin #fanfic #throne of glass series #fluff #aedion x lysandra

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sunsetinmyvein · 4 years

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CLOSED (for now)

All right, all right, ALL RIGHT. PEOPLE. For the first time, I am taking requestsssss (so, let’s see if this goes well or not lol). @aphxsia‘s taking requests, @dot-writes is taking requests, everyone is taking them and I just felt a tad left out, y’know? I’ve chopped up a bunch of other prompt lists to throw together this lovely prompt list below at the suggestion of Dot. My general idea is: send me a character, and one prompt from the “dialogue” side as well as one prompt from the “context” side (or more if you have more that fit together in an idea, I suppose. But I need one of each to get a VibeTM) and Iiiiii’ll do my best to make it work within a character x OFC/Reader sorta thing. Oh, and send me an album era for added flair, if you’d like. Deets below the cut.

I’ll write for:

- The boys of Fall Out Boy

- The boys of Panic! At the Disco (we’re talkin’ Ryan and Jon days)

- The boys of The 1975

- And, if you’re incredibly ambitious, also willing to give Alex Gaskarth of All Time Low a whirl

Rules:

- Can’t do smut (sorry, it’s just awkward and clunky for me to write and nobody wants that)

- Won’t write characters under 18

- Won’t write slash

- I just kind of reserve the right to be like “I dunno what to do with this, sorry” (But I’ve curated this prompt list, so I should be okay lol)

- I’ll get around to them when I get around to them - I’ll be writing them around The Radio Station being posted as well, so you won’t be starved for content.

Dialogue:

· “You’re not in love with them, are you?”

· “I could literally strangle you right now and no one would stop me.”

· “It’s not as bad as it looks.” - “You’re not very convincing.”

· “You need to relax.” - “Relaxing is for the weak.”

· “How long has it been since you’ve slept?” - “A week?”

· “How the fuck are you still alive?” - “It’s a special talent of mine.”

· “Can you please just listen to me for once?”

· “I think this is a bad idea.” - “You think all of my plans are bad ideas.”

· “You should really listen to me more.”

· “Do I even want to know?”

· “You have the cutest smile I’ve ever seen.”

· “Just take care of yourself, okay?”

· “Please don’t use cheesy pickup lines on me.”

· “I like it when you’re romantic.”

· “I’m going to be pissed if we get murdered.”

· “How could I resist?”

· “I’m sorry, I don’t speak dumbass.” - “Real mature.”

· “You’re worth every scratch.”

· “I could name about 110 things I love about you.” - “That’s oddly specific.”

· “We can raise hell together.”

· “Partners?”

· “Don’t get too cocky now.”

· “Fuck me.” - “Really?” - “No.”

· “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic.”

· “Do you trust me?” - “Should I?”

· “Do you have any idea on how frustrating you can really be?”

· “I really, really want to kiss you right now.”

· “I think we got off on the wrong foot.” - “You think so?”

· “I don’t think that cancels out.” - “It does in my book.”

· “You’re being dramatic.” - “I’m not being shit!”

· “Take a break.” - “I don’t need it.” - “You look like a fucking zombie.”

· “Then we’ll leave. Just you and me.”

· “Do you need help? - “No… yes.”

· “I hate you.” - “I love you too.”

· “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”

· “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

· “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

· “Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”

· “My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”

· “Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

· “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

· “What are you smiling about?”

· “What’s in it for me?”

· “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

· “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

· “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

· “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

· “Are you blushing?”

· “Your hair is really soft.”

· “You’re really warm.”

· “You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

· “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.”

· “I wasn’t lying when I told you that I loved you.”

· “It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

· “Is that blood?” “Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

· “Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

· “Why is there a deer in the room?”

· “Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

· “Wake me up when it’s over.”

· “Why is arson always your first answer?”

· “Are you flirting with me?”

· “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

· “Is there a reason you never say my first name?”

· “Shh… listen… that’s the sound of me falling in love with you.”

· “I have to tell you something really important and if I don’t tell you now, I won’t get the chance.”

· “Whatever he’s saying, he’s lying!”

· “I play a mean air guitar, if that’s what you’re asking.”

· “I thought you knew?”

· “We can, y’know, go together? If that’s a thing you’d like.”

Context:

· I remembered it was Valentine’s Day late on my way from work and the only place still open was McDonald’s, is bringing you a cheeseburger acceptable?

· I accidentally punched you in the face when I was too overexcited about something

· The library’s pretty empty save for you and me and, OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere

· You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking you the fuck down

· You give me a different fake name every time you come into this coffee shop and I just want to know your real name because you’re cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino

· We live in the same block of flats but haven’t ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to stand in the lift together

· “My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)”

· You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you

· It’s my high school reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me

· There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off?

· I wanted to go on the Ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go – oh, wait, are we stuck at the top? Fuck

· It started to snow and I’m the only one of our friends who would go outside with you – I soon found out why none of the others would go out in the snow with you when you shoved a handful of snow down my back and declared snow war

· It’s nowhere near Christmas it’s literally still November would you calm down about Christmas wait no why are you getting the tree out – no, stop, please stop

· You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved back at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think it’s cute

· I’m a waiter at this wedding and you’re a drunk guest who will not stop hitting on me please I’m trying to work no I can’t dance with you omg let me find you some water

· You’re pretending to be your friend’s lover for the sake of the friend’s family. But, I’m their sibling. And I know you’re not dating.

· You had an assigned seat next to them at a wedding for a mutual friend.

· You accidentally sprayed them with yogurt when you opened the lid the wrong way.

· They mistook your bowling ball for theirs in the shared ball return.

· They caught you when you slipped on ice and nearly fell over.

· Accidentally stepping on their heel in a crowded room.

· Tripping while getting into your seat in the theatre and spilling your popcorn on them.

· Accidentally opening a door on their face.

· They cover the small amount of change you are short on for a purchase.

· They see your ice cream drop to the ground and buy you a new one.

· You walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but it’s not your friend waiting outside the room like you thought.

· Sharing an umbrella at a bus stop as it rains.

· You help catch their dog when the leash slips from their hand.

· Texting the incorrect number but continuing the conversation.

· Getting paired up on an amusement park that requires even numbered riders.

· A friend of a friend needs a place to crash because they got evicted

· You’re so sunburnt you can’t even more, do you need help?

· I admit that sleeping on the beach wasn’t the smartest idea but someone buried me in sand please help me

· I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3am and when I asked you what the hell you were doing, you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet. Fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now. What the fuck is your name.

· I always see you eat breakfast on the train and you always offer me some

· I’m waiting for the train and the only open seat is on a bench next to you. Okay, sure, I’ll sit down next to the very cute person and I JUST SPILLED MY DRINK ALL OVER YOU I’M SO SORRY.

· I don’t know you, but I fall asleep on the train every ride home and you always wake me up because we have the same stop, but we’ve never actually talked. Then one day you’re the one falling asleep and I got so excited for my comeuppance I made us get off at the wrong stop.

· My cat steals underwear and I come home to find you chasing my cat to get your underwear back.

· We’re always making stupid bets like ‘bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad. Let me look after you

· Did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker

· I beat you at Mario Kart and now I’ve been banished to the couch for the night

· I’m calling to cancel our date because I’m actually in the ER right now, sorry. I mean… sure? I guess you can come down here but- okay…

· I asked a staff member and they said you’ve been coming to the pound every day to play with the dog I’m taking home today and that’s why you’re getting weirdly emotional

· It’s my turn to open up the café today and you were sleeping under one of the tables when I came in, and I don’t know what to say so I’m just awkwardly sweeping around you

· I’m drunk on public transport and you’re high and we both keep looking at each other knowingly.

· You’re mowing your lawn at 5am and that is completely unacceptable and I’m going over to your house to yell at you about how unacceptable that is.

· It’s like 3am and my roommate locked me out of the house and I forgot my keys and I’m really drunk and please take pity on me and let me crash at your place for the night o’neighbour of mine

· We decided it would be fun to go camping and now it’s raining and we can’t figure out how to set up the tent.

· I know it’s probably poor taste to ask you out during your relative’s funeral but I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again, so…

· It’s raining. I’m walking home in this downpour and have no umbrella. I’ve taken shelter on a random porch in the hopes that the rain will let up, but the door behind me had just opened

· You’ve got a big, lush pool and I overheard you say you were going out of town, so I snuck over to use it but you came home early

· You’re having a BBQ in your backyard and it smelled really good so I crashed the party

· Not trying to make a scene here, but you took the last pool floatie and I want it

· This is a big beach, why do you have to build that sandcastle right next to me?

· You tried to grab the exact Halloween costume I want and it’s the last one and I want it.

· I pranked the wrong person on accident, I’m so sorry I thought this was my friend’s car.

· We just wanted to do one of these awful, fake ghost hunting shows but now shit is happening and we don’t know what to do.

· I tried to take a shortcut and ended up stuck in this damn fence and you just happen to pass by and after poking fun at me for a million years you finally help me.

· Two strangers locked inside the store at 3am together.

· I accidentally broke your nose in a moshpit, sorry.

· You’re the bastard who keeps parking in my spot so I retaliated by keying your car and you caught me

· This is a long plane ride. You’re stuck next to me, and apparently afraid of flying.

#Posting this now because I am impatient #even though I probably won't have time to work on any until Sunday #hoping that I don't get overloaded with prompts and then stare at them blankly with no ideas #if I do #sorry in advance #definitely not mildly nervous about taking requests for the first time #dunno what you're talking about #sunsetinmyvein prompts #sunsetinmyvein requests #sunsetinmyvein

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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Time travel rescue crossover fic; 11th Doctor x teen reader ft. Queen

*Author’s note*

Well guys this is it. After tomorrow I will be HOME FREE OF SCHOOL AND THEN GRADUATE AND LEAVE COLLEGE FOREVER NEXT THURS. So now that I FINALLY completed my assignments save for my final tomorrow, I can finally start posting some more stuff up. Now this series came from a wattpad request, and not only that but I’ve seen several time travel fic regarding Queen but this one is a little different, welcome to my 2nd crossover series and this one is based around.

DOCTOR WHO!!! Yep and as mentioned in the title it takes place during the 11th gen. of the Raggedy Doctor. So in this fic it’s the ACTUAL band Queen, not the BoRhap boys being Queen. So some facts I’m pulling based off people posting facts through here and some knowledge I began to find myself. I hope you all enjoy the first few chapters of this series and give it a shot :) Happy reading the next few parts I’ve got. And if you’d like to be tagged in this series, just leave a comment below.

Taglist (this series open):

@psychosupernatural

@plethora-of-things

@ixchel-9275

@waddles03

@platawnic

@bensrhapsody

@geek-and-proud

@queendeakyy

@kairosfreddie

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*December 20th, 2019*

I was riding my bike through the streets of London which was packed with Christmas decorations. Everyone scrambling around trying to do last minute shopping, I however had a different agenda. I was going to meet a friend of mine that I promised I would meet.

I arrived off the corner of Kensington street and there I saw the famed blue police box. I parked my bike just across from it and looked around to make sure no one was watching or coming towards this direction before finally hopping on in.

And once I stepped inside, I found myself in a place that looked bigger on the inside. For you see this wasn’t any ordinary police box, this was the TARDIS, a time machine in English that was owned by none other than…..

“Ahh so good to see you’ve arrived on time (y/n).” Well speak of the devil.

“Don’t I always when it comes to you?” I said as I walked towards the raggedy old fool and hugged him. A man known as The Doctor.

“How’s your nan doing?”

“She’s better.”

“I know she is, now that she don’t have to worry about you hanging around with those no gooders. Aren’t you glad I found you when I did?” To make a long story short, after both my parents were thrown in prison on various charges, my nana was the only legal guardian to take care of me.

Well by the time I reached 13, I was starting to follow down the same path as my parents. A life of petty crime, mostly gang banging and some drugs. That was until the Doctor came into my life when I was turned 14. After a few time adventures with him, it got me to see that life really is too short. So I left the gang life and tried to make things up with my nana and I’ve been clean and good for 2 years now.

It’s hard I’ll admit, especially trying to get away from the violence that I had been known in my gang. Back with them they called me the ‘Tigress’ cause I showed no mercy when it comes to fighting, I could literally become a savage animal at the snap of a finger.

We hugged each other and he said.

“So what shall it be today?”

“Well…..” I pulled out my phone and opened up my Youtube playlist and went to the first channel that was labeled QUEEN concerts and I clicked the first link. “Could I maybe tempt you into taking me back to a Queen concert? Specifically their Christmas Eve concert they did after the release of a Night at the Opera in 1975. I think next to the Live Aid performance, that’s my favorite concert of theirs.”

“Well as I once said I didn’t ever want to tamper with actual history. But it’s Christmas, the time for miracles. Maybe I could overlook this just once. Plus who could refuse a Queen concert?”

“Apparently most kids my age.”

“Alright so Christmas week 1975.” The Doctor went over to the control and flipped some switches and soon we were off.

However as we were traveling through time and space, there was a sudden jolt. The lights flickered and I was knocked over towards the railing.

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know. We shouldn’t have hit something.” He activated a few buttons and turned on the monitors. The look on his face turned pale with horror.

“What is it Doctor?”

“We picked up a straggler.” The TARDIS jolted again.

“Is there any way to shake it off? I mean what exactly has us?”

“I’m still trying to read into it’s vital signs but it’s cloaked itself good, even from this old girl.” Suddenly the doors opened and soon coming in was this figure.

It sorta looked human as it did have a human form but it’s skin was like a dolphin or a sharks, it had long claw-like nails with webbing between each finger. It hissed at us and the Doctor quickly improvised and directed the TARDIS in a sudden right jolt.

The creature went towards the wall but it kept its eyes locked right on us.

“Doctor the doors!” I cried out. He looked towards the doors to still see them open.

“Hang on and don’t let go whatever you do! Just hang on tight to the railing!” I nodded and he tried as best as he could through the wind of the time vortex we were still spinning through. I kept my eyes on the Doctor unaware that the creature was slowly crawling up towards me.

Suddenly I felt this painful grip on my forearm and slowly claw down it. I let out a cry and I turned to see the creature standing right before me. It hissed at me revealing razor sharp teeth, it’s black soulless eyes staring deeply into mine.

“Doctor!” I cried out. Then without warning, the creature dug its claws into the back of my hands and pushed me outward forcing me to fly out of the TARDIS, barely hearing the Doctor calling out my name. Then I guess I must’ve blacked out because I couldn’t remember anything after that.

