#I’m not set on his eyes they don’t feeeeel right

[thoughtfulshepherdmongerkid]

A neris sketch

#digital art #acotar #nesta archeron #nesta acotar #pro nesta #pro nesta archeron #eris x nesta #neris #long hair eris vanserra #eris vanserra #wip #my art #art #Rowan’s art #I’m not set on his eyes they don’t feeeeel right #but y’know

[thebibliomancer]

Song of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 6

Song of the Dark Crystal by J.M. Lee because the quest is back on!

Last time in book: Kylan and Naia have joined forces with Rian to overthrow the Skeksis. Unfortunately, Kylan has also been declared a traitor by the Skeksis. The three decide to leave Stone-in-the-Wood immediately and pursue separate plans. Rian will go to the All-Maudra with the vial of Mira goo. Kylan and Naia will go find Aughra and try to alert all Gelflings to what the Skeksis are doing.

Chapter 6

The heroes make their way through the forest to the Black River. Kylan sings a Jarra-Jen story that gets Rian to open up.

The gang... is there a catchy name for the protagonists? Kylan’s crew? Anyway, they’re leaving Stone-in-the-Wood in the dark of the night because at least 2 out of 3 and probably 3 out of 3 are fugitives.

But more importantly:

“Best wishes!” Mythra said. “When I’m big, I’ll come and join you. I fear no lying Skeksis!”

Mythra is too powerful!

“Once you’re big enough to not be eaten in one gulp. Then I’ll welcome you.”

It was the first playful thing Kylan had heard the soldier say, and it was endearing.

It really is!

I love the dynamic between Rian and Mythra.

The three set off in RPG formation: Rian in the front, squishy Kylan in the middle, and Naia in the back. Kylan, in Kylan fashion, feels bad and tells himself he brings value to the party somehow, even if he doesn’t know how.

Best boy Kylan, you’re the best boy. But also: you came up with a great third option between Rian and Naia’s position last chapter. That’s something!

The group also starts discussing whether the Skeksis have been preying on the Gelfling for a long time. Kylan brings up the census, how the Skeksis come twice a year to record the number of Gelfling. Rian even darkly calls it a harvest.

“We count the peach-berry trees every spring, and pluck half the blossoms so they bloom in the summer. That way we know they will all bear fruit, and how many. Mother Aughra taught the Gelfling these things long ago, and we’ve performed the counting and plucking every year since the Age of Innocence... and yet we couldn’t see that the Skeksis were doing the same to our people in front of our very eyes.”

Naia said, “You’ve given this a lot of thought.”

“I’ve had a lot of time to consider.”

They wonder whether the Skeksis perform the census with the Dousan and the Grottan. Rian says that he’s only ever seen a single Dousan guard at the Castle and none from the Caves of Grot. He speculates that the Skeksis may have finished them off long ago without any one noticing.

Grim.

Kylan can’t help but contrast this grim Rian with the sentimental, kind Rian he saw in the dreamfast and also in his interactions with Mythra and Shoni.

Guy’s been through so much.

But Kylan has an idea! STORY TIME. Of course about Jarra-Jen, obvs.

Naia: “I could use a break from the stories of our real life.”

Mood.

Many songs of our lightning-born hero are known

From courage and cleverness are these stories grown

But no song is filled with such heartache and yen

As this one of the Dew-Tree and brave Jarra-Jen

Kylan sings the song of Jarra-Jen’s cool girlfriend Amiris of Darkwood, the Singer of Dew. She apparently personally applies the dew to every blade of grass, which is impressive.

Also, she had green hair. The Gelfling are anime people in this continuity apparently.

“Jarra-Jen loved Amiris, as a singer loves song” which is a good line. And they danced every night. They had a really good relationship.

Then Kaul, the Dark King of Sand, ruined the mood by Ganondorfing all over the happy times.

He kidnapped Amiris and took her to the dunes and demanded she make the desert green like Hyrule. Perhaps unsurprisingly, she couldn’t? Because of climate?

But Kaul was a dick about it.

So the King, at her failure, grew wrathful in spite

He took her out in the desert, upon sands hot and white

There he punished her, holding her face to the suns

“If I can’t have the Garden, then neither will no-one.”

Cool rhyme though.

On the fourth morning, Jarra-Jen finally found her but too late. ‘She wanted to cry but the tears had been burned out of her eyes’ amount of too late. She dying.

So she makes a magic seed pop out of her chest, as ya do.

Jarra-Jen pleaded and begged, cried for her not to go

She put the seed in his hand, bade him help it to grow

Then she melted to stardust. The wind took her away

Jarra-Jen left with the seedling on his loneliest day.

Dang, that’s sad.

Don’t you hate it when your gf melts into stardust after staring into the suns too long?

Jarra-Jen plants the seed like Amiris asked but it won’t grow because this is still the desert.

He called to the earth. He called to the sky

But nobody answered. The dew-seed would die

With no other hope, Jarra-Jen fell to his knees

And wept...

Bursting forth from the sands came an enormous tree

Brown of skin, strong of branch, and emerald of leaf

Its roots rippled the earth, its crown brushed the sky

And Jarra-Jen poured forth every last tear he could cry

I feeeeel like salt water wouldn’t be great for growing a tree but Jarra-Jen is a folk legend. This kind of thing is just what they do.

Anyway, Kylan finishes up the song. And I feel like this is the origin story of whatever the Patron Tree of the Dousan are. Huge magic tree in desert? Gotta be.

Naia helpfully tells the moral of the story to the audience. I mean, this is YA. And also, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t appreciate the cliff notes.

“I liked it,” she said. “I think it’s a good lesson... We will always face hard times, but it’s important to remember that our sadness can often be what becomes our strength. There’s no weakness in sorrow or grief.”

Rian says nothing about the story but he sniffs and wipes his cheek. He was moved.

Good song-telling, song-teller Kylan.

And what good timing, he finished the story right as they reach the Black River and it’s time to split up.

Hm. Earlier I joked about Naia having to go to Ha’rar after all the detours last book so its funny to me that she’s still not going. I wonder if she’ll ever go to Ha’rar.

Anyway, Rian gives them directions for how to find Aughra’s house from here.

Realizing that they may never see Rian again if something goes wrong, Kylan tells him that he’s not alone and “we may be strangers by blood, but we’re family in arms.”

Rian softens for them.

“I miss Gurjin and the others very much,” Rian confessed. “I don’t want to put anyone else in danger. Every night I dream of the Skeksis hunting me, killing anyone nearby. Gurjin, Mira, Mythra, Timtri, my mother... The only way I can rest is if I’m alone. Once the All-Maudra has been told, maybe I will stop looking over my shoulder, but until then... I couldn’t see you in danger when Gurjin died to protect us.”

=(

“I do trust you both, though. As I trusted Gurjin. I only fear that my sorrow will not be enough to grow anything.”

“Only if it’s salted with remorse,” Kylan said. “Good journey to you, Rian. We’ll meet again in Ha’rar, with help from Mother Aughra and stories of our adventures on the High Hill.”

=]

Rian floats away in a boat and with his last words as he disappears into the shadow warns Kylan and Naia to stay away from finger vines. Whatever those are!

After Rian disappears along the river and the other two Gelfling prepare a second boat, Naia compliments how on the nose the story choice was.

“That song of Jarra-Jen was really something,” Naia said ... “I think it really moved him. I wouldn’t mind meeting the song teller who wrote it. The song that soothed the soul of the boy who first saw the Skeksis betrayal!”

“You don’t have to wait to meet that song teller,” he said. “You already did, in Sami Thicket, when he was running away from home.”

“When he was...” Naia coughed in surprise as she put one and one together. Then she crowed with laughter. “You devil! You made it up just for Rian?”

AMAZING.

Kylan figured Rian wouldn’t listen if Kylan just straight up said the stuff about sorrow growing good things so he wrapped it in a story HE MADE UP ON THE SPOT INCLUDING RHYMES and sang it!

What a good song-teller.

And Rian thought wow this ancient story about a cultural folk hero hits me where I live.

Amazing.

I hope Rian passes that off as a real Jarra-Jen story and it gets spread around and becomes part of the accepted canon of Jarra-Jen adventures.

I wonder if there was already an Amiris and a story linking Jarra-Jen to the Patron Tree in the desert. How much Kylan was able to pick up from other stories to make his seem more legit.

“I don’t regret it one bit, Song Teller,” Naia said, as the opposite bank came into view in the dark. “Taking you along. I would have been a fool not to. I hope you know this as I know it.”

It was possibly the sweetest thing she’d ever said to him, and Kylan finally let out the smile he’d been holding back.

BEST FRIENDS.

#dark crystal #the dark crystal #Song of the Dark Crystal #liveblog #Rian #Kylan #Naia #Mythra #but only a little

[itsjuliak5]

I watched episodes 2-5 of “Julie and The Phantoms” and did a little review because I couldn’t help myself.

This is the review I did for Episode 1. Also these are just a streamline of my thoughts as I was watching. It’s not professional or anything, just for fun!

* SPOILERS for Episodes 2-5 of “Julie and The Phantoms” below *

Episode 2

- “Julie needs a hug!” ~ OMG SOFT😭

- “You can’t handle it when other people cry” ~ I mean me neither.

- I love Flynn.

- Double Trouble like from X Factor? ~ Enjoy this hilariously awkward clip from “X Factor.”

- “What made you play again?” Ghosts

- Julie just tell Flynn about the boys. I hate this stupid trope of main characters not telling their bffs secrets like this right away. It’s not realistic.

- He’s shirtless!!!

- This is lowkey uncomfy...

- Aw Luke!!

- Yes, it is wrong! Please stop listening!

- Oh right there was a fourth guy lol.

- I’m loving the representation.

- Ok Luke looks like an adult Jack Dylan Grazer.

- I’m only calling Reggie, Reginald, from now on.

- “What’s in the box?” ~ “My mom.”

- Alex, I love you.

- I love this family talk. It is really nice and healthy. We love good communication.

- The special effects are actually pretty good.

- I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL!!!

- F L I R T

- Me too, Flynn. Me too.

- So that’s obviously lip-synced. Don’t speak on Freddie’s name like that.

- Drop the pig’s blood!

- Queen!! Shine bright like a diamond! I love this.

- Ew, if they try setting up a love triangle with Julie, Luke, and Nick I’m going to vomit.

- They can see the phantoms??

Overall: 9.8/10 - I’m saving my 10.

Episode 3

- Ok Ms. Stuffy. Wait never mind she’s kinda cool.

- JULIE JUST TELL FLYNN THE TRUTH!!! Real best friends in real life talk about this stuff. Especially considering what Julie and Flynn have been through like tell the truth.

- .I don’t like this blonde fool (Nick). It’s the vibes, they’re off.

- Ooooh dramatic backstory!

- Instructions? Like the handbook for the recently deceased?