When I finally came back around, the first thing I felt was cold and something wet. When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw nothing but white powder in front of me, as well as flakes falling onto my face.

Slowly I got up and found myself in London, or at least I hoped it was.

“Doctor? Doctor!?” I called out. I looked down at my hands to see they had indented claw marks and were bleeding. As a wind chill blew across me, I began shivering and I walked out of the alleyway to see people walking along the streets with shopping bags.

‘Okay so I know I’m on Earth, or at least I think I am. But when exactly am I?’ I thought to myself. I thought if I kept walking then maybe I could find a store or something to shed some light on where and when I am.

I walked along and I could see Big Ben as well as the London eye, okay so I am in London. And based on the fashion choices that I saw people walk by in, I could be in the 70’s. Finally I reached a newspaper stand and I quickly grabbed a newspaper and read the date.

December 19th, 1975. Okay so I was one day and 44 years into the past, thank god for that at least. I mean I could’ve landed somewhere far worse. But what happened to the Doctor? And just what was that thing that attacked us? As I went to turn around I bumped into someone.

“Sorry I—I was looking where I was…..”

“No problem love, it was an accident.” That voice it—it couldn’t be. I looked up and the first thing I see are those entrancing blue eyes and long golden hair that shined like the sun.

“You’re—you’re……” I was completely starstruck because standing right before me was none other than Roger Taylor.

“Roger Taylor? Yes, I’m going to assume you’re a fan of Queen?” I softly nodded. Oh my god I can’t believe that I’m standing in front of the Roger Taylor.

I mean—it was because of him I became interested in the drums. Shortly after I left the gang life behind; since I had always been a Queen fan since childhood, my nana bought me my first ever drumkit after my six months of being clean of the violent outbursts. She thought I could do have a better outlook banging the drums instead of banging with another gang.

His style of drumming has always fascinated me and sometimes I would try to copy some of his solos as best I could, and I’ll say that I’m a pretty decent drummer but I’ll never be up to his level of drumming.

“Well since you seem to know my name, may I know yours?”

“Uhh (y)—(y/n).”

“It’s nice to meet you (y/n).” he held out his hand for me to take. I was nervous to take his hand but I didn’t want him to think that I was a bitch. Hopefully the bleeding has stopped, so I reached out and I took his hand. Unfortunately he immediately noticed the blood. “(Y/n)….what happened to your hand?”

“Oh well I—I was…..a cat scratched me.”

“These don’t look like any cat scratches I know. And believe me Freddie has over 7 and I’ve been scratched by almost all of them at some point in time.” He then tucked some hair away from my face and he continued, “Be honest love, I won’t judge you but I need to know. Did—did some arsehole…..assault you?” Well to a degree but not in the way he was implying, but how do you tell your idol that? So to kinda put him at ease I whipped up a quick excuse.

“Well…..I—they just came out of nowhere…. I-I-I tried to stop them but they…..”

“Ohh you poor thing,” he cooed as he gently embraced me. “Come with me. I can help heal those scratches and make you a warm cuppa, eh?” I nodded and he then guided me towards the Hammersmith Odeon.

When we got there, I’ll be honest that I couldn’t believe that I was in the actual Hammersmith Odeon theater. Cause back—well forward in my time it’s called the Hammersmith Apollo and it’s mostly shown dance acts, and live performances for comedians.

“First aid’s in the dressing room. That’s the last known place I know it was at when Fred was dealing with some blisters the other day.” He guided me towards backstage and I saw dozens of roadies and other volunteers and workers getting ready for sound checks, probably for a rehearsal. “Here we are.”

Roger opened the door and guided me inside. Already I saw four sections of the big dressing room where each band member got ready. I saw from the photo of Veronica holding baby Robert that the section I was standing near was Deacy’s corner.

Just ahead where the red special was and what appeared to be an astronomy book was Brian’s place. And of course the one where dozens of cat pictures along with the beautiful Mary Austin’s picture was Freddie’s.

“Okay let’s see; first aid, first aid, first aid.” Roger muttered as he went through Freddie’s side. Lifting up various music sheets, journals and drawers. “Damnit Fred where the bloody hell did you put it—Ah-ha there you are!” He then pulled out an old school style first aid kit. “Right have a seat over here love.”

“I—I don’t know. I mean am I even allowed to be in here?”

“No not really but this is an emergency. So come on, sit. I don’t bite.” Cautiously I walked further in the dressing room and sat down in Freddie’s seat. “Okay let’s see here, we’ll need antiseptic cream, and…bandages.” He took out the cream first and he told me to show him my hands.

He then began to doctor up both my hands, but just before he put the first aid kit away, he noticed that my right sleeve was stained with blood. He carefully rolled it up and that’s when I saw the four long scratches that went from just an inch or two below my elbow to my wrist.

“Oh my god love. I—I’ve never seen a weapon do something like this, what did they use?”

“I—I couldn’t see what it was. Is it bad?”

“I don’t think so. But let me go a bowl of water, and a couple of towels to see what we’re dealing with here. Blood always makes things seem worse than what they are. Just stay here for a moment okay?” I nodded and he smiled at me before exiting the dressing room.

Once he came back with items, he set them down on the table and gently guided my arm over the bowl and dipped one of the towel into the water. He wrung it out and slowly began dabbing away the blood. I hissed on occasion and with each hissed, he apologized. Once the blood was cleared away, he dabbed the dry towel over my wet forearm before carefully observing it.

“Well they don’t look too deep for stitches, otherwise we’d need to call the hospital.”

“Yeah, thank god.” I was grateful for that because I won’t even be born until 30 years from now so there’s no way any hospital would have my records.

“Hey (y/n), if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly happened?”

“It—it’s honestly a blur to me Roger. I was—just minding my business with a friend of mine then next thing I knew we got jumped and….oh shit my friend he….he doesn’t know where I am! I-I have to find him!”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey (y/n), (y/n) calm down. Deep breaths for me.” He gently calmed me down and got me to take a few deep breaths. Man, who would’ve thought the Roger Taylor would be the one comforting me during a freak out episode.

“Sorry.” I muttered.

“No, no don’t apologize at all. Look let’s get you healed up first, and then we can think about finding your friend, alright?” I nodded and he said as he gently cupped the side of my face and gingerly thumbed across my cheek “Atta girl.” Suddenly the door opened and a voice said.

“Whoa were we interrupting anything here my darlings?” Oh my god—no way. It was him, it was really him. Freddie Fucking Mercury. Vibrant and young Freddie Mercury. Alongside him I saw Brian May to his left and John Deacon was to the right.

“No not at all guys.”

“Whose this?” asked Brian.

“This is (y/n). I found her—well actually she ran into me while I was at the newsstand. Shortly after she got jumped by some thugs.”

“Oh you poor darling!” Freddie cooed as he raced up towards me. “Who were the bastards that did this to you? You give me descriptions and I’ll fucking murder them!”

Aww, I can’t believe that after just meeting me not even 10 seconds, Freddie’s already wanting to defend my honor and beat up the fake thugs that did this to me. All those interviews of people calling Freddie nice, seeing it with my own eyes, they weren’t even close to describing Freddie’s kindness and loyalty.

“It’s alright Freddie, there’s no need for you to go to jail for assault.”

“Well fuck that! Anyone who gangs up on a girl like that deserves to have their arses beaten.” Can’t argue with him on that. Suddenly I felt the stinging sensation of the antiseptic cream go onto my scratches.

“Sorry love.” Roger apologized.

“It’s—alright.”

“Roger give the girl fair warning next time!” Freddie exclaimed.

“Would you like anything to drink (y/n)? Water? Tea?” asked Deacy.

“Well Roger was gonna offer me a warm cuppa.”

“How about a hot chocolate instead. After a night that you had, why not take something a little warmer. Plus nothing cures trauma better than chocolate.” Deacy offered.

“Okay, I can go for a hot chocolate.”

“Coming right up.”

“Lucky duckie. Deacy dear makes the best cup of hot chocolate ever.” Freddie told me.

“Sneaky bastard won’t let us in on how he makes it!” Roger called out.

“Because you lot don’t deserve to know!” Deacy called back as he peeked back in the room before heading back down the hallway to make my hot chocolate.

“Right, time for the bandages.” Roger said.

“Here Rog, I’ll take care of that.” Brian stepped forward and took over the doctoring. My god if you had told me three years ago that I would be getting doctored by Brian May and Roger Taylor, be served hot chocolate handmade by John Deacon and having Freddie Mercury rub your back comfortingly as your being doctored by the.

I would’ve told you, you were crazy.

As Brian began wrapping my arm up, he looked up at me and asked.

“Too tight?”

“No, no it’s fine.” I assured him. He softly smiled and kept wrapping my arm up till it covered up the last of my scratches.

“There all done.”

“Thank you Brian.”

“You’re welcome (y/n).” he said with that warm smile of his. It was then Deacy came walking in with a cup of hot chocolate.

“Here you go (y/n), I just took it out of the microwave so be careful.” I took the cup between my hands and allowed the hot mug to warm up my cold, numbing hands. I blew on it before taking a light sip.

Holy shit the guys weren’t kidding. I mean at first my nana’s hot chocolate was always the best but now I’m starting to think Deacy’s overpowers my nana’s special recipe.

“Oh my god, this is so good.”

“Glad you like it dear.”

“I mean—I think you just kicked my nana’s famed recipe out the window.”

“Well I mean no disrespect to your nana.” Deacy said apologetically.

“No, no, no hell if she were here, she’d be wanting to get your recipe herself.” Deacy smiled that sweet, eye crinkled smile as he softly chuckled.

“Not only the best bass player we could find but also the best hot chocolate maker we could ask for.” Freddie praised as he placed an arm around Deacy’s neck. Aww my god I can’t believe I’m witnessing firsthand of the bond these two shared. No wonder why Deacy left after Freddie died.

“Oh stop it you old tart.”

“Ahh Brian! Deacy’s using those dirty words again!” Freddie whined out.

“Hey lads, the manager’s closing up the stadium for the night if you all are done for the night.” Queen’s future manager Jim Beach came into the dressing room.

“Thank you Miami.” Freddie said.

“Do you have a place to stay tonight (y/n)?” asked Brian.

“Uhh well I—”

“Yes. As we were on our way here I told her that she could stay with me for tonight. Just in case those thugs try and find her again.” Roger spoke as he wrapped an arm around me. I looked to Roger and he looked down at me assuringly and winked at me.

“Well then let’s get a move on. I’d rather not be locked up in here over night.” Deacy said.

“Well said Deacy. Not like back in Atlanta eh?” Freddie teased.

“I thought we vowed to never talk about that!” Deacy snapped. As the guys walked on ahead, Roger and I lagged behind and I asked him.

“You sure it’s okay for me to stay with you?”

“Yeah. I’ve got an extra bed in my room. Plus I don’t want you to be out in the streets in the middle of winter.”

“Thanks Roger. But what will I do about clothes?”

“I’ll let you borrow some small clothes as pajamas for tonight. Then tomorrow Freddie and I can help you shop for some clothes. Maybe we can also find that friend of yours.” I smiled softly and said.

“I—don’t know what to say.”

“Say nothing, c’mon let’s get back to the hotel and into bed. You’ve had a long night and look like you could use some rest.” We then got into the car and the driver drove the five of us back to the hotel. Roger guided me towards his room and using his key, he allowed me in first.

It was a pretty big sized room with two beds as he said, a small telly and a closet. Roger went inside and muttered to himself before finally pulling out a plain black t-shirt and some sweats.

“Here, these are too small for me, hopefully they’ll do you some good. The loo’s just over there.” He pointed towards the jointed room beside the bed farthest from the window. I walked inside of it and changed out of my clothes and into Roger’s old stuff.

The pants were obviously a little too long but the shirt fit snug around me. I then went over to the mirror and looked down at my bandaged arm.

“Oh Doctor, I hope you’re alright. Where—whenever you are.” I don’t know what that thing was that attacked but I prayed that he was alright and somehow managed to lose it.

“(Y/n)? You okay in there?” I heard Roger’s voice say.

“Yeah, yeah Roger I’m good.” I then stepped out of the loo and Roger looked me over.

“Not bad, I’ll give the pants a trim so that they’re not dragging across the floor tomorrow. Then tomorrow when Freddie and I take you out, we’ll get you some clothes that will fit you.”

“Do you think he’ll want to join us?” I asked

“Absolutely. Besides he looks for any excuse to shop and he’s better at picking clothes than me. I just pick what matches based off of fabric, damn eyesight.” That I did know for a fact. But I chose to act like I didn’t know that fact.

“Thanks again for all that you’ve done for me tonight.”

“Again love, no thanks are necessary. I just hope your friend didn’t get into the squabble you were in.”

“I hope so too.” I muttered before letting out a long yawn. Roger softly chuckled.

“It’s getting late, why don’t you get some sleep?” I nodded and walked over to the bed that was closest to the radiator. I tucked myself in and almost immediately fell asleep on the old, lumpy mattress.

*Roger’s POV*

Even though she had taken my bed next to the radiator, I didn’t have the heart to move her. After the night she’s been through, she deserved to have as much comfort as possible.

After taking my nightly shower and changing into my pajamas I looked over at (y/n) hoping that we would find her friend in good health, cause if (y/n) managed to get away with scratches like those, then I pray her friend’s not worse.

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Hazel Levesque: Into the Prophecy-verse pt. 1

Time for the prologue to an AU I’ve wanted to write for a long time and need to finally get out of my brain. Hazel is a little OOC in this, but that’s because it’s an AU where she grows up in the modern world, not the 1920s.

Description:

Rome was a three-thousand year old empire, with two capitals - Old Rome in Italy and New Rome in America. New Rome was the powerhouse of the gods and their hero’s.

The children of the Olympian gods lived amongst mortals, the most powerful of them joining the Legion, and some even earning fame status when major prophecies thrusted one or a few of them into the spot light.

Hazel Levesque is an unclaimed, unimportant demigod, unsuitable for the esteemed legion. And she’s about to find herself at the middle of a major prophecy.

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Alright let’s do this one last time

“My name is Jason Grace. I’m the son of Jupiter and for ten years, I’ve the one and only child of the Big Three. I’m pretty sure you know the rest: I saved a bunch of people, fell in love, saved the city, and then I saved the city again and again and again. I also did this [cut to Jason getting hit in the head with a brick]. We don’t talk about that. Look, I’m a comic book, I’m a cereal, did a Christmas album, have an excellent theme song, and a so-so popsicle. I mean, I’ve looked worse. But after everything, I still love being the hero. I mean, who wouldn’t? So no matter how many hits I take, I always find a way to come back, because the only thing standing between this city and oblivion is me. There’s only one child of the Big Three. And you’re looking at him.”

Hazel was listening to her music too loud to hear Chiron calling her. She had her first day at some prep school for demigods, meaning she was leaving Chiron’s half-way house for unclaimed and untamable demigods.

New Rome was overflowing with demigods who either hadn’t been claimed or had been rejected from the Legion. Lupa had deemed her and her friend Leo “too insubordinate” for the Legion. He set the wolf on fire (an accident) and she had told the wolf to eat shit (not an accident.) Demigods who didn’t fit in the Legion and couldn’t live at their home with their mortal parents (like Hazel, who’s mom had been deem “unsuitable”) or didn’t have mortal parents (like Leo) lived in one of the half-way houses. There was hundreds of them around the country, all named “Chiron’s Half-Way House,” but only the New Rome branch was actually graced by the old Greek Centaur.

He did his best to train or rehabilitate problem kids, getting them ready for either the legion or the real world. He was the one who had insisted every demigod apply to some fancy, over-priced prep school. And Hazel was the only one of them dumb enough to be smart enough to get in.

“Do I have to go?” She asked Chiron, as he adjusted the collar of her uniform (which she already hated.)

“This is a step in the right direction for you Hazel.”

She tugged on one of her curls, pulling it straight in front of her eyes before letting it bounce back into place. Chiron led her out to the car. Leo was waiting out on the front porch.

“Don’t forget us little people while you’re off becoming some famous hero or some shit, Levesque.” He said, smiling.

Hazel pulled him into a hug. “Who could forget you?”

“I’ll bust you out as soon as I can,” he whispered.

Hazel sat, clearly angry, in the back of Chiron’s car. He couldn’t drive, being a centaur and all, so Argus, the thousand-eyed half-way house driver was behind the wheel, and Chiron lectured her about all of her opportunities.

“I don’t care,” Hazel protested. “I don’t want to go, I’m only here because I drew some pictures.” Her scholarship was art-based, that was true. She was a good artist. Not a really notable demigod skill, though. Still, someone had to mosaic all of Jason Grace’s accomplishments. They were only one year away from some world-ending prophecy that the tabloids still had yet to leak. So it was only a matter of time before Golden Boy Supreme (as Leo had nicknamed him) added another line on his resume. And if Hazel was lucky, which she rarely was, she’d be there to sculpt the whole thing in marble.

“You passed the entrance exam just like everyone else,” Chiron told her. “This is your opportunity, Hazel. Do you want to end up like --”

He cut himself off, but she knew how that sentence ended. Like her mother. Her mom wasn’t perfect, but she wasn’t bad. She was actually pretty cool. The courts were just picky about who was allowed to raise demigod children. Even mega-Hero Grace grew up with a foster mom - Sally Jackson, poster mom for good demigod parenting. Literally, her picture was on the side of buses. She had her own book. She had been on The View with the nine muses.

Her mom wasn’t Sally Jackson, for sure, but she always made sure Hazel had food, and she taught her how to draw. The court’s problem was her mom’s inability to hold down a job. The only thing she managed consistently was selling her own homemade jewelry. It was all bullshit though. If Hazel wasn’t a demigod, they never would have separated them.

“Whatever,” Hazel said as they pulled up to the school. She grabbed her backpack and suitcase, and preyed to whatever god her father was that she would be kicked out by the end of the day.

“Tie your shoes!” Chiron yelled after her. She ignored him.

Hazel walked into a whirlwind. The school was huge. Most people were in their uniforms, although a few wore ancient Roman style armor over theirs. Some carried stacks of books, and other had spears and swords. Half her day was academic - Latin, literature, history, science, and math. The other half was training - weaponry, climbing, survival skills, and pegasus riding. At least they had Pegasi here. She had been trained well enough at the half way house, but there were unfortunately lacking in magic horses. Well, besides Chiron’s lower half, which Hazel wasn’t too keen on riding.

“You’re shoe’s untied,” a stranger said, passing Hazel.

“Yeah, I know it’s a choice.”

The sneakers probably weren’t uniform, but she didn’t earn the label “insubordinate” for nothing.

She found her locker, wide and tall enough for armor, weapons, and other demigod provisions, and shoved her suitcase in it. She figured she would move into her dorm later on.

Someone opened the locker next to hers. “Oh this is so embarrassing,” Hazel said to her locker neighbor, “we are wearing the same jacket.” She laughed awkwardly, but the girl just rolled her eyes before walking away.

Off to a good start, Hazel though before grabbing her backpack and moving on to her first class.

Each class seemed to come with its own thousand pound textbook. And the long, winding hallways made it impossible to stop at her locker in between classes. By fifth period - history - she had four new text books and figured she was about to get one more.

She walked in late. She hoped the darkness of the room helped cover her late arrival, but she cast a shadow in front of the projector.

“Ah Miss. Levesque,” her history teacher, some old guy named Mr. Quintus, paused the movie, “you’re late.”

She shrugged, “Maybe y’all are just early.”

A girl with black spiky hair and dark eye make up let out a stifled chuckle. Quitus and Hazel looked at her. “Sorry, it was just so quiet.”

“Please take your seat, Miss, Levesque.” He started playing the movie again. Some history documentary. The Romans loved those. This one had some young narrator, who would have been handsome if it wasn’t for the scar down his face. With his blond hair and blue eyes, Hazel could have mistaken him for Jason Grace, if Jason were twenty-five, not fifteen.

“The Titan Saturn, lord of Time, was overthrown by Jupiter and his other brothers and sisters, and his remains cast away.”

Hazel was just staring to tune the whole thing out when Quintus paused the video again. “Can anyone tell me the Greek name for the Titan Saturn?” The girl next to Hazel raised her hand. “Yes, Miss. Grace?”

“Kronos,” she offered.

“Very good,” Quintus restarted the film. Hazel thought about leaning over and asking her if she was related to Jason, but figured she probably got that all the time.

A week later, Quintus stopped Hazel on her way out the door. “Miss. Levesque?”

She walked over to his desk. “What’s up?”

Quintus showed her the score from their history quiz the day before. A red 0/100 was written across the scantron.

“A zero?” Hazel tried to look genuinely upset. “A few more of those and you’ll probably have to kick me out of here, huh?”

“If a person wearing a blind fold took a true or false quiz at random, what score would they get?”

“Fifty percent?”

Quintus changed her 0 to a 100. “That’s right.” He stood and faced the bored to start erasing that day’s lecture notes. “Are you familiar with the story of Icarus, Miss. Levesque?”

“Uh yeah, he was escaping the Labyrinth with his father with a pair of bronze wings. But he flew too close to the sun, the wax melted, and he fell into the ocean. it’s about pride, right?”

“Correct,” he said, turning to face her, “but you left out a crucial element. Yes, Icarus was instructed by his father not to fly too high. But he was also told not too fly too low, as the sea mist could also weaken the wax.”

“Why are you telling me this?” She asked.

“You’re trying to quit, and I won’t let you. You must remember not to let yourself fly too low, it’s just as dangerous. I’m assigning you a personal essay. Not about history, but about yourself and the kind of person who you want to be.”

Hazel had spent an hour at her desk, trying to write anything for Quintus or for her literature essay, but her ADHD was going off the rails. She wished Leo would make good on his promise to bust her out of there.

But she decided not to wait for Leo.

She hadn’t seen her mom in a while. She grabbed her hoodie before making her way down the fire escape.

#will i finally complete a fic #most experts say no #hazel levesque #jason grace #leo valdez #sally jackson #chiron #hazel levesque into the prophecy verse #thalia grace

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Anaticula Pt 33

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 - Pt 8 - Pt 9 - Pt 10 - Pt 11 - Pt 12 - Pt 13 - Pt 14 - Pt 15 - Pt 16 - Pt 17 - Pt 18 - Pt 19 - Pt 20 - Pt 21 - Pt 21b - Pt 22 - Pt 23 - Pt 24 - Pt 25 - Pt 26 - Pt 27 - Pt 28 - Pt 29 - Pt 30 - Pt 31 -

- Ok, naming this one 33 because i accidentally named two chapters 22, and to fix it all would be too exhausting for me, so continuing the Triwizard Year, hope you enjoy it. :D -

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You barely had six hours until breakfast and with your lovely nap you dressed in the sweater on the top of your pile tugging it to rest over your worn jeans covering your boots and tall socks coated in Nifflers. Bag slung over your shoulder shifting in each step as you drew your hair back out of your face into a tall ponytail only to pause for a moment at the Gryffindor first years whispering about your being asked to the Ball.

Fred, “That didn’t take long.”

“How the hell-,”

Cedric glanced at you, “You got asked already?”

“Bryt asked me but I didn’t say yes.”

George, “School seems to think otherwise.”

Rolling your eyes you sighed and turned to head to the Great Hall catching a trio of Beauxbaton girls scowling at you in their hurried walk into the hall to choose the table farthest from yours. Sighing deeply you moved to your table catching the smirk on Alastor’s face contrasting Snape’s puzzled expression hearing the whispers while Barty Jr stared at you with chin planted in his palm trying to work it all out himself.

Whispers rippled quickly and on their own way to sit by their chosen partners the Krum brothers froze and asked those in their year speaking the most English for a translation of the gossip seeming so interesting to your classmates. “They’re saying Miss Black got asked to the Ball already.”

Sebastian’s grin dropped and Krum asked, “It was barely announced last night. Surely it must be a mistake. They can’t possibly be pairing up this early when it isn’t until Christmas.”

Sebastian shook his head, “Asked or not, I have months to change her mind. Find out who it was. Show that I am the better match.”

Viktor nodded patting his hand on his brother’s back alongside their friends who all continued onto the Great Hall. Straight to Hermione however he hurried, finding her thankfully by Angelina and Alicia instead of the guys, a grin eased onto his face and over the morning juice he managed to ask her right then, not willing to risk losing the chance.

Taking the spot by you, Sebastian held his grin and asked you, “Sleep well?”

Your head tilted, “Other than the gap for Ghoul Studies ya. You?”

He nodded watching as your finger trailed around the rim of your glass filling it with juice, “Yes. It is a good dorm. Nice beds, good view. You should come and see it sometime. We have all our best posters up and our brooms on display in the common room” after a pause he asked, “Even with our games being canceled this year would your pitch be off limits for training still?”

Lowering your glass from a sip you swallowed and said, “That was something I wanted to ask you about.” Making his brow inch up in your plotting smirk as you reached into your bag on your lap to pull out the folded quidditch chart, “How would you like to build some bridges?”

The guys all leaned in peering on at the schedule you had made with growing grins, giving them a wave after assigning their ranked house teams to fill in their spaces before you moved over to let Fleur take the spot beside you curious of your note as well. A grin eased across her lips and in a quick huddle all the Beaxs had eyed the copy you had made them and agreed to the two game a weekend schedule. Leaving your bag in your seat you walked over to the Professor’s table drawing their gaze from their plates with the Krums and Fleur behind you. A quick grin flashed across your face and Dumbledore inched up in his seat dapping his mouth with his napkin, “Miss Black, something wrong?”

“Not really. In fact we have a proposition.”

“Hmm, do tell.”

You passed him a copy of the chart and said, “We would like to play this year. All the teams, for all three schools. The games are set up and we all agree. Why leave the other students to just cheering on three of us when we could all benefit from a Tournament of our own.”

In looking at the chart Minerva said, “It certainly is a possible source of mutual entertainment.”

Dumbledore looked up at you, “Quidditch could very well be the thing to lace us all together. It is an admirable schedule and I accept the notion.” You all grinned and he said, “I will inform their Headmasters and leave the workout schedules to your captains.” You nodded and turned to take your seats seeing him stand and move further down the table to pass around it greeting the entering headmasters and share the news stirring smirks of their own.

Returning to his seat in seeing that you were all in the Hall now he stood clearing his throat, “Good morning students. If I might trouble you for a moment.” The hall fell silent in looking at him, “It has come to my attention that in the aftermath of our canceling Quidditch for this year just how dividing that could possibly be, a new timetable has been made and no doubt will be added to the afternoon papers, including the teams from our visiting schools. That is all.” When he sat again you shook your copy that multiplied and flew off in airplanes that unfolded for the other house teams with a copy for each Beax and Durm team as well.

Ron, “Two games a week!”

Hermione leaned over the table to steal a glance impressed at the time chart while Oliver beamed knowing his last year would be the best as he could play against the best, already mentally working out the training schedule in his head to check with the other teams later.

In all this however your eyes kept wandering to the same trio of Beauxbaton teens scowling at you through the elated chattering from the Slytherin table drawing more than a few glances your way.

In focusing on your classes and helping the teams to mesh their workouts on the one pitch before the first set of games the next weekend after this one you would be met randomly by Sebastian and Fleur. The older teens marveling at your workload, while theirs left them ample time to explore and relax at their leisure.

Friday had come and nearly gone into a third lunch with your ever changing table of friends all skating around the lingering topic of why you were asked so early to the Ball when it seemed that no one else known to be single had been snapped up so quickly. Once Double Charms was through you took your break and paused on your way from RoR passing the same scowling trio making you turn and head for Barty’s classroom to see if he could help you figure it out.

Out of nowhere Bryt walks up to you in Barty’s doorway making his head tilt slightly in his inching closer with Snape and Alastor not far behind from their conference, “Jaqi.” He wet his lips anxiously, “Well, Mum says I should just be honest, so here’s the dill.” He said with a sigh making your brow inch up through the far from subtle lean of a group of Durmstrangs through an opening of a courtyard to listen in, “Now my Gran is friends with Evangelinne’s Gran. And we’ve been friends since infants, and her Mum and mine both heard about the Ball and hoped for another picture of us. But see, when she heard about the Ball she’d already expected she’d go with me, knowing I’d pick a silver tux so she could wear cucumber green. But now she’s heard that I asked you and that really hurt her feelings and it took me a good day and a half for her to even talk to me again so, will you?”

Holding back from shaking your head you asked, “Will I what?”

“Will you not go with me to the Ball?” In his pleading grin at you a nod came from you and he darted off, “Thank you! I’ll invite you to our wedding!”

Shaking your head you walked into the classroom through the open mouthed Professors glancing from Bryt’s path to the group of Durmstrangs darting away. Following you inside Alastor teased, “I don’t think I’ve seen that boy draw breath once since I got here.”