- I’m going ghost!

- BOOBOO!!! (I had Twilight on mute in the background)

- Just kiss already.

- The Australian School of Music is too specific to not come back later.

- Omg are they gonna crossover in the final episode. RIP to me.

- I clapped so hard omg! Thank you for telling the truth and not dragging this out.

- His name is Reginald not Reggie and I love Flynn.

- It’s called maladaptive daydreaming, Flynn.

- Oh no is this not gonna work? - OK no, it did, good!

- Oh no Flynn’s freaked out. Flynn hates it? Wait no, okay she likes it.

- This is so cute!!

- Luke is catching feeeeels!

Overall: 9.4/10

Episode 4

- I don’t like these butt shots on the “high schoolers.”

- I don’t trust this white tux boy. (I keep forgetting his name.)

- Flynn! Get it queen!

- High School Musical wishes it was this good.

- “Luke and I wrote-” I can’t ship Julie with a dead guy, I can’t.

- YES HE IS CUTE!

- And I’m calling it now, Carrie is gonna steal one of Julie’s songs and perform it.

- They’re holding hands!!

- What was that look Willie? I saw that!

- Now kiss! Kiss! Do it!

- Carlos is like the first little bro in a show/movie that doesn’t absolutely piss me off.

- Considering I know there’s an episode called “Unsaid Emily” I’m ready for the angst.

- Bobby is Carrie’s dad? b r u h

- “Mama needs her eye candy.” I LOVE Flynn so much.

- I don’t like Nick.

- Oh god, they’re gonna bomb this dance gig.

- Willie said ACAB.

- Oh no, the dance is at 9. They’re gonna miss it....

- Booboo looks hot as hell in this outfit.

- The big bad ghost is named Caleb?

Overall: 8/10

Episode 5

I watched this episode with my friend, so I didn’t take notes or anything like I did for the previous episodes.

- So basically this episode was just one giant anxiety attack. My friend and I kept repeating: “Omg omg omg!” and “I hate this! OH No!!!” over and over again. Along with: “They’re gonna miss the dance! Shut up and get to the dance!” My friend fell off the couch at one point. 

- The musical numbers were pretty great.

- Reggie’s face when Alex thought Caleb was asking about the magic between him and Willie was priceless. I loved how supportive Luke and Reggie are of Alex, especially Luke, it’s so cute!

- I’m scared of what the stamps mean.

- Fun Fact: They kept mentioning unfinished business so my friend and I were joking about this being like “Casper” so I looked up when the movie “Casper” came out and it was released in 1995, which is the same year that the boys in the show died in.

Overall: 8.2/10

#i really like this show so far! #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms spoilers #tv shows #julia reviews things #julia watches tv #tv review #jatp

[bentaylorrogerhardy]

Lily of the Valley - Part 6

Joe Mazzello! x Reader!

Summary: Being a young, single mom that worked full-time was hard. When you weren’t working, you were taking care of your five year old daughter, Lily. You had given up on dating after many failed attempts. That was until after a rough day of dealing with your ex boyfriend, your best friend introduced you to Joe.

Word count: 2103

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of vomiting, vomiting, mentions of being drunk, someone being drunk, more fluff

A/N: Ahhh this is so cute! Leave me some feedback if you enjoyed. Reblog/like/send me asks/anything!

About a month has passed since you and Joe have started seeing each other, and things were going great. Every moment of free time was spent either just the two of you, while you had a day off from work and while Lily was in school, or the three of you together. Lily LOVED her ‘best friend’, as she often referred to him as.

“What do I call you?” Lily asked Joe one night when he was over for dinner at your place.

“Whatever you want to,” he chuckled, setting his fork down. Lily looked at him for a minute, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Joey?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“I would love to be called Joey,” he smiled, glancing at you, then back at her. 

“Okay. Joey? I’m gonna call you Joey, ‘cause it’s cute, and you’re my cute best friend,” she giggled, taking a bite of mac and cheese.

“You think I’m cute?” he laughed, leaning back in his chair.

“Uh huh!” she nodded, “so does my mommy!” Joe turned to look at you, sitting on the opposite side of the table from him, as you could feel your cheeks flush rapidly.

“Really?” he chuckled.

“Obviously,” you stated, laughing and trying to hide your red face.

“Joey!” Lily gasped, “do you think my mommy’s cute, too?”

Joe glanced over at you, and you at him, and a smile spread across his face.

“I do,” he replied, still smiling, “in fact, I think she’s beautiful.”

“And I think he’s handsome,” you smiled back. Lily covered her mouth and started uncontrollably giggling, then got up out of her chair and walked over to Joe.

“Kiss her,” she whispered in his ear.

“You want me to?” he asked her, getting up from his chair and walking to the other side of the table to you.

“What?” you asked as Joe made his way next to you, taking one of your hands in his.

“Kiss her, Joey!” she giggled, jumping up and down in anticipation.

“Ahhh, so that’s what she wanted,” you laughed, standing up and wrapping your arms around Joe’s neck, “well, Mazzello. Whatcha waitin’ for?” Joe chuckled, shaking his head, then gently pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, accompanied by the background noise of Lily.

“Ewwww!” she squealed. You and Joe pulled away then looked at her.

“What?” you laughed.

“Kiss again! Kiss again!” she giggled, jumping up and down more.

“Again? Okay, it’s gonna be gross,” Joe laughed, then kissed you again, harder than before, and dipped you, steadying you by holding your waist.

“EWWW!” She squealed even louder. You and Joe pulled away again, laughing at her reaction.

---

“Has he met Chad yet?” Kristen asked at work the following day. You turned to her and rolled your eyes.

“I haven’t heard from him in nearly a month, so no, and I don’t intend on them meeting until I know we’re serious,” you answered, turning back to your computer to finish your final reports for the day.

“A month?!” Jana exclaimed, slamming her folder on the counter, “a fucking month?!”

“Yeah. I know,” you sighed, “Lily wants to see him, but he just won’t answer.”

“Could he be drinking again?” Kristen asked.

“Don’t know,” you shrugged, finishing up the last report and getting up from the computer, “okay, I’m done for the day.”

“You and Joe have plaaaans?” Jana smirked at you, leaning back in her chair as you grabbed all of your things.

“Yes, actually,” you laughed, “he’s taking Lily and I to dinner.”

“Oooooh,” her and Kristen said in unison. You laughed, shaking your head.

“Okay, I’m out of here,” you said, pulling your keys out of your purse, “bye, girls.”

“Bye!” they said. You headed to the elevator and down to the first floor and out to your car, heading to pick Lily up from school.

---

“How was school?” you asked Lily as she climbed into the backseat.

“Good,” she sighed, laying her head against the window as you drove away.

“What’s wrong?” you asked her, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

“I don’t feel good,” she whined, “my tummy hurts.”

“Aw, my girl,” you frowned, “we’ll be home shortly. You can take a nap in my bed, okay?”

“Okay,” she sighed, laying her head back against the window. A few minutes later, you arrived at your apartment, parking and getting out, then walking around to her side of the car, getting her out and carrying her inside. After getting inside your apartment, you brought Lily to your room, changing her into one of your old tee shirts and laying her down in your bed.

“Mommy,” she whined, tears welling up in her eyes, “I don’t feeeeel gooood.”

“I know,” you frowned, putting a damp cloth on her head, “just try to go to sleep, okay? Maybe when you wake up, you’ll feel be-,”

Just then, in a split second, the contents of Lily’s stomach was now all over your bedroom carpet. Her face pale, she looked at you and began to sob.

“No, no, no, it’s okay,” you said, brushing her hair out of her face, trying to calm her down, “I’ll clean it up, it’ll be okay.”

“I want my daddy,” she sobbed, laying her head back down on the pillow. You sighed, knowing what the result of calling Chad would be; no answer. It’s been a month, why would he answer now?

“I’ll try calling him, okay?” you said, kissing her forehead, then placing the damp rag back on her head, “try sleeping. If you need anything, just yell for me.”

“Okay,” she sniffled, “mommy?”

“Yes?” you asked, turning back towards her.

“Can I watch Peppa Pig?” she asked.

“Of course,” you smiled, walking over to the TV and putting on the Peppa Pig DVD, then exited the room.

---

Two hours had passed, and nothing had progressed. Lily was still throwing up and couldn’t go to sleep, you couldn’t get a hold of Chad, and by the looks of it, you were going to have to cancel your date with Joe. You decided to call Chad one last time, in hopes he would possibly answer. As you ran around the apartment like a mad man, throwing the vomit covered sheets and clothes into the washer, the phone pressed to your ear, holding it with your shoulder, a shocking voice came through the phone.

“Whaaat?” Chad groaned when he finally, and surprisingly, answered the phone.

“Where the fuck have you been?” you spat out, closing the washer and starting the load of laundry.

“Busy,” he said, his words slurring. He was drunk, but what’s new?

“Jesus Christ, Chad,” you sighed, “are you drinking again?”

“What’s it to ya, huh?” he slurred again.

“Whatever. That’s not why I’m calling. I’m calling because your daughter has the stomach bug and wants to see you,” you sighed, “but you’re obviously not in the right state of mind to do that.”

“I’ll come by tomorrow,” he said, letting out a burp into your ear, “okay, gotta go. Bye.”

“Chad, n-,” you started, but he hung up before you could get the words out. You let out a sigh, then dialed Joe’s number.

“Hey!” he answered, “I was just about to call you.”

“Hey,” you smiled, “I really hate doing this, but I’m gonna have to cancel dinner for tonight.”

“Oh,” he said, his voice dropping, “why? What’s wrong?”

“I picked Lily up from school and she was complaining about not feeling well, and when we got home, she couldn’t stop puking and she hasn’t stopped,” you sighed, resting your elbows on the counter.

“Oh, no,” he said, “poor Lils. Do you want me to come over?”

“I think she’d like the company,” you said, “her dad has....other obligations.”

“I’ll be right over. See you soon,” he said, and the two of you hung up.

Thirty minutes later, and there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find Joe standing there, multiple grocery bags in his hands.

“What’s all that?” you asked, taking a few of the bags from him, and setting them on the counter.

“Well, when I was little, my mom always gave me gatorade when I had the stomach bug,” he said, setting the remainder of the bags on the counter, “I didn’t know what flavors she liked, so I grabbed all of them.”

“Oh my god, I could cry,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around him in a big hug, “you’re a lifesaver.”

“Where is she?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.

“In my room,” you sighed, “I’ve tried to get her to nap, but she can’t.”

The two of you walked to your room, and found Lily laying in bed, still watching Peppa Pig.

“Look who came to see you,” you said, sitting on the bed next to her, “and he even brought you some stuff to help you feel better.”

She rolled over to face you and Joe, and her sick, little face brightened up at the sight of him.

“How’s my best friend?” he asked, laying down next to her on the bed.

“My tummy hurts,” she whined, “I threw up.”

“I heard,” he said, then reached over and grabbed the bottle of lemon lime Gatorade, “so, I got you this special drink.”

“Why’s it special?” she asked, looking at it questioningly.

“Because it will help you feel better,” he said, opening it and holding it up to her mouth so she could take a sip.

“Mmmm,” she said, “Joey, that’s good!”

“I’m so glad you like it,” he smiled, “I got you a billion kinds!”

“A billion?” she giggled quietly, “you’re silly.”

“Oh, I know,” he laughed, “hey, where’s Princess Bubblegum Sparkles?”

“In my room,” she said, then turned to look at you, “mommy, can you go get her?”

“Sure,” you laughed, getting up and walking to Lily’s room to get the stuffed pink unicorn she treasured so much, then handed it back to her when you got back to your room.

“Do you think you can try and take a nap?” Joe asked her, “you’re probably really tired.”

“Uh huh,” she nodded, yawning, “okay, I can try.”

“Okay, I’ll lay with you until you fall asleep,” he said, and she cuddled up close to him and laid her head on his chest.

“Do you want me to stay in here, too?” you asked her, and she shook her head.

“No, just me and my Joey,” she said, yawning again. You flashed Joe a thankful smile, then headed back out to the living room. About 20 minutes later, he came out of your room and joined you on the couch.

“She’s out,” he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into him.

“Oh my god, you’re the best,” you sighed contentedly, “I don’t know how to repay you.”

“I know how,” he said, and you looked up at him.

“How so?” you furrowed an eyebrow. He chuckled and shook his head.

“This isn’t exactly how I planned on doing this, but…” he started, “this past month has been one of the best months of my life. I love being around you, and I love being around Lily, and I was just wondering if you wanted to be my girl-,”

“JOOOEY!” Lily sobbed from your room, “I want my Joey!”

“Better go tend to your best friend. It’ll give me time to think of an answer,” you smirked at him, winking. He laughed and got up, following the sound of Lily’s sobs. Obviously, your answer to Joe was that, yes, you would love to be his girlfriend. Nobody has ever treated you like he has in the past month, and after dating Chad, he was exactly what you needed. You got up quietly, and walked to your room and stood outside the door, quietly listening to the sound of Joe humming ‘Here Comes The Sun’ by the Beatles, as Lily drifted back off to sleep. You could cry at the sight you were witnessing, but suppressed them as to not disrupt the moment. You made your way back out to the living room, and shortly behind you, so did Joe. At the sight of him, you nearly crashed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him like your life depended on it.

“Well, I take it that’s a yes?” he chuckled, resting his hands on your hips. The tears started streaming down your face as you profusely nodded.

“Yes,” you breathed out, smiling as Joe wiped a few stray tears from your cheeks, “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

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[honeybee-babe]

Luther's cold is worse than Klaus thought, OR:

Finding out Luther is Immunocopromised (Part 1/?)

**note: I know Klaus seems a bit insensitive at first but he gets better I promise. He is a good brother <3

Also my answer to no cell phones = pagers

Klaus danced freely in his room, one of Allison’s skirts billowing around his knees with every movement as he hummed along to the Fleetwood Mac he was blasting from his stereo. Music was really helping him with this whole sobriety thing.

The only thing putting a damper on his mood was Luther and his stupid cold.

Luther: turn the music down

He rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop dancing as he typed up a response on his pager.

Klaus: come on you love music! i put it on to make you feeeeel better

Luther had been sick for about three days, and though he was putting on a show of denial (“No, I’m just tired,” “No, it’s just a little cold, don’t get Mom,” “Worry about yourself, Klaus, you’ve got bigger problems”), Klaus was convinced that underneath the act he was milking a tiny case of the sniffles into the plague.

An ear-shattering sneeze from the other end of the hallway confirmed his suspicion; Luther had never sneezed like that before, even when he had that sinus infection when they were seventeen. Now all of a sudden his sneezes were ten times louder – and he was doing it constantly, too. Klaus had never known his brother to be a very sickly or sneezy person, but now it was like he was trying to set a new world record.

The sneeze was followed by a pained groan. That was one thing that really tipped Klaus off; every twenty minutes or so, Luther would groan like he was on his deathbed. Klaus just rolled his eyes every time he heard it. He was the dramatic one?

Luther: well its giving me a headache so good job

Klaus didn’t buy that for one second. Luther was just being a big baby because he didn’t feel well; if he couldn’t be happy, no one was allowed to be. Or maybe he was just that starved for attention after being alone for so long, that he wanted to start drama. Whatever it was, it was annoying and it was totally killing Klaus’ vibe. And now Luther wanted him to turn off his music, his one remaining sanctuary? No way, Jose.

Klaus: come dance the germs away!

Klaus tossed his pager down onto the his bed and spun around wildly, skirt whirling around his knees until finally he grew dizzy and had to sit on his bed. Just as his pager beeped again; Luther had taken an uncharacteristically short amount of time to respond (large fingers are’t very conducive to using pagers).

Luther: you know i can still crush your stereo with my little finger

Klaus snorted. Good ole Number 1 resorting to violence, what a shock. That right there was all the proof he needed that Luther was just fine. In response to the text, he turned the music up a few notches, and sang along at the top of his lungs as he danced around his room again.

“Klaus.”

Klaus turned around to look at Ben, who was shooting him a reprimanding look from the corner.

“What’s the dealio?”

“You know, you’re being kind of shitty.”

“What?” Klaus held a hand up to his ear. “I can’t hear you, brother, this music is sooooo loud!”

“Klaus,” Ben repeated. Klaus heaved a sigh and waltzed over to his stereo.

“Relax! I’m turning it down, see?” He turned the music down just a notch, only to immediately hear another harsh sneeze from Luther’s room not seconds later. Even Ben flinched. Klaus just chuckled and picked up his pager.

Klaus: i think that sneeze just broke something in Five’s room.

“What did you say?”

"I asked if he was okay.” Ben crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m not lying!” Ben came around his shoulder and read the screen before he could shut it off.

"Really, Klaus?”

“What, it was funny!”

Luther: shut up

Klaus grinned down at his pager.

“He wants me to shut up? Okay.” He turned the music up even louder than he had the first time, but still not loud enough to cover up the groan that sounded from Luther’s room. This time, it was followed by painfully raspy whine.

“Stoooop!” Yelling was probably not the wisest choice for Luther, as it was followed by a harsh, chesty coughing fit; you could practically hear the mucus rattling in his chest from across the hall. Klaus actually cringed. He avoided eye contact with Ben, knowing exactly what look he was giving him.

“Go check on him.”

“What? Why can’t you?”

“Go.”

Klaus huffed and went back over to his stereo, turning the music off completely. He wasn’t in the mood to dance anymore; thanks, Luther. He flopped down onto his bed and picked up his knitting. 

After a few moments of silence, he was interrupted by yet another groan from Luther’s room. But unlike the previous ones, there was a tiny whimper at the end. Oof, that did not sound like Luther. Maybe he exaggerated sometimes, but he wasn’t a whimperer.

“Go check on him now or I’ll start screaming,” Klaus opened his mouth to protest, but Ben held a phantom finger up to his lips. “And I won’t stop until you do.”

“Ugh, fine!” Klaus heaved a sigh and got out of bed, padding down the hallway to knock on Luther’s door. 

“Luther?”

Klaus paused in the doorway for a beat; maybe Luther had fallen asleep. He was just about to leave when a hoarse, barely audible “…come in” sounded from within. Jesus Christ, Luther had just yelled at him not five minutes ago. Whatever, he might as well play along.

Klaus toed the door open, and peered inside with a melodramatic flinch; Luther was sitting hunched over at his desk, wrapped up in a blanket with his head buried in his arms. A few inches from his head lay whatever book he must have been reading, reading glasses hanging off the side (probably sneezed off at some point).

Slowly, Luther lifted his head and spun around on his swivel chair to face Klaus. He looked up at him with tired, unfocused eyes. He was pale as a sheet, and he was shaking. He looked truly miserable. Klaus’ brow furrowed in concern and confusion for a moment. Was Luther telling the truth? Was he seriously this sick? There was no way. Logically, it made no sense. It had progressed way too fast, and it was lingering way too long. Klaus had been sick enough times to know it didn’t work like that.

A shiver coursed its way through Luther’s body as the cold air from the hallway seeped in.

“C-close the door?” His teeth were chattering. Seriously? There was no way that was a hundred percent genuine. 

Klaus wasn’t going to waste his time worrying over Luther when he was clearly putting on a show of exaggerating his symptoms – but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play along. He shut the door and flounced into the room, sitting on the edge of Luther’s bed.

“Christ on a cracker. You look like death, Lulu. And believe me, I know.” Luther just groaned in response, that same whimper-y groan, and put his head back in his hands, not looking up at Klaus. “You really should let me get you some orange juice, you know. Ooh! Or brandy! Isn’t that what they used to give babies when they were sick in,” he gestured dramatically, “…the olden days?”

“Well I’m not a baby, so I don’t know, Klaus!” Luther snapped, whiny tone ironically making him sound pretty akin to the baby his brother had just not-so-subtly implied him to be. The hoarse half-shout ended in a wheeze, and another shiver worked its way up his spine. He still didn’t look up at Klaus from his hands.

Klaus bit down on his lip; you can’t really fake a wheeze. Goddammit, Luther better not actually be this sick, because if he was, then there was something going on beneath the surface that was very, very wrong. And Klaus didn’t want to think about that possibility.

Klaus was pulled out of his thoughts by a sharp intake of breath. He watched Luther steeple his hands over his nose and duck forward with a stifled sneeze, followed by a practically inaudible whimper as he brought his hands up to his temples. Klaus flinched.

“Did that hurt?” he asked softly, guilt washing over him in waves when Luther just nodded behind his hands and whimpered again.

Shit.

Klaus’ head tipped to the side as he crawled across the bed to sit on the edge closest to Luther. Leaning over, he reached out and touched the back of his hand to Luther’s forehead as best he could. 

He gaped at he warmth he felt radiating off his brother’s clammy forehead. He instantly pulled away his hand when he saw how Luther flinched away from his touch with another shiver and curled in on himself even further.

“Your fever hasn’t broken yet?” He was shocked and more than a little awed. He had really thought Luther was exaggerating, at least to some extent. Now he couldn’t suppress the concern that seeped into his voice. “You really are sick, aren’t you?”

He slid off the bed and approached his brother, until:

“Did you think I was making it up?!” Luther snapped in response, whining hoarsely into his hands; as if Klaus needed to feel more guilty. And just like earlier, yelling triggered another violent coughing fit. He swiveled his desk chair backwards, turning away from Klaus, and buried his face in his arms on his desk as the convulsions continued to seize his body.