Snape, “I think he’s mutated above the need for it.” He rubbed your back seeing your head on the desk as you groaned into your bag you’d set on it, “Are you alright?”

You raised your head and shrugged, “Well, seeing as when he asked me to go my answer was ‘um’ and somehow in that the whole school knew overnight, and then I had Sebastian giving me crying puppy eyes over the fact he’d missed asking me, when I hadn’t actually accepted the offer in the first place-!”

You groaned and set your hands on the desk looking to Barty who said, “You are a catch Love. Besides, I bet-,” his eyes rose to the doorway seeing Sebastian slide into a stop making him pat your hand and say in a forced seemingly teacher voice, “And if you have any more questions about that extra credit, just let us know.” Passing you a blank slip of paper now reading ‘Turn Around.’

Turning around you were subtly motioned out of the room to approach Sebastian who asked offering his elbow, asking in thickly accented English, “Would you like an escort to lunch?”

You folded your hand around it in shouldering your bag, “Thank you.”

Not two steps later Sebastian asked seeing a group of male teenagers approaching from further down the hall, “I was wondering if you would allow me to escort you to the Ball.”

“Oh-,”

His brows furrowed for a moment, “Oh? Someone asked you? Already?!” a look of panic flashed in his eyes when he turned to you missing the teachers leaning out the doorway watching you.

“No.”

He nodded, “No, no one asked you, or no you will not go?”

“No, I,” raising your hands you covered your face for a moment for a deep inhale and exhale before you lowered and settled them on his biceps making him smirk through a spreading blush, “No, I have not agreed to go with anyone, though Bryt did ask and then un-ask me. Anyways, I would love to go with you.”

He nodded then motioned you forward, “We should eat.” You nodded and walked with him and he asked, “How did this Bryt ask you so quickly? Do you share a common room?”

“Oh, no he caught me on our way to Ghouls Studies that night after dinner.”

“How did he ask to make you say yes?”

“I didn’t,” he looked at you, “Say yes. My exact answer was ‘um.”

“Um?”

You nodded, “Yup.”

“Then why did he-,”

You shook your head and shrugged, “Your guess is as good as mine. But he’s going with a girl from Beauxbatons now so no worries there.”

“Let us all hope she did not just say um.” Making you giggle widening his smile.

Finishing your courses out you found your way back to your dorm to head off to sleep. Though it was Gryffindor’s time for practicing in the pitch in the morning you were still, once breakfast and your Arithmacy course was through, would be off to do some laps both around and across Black Lake.

A quick change from your usual clothes had you in shorts and a sleeveless Puff jersey over your converse joining the full team in their own workout gear and jerseys for the easy start to your year of training to hopefully keep you up to standard against the visiting teams. Curiously the crowd of varied languages swirled around you with news rippling of your group headed out for a stroll to the Lake. Through the courtyards and exits the curious visitors all watched your stop under the tree for a quick few moments of stretching followed by your lining up to jolt off parting lips at the pace you began in.

Lap after lap past the random appearance of a few fire crabs in your paths you held your pace and positions for the twelve laps, ending back at the tree where you all removed your shoes and socks then turned back to the frigid lake stirring grumbles and groans that died the deeper you got to start your laps across the lake. Two full laps across and back again had the other students leaving while you and the twins pulled lists from your sneakers of plants and supplies in the lake you had been asked to fetch for the other Professors and Madame Pomfrey you clarified. Pulling a jar out the twins both drew out a swirl of gillyweed only to look up at Sebastian in his approach with a spreading grin.

“Tired?”

You shook your head, “No. Cushion start for the practices this year, just to warm us back up to the usual.”

His eyes lowered to the jar, “What is that?”

“Gillyweed.” Fred and George answered.

He looked to you, “We were asked to fetch some things for the Professors.”

George offered him the jar, “Care to join us?”

Sebastian quickly removed his boots and socks he left with his jacket waving his wand he drew over his clothes swapping them for a tank top and shorts. In a subtle flex of his arms he reached in and drew out a swirl he eased into his mouth and chewed it following you all into the water wondering if he had missed you eating your swirl of the disgusting plant he just swallowed after the terrible task of chewing the slimy swirl.

Under the surface he joined you trying to rein in his struggle to breathe that eased greatly when he sunk deeper at the forming of his gills. A turn of his head brought you into his sights with lips parting as a silvery blue tail sprouted under your shorts now turned into a mini skirt. Smirking in following after you he swam deeper into the water taking in all he could on the path listening to your description of each plant you passed and their uses explaining why you had to gather them. Lastly a huge supply of pearls were gathered and through his distant inspection of your curious Giant Squid he continued to swim after you towards the surface feeling himself shifting back. On the surface again you watched their coughing stroll up to the shore while you wiggled your legs completing your shift back along with the mending of your shorts from their skirt form.

Up to lunch after you had dried off with your wands you strolled through the castle passing off the collected items then you turned to head down to your dorm with Sebastian grinning in his stream of questions at all you were passing. The maze of halls in the dungeons especially interesting to him while you passed so easily through the maze complete with shifting walls and traps you had left one another in the continued battle with Slytherin at the opposite end. A wall of barrels puzzled him completely until he saw Fred knocking on one that opened revealing the door you passed through. Open mouthed he took in the homey common room packed with odd plants and random small creatures including a napping mooncalf curled up in a basket along the wall. Down the hall he followed you and inspected your portion of the shared dorm while you took your clothes from earlier into the bath to change.

Inching closer however he eyed the tail dangling from the hammock above your bed that pulled back out of his sight at the opening of the bath door. Pointing at the hammock he asked, “What-?” Looking up at it again his brows furrowed and he stepped to the side peering up at it only to look back at you when you moved past him to add your jersey and shorts to the basket of dirty clothes.

“The hammock is from a Nundu cub I was asked to take care of.”

“There was a tail.”

You nodded, “That would be Opal. She’s a bit skittish around new people.”

He nodded and glanced up at it again only for Fred to pat his back, “No worries, you’re bound to see her eventually.”

Realizing the time Sebastian held his place by your side for an escort out stealing brushes of his fingers across the sleeve of your grey sweater trying to build up the nerve to just grab your hand only to leave your side to join his brother for their own set of classes. In a trot you three went to join Cedric and the team for a session with Oliver and his team who had managed to gather up as much info on their teams as possible to strategize. Even on opposing teams it was a matter of school rivalry as well, and even in a less strenuous in structure compared to theirs, for which they were required to be in strict uniforms and follow daily stops for house meetings as well, you were determined to show you were no less skilled than they were.

Around the fireplace of the common room in a nightly smore party one of your first years peered at you curiously then asked you, “Is there a hex on the Southern Study Hall?”

With lips parted for a moment you shook your head, “No.”

He nodded then added, “Well I heard as a Morpher you can see things we can’t, and I’ve seen you avoiding it, even when everyone else goes in to look at the Goblet of Fire. And I just got curious.”

All eyes looked to you realizing they had noticed the same and had dismissed it, inhaling sharply you shifted your fingers around your still too hot to eat smore, “I, um, had a dream about it.”

“The hall?”

You shook your head, “No, the Goblet, it was an odd dream, more of a feeling really, just that it’s going to be hexed. And usually if things have been hexed I tend to be around them when it happens.”

Another girl asked, “So you’re hoping to avoid it?”

You nodded, “I doubt it would work like that, but still doesn’t hurt to try I suppose.”

The first year asked, “So you aren’t entering?”

“I won’t be seventeen till April.”

He nodded then looked around the room asking, “Who is entering?”

A few scattered sixth years and seventh years including Cedric raised their hands and you all nodded knowing each of them were extremely talented and in a great spot to represent the school if chosen.

By weeks end all of Beauxbatons old enough to compete entered along with most of Durmstrang between their courses. From Hogwarts as your dream rippled around through the houses only a few had entered publicly. Angelina from Gryffindor had done so already along with Cassius Warrington from Slytherin. The Age Line however was deemed a challenge possibly bested by a small brave few. S. Fawcett from Ravenclaw and Summers out of Puff had tried both being shot out of the line with full beards and white long hair sending them for those they knew to be the best in reversing jinxes to right the blunder quickly.

Alongside Hermione at her own request you sat chatting over a textbook she was using as cover to ask you for possible tips on topics to use with Viktor, who had agreed to help her practice her limited vocabulary in Bulgarian.

The open doors filled with chatter while you saw Cedric fresh from a meeting with the Puff paper, all of whom had joined him in approaching the Goblet. In an assuring nod from you he chuckled and stepped through the line drawing cheers, through which he stepped closer to add his slip of paper with his name and school on it into the flames that pulsed a brighter blue then dimmed again in his path out of the circle again.

Through the doors the twins hurry in cheering and waving the vials in their hands.

“Cooked it up this morning.” Under your breath you chuckled and rested your bent arms on your knees with your feet rocking on the edge of the bench in front of you in the tiered bleachers.

Hermione, “It’s not going to work.” With grins they climbed over the first bench and crouched behind her both sending you subtle winks.

Twins, “Really, and why is that Granger?”

Hermione, “You see that? That is an Age line. Dumbledore cast it himself, it’s hard to believe that it could be fooled by something as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion.”

Fred, “That’s why it’s so clever.” Climbing down they approached the Goblet.

George, “Because it’s so pathetically dimwitted.” They both stand outside the line shaking the vials, “Ready Fred?”

Fred, “Ready George.”

They link arms shaking the vials they uncorked, both saying, “Bottoms up,” downing the potions before hopping through the line. Cheers sound through the hall, “Ready?” toss their slips of paper into the goblet that lit on fire in a burst of light knocking them out of the line before they began to wrestle over their now white hair, mustache and beard.

Giggling to yourself you caught their narrowed gazes at the Goblet, hoping that one of them could have been able to enter so that if you were right and you would get sucked into this somehow they could have been there with you. Propping your chin in your palm your eyes turned to the doorway, through which the Krums and their group of friends strolled through passed the Twins, who stood and tapped their wands to their chins reversing the jinx silently. In stolen smirks sent your way the Krum brothers both looked you and Hermione over in dropping their names into the fire before turning to head back to their next courses down the hall.

In his turn however your eyes locked with Karkaroff’s and your free hand subtly clenched around your thigh out of his sight remembering the warning you had gotten from your father, uncle and Remus to steer clear of being alone with him fully supported by Barty and Alastor. The latter pair alongside Snape made it their mission to keep him off your trail ensuring he couldn’t do anything to harm you.

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Daily each Quidditch team had agreed to the training schedule for as far as the pitch went, outside of that your paths blended in your stolen training sessions that brought more and more attention each time with all of you trying to rank the other as far as who would win in the first set of matches coming up.

Finally in your own first training on the pitch the stands were full as in the buildup of tension had risen once the visiting schools had traced back your team’s progress through the copies of the papers in the library you clearly were the best with near straight House Cup wins since your first year. Having meant to have won on points alone until Ravenclaw stole it away two years in a row just barely when penalty points were factored in. In a firm dominating practice up against high soaring dummies you broke off your summer month dust falling back into your groove as a team showing that even in the simple maneuvers and basic try for a practice match to forty points in your secured time you were a team to be reckoned with.

Clearly up against you it would be a hard won victory yet the cocky brothers both on D1 team met up with you in your stroll back to the castle, with Sebastian and the other Durmstrang boys all still near to drooling since you strolled into breakfast in your Quidditch uniform. Just the image alone was appealing and after your practice with skill to match the position you had claimed made you all the more appealing.

Looking you over Sebastian said, “Our team is up first this Saturday.”

You nodded and grinned up at him, “Yes, I heard B1 is missing their usual Thief so you should have a great shot for the goals.”

Smirking at you he all but purred at you, “You will be cheering for us then?”

“I suppose so. Unless you’d rather I cheer for powder blue?” Teasingly you asked making his arm reach out to drape across your shoulders under your braided ponytail.

“No. Cheer for gold and green.” Making you smirk up at him settling against his side, “We share gold,” leaning in he said, “It is destiny why cheer for blue? Plus, out of all the teams we will go easiest on you. No need in dominating all four of your houses.”

Giggling under his arm your smirk mirrored those of your team as you reached over patting your hand on his chest, “That is a very kind offer, we will see just how long you are offering it but still, thank you all the same.” In a quick peck on his cheek you caught his face light up in a deep blush and you pulled out of his hold to turn to your dorm to change while he was joining his classmates up to one of their classes, “Enjoy your class, see you at lunch.”

In your glance back at him he nodded and you giggled at the closing of your team around you with sleeveless team robes billowing behind you in your path down the hall leaving him staring after you for a moment before turning to their class.

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In the hushed halls of the school while all were in class in the early morning hours a stolen moment in the Southern Study Hall brought on the beginnings of a sinister plan that went unnoticed. Lunch stirred an unsettling clench in your stomach shared by Professor Trelawney floors above you who started to consult her crystal ball in hopes of understanding what or who was coming the school’s way.

But answers were far from helpful and in your place with your Bulgarian shadow sliding into your right side again opposite Fleur on your left you were far from able to try and meditate opening yourself up to any vision that might help to uncover what was coming. Especially when the papers arrived and Sebastian grinned widely seeing your peck on his cheek having been captured by one of the school photographers. In a glance over your shoulder Draco subtly motioned it was being added to the family scrapbooks making you giggle to yourself and turn back to your meal as Sebastian folded and pocketed his copy of the paper in a grin at you.

Saturday brought with it a divided school with breakfast dividing alliances to separate tables sporting the colors of which team they represented. Across the room you eyed your supposed rival for Bryt’s arm to the Ball, Evangelinne who was a Beater for B1’s team. Reluctantly Fleur sat in support of her own school, her worry was short lived as in the path to the pitch for the game you snuck a moment at her side comforting her in saying there was no hard feelings in the school rivalry, and alliances would shift the next day either way.

A stolen kiss on your knuckles later and the Krums were off leaving you to have your arm coiled up with Hermione’s in your shared path to your seats. Anxiously you sat running your fingers through your loose curls laying over your back to hide Opal, who was climbing out the neck of George’s sweater and strolled across his shoulder to yours curling up there excited to hear the match commentated by Lee Jordan, who like the other boys seemed torn between their admiration of the Krums and the Beauxbaton team, of which Evangelinne played professionally for France as well.

The chilly air blew right through you until you settled into your seats, all of you together working as living heaters making it more tolerable. A flash of red whizzed by and on their red Nimbuses D1 raced around the pitch and took their place relaxing at the cheers sounding around them. A flash of blue brought cheers from the opposing side of the pitch with B1 entering on blue Nimbuses. Hermione beside you asked, “How do they get colored brooms?”