Klaus just stood there like an idiot, feeling like he’d just won an Asshole Of The Year award. Finally, after moments of deliberation, he put a tentative hand on Luther’s back.

He expected him to flinch away again, but instead Luther let him remain there until it was over. And when it finally was over, he whined and mumbled pathetically into his arms.

“Klaus, I don’t feel good.”

Klaus moves his hand up to Luther’s shoulder and squeezed.

“I know, buddy." 

#luther snz #sick luther #tua klaus #sickfic #umbrella academy fanfiction #snzfic #luther hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves

[delos-mio]

Death of a Bachelor - Part 8

A/N: *extremely ella mai voice* so deep in my feeeeelings. woof! sorry in advance that this chap hits every point on the emotional spectrum lol. oh! tw: implied drug use/substance abuse if that’s something you wish to avoid. enjoy! as always, drop me a line with your thoughts!

You stood up straight at the sound. Sweat began to pour over your palms; you hadn’t realized how nervous you really were. The noise grew louder and louder as the person approached. It felt like it was years that you’d been waiting to be let in. Time moved at an impossible pace and you wanted to shake the hour glass, forcing the grains of sand to move faster. Finally, there was the click of a lock, then another, before the wooden door pulled back only far enough for a body to slip in.

Seeing Logan took your breath away. Your heart was betraying you and singing at the sight of his face after missing him so deeply. But he looked like shit. You’d never seen him so disheveled, even waking up in the middle of the night to piss or fresh off the beach with wild wind-dried hair. His beard was grown out and unkempt. His usually perfectly placed hair was clearly neglected and coated in a thin layer of oil. He could only be described as gaunt; his eyes were sunken and cheekbones more pronounced than usual. You could have wept right there on the spot. After looking him over, you realized neither of you had yet to say a word. This whole time, you’d only looked the other one over and you hadn’t had the thought to pay attention to his reaction to your arrival. You looked into his eyes then and they were completely glossed over. With tears, you weren’t sure—it was just as likely he was high.

“Lo…” you started, but it came out as a sob. He looked down at you and a lone tear spilled from his eye. Logan nodded his head, inviting you inside.

You passed by him and were immediately hit with a wall of stench. It was clear that he’d called off his cleaning lady and made no effort to tidy up himself. It was so unlike Logan. Empty bottles littered every open surface. Your eye was pulled to the neat little pile and three cut lines on his glass coffee table. That was all it took to bring down the wall that had been keeping back your tears.

“What the fuck, Logan?” you asked in a cry, thumbing away the freely flowing tears from under your eyes. Logan turned to look at you, his own heartbreak written all over his face.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out. His voice was hoarse and quiet, carrying absolutely no power with it. It was as if he’d been cornered and beaten; he was a shell of the Logan who’d left two weeks ago. You rushed over to him, closing the gap between you. Your hands darted to his face, running over his beard, etching every line and crease into your memory. Logan’s eyes fluttered shut at the contact, his features melting in your comfort.

“What happened?” you asked softly, taking a gentler tone with him than you had only a moment before. Clearly he was much more fragile than you’d planned on. Logan only answered you by shaking his head, his gaze off to the side. Whatever it was, you wanted to make it all go away. You wanted to make everything better. Obviously, you knew it wasn’t that simple- it never was- but it didn’t stop you from wanting to heal his wounds. The thought sparked an idea, one you were hoping he’d trust you enough to allow.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” you suggested. Logan looked you over for a moment as if weighing his options.

“Ok,” he agreed finally.

You took his hand then and led him back to his master suite. The suite where you’d spent so many nights rolling around with him under the sheets. Laughing and teasing and fucking. Seeing his bed now in complete disarray and liquor stained made a lump form in your throat. You continued on to his bathroom and dropped his hand, leaving him stranded in the center of the marble floor, looking as though he’d forgotten you could do other things beside piss in a bathroom. You went to the jacuzzi tub and brought the warm water to life. You made quiet work of filling the bath and gathering everything you’d need to bring some life back to Logan.

Once the warm water had filled the tub, a floral aroma floating around the room, you approached Logan again and tentatively rested your hands on the buckle of his belt. You looked into his deep brown eyes, silently asking him for permission to continue. Logan swallowed hard before nodding slowly. Given his blessing, you pulled loose his belt and let his jeans drop to the floor. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and rolled it gently up his torso before tugging it over his head. To your shock and horror, his abdomen was peppered with scrapes and bruises. Weren’t humans supposed to be untouchable in the park?

Finally, you pushed the band of his boxers down his thigh, leaving him completely bare before you. The Logan who left only a few weeks ago would have insisted you join him, that he wasn’t going to be naked all by himself. But the Logan in front of you looked like the absolute last thing he wanted to be was naked. Sensing his discomfort, you took his hand again and walked him to the edge of the bath, motioning for him to get in.

With some hesitancy, Logan submerged himself in the warm water, his lips parting slightly at the feeling of being cradled by the warmth surrounding him. You let him adjust for a moment and get comfortable before you sat down on the ledge surrounding the base of the large tub. You grabbed the loofa next to you and squeezed soap on top. After dipping it in the water, you brought it to his shoulders, gently lathering his tired skin. Logan stiffened at first, unsure of the contact, but just as quickly relaxed into your touch. You moved your efforts over to his chest and down his arms, softly scrubbing away the layer of grime he allowed to coat him. You worked in comfortable silence. Logan was finally relaxing and color was beginning to return to his paled skin.

Next, you poured a healthy amount of shampoo into your palm. You brought your fingers to his hair, raking your fingers slowly through his hair. Logan’s eyes closed, quiet and content, while you massaged his scalp. Taking care of him, showing Logan how much you cared about his wellbeing, was the only thing you wanted to do. There was truly nowhere else you’d rather be. The quiet intimacy of helping him clean up was working wonders on both of your nerves. It reminded him you weren’t a stranger, that he didn’t have to hide from you. You rinsed out the shampoo and wiped the stray drops from around his temple.

Just as you started to rise from your station to grab him a clean towel, Logan caught your wrist, making you sit back down and look at him. He reached out to take your chin in his palm and bring your lips to his. His kiss was soft but its message clear—thank you. Kissing Logan again felt like home; this was the moment you’d been waiting for for weeks. You parted slowly, letting your forehead resting on his. After placing one more quick kiss to his lips, you were finally allowed to get up and grab his towel and robe. Logan quickly dried off and fastened the plush black robe around his waist.

When you walked back into his room, you had almost forgotten about the state of his bed. Logan had made a move to lay down, but it was your turn to grab his wrist.

“I don’t think so. Not after all my hard work cleaning you off,” you smirked. You could have sworn a smile ghosted across Logan’s lips.

You rummaged around in his closet for a fresh set of linen. The bed was quickly stripped of all the soiled sheets and blankets and replaced with something clean and comfortable. Once you’d finished making the bed, you allowed Logan to crawl in his side. Truthfully, you’d planned on letting him sleep off…whatever he was coming down from and making a dent in cleaning the other parts of his trashed home. But there was a stirring from under the blanket the second you tried to leave the room.

“Stay,” Logan requested gently.

How could you say no? You kicked off your shoes and turned off the bathroom light, leaving the room dim, only punctuated by the stray beams of light the curtains allowed through. Logan was rolled onto his side, curled into himself when you slid in next to him. It should have come naturally. It should have been nothing at all to press against him and leave kisses all over his skin. But you were afraid to touch him; you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable to rush him into an obligation he wasn’t prepared to fulfill.

But Logan reached out and pulled you into his chest, gripping you tighter than he ever had before. Like if he didn’t cling to you, he’d lose you forever. You ran your fingers through his damp hair—you knew how much he loved it when you’d play with him hair even if he tried to act like it was killing him that you were messing it up. You tested your luck and placed a soft kiss to the crook of his neck before tucking your head against his chest. If you hadn’t been paying close attention to his every movement, you would have missed the small sob that wracked in his chest.

You slept entwined for most of the afternoon. It was clear Logan was in desperate need of rest and you wouldn’t allow anything to get in the way of that. You’d of course woken up before him and carefully pulled yourself from his iron-clad grip and tip toed out to the living room. Next on your agenda was to follow up with the sister that was so worried about him. When you looked at your phone, you had nearly a dozen missed texts and emails from Juliet so you quickly tapped in her phone number. She answered after the first ring.

“Hey Jules,” you started quietly.

“Is he ok?!” she asked immediately, hardly letting you get your greeting out.

“I wouldn’t use the word ‘ok’, but he’s home and alive and I don’t know much more than that.” You let out a sigh before you could continue. “The place is trashed. And he was not his normal self when I got here. There are fucking drugs everywhere.” There was no sense in hiding anything from Juliet. If there was anyone who understood and could help Logan, it was her.

“That’s what I was afraid of,” she groaned. “Shit. Is he still high?”

“I don’t know. I cleaned him up and he’s taking a nap now. It looked like he hasn’t slept in a week.”

“He probably hasn’t. Thank you. Thank you so goddamn much you have no idea how much it means to me that you found him and took care of him,” she said, crying evident in her voice.

“I just want to do anything I can to help,” you said. And that was true. But you also didn’t want to let Juliet know how fucking terrified you really were.

“Can I ask you something?” Juliet had sniffled loudly into the receiver.

“Of course.”

“Do you love my brother?” The question nearly took the air out of your lungs. She had never been one to pussyfoot around, but you certainly were not expecting her to ask that.

“I…” You what? How were you going to answer her question? You hadn’t had time enough to properly wade through your own feelings and now you were supposed to magically articulate that to someone else. “I…”

“God, you guys are exactly the same,” she laughed. “You start talking about anything below the surface and you tuck your tail between your legs and act like it never happened.”

“You got me there.” You tried to keep your voice light, but goddamn if she wasn’t right.

“Do you love Logan?” Juliet was much firmer this time. She had all the time in the world to wait for your answer and you were going to give her an answer. A huge pit sunk in your stomach and the muscles around your heart tightened uncomfortably. You exhaled as you willed yourself to make the words pass through your lips.

“More than anything.” There it was. The truth you’d been avoiding for months. The one thing you hadn’t shared with Logan and the one thing you absolutely should have. All you could do now was pray that you weren’t too late.

“There you go. I knew you did. You’re good for him, you know? There aren’t a lot of people that make him smile like a goddamn idiot, even when they’re checking him.” You both laughed a little. “Will you have him call me when he has a chance?”

“Of course. I’ll make sure he gets ahold of you when he gets up. I’m going to try and clean this place up a bit while he’s still passed out.”

“Thank you. I’ll talk to you soon,” she said.

“See ya.” You hung up and almost collapsed on the couch. You took a steadying breath, completely shaken by the conversation you’d just had.

There was still cocaine and what you thought might be heroin on the table and that had to be the first to go. As you gathered up the contraband, you became angry with Logan all over again. He’d told you before about his struggles with addiction and how he was down to booze only. So much for that. Just as that anger was bubbling up inside you, you remembered you had no idea what lead him here. The sequence of events that culminated in this binge was still largely unknown. You assumed it had something to do with William and his father but couldn’t wager a guess outside of that.

As you stood over the sink, dumping the last of the stash that you could find, you heard the bedroom door fly open, banging hard against the hallway wall. You turned to see a wild-eyed Logan scanning the room until he landed on you. His features immediately softened and he took long, quick steps to reach you. The second you were within reach, Logan pulled you into an embrace, again crushing and all consuming.

“I was afraid you left,” he mumbled into your hair as he swayed with you gently.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you said with a smile. You shimmed loose just enough to be able to look up at him. “But this place is fucking disgusting so I thought I’d make myself useful and cleaned up a little bit. Starting with the coffee table…” You looked at him pointedly and he knew exactly what you meant. He didn’t seem mad that you flushed what was likely thousands of dollars’ worth of drugs. He looked ashamed.

“I’m sorry you had to do that,” he said, embarrassed.

“Well, they’re gone now and I don’t want to see them back,” you warned. Logan nodded slowly, making a silent promise to you.

“Do you hate me? I know I owe you like, a thousand apologies, but I need to know I haven’t made you hate me.”

“Lo,” you said with a sigh, shaking your head. “Of course I don’t hate you. You couldn’t make me hate you when I should have and we’re way too far past that for you to get rid of me that easily.” Logan ran is palm over your hair, warmly looking down at you. There was something lurking behind is eyes. Either there was something he wanted to say or he was still a little high, either was possible. “I told Jules you’d call her when you woke up.”

“You talked to Juliet?” He cocked his head to the side. You couldn’t help the short, exasperated laugh that came out.

“In short, it’s been a day. I’ve talked to her more than once today,” you said, resuming your position over the sink. “Call your sister.”

Logan took your instruction and fished his phone out from under several empty bottles of Don Julio. Just as he started talking, he wandered back into his bedroom to continue the conversation he’d been avoiding with Juliet.

You moved your efforts to picking up all the bottles scattered among his things. There were more than you cared to count and you wondered briefly if he’d had any company while he’d been home. No, you pushed that from your mind. Dwelling on hypothetical jealousy was only going to make you crazy. You discarded other neglected trash, swept up random debris, and took the Dirt Devil to the couch. It had taken a while, but the space was finally starting to return to its natural state. You had flopped on the couch when Logan’s bedroom door opened again, his eyes fresh and red. He came and sat next you in the same corner he always took. His arms opened to you, inviting you onto his lap.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against your neck. “I am so goddamn sorry.”

“You scared me, Lo,” you admitted to him.

“I know I did and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for fucking hosts. I’m sorry for not answering any of your text or calls. I’m sorry for using again. I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m sorry for costing you the Westworld campaign.” The words just flowed from him. Logan was exposed unlike any time before. His arms were wrapped around you, his long fingers rubbing circles along your back. “I know it’s going to be impossible for you to trust me again. But please…” You weren’t used to Logan pleading with you. “Please let me try to make it right.”

“Ok,” you agreed.

“Jules also said I need to thank you for ‘taking care of my dumbass’ even though I’m a ‘total shit head’.” It was the first joke he’d made since you came over. “And don’t think I didn’t notice all the cleaning you did. You didn’t have to do that, princess.”

“I couldn’t let you live like a hoarder, now could I?” You pushed his hair back away from his face. “There’s um, there’s something I told Juliet that I feel like you should know. I mean, it’s just that she knows and you don’t and that doesn’t seem right.” You knew you were a bumbling mess. You knew everything was coming out disjointed and dumb. But you were quickly losing your nerve to do the one thing you finally had the stomach to do.

“Go on,” he said encouragingly. You almost wished he’d get a call or start talking again so you didn’t have to, so you could say haha just kidding! and act like you never said anything.

“I came here because,” you started, your throat suddenly dry as a bone. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe if you didn’t have to look into those stupid brown eyes it’d be easier. “I came here because I love you, Logan.”

The silence cut into you, deep and cold. You didn’t expect him to say it back and you hoped he knew by now that you’d sooner die than have him say something he didn’t mean. When you opened your eyes, Logan’s eyes were welling again. Logan didn’t know how to love people, not in the way he thought he should. But he had his own way of telling you that you weren’t in this alone. He took the side of your face in his hand and brought his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. His overgrown beard tickled at your chin as he moved languidly, savoring the sensation of kissing you again. When he pulled back from you, his expression was fond and full of wonder. You assumed you weren’t the first person to say they loved him, but maybe the first one where he knew they actually meant it. He never saw himself as worthy of love and here you were, telling him with your whole heart that you did.

“Um, that being said,” you started almost uncomfortably. “I think we should talk about the last couple weeks. Logan, what happened?” you asked quietly, not wanting to push him too far too quick, but you felt like he owed you as much. Logan took a deep breath, his gaze falling out of focus as he reluctantly began telling you what lead him here.

“I guess it started with Delores.”

#logan #logan delos #logan delos x reader #ben barnes #westworld #logan delos fanfic #logan delos imagine #logan westworld #westworld fanfiction #doab #masterlist

[anthropwashere]

@proserpine-in-phases tagged me in a thing about writing, so naturally I’m going to do this instead of write!

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

A lot of my deadfics end up stalling out over research roadblocks. I’ll flub my way through one scene with the intent to come back after I’ve done my Google-fu, and then another, and another, aaaaand that’s now too much work. 

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

A JTHM fic I wrote in high school that ended up deadfic because I ran off to BMT. It was well-received at the time but looking at it now? It’s just so ow, the edge. I’ve low-key considered tearing it down and rewriting it, but it’s been ten years and I can’t even recall where I was going with it. 

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

90% chronological with a lot of snippets for later scenes piled haphazardly at the end of every Gdoc. of all the things that might have been was the big exception. There’s 28k posted and another 50k trapped behind a heap of writer’s block. :C

4) favorite character you’ve written?

Gee, I wonder!

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing?

Winry Rockbell. Not my usual character type to write by far, but she was just as surprisingly fun to write.

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now?

A ton of older fic on AO3 has a lot of weird formatting and grammatical errors. I think it’d be easy to get hung up over changes I’d want to make to various giftfics I’ve written over the years as well.

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I can count on one hand the number of real life people who know I write and have fingers left over. I hate talking about my writing face-to-face. 

8) favorite genre to write?

Mmm, suspense/horror? Whatever you call ‘presenting a problem to a character that gets insurmountably worse, and also it would be justified if the character just huddled screaming under a blanket instead of confronting it.’

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Read other fics that handle similar topics/ideas. Look through the literal GBs of refs I’ve got saved. Get out of the house and do something even a little bit out of my norm. Get lost on Wikipedia.

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

Music always, rarely near people.

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

Man, I’ve been writing and posting fics for 15 years now. I have to hope every aspect has improved since I was friggin’ 12 years old writing garbo Mary Sues.

12) your weaknesses as an author?

I can’t concentrate on anything long enough to finish it. More fic ideas than I’ll ever have the energy to commit too. Run-on sentences. I don’t write women almost at all. COMMAS. 

13) your strengths as an author?

I feeeeel like I do a good job of getting the reader into the character’s headspace? I adore limited narrative so when I write a fic I try to commit to that character’s style and personality. I also think I do horror/suspense decently.

15) why did you start writing?

11 year old Lorelei found ffn and went, “Oh shit, this is a thing? Sign me up.”

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

...I’m not sure what this means? 

17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

It’s okay to write positive endings, edgelord. Sometimes less is more. Sometimes more is good too, but damn girl, tread carefully. 

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

These seems like a dangerous rabbit hole to fall down, so I’ll just link the most recent fic whose style and impact left me speechless the first time I read it (and envious, and determined, and more than happy to read it three more times).

Divine Right of Kings by Oedipus Tex

19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

Badly! Which is why I’ve never successfully finished a longfic! But I do try and make outlines or at least a tidy splash of notes at the bottom of the Gdoc. One fic I’m working on right now requires spreadsheets.

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

Little spurts. NaNo’s been excellent in the past at making me do more than a couple hundred words on a good day. Alas, the last Camp NaNo I signed up for I dipped out of because of my migraines, and I didn’t even bother signing up for July.

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

For the most part I consider it all passable, as far back as AO3 goes at least. Anything earlier than that I pretend doesn’t exist. 

22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

Intimacy, be it porn or fluff. Anything technical I can’t gloss over with some hastily gathered Wikipedian knowledge. Comedy.

23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

I don’t think so? Not much of my personal experience has been applicable to what I’ve written. A bit of geography, maybe?

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

I’d never claim to be an expert on anything, but I do try and do my research for fic. Learning new things is my favorite part of writing.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

You may have a snippet from my four biggest FMA wips (all of which are over 15k words and nowhere near done, send help).

- We Are Sisyphus (03 fic where alternate Ed lives.)

Other Ed and Alfons are unpacking groceries, picked up on their way back to the tiny flat above not-Gracia’s flower shop that seems all the smaller with a fourth person inside. Gratia’s come up as well, bearing fresh vases of flowers too damaged to sell but still smell just as sweet. It helps to mask Hohenheim’s reek, something he can’t really help with how advanced his decay’s gotten in their time apart. 

“Surprised you even recognized him,” Ed says under his breath, under pretense of showing him some of the notes he’d brought back. He gives Hohenheim a long, quelling glare out of the corner of his eye. “I mean, considering you left when Al was still practically a toddler.”

“There were more recent pictures at Pinako’s house,” Hohenheim replies, apparently uninterested in taking the hint to back off. “But it’s the way you look at Herr Heiderich that made me realize just who he reminded me so sorely of.”

“Oh yeah? And how’s that?”

“Like you’re grieving.”

- your head will lie in dust (Father wins, makes the five sacrifices immortal. AKA, the Hohenheim fic with the group chat that can’t stop, won’t stop.)

“There was a cut on your cheek,” Hohenheim says.

Edward brings shaking fingers to his face. He digs his nails in as if he’ll tear his skin open just to spite Hohenheim on principle. Then he stops. Shuts his eyes. Lets Mrs. Curtis slide from his lap. “I,” he says. “You’re wrong. You have to be.”

“I’m sorry,” he says. He has said this so often now, to so many people over so many years, that the words have lost all meaning. He tongues at the space where regret should be and finds only an empty hole. “Do you hear them?”

Edward flinches in slow-motion, an exercise in arranging the muscles of his face into a tense knot to display his anger, his fear, his grief. Little words for emotions greater than any person should have to bear. Edward flinches and struggles to breathe. He presses his hands over his ears and tilts rigidly to the floor.

- our hands were first to forgive (The Mustang remains blind and gets automail AU nobody asked for.)

It’s unsettling, how easy clapping alchemy has turned out to be.