You shrugged and replied, “Not sure. Might be special issued from their shops in their countries, special order probably.”

Back and forth in an explosion of cheers the game was neck and neck until Viktor soared off towards the ground and captured the snitch inches from crashing bringing a wave of cheers back again. Filing out again when you hoped you had time to take Opal back to your dorm. Right outside the pitch however an arm draped around your back and in a bubbly chuckle Sebastian asked, “There you are!”

At your side however in a familiar tail coiling up to the neck of your sweater his eyes dropped and when your hand covered his mouth they snapped up to yours catching your quick grin, “Shh.”

Your hand lowered and he whispered, “Is that a dragon?”

“Opal.” His eyes met yours again and his lips parted, “She was blinded as a hatchling.”

“The school knows you have her?”

“Unofficially, yes. She’s supposed to stay in my dorm this year to keep out of sight but she does love listening to the matches.”

He smirked easing his arm around your back to continue on again towards the victory cocoa and snacks in the Great Hall, “Your secret is safe with me.” His eyes dipped seeing her nestling under your hair widening his smirk.

All day you spent with the guys between your few classes sharing more about the creatures they had heard you encountered here. Most especially they wished to know more about Tulip only to be disappointed that this year the course on observing Tulip would not be available due to the Ministry being so involved with the school this year.

Dinner again split you up again and once your choir was over you took your usual patrolling spot and then went off to bed anxious to see how Gryffindor vs D4 would go the next day.

Harry, Katie, Dean, Ron, Angelina and Alicia joined Oliver in their stroll out to the pitch after a tense breakfast. Even with your budding relationship with Sebastian he still felt the need to support his fellow schoolmates and anxiously joined them into the stands opposite yours. Even younger and less experienced as a team with Katie and Angelina leading in the scores with Oliver’s flawless protection of the goal posts it was an easy win for them leaving the other teams stunned and curious as to how your other school teams would match up against theirs.

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theartofdreaming1 · 7 years

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B99 Fanfic Recommendations (Peraltiago Stylez)

Since I’ll be off to visit my sis for about a week now and then will be busy with an internship for the following 6 weeks, I’ll probably not be able to post much during that time. So I decided to assemble a nice, mostly fluffy collection of b99 stories centered around Jake and Amy I very much enjoy :)

Canon (or canon-divergent or possible-future fic... just non-AU ;) :

One-shots

Enigmatic Easter Bunny by huffellepuff (“The Nine-Nine does a Secret Santa of sorts, and Jake gets Amy.Takes place very shortly before 2x21, Det. Dave Majors.” This is so sweet!)

Untitled Prompt 1 by @elsaclack (”What if Amy and Teddy got engaged during Jake’s undercover op and when Jake’s back the wedding preparations are in full swing and he tries to be supportive but can’t bring himself to go to the wedding?“ It’s by em, so of course it’s friggin’ amazing, duh! ;)

Untitled Prompt 2 by @elsaclack (”The night of Captain Latvia, Jake talks to Amy about his thoughts on what Boyle said about Jake never becoming a dad.” Aaah, I love this one so much! So great!)

Untitled Prompt 3 by @elsaclack (Amy finds Jake’s folder about her Dad while he’s still in prison. It’s... so... great? And the ending is super sweet!)

Untitled Prompt 4 by @elsaclack (Jake moves in with Amy and Amy finds a box with his mixtapes... one of them labeled with the date he went into witness protection. Good lord, this is so amazing! Just... amazing.)

Untitled Prompt 5 by @elsaclack (A father’s day fic. I squealed so hard reading this the first time! It’s super cute!)

Oxford Comma by grapefruity (”She’s got a system, and it isn’t going to come to a standstill just because her messy, disorganized, wreck of a partner makes her sometimes feel things.” The evolution of Jake and Amy’s relationship from Amy’s perspective. Really, really great! I also really love the description of their first encounter - heelies are involved; it’s amazing ^^)

Untitled Prompt by @haylestorming (”Amy and Jake talking about their future after the Rosa/Pimento (cancelled) wedding” ADORABLE!)

Untitled Prompt by @hotelsweet (”Random girl at bar starts flirting with Jake, Jake is clueless and it all goes right over his head, Amy steps in and gets her to back off” Do I really need to say more? It’s glorious. ^^)

what’s a home without you here? by @jcobsperalta (”amy comes home, jake is still in prison.“ Oh boy, my heart! But great!)

you’re a sky full of stars by @oceanvirus (”Jake discovers Amy's secret stargazing spot, but he can't seem to focus on constellations as much as he can focus on the one excitedly pointing them out. Takes place between Boyle-Linetti Wedding and Det. Dave Majors.” So. Friggin’. Cute.)

it’s amazing what baking can do by @sergeant-santiago (Jake and Amy face their biggest challenge yet: baking a cake for Charles. Whee! It’s super fun and cute and awesome!!)

all the way home i’ll be warm by @the-pontiac-bandit (“We’re in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you’re totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here.” Cute Christmas fic with all the Santiagos and Jake. Sooo adorable! Get ready for pure joy!)

Multi-Chapters

breaking the first rule by @heart-eyes-santiago (“When did Jake Peralta fall in love with Amy Santiago? And when did she fall in love with him?” Soo good! Really sweet insights on Jake and Amy’s thoughts throughout the show. Complete. 4 Chapters.)

and all my world is losing light by @jakelovesamy ("Day one is listening to Captain Holt telling them not to give up hope, but then overhearing him calling Karen, and telling her in a quiet voice that her son has been sentenced to 15 years, telling her not to cry. Day one is spent filled with fear, and tears, and she punches a wall in their bedroom (because it is still theirs) so hard that the skin on her knuckles splits open. Day one is a cold side of the bed and a thick silence filling up the space where Jake used to be. Day one is overwhelming, plain and simple." Amy finds out she’s pregnant after the end of S4. Get ready for an emotional rollercoaster of awesomeness! Incredibly good. Complete. 2 Chapters.)

it’s only me who wants to wrap around your dreams by @oceanvirus (”In which Jake Peralta showing up at Amy Santiago's door in the middle of the night in need of a place to stay is simultaneously the best and worst thing that's ever to happened to them.” temporary roomates... Oh yeah! Excited for more! In-Progress. 1/6 Chapters as of yet.)

Nothing’s Normal in Texas by @okayokaycoolcoolcool (”She started feeling something in Texas. Maybe it was the mind-numbing fear that came with being locked in jail unarmed with murderers. She probably could’ve blamed how annoyed she was at Jake and his tendency to jump in and make her job harder. Although, now that she thought of it, it was probably just the fake pregnancy that was making her mind funny. It was probably nothing.” Or was it?! ;) Very cool. Complete. 8 Chapters.)

What to Expect by @three-drink-amy (”After a crazy night together, Amy finds herself pregnant with Jake's baby. They have to learn to be parents while navigating their partnership. Set in season 2.” Really interesting read! In-Progress. 9 Chapters so far.)

AUs:

One-shots

you, me, and the moon by @heart-eyes-santiago (“Amy Santiago's whole world is turned upside when her brother, Manny, invites his best friend and college roommate to stay for the summer. Enter Jake Peralta, his inability to win a game of scrabble, and his ability to win Amy's heart.” Cuuute!)

it’s shaking the sky, and I’m following lightning by @hotelsweet (“jake + amy + meet-cute on a plane = loveliness” Amaazingg! So fun, so cute!)

Untitled Prompt by @the-pontiac-bandit (“Meeting in the ER AU“ Amy is a young doctor and Jake is her patient. *wiggles eyebrows* It’s super fun and flirty, yay!)

Multi-Chapters

if you want me to stay, i will stay by your side by @elsaclack (“For someone whose job requires an unusually large amount of personal risk on a near daily basis, Amy Santiago has not dedicated much time considering how she might one day die. The vague assumption that it will probably happen on the job - via stray bullets or careening cars or massive explosions - has been enough to satisfy any musing.She never imagined doctor's visits or specialist consultations or diagnoses. She never imagined hospital gowns and thinning hair and chemotherapy. And she never, ever imagined cancer.“ 50/50 AU.The Ultimate Angst fic, but it’s amazing! (Better have some tissues ready, though.) In-Progress. 6/11 Chapters as of yet.)

Amy and Jake’s Epic Detour by @hotelsweet (”When 18 yr old Amy Santiago needs to make the trip to New York City for her first year of college, family friend Jake Peralta steps in as a favour- but the week that's about to follow is one that neither of them could have predicted.” THIS. This story is an experience, my friend, and you really should read this because it’s amazing and has an awesome playlist for every chapter and is just AMAZING, okay? Okay. Complete. 10 Chapters.)

everything is easier when you’re home by @sergeant-santiago (”Amy Santiago loves her new apartment. One bedroom, one bathroom, good neighborhood and decent rent. One thing she does not love? Her neighbors. More precisely, whoever lives in the apartment that shares a paper thin wall with hers.” Neighbor AU. Awesome! In-Progress. 4 Chapters so far.)

Camps Safe and Amusing by Talking_Bird (”Amy Santiago was NOT excited to be a camp counselor for a bunch of bratty twelve-year-olds, but she was even less excited to have a jerk like Jake Peralta be her group partner. A fluffy, slow-burn fic with awkward, nerdy Amy and cocky, insensitive Jake.“ Really cool and sweet, it has an awesome bet and everything! Complete. 8 Chapters.)

You’re the Only Song I Want to Hear by Talking_Bird (”Amy is having a really hard time adjusting to college life as an Art Major, but a mysterious pianist in the music conservatory keeps her sane // Jake just wants to do what he loves, but everyone else wants him to be practical. Everyone, that is, except for one person...College AU.” Highly recommended because it’s stupid good. Really. Plus, there is a great piano piece to go with each chapter. Complete. 10 Chapters. )

The Detective and The Squad by @three-drink-amy (”Amy Santiago is a brilliant detective, quickly burning out on her job. Jake Peralta is a famous actor recently relocated to NYC for his new TV show "The Squad." What will happen when Amy is assigned to be the police consultant for Jake's new show?” Goood... Really good. In-Progress. 6 Chapters so far.)

around my heart like a coronary artery by @the-pontiac-bandit (”Amy Santiago enters NYU Medical School with prep books, a 60-set of colored pens, and a plan. Jake Peralta walks in with gummy bears and orange soda.” Medical students AU. Every chapter represents a year. AMAZING! In-Progress. 2/5 Chapters so far.)

Sooo... this is a fic rec of quite respectable size, huh? ^^; Would anybody be interested in me continuing/updating this? Let me know! (I assembled this in various stages of consciousness/being awake, so I’m sorry if some of my “reviews/thoughts” on some of the fics are a little too rambly or short - I love them all so much, my dear writers; you are all incredibly awesome! 💕 )

#b99 #b99 fanfiction #b99 fic #peraltiago #peraltiago fanfiction #jake peralta #amy santiago

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perfectlyrose · 7 years

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ready to fly

Summary: The Doctor's been working on a secret project in his workshop for his and Rose's second wedding anniversary. The TARDIS is in on the secret and the two of them can hardly wait until the appointed day to reveal the surprise.

Pairing: Tentoo/Rose

Rating: all ages || Word Count: 2694

AN: For @hanluvr who prompted this as part of my charity fic giveaway!! Thanks so much, darling!

AO3

“Rose?” The Doctor called, walking in the back door without looking up from the bit of machinery in his hands. “Have you seen the spanner? My favorite one? You know, the one with the blue handle and the-”

He cut off abruptly when the tool in question was thrust under his nose.

“This one?” Rose asked sweetly.

He looked up to grin at her. “Yup!”

He grabbed the spanner and stuck it in his back pocket before hooking his arm around Rose’s waist and pulling her in for a quick kiss.

“You’re going to get grease all over my work clothes,” Rose muttered against his lips, not bothering to pull away.

“Like you don’t get grease all over your work clothes at work,” he teased before kissing her once more and releasing her.

“S’not the point. Made it home without a stain today until now.”

The Doctor grinned at her as he rocked back on his heels, completely unrepentant.

Rose just rolled her eyes, the gesture doing nothing to hide the fond smile that stole over her face. “So, what are you working on out there?”

He glanced over his shoulder at the large shed in the back garden that was his workshop. “Oh, you know, this and that.”

“Is this or that your big surprise?” Rose asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“That would be telling.”

She sighed with all the drama she could muster. “Course it is.”

“Let me finish up and then we can figure out what we’re doing for dinner,” the Doctor suggested.

“Did you actually go to the shops today?”

He rubbed at the back of his neck, grimacing a bit. “Ah. Knew I was forgetting something.”

Rose laughed. “We’ll go this weekend. Just start thinking about what takeout sounds good while I get out of these clothes.”

“Want any help?”

She rolled her eyes good naturedly. “Go finish up what you’re working on and I’ll think about letting you help later.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” he said, pulling her in for another quick kiss. Five years in this universe, and close to two since he’d promised her forever once again, this time in front of witnesses and in a ceremony that tied them together in the eyes of the law, and he still wanted her like his next breath.

It was hardly a surprise but he cherished the feeling all the same.

“Mhm,” Rose said, stepping back so she could head towards their bedroom. “Tell the TARDIS hi for me when you go back out.”

“You could tell her yourself,” he said, tapping his temple to indicate the fledgling bond they both had with their growing ship.

“She’s mostly shutting me out because you’re working on that secret project of yours and she’s worried about giving it away,” Rose explained. Her lips tightened at the corners and the Doctor could tell the blocked connection was bothering her more than she was going to admit.

"It'll be ready soon and then she'll be back where she belongs," he promised.

She nodded and turned down the hallway. The Doctor watched her go and then headed back out to his workshop. Guilt weighed heavy on him. He was the reason their baby TARDIS was blocking Rose out. If their connection was full strength, Rose would know what his surprise was but he hadn't realized it had been hurting her to be cut off. He hadn't even really realized that the ship had cut her off so completely.

He tapped the spanner against his open palm as he eyed the TARDIS. Luckily, he and the ship were on track to finish their project by Friday night, just in time for it to be an anniversary present for Rose. Two years ago Saturday, they had gotten married and he wanted to go all out for the occasion.

To that effect, he and the TARDIS had been quietly gearing up for her first trip. He'd told Rose weeks ago that the ship wouldn't be ready to travel until around Christmas, a few months away still but that had been a misdirection so he could surprise her with a trip for their anniversary.