He’d expected it to be difficult, to be something he’d have to learn through trial and error. He doesn’t know why he thought that. Edward’s never shown any hesitation in the use of it—though when has Edward shown hesitation in anything? Bad example. Not that there are a lot of examples to choose from, and of those he’s only been able to see Alphonse transmute without a circle. That’s a somewhat recent development, isn’t it? Before the boys went up to Briggs. He never thought to ask what had happened to allow Alphonse to abandon circles. It hadn’t occurred to him to think that anything needed to have happened to allow it at all. Knowing the source of clapping alchemy, he doubts it was anything pleasant. One more thing to ask after, once he can see again.

This ability, this… gift? He hesitates to call it that. Unwanted, unasked for, received all the same. Fine. This gift wasn’t learned. It feels grafted into him, weird and rough at its edges, like the scars on his torso his shirts still catch on months after burning Lust to ash. Unnaturally a part of him, but a part of him still. For all the knowledge that was poured into his mind in the Gate, he doesn’t feel like he learned anything.

He feels burned.

- Pour Out Like Light (9 years post-series, Ed finds out Trisha’s illness is hereditary. This absolute bastard of a wip is currently stalled out at over 46k words and nowhere near done.)

He peels a potato, sets it down. A broken, twisted hand reaches over his shoulder to pick it up.

He sets down the vegetable peeler. “Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Why didn’t you tell Granny?”

“Tell Granny what?”

“You knew it wasn’t the epidemic, didn’t you?” He cups the potato in both hands, in the hand he’s always had and the hand he’d traded away and Al had given back. “If you knew, why didn’t you warn her I’d get sick too? Why didn’t you warn me?”

She doesn’t answer. Instead there’s the heavy, loose-limbed thud of a body collapsing to the floor. It has a wet sound to it, a splattering sound. Her death rattle sucks the sunlight out of the kitchen, strangled and thick with fluid. There is almost, almost the sound of his name.

This post is huge now, wow. Um. Never sure who’s cool with being tagged in these kinds of posts. @ladyyatexel @leda-x @haikujitsu I don’t really talk writing much w/ any of you but you’re all fantastic and it’d be cool to hear some of the thought process behind the fics? No obligation, of course.

#writing #my writing #ty for tagging i love doing this stuff #i never think about the process of writing so much as just daydream all the stuff i want to write oops

[writing-for-a-chance]

Reunited (Gabriel X Reader)

Character: Gabriel X Reader, Past!Cas X reader, Sam, Dean.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, feeeeelings

Word count: 1,6K+

Requested: No

She was someone who distanced themselves from the crowd, never really having the ability to speak out, so when an angel practically kidnapped her, she was terrified. The angel never said why he took Y/N, but for sure she wasn't too pleased. Now, she was locked in some sort of bedroom, an angel blade hidden in their boot, just in case. Her breath was quiet as she drank in the sounds around herself. Occasionally hearing bits and pieces of conversation as two or three people would pass the door. A small frown sat place on her face as she hung out, quite bored in the isolated room that her captors had put her in. That was until the people stopped outside her door, the sound of their voices muffled voices grabbing her attention, two guys talked while the other chimed in from time to time. “Are you sure you grabbed the right person?”

“I’m sure Dean, besides Gabriel, will come if his soulmate seems to be in danger.”

The voices come to a stop as the door slowly unlocks, causing the girl to straighten her posture and look towards the door. The sound the door made was unpleasant but in all honesty, it didn’t faze her. Instead, she was met with 6 eyes, all staring at her, one a nice hazel color, another a candy green, and the last being a blue that was well to recognizable. The eyes of her kidnapper. The eyes of the one who grabbed her off the street, but most importantly, the eyes of an old friend of hers. “Castiel, I never thought you were the type to, how would I put this without summoning the angel boyfriend I have…” She trails off, looking towards the group, “grab a hold of someone on the street and beam them off to some random place only miles from where they were.”

Dean tried to take a step forward but was cut off when Cas stuck his arm up to stop him. A glare was shot her way before she spoke up again. “Do any of you have a sucker or lollipop or something. I mean I would just magic one up but since I lost my mojo, I can't-do so.”

Little did the rest of the group know that the word Sucker was actually a way to call for Gabriel, just in case something would happen. The pair had set this system up a long time ago when Y/N had been captured by a demon. “Cas, I feel like you are wondering how you don’t remember a fellow angel like me, correct?” she asked, noticing the confused look in Cas’ eyes when she had mentioned her mojo, “basically what happened is sorta fell, more like tripped at my own doing,but when this happened something happened as if my name and existence got erased from every angel's memory with the exception of two people.” 

“If you don’t mind me stepping in-’’ Dean starts, taking a small step forward, getting closer to Y/N, “-I just don’t get how no one could remember you without, well, you doing it on purpose.” He comments, unsure of how the girl managed to do something so big in such a small amount of time.

“It wasn’t me, it was just my grace. You see when an angel… or in my case, Ex-angel gets overwhelmed their grace goes bazerk. I went through a tough time when I ‘tripped’ and my grace decided to do that.” She stands up, walking around Dean and meeting Castiel, which was right behind him. “Now my fellow angel, why have you dragged me to this place?”

“I ran into you a few days ago and noticed your strange aura, I was fascinated by it seeing as no human could possibly show such signs of power. As I looked into it nothing seemed to be showing up, so I had to do the only thing possible.” He looked away from her gaze that he had met sometime when he was talking.

Now what he wasn’t sure of still was when he had mentioned Gabriel when talking to the older Winchester brother. The name kind of slipped off his tongue and it didn’t quite make sense unless Gabriel was one of the people that remembered. Cas put the thoughts together in his head. A long time ago, Gabe had mentioned a lover he couldn’t find and grew mopey over time, but one day he seemed to go back to his joke-loving self. The bounce back was different than what most would go through so it made sense, Gabriel had found his lover. Memories seemed to come back of Y/N, what stuck out the most though was the color of her wings, beautiful golden wings with black tips at the end of each feather.

He remembered how his grace took control when he first saw those eyes, those golden eyes that when he looked in stresses of heaven and earth completely shattered. He remembered the way her laugh sounded when he mentioned a funny thing he saw a human do or the way she would let her mind speak when she thought something didn’t seem right. He remembered how she would never let anyone touch her wings or hair, but Cas and Gabriel.

Castiel also remembered the way her lips felt against his the first time the two kissed. The moment with her felt perfect, no matter what circumstance. Things ended on rough terms when Cas started avoiding her, causing her to think she had done something wrong. He remembered how meetups and gestures became too little for Y/N and she ended it all. He remembered how her wings would sag as she walked, and very little did she speak afterward. That was until Gabriel came to her side, she let him fix the broken pieces Castiel had left her in. He remembered the way Gabriel smiled when she agreed to let him take her to earth and go on a fancy date. He remembered the way he thought he froze when overhearing the agreement. Castiel’s most painful memory came a few days later when he saw the pair kiss for the first time. It almost felt worse than being stabbed with his own angel blade, and from that moment on her swore to protect her.

Then she disappeared without a trace, no one had heard or seen anything about her. The guilt he felt almost turned him emotionless and he found himself searching for a heaven to look into for a while. His coping strategy did seem to help a bit, but that was just a start.

But most importantly, he remembered all of Y/N.

Y/N the girl that stood there right in front of him. His grace took over as the tsunami of emotions hit him, causing his grace to pull her in for a massive hug. “Cas, I’m really sorr-“

“Don’t.” He says sternly, making sure to get his point across. “You made me a better angel, and I could never be more thankful. You managed to make me and Gabriel stronger than either of us thought we could have been. Sure when you left it hurt but we used that pain to make each other better and I’m sure you already know what Gabriel’s side on this.”

She nods. The tears that had built up on the bridge of her eyelid now falling, coating a small portion of her face with the clear salty liquid. “Thank you, Castiel.” She breathes out, her voice soft just like how it used to be when she showed any kind of fragile emotion.

The sudden flutter of wings caused her to rip away from Cas and run up to her angel, Gabe. After the incident with Y/N ‘tripping’ Gabe made sure he knew where she was at all times. “Hey sweets, you alright?” He whispers, voice lowering in a comforting tone.

“I’m good now, just emotional.” She whispers back, another tear slipping past her eyes. “It’s just good knowing Cas now knows I’m alive.” She smiled, one filled with so many mood lifting emotions.

For the first time, it felt like everything was going to be ok. Both the Winchesters were still alive, Cas and Y/N were reunited and the painful emotions didn’t strike as hard when he saw the couple kiss in front of Castiel. Cas would always know that he had lost his one true love, but she was now in good hands and that’s what mattered. Sam and Dean had decided to leave the room, in order to give the three the well needed time to catch up.

 “Want to know something?” Y/N sat between the two, since the reunion the pair were always close, now here they were. Sitting on some cliff watching the sun go down until Y/N got tired

Both Gabriel and Cas perked up, normally times like this were spent quiet, no one needed to speak as the actions were louder. Gabriel was the first to respond. “What is is Sugar?”

“I can still see both of your wings. I can still also see mine yet they look like they’ve been clipped. The black at the ends are gone and I can’t fly. Yet it doesn’t bother me anymore because I have you both, and I know that if I needed to be flown somewhere all I have to do is ask.” She whispered again, looking back and forth from her boyfriend and best friend.

“That’s right my little honey bee. Although it’s news that you can see mine and his wings, it’s also a better thing. That way we know your grace will come back eventually. It just lingers inside of you.”

“And Sugar, if you ever want it all back again we will find a way so don’t worry too much about that.” Gabe smiles down at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Thank you, both. Oh! And when the time comes we will get it back.” She adds, kissing them both on the cheek before turning back to the fading sunset.

#supernatural x reader #supernatural x you #spn x reader #Gabriel X Reader #angels x reader #cas x reader #Castiel #Gabriel #Supernatural #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #SPN

[were1993fanfics]

Gyuhao for 7, 12, and 16 please :3 hope work isn't keeping you too busy!!

 HI, I’M SORRY I WRITE SO SLOWLY. I–I HAVE NO EXCUSES.

7. Who is sleepy andcuddly ALL OF THE TIME?

…neither?LOL They’re actually both pretty hyperactive, and it’s worse when they’re witheach other. Well, okay, so not all of thetime, but they both have their share of being sleepy and cuddly.

Mingyu’sfavorite sleepy/cuddly Minghao is when they finish a long, rigorous day ofpractice. They’re usually not the lucky first people into the shower so theyfind the flattest available space to sit and doze off. When Minghao isphysically tired, he’s like an amoeba—a large jelly molded into Mingyu’s side. Andthis is also when the other buries his nose in the crook of Mingyu’s neck and murmurs—love you, love you lots, again and againand again. Now if Minghao was just mentally tired, he’s super savage and extra extra.