He slipped inside the TARDIS, now shaped like a police public call box thanks to an image he'd fed her through their bond, and over to the console. Everything in the small console room was a mix of coral and white, a blend of the sterile default and what the console room had looked like when the piece of coral was harvested.

So far, the console room was the only room in the TARDIS but she was still growing and he knew that given a few more years, she'd be as limitless as her predecessor.

"Rose says hello," he told her as he crawled under the console. "She misses you since you've blocked her out."

The ship chimed at him. She apparently missed Rose a lot too.

"Just a couple more days," he soothed as he tightened some bolts. "Then you'll have the bond back better than ever. You'll be able to show off how much you've grown!"

The TARDIS preened. Rose hadn't seen her as a police box yet and the ship knew she would be almost as excited about that as she would be about travelling.

The Doctor finished up what he was doing and stood back up, surveying the room. "She's going to be so proud of you," he whispered, laying a hand on the console. The ship flashed her lights at him and he laughed. "We’ll do finishing touches and checks tomorrow and then it'll be show time!"

He grinned at the bright excitement exuding from the ship. He honestly couldn't tell if she was more excited for her first trip or to have Rose back. His girls were missing each other something fierce. All he could do was make sure his surprise was executed at the first possible opportunity.

Plans already spinning through his head, he set off towards the house to see if Rose had changed her mind yet about wanting his help with changing clothes, or if she'd like to help him shuck his grease-stained shirt and trousers.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Friday evening rolled around and the Doctor was anxiously waiting for Rose to get home from work. He had already finished his final checks on the TARDIS and deemed her ready for flight. Since then, he'd managed to shower and get dressed in the new pinstriped suit that Rose had given to him for his chosen birthday earlier that year. The blue silk tie he chose for the night was a favorite of both of theirs as well.

Figuring she'd caught a late assignment at Torchwood, the Doctor poured two glasses of wine and set them on the table to breathe, before getting started on dinner. He'd run to the shops today to get what he needed and hoped Rose would be sufficiently surprised.

He was taking the last element off the heat when he heard the key turn in the lock.

"Oh my god, that smells amazing," Rose said as she opened the door.

The Doctor beamed at her. "Let's hope it tastes amazing. I'm trying a new recipe."

"Can anything that smells this good taste bad?"

"Guess we'll find out." He leaned down to kiss her as she joined him in the kitchen.

Rose looked him up and down as she pulled back and then glanced over at the table where a candle was lit and wine was waiting.

"You know our anniversary is tomorrow, not today, right?"

"Yes."

"So, this is all for..."

"You, of course," he answered with a grin, flipping the spatula in his hand before starting to put food on plates.

Rose laughed. "Alright then. So, no occasion that I'm forgetting about?"

"Pre-anniversary dinner," the Doctor said cheerily. "If you give me five minutes I can probably come up with somewhere where it's traditional."

"No need," Rose said. "I believe you."

They sat down to eat, talking through the meal as they usually did, chatting about their days and plans for the weekend and easily bantering with each other like they had since they met.

"Are you going to tell me what you have planned for our anniversary now?" Rose asked as they brought the bottle of wine into the sitting room.

The Doctor started the movie he'd already queued up and flopped down on the couch. "Nope! It's still a surprise until tomorrow."

Rose set her glass down on the coffee table and cuddled into the Doctor. "I'm guessing it's not dinner since you've already done that."

"Could be dinner, you never know."

"Really never know when you're in charge of the plans," she teased.

The Doctor dragged his fingertips against the ticklish spot on her ribs in retaliation, making her squeal.

"I might not be planning to let you out of bed tomorrow," he said, pressing a kiss to the skin behind her ear.

Rose shivered. "That's fine by me. Perfect way to spend our anniversary, really." She twisted to grin up at him. "Everyone's always complaining that we act like we're still on our honeymoon all the time anyways, might as well live up to our reputation."

He chuckled. "Obviously we have been if that's what people are saying."

Rose hummed in agreement, settling back in against his chest to focus on the film. She was asleep in twenty minutes. The Doctor smiled down at the top of his wife's head. She was snoring softly and just absolutely sacked out.

Gods but he loved this woman. He held her a bit tighter and settled into the sofa, waiting for the clock to tick its way over into Saturday so he could give Rose her surprise.

At ten after midnight, the movie credits rolled to a stop and the Doctor gently shook Rose awake.

"Mmm, what's going on?" she mumbled, trying to bury her face back into his chest.

"Fell asleep during the movie, love," he said. "It's over now."

"Time s'it?"

"Ten past midnight."

She grinned sleepily up at him. "Happy Anniversary Doctor."

"Happy Anniversary Rose." He leaned down and kissed her, taking his time as she gradually woke up further.

"Mmm, good as a cuppa," she said when he pulled away.

"Only as good as?" he protested.

"For now." She winked at him.

He considered leaving the surprise until morning and just carrying her off to bed right then but the TARDIS was vibrating with excitement in his head, insisting that he come out immediately. She knew that the time had come and she was impatient.

"Do you want your anniversary surprise, now?" he asked.

"Is that a line to get me into bed or an actual offer?" she asked.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Do I need a line to get you into bed?"

"Nope! Just sounded like one so I thought I'd check."

"Got a dirty mind, Rose Tyler."

"And don't you love it."

"Oh, I do," he promised. "But I have an actual, non-bedroom related surprise for you."

"Is it whatever you've been working on out in the shed?" she asked, eyes lighting up.

"Yep!"

"Then lead on! I've been dying to know what you're working on," she said, climbing to her feet.

"You just miss the TARDIS," he teased.

"Yeah, I do," Rose agreed. "But I'm also massively curious about what you've been doing out there."

"You're going to want shoes," he said, nodding towards their trainers sitting by the back door.

Rose gave him an odd look but put on her trainers while he pulled his on.

"Ready?" he asked, twining their fingers together.

"Ready."

He grinned wildly down at her. "Allons-y!"

The Doctor pulled her out the back door and they raced across the garden at a run, both laughing madly.

"Oh, I love you, you nutter," Rose said when they pulled to a stop outside the shed door. She pushed up on her toes to lay a kiss on him.

"Now, show me what you've got," she said when she pulled away, breathless.

The Doctor followed her to press one more soft kiss to her lips before putting his hand on the doorknob. Mentally telling the TARDIS to open her bond with Rose, he pushed the door open and gestured for her to go inside.

Rose took one step inside and froze. "She's... she's gorgeous," she breathed. She covered the distance between her and the TARDIS and pressed up against the blue paneling. "You look perfect," she crooned at the ship.

The Doctor grinned as he felt the TARDIS light up with the praise, basking in having Rose's full presence back.

Rose turned back to the Doctor, still leaning against the ship. "Is this your surprise? That she looks like this now?"

He tugged on an earlobe. "Well, it's part of my surprise. Do you like it?"

"I love it. She didn't mind becoming a police box?"

"Not at all. She sorta remembers it from being a part of the other TARDIS and she'd seen it in both of our minds whenever we thought about her."

Rose patted the paneling and he felt her reach out to mentally stroke the TARDIS as well. "You can be whatever you want to be, you wonderful girl. So, if you ever get tired of looking like a police box, just let us know what you want to look like and we'll help. We'll love you no matter what."

The Doctor beamed at her. He'd heard her tell Tony similar things on occasion when he was worried that because other kids thought his interests were "uncool", his sister might too. Having her unconditional love directed at their ship as well made his single heart feel overfull.

The ship chimed at them, impatient for the Doctor to reveal the rest of the surprise.

"So, part of the surprise?" Rose asked. "Don't know if you can top this, Doctor."

"You should know by now that I like to do the impossible," he said. "Go ahead and step inside."

Rose grinned and pushed open the doors, stepping into the console room. "Oh, you've grown so much," she said, running fingers over the wall before walking over to trail them along the edge of the console. "You look gorgeous in here, too."

The Doctor closed the doors behind him and followed Rose to the console. "She's ready to travel, Rose," he said quietly. "How do you feel about an inaugural anniversary trip?"

Rose stared at him and then socked him in the shoulder. "You wanker! You told me she wouldn't be ready until Christmas, at least!"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, that might have been a teensy little lie."

"She's really ready?"

The TARDIS flashed her lights and hummed at them happily.

"Anywhere and anywhen. We have a whole new universe to explore, Rose. Things neither of us have ever seen," he told her, leaning close.

"She's ready for time and space, both?" Rose clarified, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"She is."

"Okay, you outdid yourself, Doctor. You're never going to be able to top this as an anniversary gift. Or any gift, really."

"Oh, come on, I've given you time and space before. This is old hat!"

She shook her head. "No, it's brilliant." Rose leaned up and kissed him quickly. "Thank you, Doctor."

"You are very welcome." He squeezed her hand and then started pressing buttons on the console.

"Now, all of time and space at your fingertips," he said. "Where and when do you want to go for our first trip?"

Rose beamed at him, bright and wild and gorgeous. "Let the TARDIS decide," she said. "It's her first trip too."

"Your wish is my command," he said, quickly activating the randomizer with a flip of a lever.

He gestured to a familiar handled lever. "Would you like to do the honors, my love?"

She shook her head. "Together?"

"Brilliant."

They both put their hands on the lever and pulled it down as they grinned at each other.

The TARDIS sung joyfully as she slipped into the Vortex for the first time, taking her pilots on a brand new adventure.

#hanluvr #ficandchips #tentoo x rose #i hope you like this!!!#i haven't written tentoo in approximately five thousand years oops #i wrote this #(see what happens when i go on vacation?? i actually get fic posted!)

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Say, Was that a Wink?

Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr./Mike Dodds

[AO3]

Sonny should have made friends. If he’d actually made friends while in law school instead of burning the candle at both ends, he would have been able to ask one of them to fill the role of pretend boyfriend. Instead, he drunkenly confessed to his sergeant that he had told his mother he was dating someone, so he wouldn’t be the only one who wasn’t dating someone or married to someone. After which, Sgt. Dodds graciously offered to play the role of his boyfriend and use Sonny as an excuse to get out of his own family’s Christmas dinner.

Or he could’ve put out a Craigslist ad. It would have been less embarrassing than taking his boss.

Mike was being nice about it though, and he cleaned up like a Disney prince. Seriously, the guy was wearing dark wash jeans that fit too well to have been just bought off the rack at the Gap or some other store that Sonny frequented. Thank God for the, only relatively, loose sweater that Mike had worn. The pattern probably should have ruined the whole look, but somehow, he had managed to find the only reindeer sweater that wasn't visually offensive to anyone looking at.

“Alright, so no need to lie about who you are and how we met.” Sonny was wringing his hands, glad he could just sit in the passenger seat of Mike’s car and not drive or have to make eye contact. “My parents are Dominic and Sofia; my sisters are Theresa, Gina, and Bella. You don’t need to know their dates, except Tommy is Bella’s husband and the baby girl, Gabby, is theirs.”

“Okay, I’m terrible with faces, so will your sisters get mad if I get them confused?” Mike glanced over quickly, looking more nervous than Sonny felt. Which actually went a long way to loosening the knot in his stomach.

“No,” he said, “Just Bella’s my twin so she might be a little made at me. She’s the only blonde one though.” Gina and Theresa’s dates have called him every stereotypical Italian name under the sun, so they weren’t allowed to say anything if Mike accidently mixed them up. “Is there anything else we need to go over?”

Mike nodded and bit his lip, not that Sonny was watching him or anything. “What am I going to call you? I can’t exactly call you Carisi as your boyfriend, and no offense, but I’m not exactly comfortable calling you Sonny if we’re supposed to be-- you know-- romantically involved.”

His teeth dug into his bottom lip as he tried to stop himself from even giving Mike the indication that he was laughing. He didn’t quite succeed though. In almost thirty years of dating, nobody had ever connected his nickname to, well, that. “Mike, you can just call me Dominick, if you’re not comfortable. That is my name.”

“Right, right.” he shook his head and cursed under his breath. “I’m Mike, you’re Dominick. This is gonna be fine.”

Sonny couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. “Yeah. It’s just Christmas dinner, and we’re not actually dating, so you don’t even have to worry about impressing my parents.”

Speaking of Christmas, the radio had been off almost the whole way to the Verrazano-Narrows and that had to fixed immediately. Without even asking he flicked on Lite-FM, letting Bing Crosby and Michael Buble trying to be Bing Crosby lull them into a more relaxed state as they made their way onto Staten Island and to Sonny’s childhood home. Everything was going to be fine.

Mike was a natural. He was probably the best boyfriend Sonny had ever brought home and they weren’t really dating. Within an hour of entering the Carisi home, Mike had charmed his sisters, assigning each of them the correct name and earned the right to help his mother in the kitchen, “Please, Sofia, you’re generous enough to have me here, it’s the absolute least I can do.” But the most impressive part was that he somehow made his way into Dominick Sr.’s good graces.

“So, Nick tells me you were a history teacher?” He sat down on the couch so he could face Dominick Sr. and said probably the one thing that could check off all of his boxes for a man worthy of his son. “I don’t know if he told you but, I’ve been thinking about taking classes at Queensborough to get my bachelors. Get out of the force before I actually start a family.”

In that short moment, Mike used a personal nickname, said he wanted a family, and announced that he wanted to leave the force. Dominick Sr. saw that as caring about Sonny, and having a lifegoal that was aligned with his. Mike would be okay with Sonny also leaving the force to pursue law, but he would also be there for any family they could have if Sonny decided to stay and the worst happened. It was the sentence he had probably dreamed of hearing.

Sonny chuckled and allowed Bella to drag him away from spying. “Now, how am I gonna rescue him if he needs help?”

“He doesn’t need your help.” She said, bringing him out to the back porch where the wood burning stove was pumping out just enough heat so they didn’t need their coats. “Trevor and Charlie probably wish they were him or they’re realizing that they’re not lasting until the next family holiday so Gigi and T aren’t putting in as much effort as you.” She popped a peppermint patty into her mouth and shrugged. “So why didn’t hear about him until last week.”

They didn’t have any kind of twin telepathy. That was some pseudo-science bullshit in his mind. But he could never lie to Bella. She knew all of his tells and he just felt too guilty. So he told her the truth. “Mike’s just a coworker. He agreed to come because I didn’t want to be the only single person here.”

She raised a single eyebrow, “Sonny, I love you, but that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. He’s a total catch and agreed to come to a family dinner because you asked. Or is that just a thing that all of your coworkers would do?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but really had nothing to say to that. Sure, Mike said he used this to get out of his own family’s Christmas party, but he hadn’t really needed to come to have an excuse. And he would be lying if he said he didn’t find Mike attractive.