Minghao’sfavorite sleepy/cuddly Mingyu is the morning of a day off. Mingyu has a hardtime getting up in the first place, and when they have no time restraints,Mingyu becomes one with his bed. It’s not often that they get a day off andMingyu’s not meeting up with family or friends. So Minghao takes advantage ofthis time and sneaks under the covers. Without a fail, Mingyu opens a sleepyeye, smiles stupidly and curls into Minghao’s chest. With the taller boy tuckedunder his chin, Minghao tries and fails not to giggle as the other’s hairtickles his adam’s apple. This sets both of them into soft chuckles and gentlenuzzles. Minghao only allows himself to do this because Mingyu never remembersthe embarrassing declarations and sweet endearments after waking. (Lies, Mingyuremembers almost everything. He remembers the first time Minghao confessed—I love you, you stupid idiot, did you knowthat, I’m sure you didn’t, but I love you. Not that he was going to admit it. He loved how honest Minghao was during these morning cuddles.)

12. Who picks fights for no reason just sothey can have kinky sex?

HA HA HA. Well. I got a couple takes on this. In my guiltypleasure fanfiction verse, Minghao. He edges Mingyu on because, for all hislooks, Mingyu is a softie at heart. The vanilla type that is much more into theemotional aspect of keeping eye contact, whispering sweet nothings and cuddlingafterwards. The only way to get what he wants is to get Mingyu riled up but notactually mad. If Mingyu gets mad,then he’s just pouty and gives Hao the cold shoulder. But if he’s riled up justright, well, that’s pretty much a one-way ticket to kink land.

But if I’m trying to go for a band!fic, um. While Hao issavage and pretty extra, he’s actually very sensitive to Mingyu’s needs and worriesabout hurting Mingyu all the time. So who picks the fights? Mingyu. And they dotry—very eagerly try. They try to do kinky things and get really excited aboutit, but um, neither, um, really…are able to pull through. Dirty talk is like—pfft, what the fuck was that, I was tryingto be sexy okay, yeah that was super sexy you punk, ouch, don’t laugh whileyou’ve got your dick in my ass, like youcared last time your dick was up my ass, I said I was sorry okay!!! Andwhen they plan for things, they both just end up getting too embarrassed andjust decide to dress back up and eat something. Maybe play a couple rounds ofMario kart or something, and pretend the blindfolds, the handcuffs and the—ah, other toys would just fade fromexistence. (And they forget to put them away…so [pick your member] finds themjust lying on the bed—scarred for life or takes them to play? Choose your ownadventure!)  

16. Who smells the hell out of the other’sshirts when they’re away but pretends that they don’t?

Both do, but under different circumstances. As long asMinghao is in Korea, Mingyu doesn’t miss him that much, but god forbid that Minghao goes back to China for theholidays. It’s only three days but somehow Mingyu has gone through half ofMinghao’s closet—which is a feat in itself. If he’s not wearing one of Minghao’s jackets, then he’s probablywearing one of his shirts. Thankfully Minghao likes oversized shirts becauseMingyu has already stretched out the lastof his form fitting ones. (This might contribute to why Minghao keeps buying largeshirts and really stretchy jogger pants. Mingyu’s thighs were like three timeshis own and he! was! tired! of! stretched! out! sweat! pants! that! fall! off! during!practice! #dab) 

Minghao misses Mingyu randomly. It might be during hisindividual practice time or maybe during a particularly long Korean languagestudy session. Something jolts a memory of the other rapping or smiling or a very lame joke. Minghao would scoff a little and then feel the jitterinessspread to his toes, like his feet just wanted to go off and find the tallerboy. Of course, he can’t, and now, he can’t concentrate either. Later on,Minghao would stash one of Mingyu’s shirts in his bag—just in case I needed an extra shirt during practice, hey Myungho takeyour own shirt and leave mine alone, why would I want to dirty my own shirtsthough? You—and when the buzz crawls under his skin, Minghao would justpull it out. He would never admit to smelling it but just having Mingyu’sfamiliar scent close to his nose—he wasn’tsniffing it—helped.

I AM TERRIBLE AT RESPONDING. But thank you for still requesting! I see one more in my inbox LOL I’LL GET TO IT I PROMISE. Feeeeel free to continue requesting! I’m just…a slowpoke TT And here we go! Another GyuHao set. MY DEAR LORD, THEIR SELCA? I–I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS BREWING. Look forward to some more fics coming out (hopefully soon, dammit, when will I be able to write??) 

OTP questions make me happy

#gyuhao #mingyu #minghao #the8 #my writing: were1993 #tumblr requests

[nottooldforthisship]

Go read the fics of this awesome Wordplay Prompt challenge .

As always : FIC REC MASTERPOST

(Bear with me, I read a lot of famous AU this week)

- Fall At My Door , by @fullonlarrie : A-list actor Harry Styles and award-winning musician Louis Tomlinson have an acquaintances-with-benefits relationship, so whenever their busy professional lives happen to land them in the same city, they meet up. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.And that’s all it is. Until it isn’t.

Larry famous/famous AU and friends with benefits (30k) : aaaahhhh, famous/famous are my sweet spot (what? TMI?) and this fic is perfect ! angsty , great smut (mostly bottom Harry but they share that really), pining ... and lots of love to Steve Aoki feature ;)

- Adore You , by @isthatyoularry : We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer. Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really  do. Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

Larry historical AU (66k) : oh god, this fic is really excellent (and I’m not even a fan of historical fics at all). About arranged marriage, problematic family, and courtship. Also love letters. I love love letters. <3 (barely smutty)

- A Love Like War , by @downgoesanotherhero  : “I want your help.” “Are you sure validation isn’t the right word?” Harry frowns. “Because, Louis, my professional opinion won’t change just because you’re being nice.” “I don’t want your professional opinion on my work to change. I wanna do better work, so you and everybody else can have a new opinion”, he states simply.  Or: the one in which Louis Tomlinson is a cliched rock star, he’s got everything except for love. But then he meets Harry Styles; the man that, against all odds, saves him in every way a person can be saved, even when Louis didn’t know he needed saving in the first place.

Larry famous-not famous AU(173k) angsty (a lot) , some kind of hate to love, some fluff too. Also TW for drugs, addiction, and internalized homophobia and suicide attempt. If you can pass them, go read this ! (kind of chare that for the smut - mostly bottom Louis though)

- If Only in My Dreams , by  @jupiter-lou: Harry considered the situation silently for a moment. "Listen, I’m only going home through New Year’s Day. If you wanted to, you could come home with me for the week?"  The sentence morphed into a question as he watched Louis's face drop open with surprise."I couldn't do that, Harry," Louis dismissed, eyes widen with incredulity. "We barely know one another, and I could never intrude on your family time like that!""What better way to get to know me than to spend time with the people who shaped me into who I am today?"OR the one where Harry's new flatmate, Louis, needs a place to spend Christmas, so he invites him to spend it with his family. When they arrive, everyone thinks they're dating.

Larry fake relationship with a twist (13k) : yes, it’s still time to read Christmas fics ! this one is cute and fluffy, with no smut. Special kudo for beauty vlogger Louis !

- my song has not been sung , by @fukcinglouis  :  The boy looks completely in his element, wrapped in a rainbow flag with pink paint smeared across his face. He’s jumping and twirling through the street, tossing handfuls of glitter on bystanders, screaming his heart out and clearly loving every second of it. He’s everything Harry was hoping to capture on film. Or, Harry is watching a protest from the sidelines until a boy with a rainbow flag and a pretty smile drags him right into the middle of it.

Larry AU (2k) with photographer Harry and bright protester Louis; Fluffy and cute.

- The Sun Will Rise With My Name On Your Lips , by @thedeliciousrude  : “You should just move in.” Louis froze, eyes wide, heart kicking in his chest as Harry paused and looked up, looking at Louis warily.“Really?” Harry whispered and Louis clasped his hands together to hide his shaking fingers.“I mean, you’re here anyway … I just … yeah?” Louis finished weakly, and a few seconds passed in agonising silence until a shockingly bright smile stretched across Harry’s face.***When Eleanor breaks up with Louis he finds it hard to keep pretending that Harry isn’t what he’s wanted since the day he first met him.

Larry canon fic (39k) with closeting, a lot of pining, and some great smut (hello food sex!)(kind of share that)

- Hold My Heart , by @a-writerwrites and @phd-mama : Excuse me, mate, I’m the window seat here.” The voice was soft, apologetic, and accented in something a bit unfamiliar — northern England, maybe, Harry thought. “Oh,” Harry jumped to his feet and moved aside, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.”The other man laughed as he swung a bag into the overhead compartment and slid into the seat. “You were well caught up in that book, mate. What are you reading?”Harry paused, wondering how to explain the fact that he was reading an epic and x-rated romance that was the story of a relationship between a prince and the man he’d enslaved. “Oh, you know, just some fiction my sister recommended.” He turned to look at the man and froze. Sitting next to him was Louis Tomlinson.***Or, the one where famous Louis Tomlinson offers his hand and a lot more  to his seat mate on a transatlantic flight.

Larry famous not famous AU (14k) : my heaaaaaart. Dr Styles meets actor Louis, and wow. FATE. awesome fic, fluffy, smutty , great.

- Show Me Life Like I've Never Seen , by Rearviewdreamer  : Louis never expected to leave the small art studio three blocks down from his job with anything besides the painting he caught a glimpse of and simply couldn't forget.

Larry blind AU (42k) with painter Harry and architect Louis, a love at first sight story (the feeeeels), a bit angsty (because of the blind disease part), a lot of fluff too. Bottom Louis for the smut.

#mine #HERE WE GO #fic rec #FROTW #thank you anon for reminding me to do this #I totally forgot #:))

[the-real-narnia]

Ripples, Chapter Four - Juvia

Title: Ripples

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Rated: M for Violence and Swearing

Other Sites: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12477008/4/Ripples, 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10831923/chapters/24141621#workskin,

https://www.quotev.com/story/9590597/Ripples/4

https://www.wattpad.com/416541359-ripples-a-fairy-tail-fanfiction-chapter-four-juvia

I currently have up to 109 Chapters posted on any of the above sites; I am currently moving the story over to this one (just in case you don’t want to wait for me to post each chapter).

Chapter Four - Juvia

The next month went by slowly. I had a simple morning routine, in which I would get up, eat, and then go running. The running improved my stamina and my magical energy was starting to expand again as I concentrated on only my movements and my magic.

In addition to that, I read through the entirety of my books on teleportation and location magic, and a bit of requip.

I could maybe (at most) requip something the size of a large wardrobe at my current power level, but hopefully I would be able to get it much larger soon with more practice. In it I carried a bag of toiletries, a first aid kit, emergency money, a spare change of clothes, and some dry food in case it was needed.

The location magic was a bit tricky, but I was able to get it down.