“I’ll ask him out on an actual date.”

He ended up not having to. On the drive back to Sonny’s little Brooklyn apartment, Mike turned off the radio and turned to spare him a quick glance. “So, Nick,” over the course of the night, Sonny had gotten used to the new name. It was Mike’s alone. “There’s this movie that came out last week and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to check it out.”

“What movie?” He asked a smile pulling at his lips. Mike sounded like this was life or death, and Sonny was going to tease him a little even though he was going to say yes no matter what.

“Uh…” He cleared his throat, “The new Star Wars movie?”

His eyes went wide. “I haven’t seen it yet either!” That sealed everything. Mike impressed his parents, was one of the single most attractive men he had ever met, and wasn’t afraid to ask a guy on a first date to a Star Wars movie. He was perfect. “Our next night off together?”

“Alright it’s a date.”

“Good.” Sonny laughed, “I hated lying to my parents about having this incredible boyfriend.”

#law and order svu #svu fanfiction #sonny carisi #mike dodds #dorisi #cardds #My fic

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Disuphere (An AU Fosters family fic) Chapter 39

CHAPTER 39

THEN

Friday, December 25, 2009

Missing: 2 years, 3 months and 18 days

Josh was seriously starting to hate winter breaks.

Even though nothing was as awful as last year (chained in the basement for a week), this was still pretty bad. He had left to go visit His mom’s grave, which meant He was totally crabby during Something Else and then just left Josh chained to the bed in his room. There was a little slack (enough to go to the bathroom, or to His room - disgusting) but not enough to get to the kitchen or the front or back doors which were always locked with 17 billion locks.

He left a lot more food this time. Josh was relieved about that. The water situation was solid. There was heat. Josh had clothes and blankets. So he really should stop complaining. It was just...he didn’t expect to be left alone with the blaring Christmas music again. With nobody to talk to. Not even the deer head.

At least Josh had an alarm clock in his room and a skateboarding calendar to keep track of the days. (Josh remembered when He started asking what Josh liked. What other kids had. The calendar was the first thing He’d given Josh to help him fit in.)

Instead of thinking of his family, Josh spent hours organizing his food: How much was left? How long could he make it last? Should he have eaten the best things last instead of first? Too late now.

Ever since August, when He was super mad and kept putting Josh Down There for punishments, Josh had made it his mission to never have to go Down There again. But when it came down to it, not going made him so nervous.

Josh couldn’t even shut up about it and had to ask Him:

“So, I-- I don’t have to go Down There?”

He’d turned. Eyed Josh, still chained to the bed. “Have you done something to deserve it?”

“No. I’m just asking, because…”

“Relax. If you haven’t done anything wrong, you’re in the clear. Consider it your Christmas gift.”

“Okay,” Josh hesitated. He was staring in that gross way. Like He deserved something back for chaining Josh in a different room. Then, he remembered: “Thank you, Dad,” he recited.

So far, he was doing okay on food and water. Josh had organized it a bunch. Now what? He sighed, looking at his backpack. All the teachers in sixth grade assigned homework like theirs was the only class that existed. So, Josh did Social Studies and Science. Math and Reading. Language, he saved for very last. He wrote a haiku poem, because they were doing a whole unit on it in that class. He put DON’T READ in all caps at the top because they were allowed if something was personal.

Josh still knew better than to make anything seriously personal. If he did that, he didn’t want to think about what would happen. Bit his lip and rubbed his ankle where the chain was digging in. When they went back to school, Josh knew Mrs. A. was going to have them write about how break was. Josh could use the rest of the time (however long he was stuck here before He came back) to make up the best fake break ever. Family coming over. Lots of presents. And food.

Unfortunately, Fake Breaking didn’t take as long as he hoped. So Josh just decided to catch up on his sleep. He slept a lot but didn’t stay asleep because of the music and because his chains kept digging in. Josh woke up a lot - he kept thinking he heard Him coming back in for more Something Else.

Josh woke up for real when the music changed. It was the I’m So Dumb song. Goosebumps rose on his arms and when the music stopped for one or two seconds before repeating, Josh heard it:

A boy crying.

He lurched to the bathroom, dragging his chains and fell on his knees to be sick.

Josh was a terrible person. Happy he wasn’t locked Down There, when it was really because He was taking another kid. He needed The Pole and The Mattress and everything for the other kid. Josh was crying out of control, and felt like he was dying.

All this time - all these months - He had been talking about getting another kid, but Josh never thought He actually would.

Pulling against the chains, Josh screamed. There was no way to do what he really wanted and rescue the other boy. Because Josh couldn’t even save himself.

Finally, giving up, Josh lay down on the floor in the bathroom. He went to Level 3 because the blood was already rushing in his ears.

Josh never dreamed since being Here, but distantly, he had the thought: “Please let tonight be a dream.”

Then nothing.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Missing: 2 years, 4 months and 7 days

For almost three weeks, Josh kept waiting for the other boy to be allowed upstairs. Tried to talk to Him about, but He was distracted. His eyes shining in a weird way. He’d be downstairs then upstairs. When there was a noise He’d say it was mice.

That made Josh shiver.

Today, Josh came home to a note on the kitchen table. It said He was working late and Josh better behave and leave the music on. All the doors better be locked when He came home.

Usually, Josh knew, He waited around to be sure He could lock Josh in, but He didn’t today. Any other day, that would scream ESCAPE NOW, but his finger was still sore sometimes, and he was so scared of having to go Down There if he got caught. The truth was, Josh was too scared to try to escape. Plus, he knew there was another boy. And this was Josh’s chance to see about helping him.

There was no lock on the basement door, so Josh just waited until he knew for sure (mostly) that He wasn’t coming to check up on them. Then he opened the basement door and started down the stairs, shaking.

The smell was bad. The laundry didn’t even cover it. It was like an outhouse Josh used once, camping out, but worse. Nervous now, he flipped on the light.

There.

Josh’s stomach dropped.

The boy was skinny. Pale. Chains digging in. A hood over his head. No clothes. Holding still like he was frozen. (Oh yeah, the light.)

For a minute, Josh just stood there. Then, he forced himself to move. He got an old towel from the dirty clothes that looked so much cleaner than the boy. Then, he knelt, and with shaking hands, he took the hood off the boy’s head.

Grey eyes went wide with fear.

“It’s okay,” Josh said, holding his hands up. Looking the boy in the eyes. “I’m like you. Okay? I’m like you.” Pushing up his sleeves, his pant legs, his shirt, Josh showed the marks. Proof he’d been right here once, too. “My name is Josh. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m not like Him.”

Josh put the towel over the boy, so it at least covered his lap and legs.

“I’m gonna untape your mouth. Tell me if it hurts, and I’ll try a different angle.”

The boy nodded. He was so skinny. There were tears on his face. Josh could see where they made tracks through the dirt there.

Josh winced, and went to work, carefully peeling away the tape. The boy made little noises but his voice was gone, like hoarse.

Finally, Josh got the tape off, and he stuck it to another part of the pole but not all the way. He knew he was gonna need to put it back on eventually, and Josh wasn’t about to go looking for fresh duct tape.

The boy started crying, but no tears came.

“What’s your name?” Josh asked.

“I-- Jacob…” he croaked.

“How old are you?”

“Eleven,” he whispered.

“Hey. Me, too. Oh, I almost forgot,” Josh reached into his sweatshirt pocket. Took out a can of Sprite, a chocolate pudding and a plastic spoon. (It paid to save your lunch.)

Jacob’s eyes got big. His stomach growled.

“I’m gonna help you with these, okay, but I just gotta check something quick. I’m not leaving you, I promise.” Josh ran up the stairs and and listened for a car engine. Boots. Keys. The clock on the wall said 4:11. Still almost seven hours ‘til He came home from work.

Josh just had to be careful. Because you never knew when He might come home spying.

Back downstairs with Jacob and the horrible smells, Josh opened the can of Sprite and held it to Jacob’s lips. “Be careful,” he urged. If Jacob spilled on himself there was the towel to wipe up, but there would also be evidence on it. They couldn’t risk that.

Jacob chugged the whole Sprite not spilling one drop. Josh opened the pudding and Jacob had it eaten in six bites. Again, Josh headed upstairs to throw the garbage away in the kitchen, so He wouldn’t suspect. Made sure to look around again. Listen again. No sign.

Back downstairs.

Josh sat across from Jacob and frowned. The chains he could see looked so tight. “Sorry,” he muttered. “If I had the key, I’d unlock you, and then we could run away. Get help.”

Jacob sobbed. “I want my mom!”

“Hey. I know. It sucks. This is gonna sound so bad, okay, but trust me: You’ve gotta just forget her, okay?”

Jacob wailed louder.

“Listen to me, okay? I was right where you are. I’m telling you this because it’ll help you stay alive: It’s easier to just forget. It hurts too much to remember them. If you try to find them, they’ll be in danger, too… You gotta be strong, okay? You can fight but don’t cry. Do whatever He wants. Disappear in your head, so you don’t think about it or feel it.”

“I don’t know how…” Jacob whimpered. “I just wanna go home. I want my family.”

“Well…” Josh thought. “What if I was your family? Just for now ‘til you get yours back? Like brothers or cousins, or something…” (Josh didn’t tell Jacob, but he had already started referring to him as “my cousin” in his journal for school.)

Jacob cracked a tiny smile: “Bro-sins,” he offered.

“Deal. So in order to get out of here, you have to do all the stuff I said. Then, you’ll be able to walk around like me, and then, maybe we can think of a way out of here.”

“I don’t know how to be strong, though…” Jacob hesitated.

“Are you alive right now after twenty days Down Here?”

Jacob looked surprised. (There was literally no way to tell days or hours.) “Yeah,” his voice cracked.

“Then you’re strong. I’m gonna go make supper. I’ll bring you some, okay?”

“Don’t leave…”

“Listen. I can’t visit you all the time but I swear I’ll sneak down whenever I can, okay? When you’re by yourself and scared, remember that I’m here, too. I’m in The House. And in The House, we only have one job.”

“What?” Jacob asked.

“Stay alive,” Josh said seriously. “So we can be rescued.”

“Okay. Bye, bro-sin,” Jacob called, trying to be brave.

“See ya in a few. I’ll bring you some pizza.”

Monday, February 1, 2010

Missing: 2 years, 4 months and 25 days

Josh kept his promise. Every day that He went to work, Josh visited Jacob. Two and a half weeks after they first met, Josh found Jacob inconsolable.

Checking him for injuries before grabbing a towel from the dirty clothes to cover him, Josh took off the hood and the tape.

“What did He do?” Josh asked, shaken.

“Said she died!” The last word made him choke. “My mom! He was saying I’d get to home home, but now He says since I don’t have any parents, He has to be my dad!”

Josh felt sick. Then mad. Because he was almost 100% positive he had just seen Jacob’s mom on the news today during current events time in Social Studies, and not for being dead. (There was a different name, not Jacob, but it was definitely Jacob’s face on the poster, and in the woman’s features.) She was talking about him. Saying they were still looking.

(Was Josh’s family still looking?)

It was a good thing his disappearing wasn’t a current event. It would be too weird seeing his own face while he was sitting in a desk three hours away. But Jacob had been taken from Santa Barbara, even further up the coast than LA. Much farther away from San Diego. Police probably didn’t even think to look for the same bad guy.

“Stop crying. Stop crying, okay?” Josh finally had enough and grabbed Jacob by the shoulders. Hung on tight. “Stop crying so I can tell you He’s a liar!”

Jacob froze. Stopped crying. Maybe stopped breathing from fear.

Josh let go, and Jacob dragged in a huge breath. Then another. Then another. Then he said: “What?”

“I swear, as your bro-sin, I am not messing with you. I saw your mom on TV in Social Studies today. She was telling you not to give up hope. That they’re still looking for you. He probably just told you that because His mom died and He wants somebody to feel bad like Him.” Josh took Jacob’s face between his hands. Stared at him hard. The hardest thing was to not be able to give Jacob a hug when he needed it.

(Jacob needed to get off the damn pole.)

“Your mom is alive. That’s true. She just said she’s not giving up. She just told you not to give up. So, don’t okay? Do what He says because you have to...but don’t believe Him. Promise?” Josh asked.

Tears flowed from Jacob’s eyes. Even with the towel, he shook with cold. But he swallowed. “Promise you’re telling me the truth?”

“Jacob, I wouldn’t lie about this. I’m like you. He did the same thing to me as he’s doing to you. I’m not like Him.”

“Okay,” Jacob breathed, his grey eyes locked on Josh’s brown ones.

Josh checked the time on the old-fashioned watch He gave him, instead of a cell phone. Almost no time til He came home.

“Sorry, bro, I gotta do this,” Josh apologized. He took the towel off first and put it back in the basket, giving Jacob as much time to look around, to talk, as he could.

Right before Josh put the tape back on Jacob’s mouth, Josh heard it, just a whisper from Jacob:

“Love you, bro. Stay alive?”

Josh nodded, tears falling down his own face, as he secured the tape in place:

“Stay alive,” Josh vowed.

Hood.

“I love you, too. I’m sorry.”

Lights out.

Engine.

Boots.

Keys.

Josh was sprawled on the floor, seemingly absorbed in homework in his room when He passed by. Level 1 was there to help him not show every damn thing on his face.

“Give you any trouble?” He asked, like they both took a kid from his family on Christmas night.

“No,” Josh said, as if he was surprised to hear mention of another person in the house. “Forgot he was even here. Maybe he’s sleeping.”

“Please God… That one’s such a whiner…”

“Please God...” Josh echoed - not a complaint - but a prayer.

#fic: disuphere #fosters fic

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a goddamn christmas miracle

pairing: logince, background sleepxiety

word count: 2880

trigger warnings: swearing, kissing

a/n: my contribution to the winter sanders sides bang!!! done in collaboration with @vegetarianwater for my @sanderssidesbang

summary: don’t fall in love with your best friend.

taglist:

@analogical-chaos @romanochez @theflatpancake @ipaniceverywherenotjustthedisco @ilovemygaydad @darknightvirgil @virgiliananxiety @romanticsanders @virgilsblogofanxietys @everyday-emo-stuff @the-incedible-sulk@iassureyouicannotwrite @creativity-killed-thekitten @cowboybitch-mas @wooflesthatwoof @lyditist @heck-im-lost @max-is-tired @thesealwhodraws @ao-koshka

Roman was fucked.