I started by focusing on what I knew. I would use this to help Lucy find keys, and other sorts of magical items if anyone else wanted them. I would also use it to help find people (or more specifically, guild members).

I tested it by looking for Aquarius's key, which was, luckily, in the Heartfilia Konzern.

I tried again with Cancer, and got the same result.

Using the large map covering the wall in my study, I would imbue my thoughts and magic into a thumb tack and then throw it at the wall. I didn't have to worry about my aim or anything (which is good, because my aim is horrible). Even if I aimed for the complete other side of Fiore (while searching for Cancer specifically) the thumbtack still ended up with its pair at the Heartfilia Konzern.

That being said, I knew which person I wanted to look for first, but I needed Cana's help for that part.

"So what do you need me to do?" Cana asked me as we sat under our usual tree in the park. A while ago she had asked me why we didn't go to the guild, and I told her that I had had my reasons, and that she'd see me there sooner or later.

"I already know where she is, but I need to know what she's feeling," I said.

Cana blinked. "What she's feeling? Well, then I guess we'll just try pulling one card, and get more if you feel you need more. I've never done something like this, but if you want to know what she's feeling, you need to think of her in your mind, every single thing you know about her, or else the card will concentrate on you."

"What if I think she's going to feel something?" I asked.

Cana shook her head. "It still shouldn't affect the reading," she said. "Are you ready?"

I nodded and closed my eyes. Cana put her head against mine and shuffled the cards several times, before she stopped and pulled out the one on top.

"The Three of Swords," she said. "If this represents her feeling, then she's probably feeling sorrow, loneliness, and sadness."

I nodded. "Thanks Cana. You've helped a lot. Now, I've got to go pick up a friend, okay?"

She smiled at me. "Alright Elle-nee-chan! I will see you soon then. Have fun."

I smiled down at her. "You too, sweetie. I've got to go now."

I phased into my library, and though panting, I still gathered a thumb tack and cast a spell to find this girl's location. The tack landed in Onibus and I sighed and sat down, exhausted.

"I've done enough for one day," I said quietly. "Let's just get ready for tomorrow."

I ate some dinner, showered, and then packed in case it was needed. I threw the suitcase into my requip space and crawled into bed.

Tomorrow I pick up Juvia Lockser.

I woke up fully rested and yawned, stretching. Onibus would be the biggest jump I would have made so far, but I think I could handle it. It wasn't too far from Magnolia, and I decided to start walking in that direction anyway, so I could lower the distance.

After going shopping, I had everything I needed.

I wore a pair of black yoga pants, tennis shoes, a white short sleeve shirt with the back laced up, and a black jacket.

The only difference in the rest of my wardrobe (with the exception of the dresses) where shirts and pants in different colors.

I made sure I had enough Jewel for at least two train tickets (I wasn't going to jump with Juvia).

When I reached the train station, I closed my eyes and pictured Onibus station.

Opening my eyes, I felt extremely drained, and collapsed on the ground.

I had made it to Onibus station, but I was extremely, extremely tired.

Luckily, I had collapsed in a not-very-public place, so I didn't cause a scene. I made my way over to a bench and pulled out some snacks I had in the requip space. It took a bit of time, since my energy was still depleted, but getting food into me would help me recover faster.

When I had finished eating and I had gotten enough strength to get up again, I sent the rest of my snack back and switched it out for Juvia's thumbtack – the same one I had thrown at the wall last night. The spell to find Juvia was still on it, but I had disconnected it from the map before I went to bed last night.

Holding my palm flat, I placed the thumbtack down and watched it spin before it pointed in the right direction.

I pocketed it in my jacket and went the way it was pointing.

Time to find myself a water woman.

Okay, so it was apparently a lot harder to find one person (even with a tracking spell) than I thought.

Honestly, I should have just gone straight to the orphanage.

There, I found Juvia sitting outside under a tree while it rained. There were a circle of kids around her, and they were all yelling at her.

"Oi, kids!" I yelled. "Scram, or I'll tell the Matron!"

Luckily, it was the right thing to say, as the kids all ran away and back into the building.

Which was good, because the next idea I had was throwing rocks at them, and that was a) kinda a dick move and b) probably not good for a first impression.

I walked up to Juvia's little form and squatted down.

"Hi," I said to her. "My name is Elle. Why were those kids ganging up on you?"

"They were upset because Juvia makes it rain, but Juvia cannot control it," the little girl said, sniffling. I would guess she was five years old.

"Your name is Juvia?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"That's such a pretty name," I told her. "And don't worry about your rain at all."

"What? But-"

"So you can't control it, so what?" I said, rolling my eyes. "You're a child! You have instinctive magic, and you shouldn't be expected to already know how to control it. And besides there's nothing wrong with the rain."

"There…isn't?"

"No, silly!" I said, holding out a hand. She took it and I pulled her up. "You just need to know how to have fun in the rain!"

"You can do that?" she asked.

"Of course!" I told her. "I'd rather have fun in the rain with a friend than not have any fun at all! And I'd much rather be here with you than be alone."

"You...you would?" she asked, crying.

I smiled at her. "Of course."

Juvia sniffled. "How…how does Juvia do that?" she asked.

"Come on, silly, dance!" I said, dragging her out into the empty street, which was full of puddles.

"But we'll get wet- oh."

"Yes, Juvia, but so what? We're already wet! Come on, it's fun. There's even a song about it!"

"There is?"

"Sure!" I yelled, taking her hand and spinning her. "I'm siiiiiiiiiiinging in the rain. Just siiiiiiiiinging in the rain. What a glorrrrrrious feeeeeling I'm haaaaaaapppy again!"

She started laughing.

"You better not be laughing at my singing; I already know it's bad!" I said. "But come on!" I spun her again. "I only know those words, but it's all you need to know. Sing with me! I'm siiiiiiiiiiiinging in the rain! Just siiiiiiinging in the rain."

"What a glorrrrrious feeeeling I'm haaaaaapppppy again!" Juvia joined in, laughing.

We dropped, tired, and began laughing as we laid sprawled on the ground. "You see Juvia? There's nothing wrong with the rain."

She smiled, and as she did, the rain stopped and the clouds started drifting away.

"Wow…." She said, looking at the sky. "It's….so pretty."

"Come on," I said, getting up and holding out a hand for her. "This place isn't good for you, but if you come home with me you can join my guild. There, others can help you train your magic, and you'll be accepted no matter what! Our guild is a family!"

She started crying again, but this time, the rain stayed away.

"Can I see your guild mark, Onee-sama?" Juvia asked.

I should've known that Juvia would go for the most formal variation of older sister.

"Sure," I said, smiling and taking off my jacket. I turned around so she could see the mark on my back. "So how about it? Do you want to join Fairy Tail?"

She nodded. "Yes!"

"Then let's get your stuff. I'll speak with the Matron, don't worry."

Juvia led me inside and over to the Matron before she ran up the stairs to what was, presumably, her room.

"Hello Miss," I told her. "My name is Elle, and I'm a member of Fairy Tail." I turned around so she could see my guild mark. "I'm here for Juvia Locksar. I've given her an offer to join our guild and she accepted. There, she will learn how to control her magic. As you can see outside, it has stopped raining. Do you need to contact anyone else before we can leave?"

She blinked, before she asked, "Um...exactly how old are you?"

"Nine, ma'am."

"And...you're here alone?"

I nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I'm a mage, and I can take care of myself. I can take care of Juvia too, and you can at least trust me to get her to the guild hall so she can get set up."

The Matron hesitated. "Would you mind showing me your guild mark again?"

I nodded. "Sure." I turned around and moved my hair.

"Alright, then...this is acceptable. To be honest, I was thinking of contacting a guild about Juvia anyway. But since your mark is real, I have no problems with her going with you. Despite your...age, even though the matron in me is screaming. Will she be able to find a place to live?"

I nodded. "Fairy Hills, the girls Dormitory for Fairy Tail, is available to all female guild members for free until they're old enough to go on missions. The guild will supply her with food. She'll be fine."

"Onee-sama, I'm ready!" Juvia said from beside me. She was pulling a small suitcase behind her.

I smiled at her. "Good. Let me take care of this for you, though, I have some extra storage in my requip space." I took her suitcase and requipped it, so we didn't need to carry it. "Alright, let's go!"

Juvia grabbed my hand with hers and started pulling me down the road.

"Juvia, silly, you don't even know where we're going!" I said.

"But the train station is this way, Onee-sama!"

Well, she isn't wrong. I laughed. "You know, you don't need to be so formal, sweetie."

"I like calling you Onee-sama," she admitted, clutching my hand tighter.

"Alright then," I said. "Now let's go home."

Several hours later, we stood outside the guild hall.

"Is there anyone like me, Onee-sama?" Juvia asked, still holding my hand.

"Like you as in, having a water body, or your age?" I asked.

"Both," she said quietly.

"As far as I know, I don't believe anyone has a water body. Actually, I'm not even sure that we have a water wizard," I said quietly.

Juvia gasped. "But how can they help Juvia then?"

I shook my head. "At the core level, magic is magic, same for everybody. Even if no one practices the same kind of magic as you, we'll still be able to teach you how to refine your control, which is where you need help. In addition to that, we have a large library that can help you. And if you find any of the books too complicated, anyone would help you understand."

Juvia relaxed. "Alright, Onee-sama. What about other children like Juvia?"

"Right now, the only other kids around are me, an eleven-year-old named Laxus who I haven't actually met yet, and another girl who is five years old. I'm sure other kids will end up joining soon, however."

Juvia smiled. "I am five years old."

"I'm sure you'll get along with her great. Her name is Cana."

"I heard you were talking about me," said a voice from behind us.

"Speak of the devil," I said, smiling at her. "Hello Cana."

"Hello Elle-nee-chan. Why are you talking about the devil?"

I couldn't help my laughter. "It's an expression, Cana. The full expression is 'Speak of the Devil, and he will appear'. People typically say it when someone they're talking about ends up showing up."

"Ohhhh," Cana said.

"Anyway, this is Juvia," I said, gesturing to the bluenette next to me. "She's going to join the guild."

"Cool," Cana said, holding out a hand. "I'm Cana Alberona. It's nice to meet you Juvia! I deal with Card Magic."

"H-hello," Juvia said nervously, and I realized that this could be the first time making a friend for her. "Juvia is Juvia Locksar. Juvia practices Water Magic." She reached out her hand to shake Cana's but her's passed right through it.

"Woah!" Cana said. "Your body is made of water?"

Juvia looked away in what was probably shame, considering how those other kids treated her.

"That's so cool!" Cana continued.

"It is?" Juvia asked, surprised at her acceptance.

"Totally!" Cana said. "Maybe I can even try to integrate that with my Card Magic, it would be great for a quick escape, or for protection if I could change my body into water."

"See, Juvia?" I asked her. "Fairy Tail excepts everybody. Now…how about we get that stamp?"

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