Crude way to start off a story that ultimately ends in his wedding, but he was so, so fucking screwed.

Normally, Roman would have been fine spending another Christmas single and alone, but after he was forced to come out to Christian parents, they need something to prove that he really is gay.

Because he is. Right?

Unfortunately for Roman, he's single even when he is shopping in the right market. So what better idea then to just... ask a friend for help?

Logan Dalton has been his best friend since freshman year - last year, really - and Roman was desperate. Not desperate enough to actually date Logan, but desperate enough to ask him to pretend.

His parents weren't... unsupportive. They were just confused. Confused as to how they could have never noticed he wasn't straight (that was kind of on them, he had a rainbow flag on his wall), confused as to what this meant for him, besides you know, dating men and that fun stuff.

But for now, he had just barely managed to convince them he was gay by claiming he already had a boyfriend.

And who better to fake it than the one person Roman knew would never, ever, have a crush on him?

“What do you mean, ‘fake-date me’, Roman?” Logan asked quizzically.

Roman sighed. “I mean, pretend to date me so my parents think I have a boyfriend and won’t nag me about not really being gay. It’s honestly foolproof -”

“I don’t think a fool can really consider much of anything foolproof,” he muttered. Roman huffed and opened his mouth to protest, only to be cut off by Logan yet again. “But - let me finish - if it will help you feel more comfortable around your parents, I am more than happy to oblige.”

His best friend grinned. “Fantastic!” Well, new boyfriend, where shall our first date be, my dear?” he joked, looping his arm through Logan’s.

Logan glared at him, quickly disentangling himself from Roman. “I am going to Pre-Calculus. You have Advanced Choir. I’ll see you at lunch to discuss further plans.”

Roman rolled his eyes, shifting into a half smile. “Sounds wonderful. And good to know that even in a relationship, you’re still a stuck up nerd.”

He flipped Roman the bird as he walked off, though Roman was certain he was concealing a smile under all those darn textbooks. He grinned and walked in the opposite direction, happy his plan had worked out in the end.

At lunch that day, they did, in fact, make good on discussing those further plans Logan had mentioned. However, in doing so, neither thought to set an end date on their “relationship”. Perhaps it was their combined forgetfulness, but maybe it was the fact that neither boy was much interested in ending it. Whichever way, here we are (two whole years later) still pretending they’re boyfriends.

Now-seniors Roman and Logan are West Valley High School’s power couple-that-isn’t-a-couple. Brilliant Logan Dalton paired with passionate and creative Roman Arellano, both of them nothing short of gorgeous - what’s not to love?

Each other, apparently.

Both boys still claimed solely platonic feelings for each other (Logan, admittedly, falsely so - but we’ll get to that later) despite two full years of being ‘together’.

Roman smiled as he sat down next to Logan. “Hello, my darling dearest boyfriend.”

A friend of theirs, Virgil, who was sitting across from Logan, pretended to gag at the comment. “We all know you’re not dating, you don’t have to fake it around us.”

Logan scoffed. “You can deal with Roman and I keeping our cover for a few minutes. After all, we have to watch Remy attempting to stick his tongue down your throat every single damn lunch period.”

Another friend, this one the Remy in question, chuckled slightly. “They’ve got us there, Virgil.”

“You shut up.”

Remy put his hands in the air. “Logan didn’t say anything that wasn’t true! It’s always been a dream of mine to be able to get my tongue all the way down there.”

Virgil turned scarlet and shoved his boyfriend off the bench they were sharing. “I thought you were on my side, asshole!”

“I am!” he protested, picking himself back up off the ground. “Jeez, this is the thanks I get?”

Virgil turned to glare at Roman, who had collapsed into a fit of silent giggles on his side of the table. “I haven’t forgotten about you, Ro. The only reason I even care is that when you put it the way you did it, it sounds gross!”

“That’s because it is gross, Virge,” Roman said. “Besides, don’t go off on Logan and I. It’s just for cover. Still never gonna be attracted to this nerd.”

Logan rolled his eyes, apparently trying to see the back of his skull. “Though he put it rather rudely, the statement holds true for me as well.”

“You are a nerd, Lo, it’s time you accepted it…” Roman trailed off, feeling Logan’s weight shift against him as the shorter boy moved to a more comfortable position, cozying up closer to Roman. For a second, Roman felt something in his heart stir. Strange, wasn’t it?

Logan leaned his head against Roman’s shoulder as one of their other friends, Patton, arrived, starting up light conversation as they ate, mostly what classes they had and how much damn homework Palmer had assigned this week, didn’t he know they had a life? (Virgil cleverly retorted that Logan did not, in fact, have a life, to which he responded to by throwing a small piece of bread at Virgil’s head.)

After lunch, Roman was walking to his next class with an unusually quiet Patton. He glanced to his friend. “You alright, padre?”

Patton looked up at him. “You and Logan… you aren’t dating, right?”

He laughed. “God no. Why would you even suggest that? He’s my best friend pretending to be my boyfriend for the sake of my parents. You know that -”

“Roman,” Patton interrupted. “You’ve been faking it like this for two years. I think your parents get it.” He frowned. “Are you sure there’s nothing going on between you two?”

Roman scoffed. “Pat, I love you, but you’re seeing things.” He ran his fingers through his hair in apparent disbelief. “You cannot honestly think - there’s no way - you don’t really think there’s anything going on -”

Patton held up his hands. “I was only asking because I know Logan’s got a crush on you.”

“No, he doesn’t.” Roman snickered. The utter impossibility of the situation seemed too obvious for Patton to even be considering it - which is why the little voice in Roman’s head insisted that someone like Patton couldn’t be mistaken about something like this. The guy’s dad was a therapist, after all.

It was at that moment Patton had realized what he'd actually said. "Oh, shoot. I wish I hadn't told you that. I was doing so well! Three years -"

Roman’s eyes widened and he held up his hand to stop Patton, completely confused by what his friend was saying. “You need to slow down because it sounds like you just said that Logan has had a crush on me for three years.”

Patton smiled sheepishly. “Well, yeah, I did. I wasn’t supposed to.”

“But that’s impossible!”

He sighed. “Roman, I don’t know what to tell you. Talk to Logan about it, not me. I have to go to class now - see you in English?”

Roman, still dumbfounded, could do nothing but nod.

---

It was weeks later that Roman even remembered this conversation.

Lie. He hadn’t stopped thinking about it since Patton had accidentally revealed that Logan had a crush on him. He couldn’t. That wasn’t - that wasn’t possible.

Roman laid his head down on his desk, having stopped paying even remote attention to his anatomy teacher. His mind had been on Logan since as long as he could remember.

Wait, shit. That came off wrong. He’s not interested in Logan! It was just cause of what Patton had said.

“Roman? Roman Arellano!” his teacher’s voice called, floating over his daydreams.

Roman’s head snapped up. “Yes, Dr. Palmer?”

The anatomy teacher chuckled. “Can you tell me the answer to the question I just asked you?”

“Um…” Roman racked his brain, trying to remember anything about what his teacher had been saying.

Dr. Palmer nodded solemnly. “I’d thank you to stop daydreaming about Mr. Dalton and pay attention to my lesson, Roman,” he said, and Roman blushed as the class giggled.

Virgil was waiting outside of class when Roman finished up. “How was class?” Virgil asked, walking alongside Roman as they made their way to English with Patton.

Roman groaned. “Dr. Palmer knows too much.”

His friend laughed. “Well, duh. Have you met Mr. Palmer? I swear, I can’t believe I’m saying that a teacher could beat out my boyfriend as biggest gossip in the school, but Palmer knows everything about everyone and I assume he tells his husband it too.”

“That doesn’t - they’re married? I thought they just had the same last name.” Roman shook his head. “Never mind that. I don’t particularly like getting teased by my anatomy teacher about the boy I’m not even dating.”

Virgil sighed. “But people don’t know you’re not dating, Ro. That’s the whole damn point!”

“Well, I -” Roman ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m so tired of faking it. I hate hanging out with him and - and not being able to just kiss that damn nerd because why would I, we aren’t actually together and I hate it! I hate… I hate… I don’t even know anymore, Virge.”

Virgil stared at him. “You’re totally in love with him,” he said, laughing. “You are so, so totally in love with Logan. And here I was, believing your insistence that you would never, ever like him romantically when really you’re completely and totally in love with that guy!”

“Who’s Roman in love with?” Patton asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

Roman started. “No one.”

“Logan!” Virgil responded.

Patton laughed. “That works out then, doesn’t it?”

“I am not in love with Logan. I’ve said a million times it’s just for my parents, and we’re just gonna fake it until we don’t need to anymore.” He sighed.

Virgil and Patton shared a look. “Virge, let Petersen know we’ll be inside in a couple minutes. I need to talk to Roman,” Patton said.

Roman rolled his eyes. “Patton, there’s nothing -”

“Let me talk, okay? Ro, I wish I didn’t have to do this, but kiddo. You’re clearly in love with Logan. And he likes you back! You should just talk to him, that’s really all you can do.”

“He doesn’t like me back,” he huffed.

Patton gave him a deadpan stare. “He does. And you have to talk to him about it.”

“Give it a rest, Pat! I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me. There’s nothing to talk about!”

His friend closed his eyes, seemingly frustrated with Roman. “Just… Christmas is in three weeks. Talk to him before then? Please?”

“Fine.”

Roman and Logan did not talk. Something had… happened, between the two of them. They weren’t talking at all. Logan normally came over for dinner on Wednesdays, and he just didn’t show up. Roman’s parents were concerned as well; they loved Logan like their own son. Possibly more, because Logan didn’t scream Broadway songs at the top of his lungs at midnight.

Roman was certain that he wasn’t interested in Logan, and that Logan wasn’t into him. That wasn’t possible.

They finally ran into each other as Roman was leaving Anatomy. This was his chance - finally.

“Logan!” Roman called, his best friend turning around in the doorway.

“Oh. Yes. Hello, Roman.” Logan nodded. “Well, it was nice seeing you -”

Roman grabbed his arm and dragged him off to the side. “Why are you avoiding me? People are getting concerned. Toby asked me if we broke up. You can’t just drop off the radar like that!” He sighed. “Please, honey, talk to me.”

Logan sighed. "Roman, it's not that easy..."

"Yes it is!" he exclaimed. "You've been dodging me for three days. What did I do?"

"It's not something you did," Logan responded quietly. "It's something I did."

"Nothing you could do or have done would make me mad, Logan."

"Then fine." He sighed. “I harbor intense romantic feelings towards you, also known as a "crush", and this year, when we go to your parents for Christmas, I want to go as your boyfriend for real."

Roman tried to stutter out a response, but couldn't make anything come out. Logan... liked him? Logan, his fake boyfriend of two years, had a crush on him. For real. Roman honestly couldn't wrap his head around it. “No way.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “What do you mean, no way? I just told you, same as Patton did at the beginning of the semester. And -"

"And what?" Roman asked, still dumbfounded.

"If you still don't believe me -"

"Which I don't."

"Then I suppose I have no other choice," Logan said, standing up on the tips of his toes to kiss Roman, softly at first before the taller boy started kissing back and it turned into something more passionate, better.

Roman pulled away, eyes wide. “What the hell was that?”

Logan shrugged. “A kiss.”

“Yeah, well, I got that,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Why did you do that?”

“Because, Ro,” Logan responded, his tone softening, “I love you. I truly have been in love with you for all this time.”

Roman grabbed Logan’s shirt and pulled him close, kissing him hard on the lips. Logan ran his fingers along Roman’s shoulders, both boys so entranced with the other they didn’t notice the footsteps behind them.

“Dalton! Arellano!”

The two of them sprang apart, both looking sheepish. “Hi, Dr. Picani.”

The school’s resident Psychology teacher gave them a disapproving glare. “Making out in the hallways instead of going to class, huh? I would have expected better from you two. This is something I expect from Remy and Virgil. Heck, this is something I catch them doing all the time.”

Logan did his best to stifle a grin at that. “With all due respect, Doctor -”

“Logan, I like you, I really do. You’re one of the top students in my class. But PDA is strictly against the rules. Even with the junior prom king,” he teased. “Although since I know you two won’t be repeat offenders, I’ll let you off with a warning. Sound fair?”

“More than fair, Dr. Picani.”

Lunch that day was… awkward.

"You nearly got detention from Picani? What did you do, murder someone in the hallway?" Virgil asked.

Roman mumbled something unintelligible.

Remy raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

"I don't wanna say."

"Say it."

"I don't want to," Roman repeated.

"Say iiiiiit."

"He caught Logan and I making out in the hallway, okay?!"

Virgil's eyes widened. "No way."

Remy laughed. “Good joke. What actually happened?”

“That’s what happened. I’m not kidding, he actually nearly gave us detention for making out instead of going to class.” Roman sighed. “So I guess we’re dating for real now, or something.”

“You sound positively giddy,” Virgil deadpanned. “Come on! You two are together now?”

“I think so?” He giggled. “I honestly can’t believe it. He’s actually my boyfriend. I don’t have to lie to my parents anymore.”

Remy looked at him with confusion. “That’s what you’re more excited about? Not having to lie to your parents? Not, you know, the amazingly handsome and smart guy that is now your boyfriend?”

“Asshole.”

“It’s an objective fact, Virgil, I’m still very much in love with you, don’t worry.” Remy kissed his boyfriend on the cheek quickly. “So? Tell us everything.”

Later after lunch, in Roman’s final class of the day before they were off on winter break, he debated taking a nap because goddamn it, an hour and a half goes by so slowly when you want it to fly by. He’d been thinking about what he was gonna do for Christmas this year, especially because… Logan.

It felt weird - a good kind of weird, but still strange - to refer to Logan as his actual boyfriend. Roman wanted to shout it from the rooftops, tell everyone - but he couldn’t, because they’d just give him a weird look and ask if they hadn’t really been dating for the past two years they claimed they had been. Because they hadn’t, but as far as everyone else knew, nothing had changed.

Also, an unfortunate side effect of their previous tirade in the hallways was that being the most popular couple in school (and telling the school’s biggest gossip) half the school was laughing about how Dalton and Arellano had been caught kissing in the hallway. A freshman boy with short blue hair had asked him how he was able to date guys ‘like that’. Roman, not one to ridicule freshman, answered honestly - he had no fucking clue.

But it was all gonna be okay. Because if Roman could get a glimpse into his future, he’d see kisses, and fights, and I love yous, and eventually, a couple rings and a pair of suits and a whole lot of Roman’s mom crying.

So that’d be okay.

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